cream-sweater

tsundere (m)

Originally posted by nnochu

⇢ resident advisor! yoongi x reader, college au

⇢ word count: 11.2k

⇢ summary: according to the rumours, min yoongi is a bad apple- doesn’t take grades seriously, drinks as if he has two livers, a certified bad boy™. when you get paired up with him for a project, you’d never expect that someone like him would have a thing or two to teach you about life itself- and how it should be lived. 

⇢ warnings: angst, smut

🎵 song recommendation: something just like this by coldplay x the chainsmokers

a/n: finally something that isn’t pwp????? :”) 


Panic races through your veins and fills up your airway, causing your breathing to double itself, chest heaving in an attempt to calm yourself down. No, this can’t be happening, you chant to yourself over and over. The clock on your laptop is glaringly bright in the near darkness of your room, and the numbers burn themselves into the back of your eyelids. When you close your eyes, the uncomfortable stinging of your contact lenses makes your eyes water and at this point they might as well be tears of desperation.

It’s not like you’ve never had writer’s block before, you reason with yourself. You just have to start writing and edit along the way. Your own voice of reason is drowned out by the anxiety that echoes all the possible consequences of not acing this paper. It’s nearly 4 am and the essay you have so far in front of you is not enough to get an A, you know it in your bones but you can’t come up with anything better either. You could just submit this as it is, but anything less than an A on this paper would pull you down from the cusp of that ever elusive first class honours. And you can’t afford to graduate with anything less than that. The very thought of it sends a fresh chill of panic that creeps down your spine and jolts your fingers into a typing frenzy, spilling thoughts and ideas onto your screen till you reach the end of the page.

But when you read over what you’ve written, it doesn’t make sense at all, just incoherent rambling sentences strung together into a never ending paragraph. In frustration you shove your laptop away from you and push back your chair, reaching for your keys and phone. Sneaking a peek at your roommate’s still form across the room, you let yourself out of the room silently, feeling your tensed shoulders relax immediately as the cool night air embraces you with open arms.

It’s a little chilly to be out in just a long shirt and sleep shorts, but since there’s no one awake to catch you dressed like this, it’s the least of your concerns for now. The balcony that is attached to your room affords a little privacy, and it’s one of the perks of occupying the corner room on this floor. The tranquillity of the cold, autumn night directly contrasts with the millions of theories and concepts running through your mind, and any attempts at clearing your mind are failing pathetically. The residential halls are eerily silent at this time of the night, and as you glance down over the protective railings, you consider how easy it would be to just climb over, just one leg over and then-

“Late night?” You whirl around at the interruption of a raspy, gruff voice sounding from behind you. Your eyes are met with a figure clothed in an oversized sweatshirt and jeans, but it’s only when you squint in the darkness to survey his face that you realise who he is.

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Frat Boy Pt. 9

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6,  part 7 (1), part 7 (2), part 8

IT’S BEEN TOO LONG FRATTY FRIENDS! Literally - Six. Months. Or longer. Here’s the RECAP if you need to catch up on your infuriating frat boy shenanigans in a fun and easy fashion! It’s been a while, and we’re learning about Harry now… be fragile with him. As always, please tell me your thoughts after reading! It takes a moment but when I feel people are involved in this project it motivates me to continue with it. Anyways, I’ve already kept you waiting long enough…Thank you for sticking with us. ENJOY! xx

18 Morning View Drive

Coast Hills, CA

Then, exactly an hour and thirty minutes later:

7 pm.

Those were the only things Harry had texted you. Just the address.

“I don’t even know if I want to go anymore,” you whined, looking at your phone once more before tossing it on the bed. “He clearly hates me and doesn’t want me to go.”

“I thought you told me he said you could though!”

“Only because it sounded like he had to! His sister was practically forcing the words out of him.”

Renny cringed. “Sister…Yeah I’m sorry, I’m still not over it.” You groaned at the reminder and she sighed in response. “Okay listen, just be yourself! Try not to hate him.” You felt your eyebrows rise higher than hairline.

“And this is coming from a girl who loathes him more than her entire being?”

She rolled her eyes. “I just think he’s an entitled asshole, but you clearly don’t otherwise you wouldn’t be going to the dinner. Now, nude pump or suede bootie?” She held up the two shoes she was gracious enough to let you borrow and you bit the inside of your cheek. You did think he was an entitled asshole, but… you were curious. So undeniably curious and how many girls could say they went over to a family dinner at the Styles’ house? Not that that was your primary reason for going but…

“Uh, Y/N?” she prompted.

“Bootie,” you said quickly, snapping yourself out of further self-analysis.  You weren’t sure if you liked the boy, but you were definitely… interested. Renny went to the closet and came back with two dresses.

You shook your head.

“What do you mean?”

“They’re a little…fancy.” You bit your tongue, not allowing ridiculous to form. You shook your head.

“Yeah it’s a family dinner. Jeans will be fine,” you reasoned. You plucked your favorite denim from the drawers and Renny gasped as if you’d smacked her across the face. “And a t-shirt,” you added with a smirk. She gasped louder and clutched her chest.

“No no no no no. No!” She raised her finger to you, stalking to the closet again, the cocktail dresses abandoned to the floor. “If you’re wearing these booties you’re at least wearing a blouse. God, who are you?” She plucked a peachy top and a blazer from the inside of the closet, but you snatched the blazer from her hands and put it back on the hanger, opting for the cream sweater instead.

“I want to be comfortable, not looking like I’m going to a business meeting ya dingas.” She snorted at the term and you pulled her in for a hug, clinging to her for a moment. She always seemed so soft and you weren’t sure if it was the Victoria’s Secret body lotion she used or if she was just blessed with naturally smooth skin.

“Renny?” you mumbled against her chest, arms still securely wrapped around her.

“Yeah?”

Your mind raced with hundreds of questions. What were you doing? Was this absolutely stupid? How do you know if you like someone?

“Your boobs are comfy,” you finally sighed. You knew she couldn’t possibly give you explanations for any single one of those things. She wasn’t exactly a love guru, but she was entirely the best at texting and the art of flirting.

“Thanks. Niall thinks so too.” You squeezed her tighter before it registered what she’d said. “Gross,” you mumbled, letting go with a laugh.  You only let her put the bare minimum makeup on you and she was just finishing up with a coat of mascara when there was a knock on the door. She stopped.

“I thought you said he wasn’t going to pick you up.”

You shook your head. “He isn’t. I’m driving.” Renny paused, listening, as if she’d be able to hear what was going on just beyond the door. The mascara wand was set on the bathroom countertop and she crept to the door. You weren’t under any illusions that he would swing by your place beforehand so you weren’t going to bother wasting precious energy on “what-if”s, though your heart still picked up its pace in expectation. The door creaked open at the last swish of the mascara wand.

“Niall?”

Expectations you didn’t want in the first place fell when you heard her voice raise in pitch. Of course it wasn’t Harry.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Thought I’d stop by.” His satisfaction at having surprising her was evident in his smug tone and you tip-toed out, not having had a proper one-on-one with Niall since the night of the party.

“You alone?” he whispered to her.

You saw Renny shake her head before you took a step out. A bit of guilt hit you thinking about the spontaneous kiss, but it was so long ago. I mean, you were going to Harry’s house tonight and Niall just came for some one-on-one time with Renny. At this point the kiss just seemed…a bit irrelevant. Renny faced you as if to gesture “see! Not alone” and his blue eyes focused on you as if nothing had changed. But then they did.

“Oh, hey Y/N, what’re you doing here?” he shrugged and shifted his weight. Renny was oblivious to the awkward shift.

“Um, I live here?” you crossed your arms, brows furrowing a bit.

He thought it over but for a second before he shook his head, lips quirking up in their innocent schoolboyish charm. “Right. Must be tired or somethin’.”

“Or somethin’” Renny teased. Niall poked her sides and she twisted out of reach, only leaning back again to smack him playfully across the chest.

“Alright love birds, I’m headed out. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye then,” Niall said, arm already sneaking around Renny’s waist. She mouthed an “OMG” to you at his display of affection while you tried not to vom. But when the door closed shut you couldn’t help but think about how natural it seemed for his arm to wrap around her waist.

—–

“OH GEE, THANKS for putting on your BLINKER - not. ASSHOLE!” you shouted, almost wishing your window was down and that the pompous senior citizen wearing ray bans at night could hear you. Since you were a decent and intelligent human being you put on your blinker and switched lanes, trying to follow Siri. Grandpa was driving a Porsche and he cut you off only to go 5 miles per hour. Your 1990 Chevy Cavaleir was driving faster than that and he thinks he can cut you off just because he has a better- you exhaled hard through your nostrils.  No. He wasn’t worth it.  You’d left in plenty of time, 30 minutes early actually, even though it’d only take about 20 to get there.

The only problem was your phone was verifiably ancient and your navigation was the slowest thing known to man. Once you’d gotten off the freeway, you’d made three wrong turns because your navigation was being ditzy and not telling you how close 600 feet was. And now the entitled drivers of Coast Hills decided you’d be okay with them cutting! you! off! Your hands squeezed the steering wheel a little too tight.

The ocean hugged your side on the highway for another five minutes, but each glimpse you tried to steal to it was futile. It was dark, an expansive pitch-black body stretching as far as your eyes- well, couldn’t see. It left you with a chilling feeling as you turned up the winding hills to the mansions waiting at the top. They were nestled all along the drive up, though hidden by hedges and various gates, and at the very tops all you could see were their lights already glistening, making the hills twinkle with light. Perhaps tonight they could see the water better from their perch above, but a part of you doubted it. No matter which way you tried to look at it, darkness somehow refused to be penetrated.

But you bet it looked gorgeous when the sun came up.

In 200 feet, make a right on Coast Hills Drive.

“Shit,” you cursed, quickly getting in the right lane and ignoring the honk of a horn. You didn’t have time to put on your blinker and as soon as you slammed on the accelerator to turn, you were slamming on the brakes. The iron gates were intimidatingly high and the guard that hopped out of his security room didn’t look amused. A mounted sign read “Coast Homes” behind a trickling waterfall that fell against a stone wall and massive palm trees stood beside it. And then there was you.

A knock on your window practically had you jumping out of your skin.

“Are you lost?” the guard asked. It looked as if his mouth was already open to give you directions, hands raising to point you someplace else, but you shook your head.

“No, not lost.” And his mouth closed at your words, hands quickly dropping to his sides and confirming your suspicions.

“Are you here to see someone then?” he prompted.

“Harry. Uh, Harry Styles.” A slight buzz ran through you saying those words. You were here to see him. You were actually invited to the Harry’s house. Oh god, what if you saw his bedroom?

His eyes narrowed a bit at the name.

“I mean, I’m here to see his family?” you suddenly clarified. As if it were necessary. As if he wouldn’t believe that you were here to see him alone. It didn’t make it much more believable though.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

He looked to the back of your car to check the license plate and you felt a twinge of annoyance. “Pull up then.” He used two fingers to beckon you forward before quickly jogging to the security room. You stopped closer to the gate and he scrolled through the computer with a furrowed brow, clucking when he found your name. “You’re here.” But it sounded like “wish you weren’t.” The heavy mechanics of the printer and a dull screech sounded as something printed, and he plucked a sheet of paper from the machine, holding it out to you.

“This is your pass. It’ll last until tomorrow in case you spend the night so don’t worry about tickets or anything like that as long as this is properly displayed on your dash.” He tapped your windshield as if you weren’t aware where your dash was located and you smiled.

“Thank you, it’ll only be for a few hours- tops.”

He nodded and then, as if you were old friends and he was admitting you into a secret club of his, said quietly, “Their visitors don’t usually last too long.” He straightened up instantly, his moment of gossiping weakness vanished with his once-again professional posture. He gave you a nod. “Have a good night!” The gate opened and you called out a quick thank you before entering the most brilliant display of wealth you’d ever seen.

Lawns were perfectly manicured as you passed, some opting for Mediterranean fashions and others expansive Spanish villas with imported tropical plants. Most cars you assumed were inside of the mansions in their garages, but the ones that weren’t inside weren’t any less impressive. “Ferrari, Porsche, oh! Tesla,” you muttered. It was like all the fancy cars you’d ever seen in passing on the highway had the same destination. Here. You stopped counting how many you saw on your hand when you got to 14. And the houses… they were the largest you’d ever seen. They were more like hotels than mere houses.

You’d seen glimpses from below, and recalled the many times you’d stare up at them dreamily on late night cruises to get back home from work, the lights beautifully transforming the hilltops and making you feel like it was an early Christmas. From below you seemed to forget how massive they would be in person.  How they hinted at lives being lived just out of reach. Staring at them up close now, you somehow felt they were even more so.

Make a right on Morning View Drive, then, in 500 feet, your destination is on your right.

You swallowed hard despite yourself as you turned right, suddenly thinking that Renny’s idea of a dress wasn’t that ridiculous of an outfit. But it was too late now, especially when you drove down a street just as manicured as the rest, but somehow seemed wider. The streets alone…They were about twice- no, three times the size of your own in width. And the houses were separated far from each other, far enough that one property easily took up the space of four large houses. You tried to zero in on the numbers along the houses – only to realize they were hidden. By gates. More gates? What were they hiding in there, the Crown jewels?

Your destination is on your right.

Your body jolted forward as your twitchy legs hit the brakes too hard and your car started drifting forward again as your foot relaxed.

Another jolt to stop before you ran into the mailbox.

You couldn’t see a number, but you didn’t think you had too. Forget the other houses - this was the largest home you’d ever seen, fitting for how well known the Styles family was. It was a Spanish Mediterranean style mansion with golden lanterns adorning windows and balconies…and this was just what you could see from what was rising above the iron gate surrounding the property. It sat prominently in the middle of the street, both intimidating and more striking than any of its neighbors, and the largest too – your gaze ran all the way down the gate; it took up the rest of the street until the end of the hill where it’d drop off into a deep valley and eventually run straight into the ocean. You’d seen that view from the highway a thousand times, but it was different to be on the other side of it now. You knew the Styles were rich, but you didn’t think they owned an entire coastal hilltop.  

You awkwardly repositioned the car and drove up to the callbox, but paused, looking to your purse hesitantly. Should you just call Harry on his cell? You rolled your eyes and leant out to press the little call button and the buzz that instantly droned in the air made your hand recoil in a snap and left your mouth suddenly very dry. This was real. This was happening.

Awesome.

You swallowed hard, trying to convince yourself you shouldn’t peel out of his driveway and drive straight back home to Renny and your ducky pajama shorts.

The droning stopped, and a long high-pitched beeeeeep sounded, which triggered the gates. There was muffling on the other end of the line as the iron gates started peeling back, and you could’ve sworn you heard a voice say, “Is that her?” Your hands were mildly shaking as they reached to put the car back in drive, from fear? Excitement? Admittedly, a bit of both.

You drove up the cobblestone drive through a yard lush with tropical plants that had to have been imported, but your gaze was quickly stolen by the resort-like property you’d be entering at any moment. Columns stood tall and the encased chandelier emitted a warm glow where the intricate glass doorway stood. The click of your booties walking along the cobblestone seemed loud as you walked to the front and tentatively raised a hand to the door. You knocked softly for fear the intricate glass would break, though it did seem expensive and thick enough…

You looked back to the only car in the driveway – yours. Their cars were probably hidden and well-kept from the elements in one of the three garages you’d parked in front of. The dent you’d received from last year’s fender-bender was still obvious even in this dim lighting. The crickets seemed peaceful tonight.

“Welcome!”

You turned sharply at the high-pitched voice to see Gemma. She held a full champagne flute in her hand, and leant a bit on the dark wood rim of the door, looking every bit as beautiful as you’d remembered – more so, now that you saw the cocktail dress she was wearing.

“Hi!” you mirrored her enthusiasm.  She ushered you in, not noticing it was a mere mask for how totally unprepared you felt. “Was I, uh, was this like a formal occasion?” you whispered, eyes darting down the long hall. The blank stare she gave you made your anxiety about being the most awkward human bean rise to new levels.

“What, formal?” Gemma looked baffled for a moment. “Oh! No, not at all. All my other clothes are dirty and I’ve been refusing for Sven or Eli to do them.” She took in your lost eyes. “The house maids- or, housemen? Not sure which,” she clarified. Her eyes quickly darted over your cardigan and jeans. “You look wonderful by the way. Dinner’s only just begun, I promise.” You smiled warmly at her, suddenly becoming aware of the chatter and silverware scraping the plates. A grand piano sat in the entrance, and there was a surprising amount of marble for the Spanish exterior of the house. Chandeliers lined the tall ceilings all the way down and some orchestra music you weren’t sophisticated enough to name filled the air.

She started walking down the hall, and you trailed behind her, your heart rate accelerating from the anticipation of seeing Harry in his home. It sounds weird, but you’d never been able to picture him at a proper house, with a family, with a childhood really… just the fraternity.

“Y/N is here!” She called out just as she turned the corner. Seven pairs of eyes locked on you and you instantly tugged on your sleeves. Especially when you only recognized two. Harry sat beside the head of the table, his eyes locked on the plate of food, and a surprise. Sorority Viv was beside him. You wanted to scowl, but you tugged the sleeves of your sweater down instead.

“Hi,” you put up a hand and braced a smile.

“Well we didn’t think you were coming,” a woman said. Her blonde bob looked strangely familiar and Harry’s eyes snapped to her when she spoke. Even from here you saw them harden.

“Oh..uh,” you looked down at your watch. 6:55. “I’m sorry, I thought dinner started at 7.”

“You’re fine dear,” the man at the head of the table assured. Mr. Styles you assumed. He had kind features and softened wrinkles by his eyes when he smiled like now. He was like a George Clooney and, even though he had gray hair, he was tan and somehow it was fashionable. But something was off.

“It was meant to be 6,” she noted, and her pearl necklace jostled as she leant over and placed her empty glass of champagne on the table and beckoned you to the seat in front of Harry. “Well come in! Please,” her voice sounded sincere but the thin smile radiated about as much warmth as a frozen potato. Gemma squeezed your shoulder as she passed and sat at the next empty one a few chairs down. You pulled yours out next to a fair-skinned boy with light dull brown hair and he offered his hand. It was like porcelain, so it was a little unnerving when you grasped it and found he was actually warm.   

“Charlie,” he said, and you realized he was the boy you saw kissing Gemma.

“Y/N,” you smiled. You looked across to Viv and did the same, and she returned it, if a little unwilling. She looked to Harry again, who’d busied himself more with food.

“Hey,” you said, but it was into the void, his eyes elsewhere probably looking at the thousand dollars worth of décor – your embarrassment was swallowing you up until Viv nudged him. He looked up, eyes distant, and they locked on your own for only a second.

“Hi.”

It was mortifying.

“So-” Charlie cleared his throat- “You guys are mates then I reckon?”

“We’re not sure what they are,” Gemma piped in.

“What do you mean?” Viv asked, looking to Harry.

“Yes, what do you mean?” Mrs. Styles suddenly halted the conversation at the other head of the table with the couple beside her. Harry’s face morphed into a scowl.                               

“Gemma,” he warned.

“Mary, please,” Mr. Styles sighed.

“Harry,” Gemma and Mary spoke at the same time.

“So!” Charlie let out a nervous laugh. “The chicken’s really good isn’t it?” He forked another bite into his mouth and you were envious you couldn’t do the same. Just like that, a gloved hand reached down and gingerly set down a china plate with the juiciest piece of chicken and capers you think you’d ever get the privilege of eating.

“Thank you,” you looked back to the kitchen help before he could disappear, black and white uniform and all. “You have a lovely home Mr. Styles. And Mrs. Styles.”

“Oh honey my mother-in-law is Mrs. Styles. I’m Mary, and he is Lionel.” Her voice was bubbly like the champagne she twirled around, but so was her friendly tone – full of air.

“Oh, okay.” You busied yourself with picking up the silverware before stealing a glance to Harry. His demeanor was different than usual, eyes glued to his food, cheek sucked in as he lightly gnawed on it. He was still, but .. sad? No.

…despondent?

“Did practice tire you out?”

His eyelashes fluttered at the sound of your voice and he looked up, lips pursing just the slightest. It was a miracle he hadn’t ignored you.

“No…”- a brief lift of his shoulders, a shake of the head, then- “No,” he repeated, forking a piece of chicken into his mouth.

“Yeah, you have been awfully quiet-OW,” Charlie began coughing and Gemma threw him a glare.

“Harry’s never quiet.”

“And how would you know that?” Harry suddenly snapped to life and the room dropped by ten degrees. She raised the napkin neatly to her mouth before slowly tucking it below her.

She took a deep composed breath.

“Oh please Harry,” her oddly placed laugh made you tug your sweater tighter to your body. “I’ve lived with you long enough don’t you think?”

“Long enough? Yeah I completely agree.” A sarcastic half grin spread across his face and something tugged within you that made you want to kiss it away. You heard yourself thinking and it made you sick. Kiss? KISS??!

You stuffed another bite in your mouth.

“So Y/N what’s the story here?”

You look up, cheeks full. Mr. Styles – Lionel, laughed a bit at the sight and his laugh didn’t make you want to cringe into your sweater like his wife’s. “Sorry darling, I’ll let you finish.”

You swallowed a little too fast.

“What are you studying here? How do you know Harry?”

“I’m majoring in Biology, but we’re in English class together.”

“Biology! I’ll drink to that,” Lionel lit up and raised his flute.

“Lionel’s the best doctor in Southern California.” Mary crossed her heart, and Lionel shook his head lightly.

“She exaggerates.” Her eyes narrowed slightly at his comment, but he continued, “If you ever need an internship or if you want to come visit one day…feel free.” He slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out an extremely thick, extremely white business card as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “So… just class?” He gestured between you and Harry once more.

“Well, he’s also quite a good soccer player so I’m pretty sure the whole school knows him.”

“I wouldn’t say the whole school,” Harry started, but his eyes were fixed on Lionel and the way he broke into an easy smile.

“So we’ve heard. We’ve seen him play once or twice, haven’t we?” He looked to Mary who nodded. She soundlessly raised the napkin to her mouth again but she didn’t speak. “Yeah, he’s quite good.”

“Really good,” Viv crooned.

“Could you pass the water please?” Gemma asked.

“What?” Mary arched a thin brow.

“The water,” Gemma repeated.

“Water,” Lioinel mimicked the accent and broke into a smile. “You can’t ever leave Gemma, it’s decided. I’d miss your voice too much.”

Something snapped in you. He lifted the heavy vase of water effortlessly and passed it on to her, oblivious of the gears turning in your head. The accent.

Mr. Styles didn’t have one.

And neither did Mary?

“You don’t have accents?” It was out before you could stop it and the table fell silent. It was one of those awful moments when everyone’s brows were squished and slow side glances were given. And a nauseating feeling spread through you when you realized you might have said a very wrong thing. Viv nervously looked to Harry.

“What do you mean?” Mary asked.

Harry cleared his throat. “I mean, technically we all have accents.”

“He’s right,” Gemma said, pointing her fork.

“But you’re…are you British?”

“I am!” Charlie said.

“Yes you idiot,” Gemma nudged him, and Lionel laughed a bit before shaking his head.

“No darling, we’re from here. Born and bred beach bums.” He threw up the shaka sign in true dad-fashion but Mary tipped her champagne flute back.

Harry snorted.

“Never say that again.”

“Why am I embarrassing you?”

Harry didn’t bat an eye.

“Oh come on…Charlie smiled.” Lionel innocently looked over for support, but Charlie’s gaze was locked deep on his chicken by then.  

“You’re lying,” Harry shrugged. “You never go to the beach. Can’t be a host that lies to its guest can we?” Harry turned to you and you froze. “You don’t like liars do you? Cause I don’t.”

“What has gotten into you?” Lionel’s voice was breathless, incredulous.

The table fell silent and the two looked at each other from opposite ends of the table. Lionel set his glass down and a tint of disbelief reflected in his eyes.

“I’ve never seen you there it’s just funny to hear you say it,” Harry continued calmly.

“What’re you talking about I took you sailing all the time.”

“I’ve seen pictures!” Viv said, “Oh you were so cute in your little outfits, don’t you remember?” But her voice sounded overenthusiastic, keen to change the subject.

“Sure and how old was I again Vivvy?”

His retort was instant, the question harmless enough, but it was the way he said it that made Viv’s face instantly fall. For a moment, you even felt bad for her she seemed so genuinely hurt. Mary rubbed her mouth with the napkin so hard you weren’t sure if the red on her lips was blood or makeup. Do you speak? Make a mad dash for the door? Sorry, I didn’t sign up to be on an episode of the Housewives - gotta blast! Then you could throw the thumbs up sign to Harry on your way.

No. You couldn’t. You didn’t even dare to breathe right now.

Gemma watched wordlessly, just as much at a loss as you. More so, it seemed, for her mouth open and closed multiple times, but each time it was a hopeless attempt. Lionel rose his brows, took a deep breath, and leaned back. He looked tired.

Harry’s eyes had barely flitted over to yours before retreating again and in that brief moment you looked at him, it’s as if he realized what he’d said. His cheeks flushed, but his jaw was locked.

Okayy, someone woke up on the wrong side of his small fraternity bed this morning. But you’re welcome to come back and live with us. Have your nice king sized bed again…” It sounded like a nice offer but if you listened hard enough you could’ve sworn you detected something sharp.

“Oh funny joke Lionel,” Mary laughed humorlessly, slowly turning to you. “Harry’s always been independent.”

I wanted Gemma to reach out, to whisper a concerned Harry as a warning, because right now his eyes were dark, brewing a storm of blood rain from invisible scars he’d cut open himself. How deep did they run?

“Yes, funny, funny, that’s what we are,” Lionel said, but there was no smile on his face, he was rubbing the corners of his mouth with the napkin and setting it down on his clean plate. “Sorry about this.”

As if Harry wasn’t in the room. As if you didn’t feel as though you were in the most awkward position you could’ve been placed in, plopped in the middle of a tug of war you didn’t really remember signing up for. Were you supposed to be on a side?  

“Dinners aren’t usually like this, I don’t know why he’s-”

“I don’t know why we’re having this dinner. Are you done?” Harry asked Viv. Her plate was still full of vegetables and at least half the chicken.

“Actually-”

“Great! Are you done?” He turned to you in all his over-animation, and in his dark green eyes you felt a sudden sympathy. It wasn’t right what he was doing, but he could only be acting out for a reason. Or multiple.

Or perhaps he was a just a selfish petulant boy.

Whatever the reason there was a wild plead in his gaze and you didn’t want to disappoint.

But you were also very much aware of Lionel waiting for your answer.

“If everyone’s done, then I’m done too.” And in fact, your appetite had disappeared.

Gemma seemed close to tears, but she blinked them away and tossed her napkin. “Yes, I’m actually quite tired.”

Charlie halted his fork mid bite and with one look from Gemma he reluctantly put it down.

“Stuffed full actually,” he mumbled.

“Great, well, I’ll grab dessert.”

Mary rose with her napkin but the scrape of Harry’s chair against the wood floors made her do a sharp turn.

“Where are you going?”

He didn’t answer as he headed to the marble staircase, footsteps loud as he jogged up them.

“Let him go,” Lionel sighed, and with it, he shrunk smaller in his chair.

“Harry!” she screeched. But he didn’t answer and with a turn at the top of the stairwell he was gone.

Everyone dispersed after that. Lionel received a conveniently-timed phone call to which he had to dismiss himself into one of the many rooms. Mary headed immediately into the kitchen but she never came back -

And then there were four.

“I’m-” Gemma bit her cheek, folded her hands. “Nevermind.”

“I think I should get back.”

Gemma looked at you understandingly, a sad sort of reluctant smile gracing her face. “Perhaps that’d be best. It was really nice meeting you though, and as much as Harry doesn’t seem to get on with loads of people, he mentioned you multiple times. I thought-” Her eyes got misty again and they glazed over the multiple paintings hanging over the dining table. “Nevermind what I thought,” she looked down to her feet but for a moment before that, her warm eyes had smiled at yours. You didn’t know her, not at all, yet somehow you could tell the warmth behind them was genuine. And you liked her instantly.

“Alright, I’ll just – I’ll head out then. Thank you so much for the dinner, it really was delicious.”

“Thanks for coming,” Charlie offered, swinging his arm around Gemma.

“Guess I’ll see you at school.” Viv appeared beside them and the unexpected head of jealousy showed its face again. Well, not its whole face. Just the tip of its nose as it peered behind the pillars of your heart, because would you really want to spend more time in there?

You were shocked when that tiny part of you said yes.

You were only halfway to your car when you heard Viv shout out.

“Wait!” You obeyed, feet halting as her fast jogging in heels made record time. She let out a breath. “Back there, what you said about the accents, it’s not like it’s a big secret, but um.” Her eyebrows slightly knitted together. “I’m not sure why I’m telling you this, I guess just so you don’t make it a big deal.”

“Yeah. Wait- why, did I make it a big deal? I really didn’t mean to.”

She shook her head, then stopped. Her head leaned slightly to the side and her eyes pinched as she pondered your questioned. “Maybe a little.”

She put her arm around you and steered you to your car.

“Harry’s adopted, it’s not bad that I’m telling you this because they don’t try and keep it hidden or anything it’s just – they don’t advertise it. And most people don’t ask. They just assume long-term boarding school or something. They don’t look into it.”

“Oh. Right.”

Adopted. Of freaking course.

“It was when he was young, seven or something. Uh-” She stopped, perhaps she’d said a bit too much. “But anyway it’s not that big of a deal.” But it sounded like she was trying to convince herself. She looked to you.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “Totally fine. I mean I’m sure his other friends know anyways.”

She smiled then, and stuck you at arms length. “See you later.”

After revving the engine, and drawing up to the gate, you sat there for what must have been a solid twenty seconds, throwing the engine in reverse and then approaching it again. It didn’t move. Shouldn’t this thing be automatic from the inside? You threw it in park and trudged to the front door again, but no one was moving inside the house. You tried knocking. Everyone was gone. Fantastic.

A miracle, one of the garage doors started to open and you walked closer.

“Oh good, I was about to be stuck!” you called out as the doors clicked back, expecting Gemma to return your smile from the other side. But it was dark and no one was there. You did see the shadow of three other cars though. Three very nice racecar material cars.

“Hello?” You called out. You swallowed harshly when you saw two brown booties.

“What’s going on?”

You felt like you should be the one asking him that, but you just shrugged your shoulders. “The gate won’t open.”

Harry stood expressionless before retreating to the back of the garage.

“Wait- where are you-”

The sound of the gate opening shut you up. “Oh, thanks,” you mumbled. You didn’t really know what else to say, and Harry wasn’t exactly making conversation, so you were silent as the clank of your door closed you in again. Back to reality. This night had been a disaster.

The spluttering of your engine lasted longer than usual and you stilled.

Come on grandpa!!!!

You twisted the key again but it was refusing to give you the satisfying thrum when it finally gave. You were so close!! It couldn’t give out now!!!! It could literally break down, say, in a total hypothetical situation that did NOT happen, when I’m trying to avoid human contact after being pantsed in front of hottie toddie physics professor but it CAN’T give out now.

You tried again but it failed.

And you tried again.

And again.

And again.

Harry’s figure approached the car window with a beer in hand and he took a deep swig of it before knocking on the window. You barely heard it above the spluttering but you gave grandpa a moment of silence.

You rested your head on the steering wheel before bouncing up again and rolling down the window.

“What Harry,” you sighed.  

“She’s dead.”

“I know.”

You got out and waited, crossing your arms while Harry ran into the garage to check if he had any jumper cables or whatever else he’d need to fix this. At least it wasn’t smoking.

“We don’t have any.” He sauntered over, scratching the back of his neck and looking at the car. “Can stay here if you want.”

“I can call an Uber.” You hit your phone’s lock switch but it was a black screen. DAMN you Renny for hogging the charger before you’d left. DAMN YOU. “Can’t. Can’t call an Uber. Could you call one for me?”

“Are you trying to use me for my money?”

“I- no.” Your mouth parted but it closed again. Was he for real? Was he….kidding? “I can pay you back you know.”

“Lionel won’t hear of it. He doesn’t trust Uber.”

“Doesn’t trust Uber. What is he? A binge-watcher of late night crime shows?”

“No.” An almost smile shone through and you crossed your arms.

“Well I can’t just block the gate.”

“No one’s going anywhere for tonight.” He headed for the garage again. “Come on,” he called back.

“Renny will be worried about me!”

“You can call from our landline.”

People still had those?

“Sh they can hear you these walls aren’t 12 inches thick!!” you whisper-yelled into the receiver. You gave Harry an awkward smile and twirled the cord around the vintage phone. “Mary picked it up at a Parisian market or something. It’s mainly for decoration but they got it hooked up just in case,” he’d said, only walking to the end of the hall to give you some “privacy.”

It was literally from the 1920s. You felt like a vaudevillian actress about to break into song about how she wants to live a normal life but mommy and daddy keep her locked in a tower.

“I DON’T CARE IF THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD HEARS ME YOU ARE BETRAYING YOURSELF IF YOU SPEND THE NIGHT THERE.”

“Renny- ! Oh my- ! Could you just- could you just LISTEN?”

“Let me call you an Uber.”

“Lionel already knows and they’re-” you looked over at Harry who seemed to be distracted by a painting he’s probably seen a thousand times before and you lowered your voice- “Apparently one of the maids is already making my bed.”

“ARE YOU ROYALTY NOW?! Are they going to give you complimentary chocolates in the morning?! Are you going to be giving him complimentary HEAD-?!!!”

“RENNY!”

Harry’s head whipped towards yours, but his lips were still set in his pout. You grimaced, putting your back to him and facing the end of the hallway.

“Now you have me thinking about the wizard’s wand. I literally hate you,” you grumbled.

“You know I’m joking. Well, half-joking. You can stay there if you want it’s just-” she sighed- “What is this, are you guys like dating now? Because the last I heard you were literally running away from him and wanting to punch his face in.”

“He does give off that effect. And no! We’re not-” your voice lowered more- “We’re not dating. My car’s just broken down.

“You keep lying to yourself.”

“I’m not lying to anybody.”

“Keep telling yourself that kid. Because the last time I was with you was when you were literally RUNNING away from him. But you’re going to spend the night at his house. Voluntarily. I mean geeze you’re giving the poor guy a headache you can at least suck his dick.”

She’d hung up before the words even processed.

—-

“This is the living wing, I dunno why they call it that it just makes it sounds depressing.”

“What do they mean by living?” you asked. Each word sounded heavy on your tongue, each sentence carefully constructed. It was weird to be talking with him when he clearly wasn’t in the best frame of mind. When you didn’t know if he’d snap and turn sour all of a sudden.

Though you didn’t think that’d happen. He seemed more sullen to you now more than anything, apologetic maybe, if a word like that could describe him. Think: a toddler after being scolded for something he’s done wrong. Eh? That image seemed to work.

“It’s where my dad keeps his…creatures. Birds, fish, I don’t know I never fucking go in. It’s also where their bedrooms are.” He poked his head around the hallway before muttering, “I guess.”  

“Oh okay.”

Your feet stopped following him when you met a tall window. Their backyard was….spectacular. It was dark and the twinkle lights only exposed so much, but there was a very nice long pool, tile patio with sunbathing chairs, and more green beyond it. The all black on the horizon you assumed to be the ocean.

You didn’t realize Harry was behind you until he muttered, “What’re you thinking about?”

“You know I could ask you the same question. Like at least half the time I’m around you.”

His brows squeezed together a bit but a bit of a smirk was starting to form. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“Oh you do. You definitely do,” you started to laugh and back into the window to scrutinize him from afar. Because right now he had a very odd look in his eye. “You’re quiet most of the time,” you said softer. After dinner, you weren’t quite sure what was going on in Harry’s family life. But the longer the adopted word kept being tossed around in your brain and analyzed every which way, you wondered how many different dynamics existed that added or subtracted to their relationship. Take Gemma. How did she fit in? She had the accent too.

So, if you could make him smile by backing up and eyeing him like he was some sort of specimen than so be it. As much as you would’ve killed to see him unhappy a couple days ago, you’d realized you’d been a bit rash to run into conclusions. And yes, you had managed to make yourself look like an utter mentally unstable ass and a half. So you could cut him some slack. The night hadn’t been a nightmare for just one of you.

“Stop it,” he warned. But you started to circle him and you squinted one eye, putting two hands up to frame Harry’s face and the window with the warmly-lit grounds like a director choosing the shot. “Okay seriously. Stop.”

“Nope,” you popped the p, “It’s funny. I couldn’t picture you in a place like this before, but now I can.” You slowly put your hands down and you thought you heard him mumble weird.

“Oi. Did you just call me weird?” your mouth opened in playful surprise. His nose scrunched up at your over exaggerations. He was confused, you could tell. And he was probably being just as cautious as you were, you realized. You didn’t blame him. But he was so close to smiling. Soooo clooosseee-

“S’just weird,” he settled with. And his would-be smile dropped. A little bit of guilt struck you.

“What is?” you began slowly.

“It’s weird that you’re here.” He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Ouch.

“Why?”  

“Because I can’t picture you here.”

His voice seemed shy. He nodded towards the other end of the hall. “Come on, I’ll show you where you’re sleeping.” And he didn’t give you much time to catch up, nor time to feel offended, as his long legs were once again a disadvantage to you.

You weren’t sure how many bedrooms you’d been passing, and to be completely honest, Harry’s explanations of what each room was went a bit beyond you.

“Theatre’s to your right, sun room’s to the left. That’s the library over in there, elevator’s around the bend. Annnnd… here it is.”

He forgot to mention the multiple living rooms you’d been passing which had killer ocean views, or the full-on mini bars. Yes. Bars. As in numerous. You didn’t see much alcohol in them though and you wondered if it had anything to do with Harry.

“I’ll be at the other end then.”

“Of the house?”

“The hall, just there.” He pointed, and looked back at you with a funny look about him. “No sneaking into my bedroom.”

You coughed. “I’m sorry, was that a joke? A poor one but…Are you making jokes now?”

His smile faltered, but it was finally there. No matter how small or pained it looked. His eyes looked to his boots for a second before settling on your elbow, then your shoulder. Then your chin. Or was it-

“Right. Well. I’ll give you something to wear, just- stay there. Or don’t. I don’t care.” Harry turned quickly and disappeared into the last room at the hall. Your eyes grazed the hallway walls. He may not look necessarily enthused that you were there, but in this whole situation you’d felt like an outsider. And you suspected that was exactly what he needed.

Not that you held any pretenses to know what that confusing boy needed.

Not at all.

Or rather, none at all.

None were there to gather dust, to give you a glimpse into what he looked like as a toddler through to the awkward teen years. No family portraits hung. Each wall’s empty space was filled with a landscape painting of the sea, or the cliffs facing the water. Except for the power portrait of the Styles in the center of the home that looked out over their grounds - it was stark of any traces of family existence. The messy bits anyway. And instantly you compared it to your old stained carpets and walls with so many nails in it if you removed all the pictures and unscrewed the nails, you’d be left with hardly a house at all. This felt like someone had come in, staged it for a potential buyer, and that was it. Like if you opened the dresser’s drawer you wouldn’t find anything in it except for another nail or the assembly instruction manual.

You hummed to yourself, peering into your bedroom. A nice queen-sized bed and bamboo flooring. White canopy drapes covering what you assumed to be a window.  The only thing that seemed off was the ceiling. It had stars painted on it. You walked to the center of the room and looked up- there was a name there, inscribed in the center of the biggest star. You sat on the edge of the bed, twiddling your thumbs before wandering over to the ensuite bathroom. It was no less impressive.

A big part of you was wishing to be with Renny right now. Gosh you would’ve paid anything to see her face if she could only see the outside of this house. You never fared well when there was quiet, a lot of it anyway. And in a house this big, it was quiet. A little too quiet. And cold. Was the AC set to 50 or something?

Warm water ran down your face and you briskly turned the faucet off. At least Renny would be able to say “I told you so” tomorrow. Well, not about the blowjob thing. You opened the medicine cabinet to find some toothpaste, or face soap. The last thing you needed was another zit to pop through.

But there wasn’t anything of the sort. No no no.

Pills filled the cabinets. Some with labels, some without. You closed the cabinet. Definitely not toothpaste. Definitely not your business. But who were they-

“Oh my gosh!” your heart flew to your chest.

Mary was sitting on the edge of your bed, silent, hands folded in her lap. Had she seen you? The sudden adrenaline found an escape in an awkward laugh. “You scared me.”

“Oh I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to do that.” She tucked a strand behind her ear and it wasn’t until your hip hit the door frame on the way out of the bathroom that you realized she hadn’t been looking at you this entire time. She would’ve judged you for that blunder. No, her eyes were fixed on the walls, then the ceiling.

Did she need help with something? Were you in the wrong room?

“Is this my room?”

“It’s my youngest’s room.” She looked up again, and her left hand seemed to be a little shaky as she soothed already straight hair behind her ear. You watched her closer and saw her body sway a bit to steady herself when her head lowered. You instinctually looked to the door, to an exit. Harry should be down there. Nerves suddenly held your body like they always do in a situation that’s unfamiliar, in the face of unpredictability.

“She liked astronomy!” She said suddenly, as if she’d just had an epiphany. She walked over to the canopy drapes and peered between them, revealing a balcony as she looked out. “I thought she’d like it. She likes the stars.”

“I bet they’re, uh-” your eyes shot out again- “Beautiful from here.”

She was quiet and she slowly turned to you, pointing to the ceiling. “There. Did you- didyouseeit? There.” She stumbled closer, still in heels, and you crossed your arms tightly, nodding even though you had no idea. You followed her hand briefly. It was the scribble on the wall.

“I picked it,” she said, finger sliding to fall at her heart. “I picked it.”  

“Jesus! Mary.” Harry stormed in, a horrified look on his face as he clutched clothes in his hands. They fell to the floor.

“And Joseph,” you muttered.

Harry’s eyes held no humor in them in the brief moment he glanced to you. It was hardly enough time to properly glare. But glare he did. And there was enough fiery gusto in them to realize that now was not the time.

“Jane,” she corrected. “Jane.”

Harry was struck still, and you watched as his eyes frantically observed. But when she was about to sit down again he spoke,

“What’re you doing in here? Y/N is going to try and sleep.”

Mary looked at him, her drunken emotional journey to the past turning sour. Her lips pressed in a hard line and she stood up, swaying a bit when she did so, but the level of composure she emanated was impressive.  She went over to him, passing you silently, and for an irrational second you thought she was going to jump you. Instead, she grabbed Harry’s arm when she was almost out the door. “There were two rooms Harry.” She tried to whisper it, but the alcohol had warped her perception and you heard everything.

She let her hand fall and Harry’s fist clenched as it did.

You were struck dumb, again. This wasn’t your domain, you weren’t close enough to comfort him if that was what he needed and you weren’t brave enough to interject if he needed a good slap in the face. You barely knew him. And the realization of that sunk deeper than you’d ever realized. You can get frustrated because of him, infuriated at him even, but you couldn’t be one to judge. Not when he seemed more miserable here than anywhere else.

“Stay here,” he finally said. And then he was gone, leaving you with a pile of clothes that couldn’t explain the half of it.

You stripped quietly once the door was closed, pulling the oversized plaid button up down that fell to completely cover your hands. It still left you cold, barely covering your bum, but your heart warmed a little at how he didn’t just give you a black t-shirt. You almost stepped over the sweatpants that were there before greedily snatching them up with a smile In your fanciful mind you imagined he knew you’d be cold in here.

Harry never came back. You couldn’t text Renny, or anyone, and you couldn’t be bothered with figuring out how to turn on the tv or to find a channel. So you lay there, looking at the ceiling. You didn’t belong in this room. Mary, even if she hadn’t necessarily said get out, still verifiably creeped you out enough so that you didn’t want to be in this room. You never knew Harry had another sibling. Not that you’d even known about Gemma until yesterday. How many other people knew him, truly? Why were you here now? What would you do if you opened your eyes and Mary was just sitting at the end of your bed again - watching you sleep?  It made your head dizzy and you closed your eyes. If she was there at least you wouldn’t be able to see her. But the scribble in the sky was still burned in your mind’s eye and it had your imagination roaring. You rolled over on your side, pulling up the thin sheet to cover your ear. The wind smacked a palm tree leaf against the balcony window and you jolted in place. You felt haunted, and it wasn’t like the sheet would protect you from anything except for soothing the little toddler in you who still believed that good always won, evil always lost.

This was an expensive home.

With probably more security than the local bank.

You were safe.

But you didn’t feel secure.

Your anxious thoughts continued like pins pricking your stomach until fatigue made it stop. You didn’t know the time when you fell asleep.

And you didn’t know the time when you awoke. The smacking of the palm trees was as bad as ever , and your nightmare had been worse tonight. The same sick one. A house in the countryside, peeling wallpaper that threatened to wrap itself over your hands if you leant against it a little too long, trapping you there when you needed to run from faceless creatures.

You were being watched.

You jolted-to in a cold sweat.

Was it 2 am? 3? You hoped it was closer to 6, to the sunrise. These days you cherished the times when you’d wake up at 4. You tried closing your eyes again, but the sweat soon chilled you enough to where the sheet wasn’t enough. You silently stood, walking over to the cabinets on the far side of the wall. The painted shutter doors squeaked when you opened them. It must’ve not been opened for a while because the paint caused the two doors to stick together and it only gave on the third tug.

What you saw stilled your heart. Because you didn’t find linens or a big fluffy blanket, and if you’d discovered this just a few hours later in the morning you’d probably glance right over it, perhaps it would’ve sparked a moment of confusion maybe. But now, in a big strange house in the middle of the night you surely felt a chill. And then you were booking it out to the hall.

His door was there. Just like any other door. But you paced around it a few times. He was probably sleeping. Should you just go to the downstairs? Just…I don’t know… grab a glass of water? Try putting on the tv? Like a normal person would? You raised your hand, but it fell just as fast. Gosh who were you?!

You couldn’t yell at Harry for being bipolar when you were basically the perfect spokesmodel. You knew why you were standing outside his door. You knew who’d make you feel secure. This was embarrassing.

But the door opened before you had to knock.

“You can come in,” he murmured.

“Oh,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “Oh you don’t have to-”

But when he opened the door wider you didn’t waste a second in entering.  

part 10

울고 싶지 않아 {PCY}

Description: After four years with Chanyeol, SM intervenes with the relationship and makes you break it off.

Genre: Angst / Smut (why is like all of my angst for Chanyeol what the hell)

Word Count: 2,270

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy

(A/N: I was rlly inspired by Don’t Wanna Cry by Seventeen so this is what I came up with. 울고 싶지 않아 (ulgo sipji anha) literallyyyy means I don’t want to cry just so everyone knows.) (Also this gif is really nice oh my)

Originally posted by sehunoh

To the world around you, you were okay. To yourself, things were a bit more complicated. You hated seeming weak in front of people but you had been with Chanyeol for almost four years. The company had split the two of you up - you weren’t going to let him risk it with the SM staff for you.

So instead, you had to show him you were okay. Everywhere you went was a constant of reminder - EXO was everywhere, which also meant that he was everywhere. He was your other half…how could you live when half of you was gone?

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Hey I love your writing! Can I please have a Niall imagine where you get into a bad fight and he walks out and comes back later when he's calm down to find you in the bathroom crying holding something of his? Kind of specific I'm sorry!! 💖

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“God (Y/N) i just want to go out with the lads for a beer. Get off my back!” He snapped at you while he stomped out of the bedroom and down the hall. Jumping off the bed you followed him.

“Get off your back?! Niall, you’ve gone out for a beer every night this week and the last. You’re at the studio all fucking day and you come home late. I just want one night with you!” He didn’t even react to your words as he went to the closet and pulled out his jacket and boots. “Are you fucking listening? Sometimes I feel like you don’t care anymore. You stopped texting me during the day, and stopped saying goodbye in the mornings. You haven’t even said ‘I love You’ since last saturday.” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you watched him slip his boots on his feet. You hate fighting and you hate acting this clingy but it felt like he wasn’t even in love with you anymore.

Niall finally made eye contact with you, anger was present in his blue eyes. The way he looked at you made your heart drop to your stomach. “Maybe I go out all the time because you’re so goddamn needy. You constantly want my attention. And I have other things to worry about then saying I love you.”  He pulled his hat onto his head, “Don’t bother waiting up. I might even just crash at Bressie’s house.” His voice had no hint of emotion, turning on his heel he left without another word.

You stood, frozen, staring at the closed front door. You’ve been dating for two years and this was the first fight where you actually felt like he was going to leave you. Even when he was pissed he would still say he loves you, but the look in his eyes made you feel as though that love was gone. Niall did have a loose tongue and would say things he didn’t mean but the words he just said seemed like they were from his heart.

The tears you tried to hold back now fell freely from your eyes, drenching your cheeks. Your feet absent mindedly carried you back to the bedroom and into the walk in closet where you found his favorite sweater. The cream colored fabric still smelled like his cologne and body wash. Taking the sweater into the bathroom you closed the door and sank down to the cool tile floor where you then let all your emotions out. Heavy sobs racked through your body as you hid your face in Niall’s sweater, desperate to feel close to the man you loved; even though it was starting to feel like that love wasn’t mutual.

-

“You good mate?” Deo asked Niall while he nudged his shoulder, “You’ve been zoning in out all night.”

“It’s just- I’m fine.” He responded taking another sip of his Guinnes. His anger and frustration had worn off a while ago and the gravity of what he said, and didn’t say, was just now hitting him. Guilt filled his stomach the more he realized you were right.

“What did you do, Horan?” Another one of the lads asked, all of his friends eyes were on him now.

“I had a fight with (Y/N) before I left and I was a dick.”

“What was it about?” Bressie asked.

“She wanted me ta stay home tonight and watch a movie. She was also upset that I’ve been going out a lot and haven’t really spent time with her.”

“You have been going out a lot though and you’re living in the studio. Why didn’t ya just stay home?” Deo pointed out.

“I- I don’t know, I’m just stressed that the album isn’t gonna be that good and I just wanted a beer. I’m an ass okay, now I wish I just stayed home. Wouldn’t be surprised if I go home and find that all her stuff is gone.” The last sentence almost brought tears to his eyes, he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying in front of his friends.

“Why don’t ya just go home, man.”

Niall took a deep breath to ward of his tears before nodding and grabbing his hat off the table, “Bye guys.” He said standing up and leaving without waiting for a response. His boots tapped on the pavement as he made his way to the range rover, telling the fans that he couldn’t stop for pictures. The whole drive back to the house he tried to piece together an apology, he stopped at a gas station and got a bouquet of flowers and all your favorite types of candy. He knew that the flowers and candy would do little to make up for the way he has been acting but it was worth a shot.

When he pulled into the driveway he sighed in relief to see your car still parked but as he looked into the windows he saw that all the lights were off. “Shit.” He muttered under his breath thinking that maybe you got one of your friends to pick you up.

He slowly came into the home and toed off his boots listening for any sign that you were still in the house. Niall had never been so happy to still see your shoes lying on the floor, it was one of his pet peeves that you didn’t put them away on the rack in the closet. He didn’t hear the tv in the den or in the bedroom, it was still fairly early in the evening so he doubted that you had gone to sleep. Wondering around the house he called out for you, “(Y/N)?! Petal, where are ya? I’m sorry I’m such an ass.”

You were still in the bathroom crying, the fight had happened two hours ago but you were still upset. Everytime your tears would slow you’d think about the words Niall said to you and you were right back to sobbing. His sweater was soaked with tears at this point, probably another thing that would make Niall mad at you.

Niall had given up on trying to find you, he walked into the bedroom dropping the bag of candy and flowers on the bed with a huff. He went to go into the bathroom but when he turned the knob and open the door the last thing he expected to see was you sitting on the floor crying with his sweater held tightly in your hands.

Your hair was messily hanging out of your ponytail,  your face was red and blotchy, and your eyelids swollen from crying so much. “Babe..” Niall sighed sinking down to the floor next to you. His presents made you jump, looking up at him you let out a choked sob. All you wanted to do was jump into his arms and hold onto him but he told you you were needy so you stayed where you were.

“Come here princess.” He said sadly pulling you into his chest and rubbing your back. Tears soaked into his shirt but he didn’t care, “I’m so fucking sorry my love. I didn’t mean anything I said. You’re not needy or clingy and nothing is more important than you. I’ve just been really stressed and I didn’t want to burden you with it so I’d just go out.”

“Then why di-d you say that?” You said into his chest, your breath hitched as you tried to talk.

Niall’s heart broke as he heard your voice, “Because I’m stupid and ya know that. I’ve been struggling to get the album together and today was particularly rough, I took that frustration out on you and I’m really sorry about that.”

The two of you sat on the bathroom floor for a good ten minutes before you finally looked up at him, he smiled down at you sadly before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Do ya forgive me?” Niall asked.

“Yeah,” You answered. “Do you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing for me to forgive darlin’, ya did nothing wrong. You were right, I wasn’t spending enough time with you. So tomorrow we’re gonna go out for dinner and a movie then I want ya to tag along to the studio with me. Sound good?”

You nodded cuddling closer into his chest. “Why did ya take my sweater?” He asked. You blushed not wanting to tell him but you did anyway.

“I-I just wanted to feel a close to you.” You responded, your cheeks even redder now. Your answer made Niall realize just how much you missed him and it made him feel like shit.

“I’m sorry love.” He whispered into your hair. “Why don’t we go lay on bed instead of sitting on the hard tile. I also got ya all your favorite candy and some flowers.” You chuckled at his thoughtfulness and the fact that he got you candy and flowers to apologize.

Niall helped you stand and led you by your hand into the bedroom where you both stuffed your face with candy while you just enjoyed each other’s company.

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Bucky’s Little Spy (Bucky X Reader / Bucky X Reader’s daughter)

Title: Bucky’s Little Spy  ( Big Hero, Little Hero drabble series 3.0 )

Pairing: Bucky X Reader and Reader’s daughter

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Bucky needs all the help he can get to plan the perfect date. Who better than his own personal little spy?

Previous parts: 1.0 My Little Hero ||  2.0 Mini Winter Soldier  

MASTERLIST

“Hey Poppy, do you know which food places your mom likes?” Bucky asks, his large figure slumped in his pastel purple beanbag, eyebrows tightly knitted together.

Right next to him, Poppy was settled in the new study desk and fluffy chair Pepper got her for her birthday, head buried in the new book Bucky has gotten her.

“Well, she likes having breakfast for all her meals?” Poppy answered, her eyebrows scrunched up just like Bucky’s.

Bucky heaved a sigh and slumped further down his bean bag as he held his head between his hands.

“I can’t possibly bring her for pancakes for a date can I?” his voice came out muffled.

Hearing that, Poppy perked up and twisted her tiny body to face the distraught man next to her.

“You are going on a date with mom? Do you think the birthday fairy heard my birthday wish?!” Poppy squealed, clamoring her way down her chair and climbing onto Bucky’s lap.

Bucky held her young girl to stop her from falling from her excited flailing and replied with a chuckle, “Yes Pops, the birthday fairy must’ve heard you.”, as he blew raspberries on her tummy.

Floods of giggles escaped Poppy and she struggled to get away from Bucky.

“Well, if you’re going on a date with mummy, we’ve got to make sure you are all prepared!” she exclaimed, catching her breath from giggling.

The girl jumped off of Bucky’s lap and held him by his metal arm, tugging him towards where she was heading.

Her tiny feet moved quickly till she reached Bucky’s room, twisted the doorknob and pushed the door wide open.

She used all her strength, pushed Bucky to sit on his couch and made her way to his wardrobe.

Pulling the doors of his closet open one at a time with her small hands, her nose scrunched up with distaste at the lack of color in Bucky’s wardrobe.

“Bucky bear! You’re no fun! Where’s the purples and yellows? Greens and rainbows? It is all black, gray, brown and blue.” she huffed, sticking her head in the closet, her voice muffled from the clothing.

“You don’t think (Y/N)’ll like my wardrobe choices? Should… should I go buy something now? Do you think I have enough time? I could probably go and get back in an hour! What do you think she’ll like on me?” Bucky’s voice came out in a rush as he got on his feet and is rummaging for his wallet.

Just as the wheels of thoughts are churning in his mind, Poppy pulled herself out of the dark colored closet and in her hand was a red henley Bucky forgot he owned.

Poppy shoved the shirt towards Bucky and said “This will do!” a smirk tugging at her lips.

“You really think so? (Y/N) will like this?” Bucky asked with his frown back on his face.

Poppy used all her might and pushed Bucky back onto the couch and settled herself on the carpeted floor in front of him.

“Now Big Barnes, I’m going to give you a crash course on my mom,” Poppy announced, arms crossed in front of herself.

“Oh… oh! okay!” Bucky answered. He straightened himself and reached for the notepad and pen on his bedside desk, a look of concentration etched on his face.


It was date night and Bucky has everything planned to perfection with the help of his trusted partner, Poppy.

He was wearing the red henley the girl picked with snug jeans and black leather combat boots, his hair tied into a low bun, also courtesy of Poppy.

In front of (Y/N)’s apartment, Bucky’s nervousness was evident from his sweaty palms. One arm holding onto his gift, he knocked on the door and held his breath.

After a short minute, the door opened showing (Y/N) dressed in a comfortable cream colored knitted sweater, jeans and a pair of deep red flats that matched Bucky’s henley. Her hair was plaited to the side with a few stray strand framing her face.

(Y/N) greeted him with a wide smile, her eyes twinkling her excitement.

Bucky was left stunned for a moment, his face flushing red at the sight of her. He stumbled over his greetings and clumsily gave (Y/N) the pot of mint plant he got for her.

Seeing the potted plant, (Y/N) smile got wider as she ushered him into her house. She busied herself with placing the plant in her mini window garden whilst Bucky stood staring at her back fondly.

“Poppy’s with Scott and Casey for a sleepover tonight! Though I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to have you over.” (Y/N) said as she twirled around to face him.

“How’d you know I was missing a mint plant?” she added, her eyebrows cocked up in question.

“Well… I may have a little spy spilling classified information to me.” Bucky answered, humor lacing his words.

(Y/N) let out a laugh in understanding and reached for her purse.

“Well, then I guess you and your little spy must have had an interesting covert operation discussing this evening? I’m looking forward to it, Mr. Barnes,” she said cheekily, leading him out of the house.


The evening was everything (Y/N) loved and more. They had dinner at a famous pancakes house and ordered a main and dessert to share. After the meal, Bucky brought her to a little hole in the wall bookstore as they found books for each other, even picking out a few for Poppy.

As they strolled down the sidewalk, (Y/N) felt Bucky’s hesitancy in reaching for her hand. She glanced at the man and saw his faced scrunched up, seeming like he was debating with himself, clenching and unclenching his hand.

(Y/N) was standing to the side of Bucky’s metal arm. He didn’t know if it was appropriate to hold (Y/N)’s hand, much less hold her hand with his metal ones. He was starting to get dejected until he heard her voice.

“I guess your sneakily little spy didn’t help you with this part of the date?” came (Y/N) mischievous question, a smile tugging the corners of her lips.

Before Bucky could form his reply, (Y/N) intertwined her hand with Bucky’s metal one, firmly holding on to him. She continued walking, not minding Bucky’s shock.

After a moment of silence, Bucky voice broke the quietness. He softly said, “You know, for some reason. You and Pops just aren’t scared of my metal arm. You both hold onto it like it’s just a normal arm.”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and turned to Bucky, his gaze on the path in front of him.

It is just a normal arm Bucky. You’ve seen how much Poppy loves you. It’s the whole of you. Arm included. That goes for me too, Bucks. All of you. Arm included.” came her reply as she tiptoes and plants a soft kiss on his cheeks.

The sound of Bucky’s ringtone broke the beautiful silence. He fumbled with the phone as he fished it our from his pockets and grinned at the name flashing on the screen.

“Hey, little spy. What can I do for you?” Bucky asked, glancing at (Y/N) with a fond smile on his face.

“Everything’s going great. Your mom and I are very satisfied from the pancakes and we even got you a gift.” he continued.

After a momentary pause, Bucky’s face turned a shade of bright red as he stuttered a soft “Goodbye, love you too.” and hung up the call.

(Y/N) looked at Bucky quizzically, wondering what got him so red.

“Poppy, uhh, Poppy she… she said to not worry about her. She and Cassie are having a good sleepover. And that uh, that we uh, we should also have a good sleepover.” he mumbled out.

At that, (Y/N) blushed from the tips of her ear as a helpless shy smile grew on her face.


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So here’s the next part to “Big Hero, Little Hero” and I hope it is enjoyable! Feedback would be great and any form of support gives me the push to continue writing! As per usual, let me know if you would like to be tagged or untagged, for this drabble series or for all future writings! 

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anonymous asked:

I was shopping at target wearing a cream colored sweater with a rainbow neckline and dark maroon colored pants. I was holding a basket and my keys and someone asked me if I worked there. I told an employee and made her night. This happens a lot. I don't know why. I've never worked for target.

I want to see someone go into a store wearing one of those horse head masks with something close to what the uniform looks like(polo red shirt and khakis for example). I just want to see how far customers would go to ask you that while you very obviously don’t work there and horses don’t work retail. -Abby

you should know she is prone

pairing: daveed diggs x reader 

request: @wellillbedamneddiggs: either an angsty Daveed x Reader with lots of pining (but a happy ending!) or something super kinky? Like size kink/blowjobs/face fucking/facials?

summary: reader is an ensemble replacement in hamilton who befriends daveed while also trying to suppress her overwhelming sexual attraction to him

warnings: NSFW! alcohol, swearing, clippng lyrics, semi-public sex (?), dirty talk, face-fucking, size kink, and a whole lotta smut. get ready. 

word count: 3,501

a/n: title from clippng “body and blood.”don’t expect new fics every day, but this prompt took me and wouldn’t let go until I finished it. drunk diggs is really fun to write. if you have requests/comments/other concerns or anything, shoot me a message! part two is here

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Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Unnamed OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Business!Baron, what’s not to love? Tagging our usual suspects of @tox-moxley and @oraclegazes, as well as the head of the Baron’s Bitches Pack, @writergrrrl29 and but of course it would not be Thirst Party Saturday without our Steerforth, @hardcorewwetrash! Enjoy!


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Roman Reigns One Shot - The Secret

Roman watched her from where he was standing in the ring, admiring the way her pants and top hugged her curves. His eyes traveled unabashedly over her body as she faced away from him, talking to Stephanie.

“Uce, you with us?” Dean whacked him on the arm, his last resort in getting his friend’s attention.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said with feigned annoyance, “What’s up, Ambrose?”

Dean’s gaze travelled to where Roman had been looking and he chuckled. “Way outta your league, man,” he laughed as he looked towards Seth and winked. “And way outta your pay scale.”

Seth grinned, “Dean’s right, man.” He looked towards where the two women were deep in conversation towards the top of the ramp. “You might be pretty to look at but there ain’t no way she’s ever gonna look your way.”

Roman grunted in frustration. “Fuck off, both of you,” he snapped, clearly irritated.

“Just statin’ facts, man,” Dean patted him on the shoulder as he walked back towards where Seth was standing. “C’mon, let’s practice this new move.”

Roman glanced over at her one last time before joining the other two. There was no doubt that Alexis Buchanon was way out of his league but he didn’t need two of his closest friends reminding him of that. He knew they were only looking out for him but it still sucked. He had been hooked from the day he saw her at headquarters a few months ago and he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head since.

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anonymous asked:

hii if you're still taking requests could you draw louis drowning in a cream sweater that reaches his thighs? (ofc this also means major sweater paws aw) and then curled into a bundle of white and plaid blankets? like a little cozy louis looking adorable? ): that would be so cute and precious omdjsn

this is lateeeee x all i could think about was sleepy lou just waking up and ahh 

psa!!!

all south asian girls are so pretty like….. our skin can be dark like freshly baked, delicious brownies or melted, gooey dark chocolate. or it can look paler, like a cream colored cashmere sweater, or like a piping hot vanilla latte. our eyes can be dark brown, like the night, and brighten up like the moon when the sunlight hits them. or our eyes can be hazel, a beautiful combination itself. we can be skinny, or we can be fat. we can be thick n hairy. or, we can shave everything. it doesn’t matter because south asian girls are all so beautiful, and we don’t need white skin or white features to be beautiful.

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Jaehyun and his youtuber girlfriend? Filming boyfriend tag video haha :)

Hello there! First off, haven’t written a scenario of my ult in so long ;;; Thank you for requesting this & I hope you enjoy it although it took me forever to finish. Ah, Jaehyun is totally boyfriend (and husband) material. 💘

Jaehyun

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You finished setting up the Canon T5i and looked through the screen monitor to ensure that the camera was placed at the right angle. Lights, check. Camera, check. Now, all that’s left was the action.

“Are you ready, babe?” You called, as you made last minute touches to the room that would be the background setting of the video.

Jaehyun had finally concurred to appearing on your YouTube channel to film the boyfriend tag. Your subscribers had sent in requests since early last year, as you had always mentioned him in your videos, but never uploaded any footage of him. After months of begging, a month’s worth of pizza on you, and a promise to pack him lunch everyday for three months, you had finally coaxed him into making an appearance on your channel.

He appeared right at the door, popping his head in before smiling nervously. It wasn’t like him to be so shy, he is articulate and a naturally gifted speaker, so you found it quite adorable that he had spent the past week contemplating what to wear and how to act on camera.

He was dressed in a cream cable knit sweater today, paired with his favourite pair of vintage Levi’s. His hair was slightly parted at the front, coloured a chocolate brown. You couldn’t help but marvel at the sight in front of you.

The corners of his lips turned upwards as he begin to realize that you were checking him out. He walked closer to you and embraced you with his strong arms as you buried your face in the comfort of his sweater. His familiar scent wafted into the air, wood sage and a tinge of sea salt.

You peeked at him gingerly, the bottom half of your face still resting on the fabric of his shirt. “Are you nervous?”

He looked down at you, his sharp eyes transforming into crescents as he broke into a docile smile and nodded his head slowly. “A bit.”

“Why? Aren’t you the definition of ‘mom’s friend’s son’?” You teased, unravelling your hands from his back, reaching upwards to cup his face.

He leaned forward, trying to steal a kiss from your lips. You giggled and ducked to avoid him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek instead.

“Can I get one more kiss? The cheek one didn’t count.” He pouted.

“I’ll give you one if you answer the questions about me correctly, you know that.” You flicked him on the forehead lightly.

He chuckled, elongating his arms such that his right hand was now hovering in front of the camera lens, as if he was covering the camera’s eyes.

Then, he leaned over and planted a soft kiss directly on your lips.

He could feel you smiling into the kiss, but you immediately pulled back before things could escalate any further. “Stop cheating,” you murmured, a sheepish smile slowly spreading across your face.

“Alright, alright.”

“If you get even one question wrong, you know what you’re in for, right?” you teased, curling your hand into a fist.

He laughed, taking his position on the white leather loveseat. “I guess I’m lucky I have a good memory.”

You wiggled your eyebrows, skipping towards the camera set up at the front of the room to press the record button. 

“We’ll see how well you do, Jae. We’ll see.”

You took a deep breath before pressing record, then quickly walked back to your position beside Jaehyun on the loveseat. He scooted closer, blinking slowly a few times before nodding his head and focusing his attention back on the camera lens.

“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel!” You started, before breaking into laughter and covering your face with your hands. Jaehyun turned to you and raised his brows.

“This is so awkward. I’m not used to filming beside you, even though you film me sometimes,” you whined.

“Do we have to start recording again?” Jaehyun whispered quietly, pointing to the camera.

“Yes, genius. Let’s set up the camera again.” you jokingly teased.

“Oh right, you can just edit it out.” He flashed you a sheepish grin and instinctively covered his face with his hands, a habit of his when he was embarrassed.

After an uncontrollable fit of giggles and a sip of water, you decided that you were ready to film again.

“Let’s go, take three.” Jaehyun whispered under his breath.

You barely kept in another fit of giggles, but managed to start the introduction without making any mistakes.

“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel. Today, we’re going to do the highly requested and long-awaited boyfriend tag.” You smiled, turning beside you to make eye contact with Jaehyun, as he nodded obediently.

“We decided to spice things up a little and make it a little more interesting. We’re each going to ask each other ten questions that we’ve prepared on our own, and if we answer any of the questions incorrectly, we’re each going to get a little punishment.” You continued.

“The punishments are going to be different each time since the questions vary in difficulty level. Basically, we prepared various levels for punishments which will be revealed once either of us makes a mistake.” Jaehyun added.

“Are you ready for this?” you turned to your right slightly, your eyes meeting each other.

“Of course. More prepared than I was for my SATs.” He replied with ease.

What a smooth talker.

You clicked on the ‘Notes’ app on your phone and did a quick scroll through, overlooking the questions you had prepared before clearing your throat.

“Okay. First question. I’m starting off easy, just so you know. When was the first day we met?” you smiled cheekily, waiting for his answer.

“January 14, 2014. Exactly a month before my birthday.”

“Too easy,” you teased.

“You can challenge me, you know. I’m better than that.” He chuckled, his gaze fixated on you.

“It started off easy.” You emphasized, turning to face him again.

You were distracted by the light that his phone screen emitted on his face, a luminous glow further highlighting the contours of his face.

How gorgeous he looked right now was beyond you.

“Bring on the hard questions, but it’s my turn now.” He winked at you before reading his first question aloud.

“What was the first gift that I gave to you?”

“Was it the silver necklace with the dainty hexagon shape in the middle that you bought me when we were browsing the streets of Hongdae together? I think that was our fourth date or something… or was it something else?”

“Guys, I have a terrible memory.” You scratched your head, slightly abashed.

“And in what you lack, I make up.” he propped his head to the side and smiled widely, his dimples deepening.

“Jae, please. We’re on camera.” You blushed.

“_________, first present. Think harder. I think this one’s pretty memorable.”

“Hint please?”

“First. First present. But also first something.” he emphasized, cutely putting up his index finger.

“OH MY- THE BLACK AND WHITE PLAID BUTTON UP SHIRT. It’s literally my favourite gift but it’s so precious to me I haven’t worn it since we met two years ago.” You continued.

“_______, you failed, so punishment time or?” He nodded coolly.

“Wait Jaehyun, wait! Before the punishment, reveal the story behind the first gift.” You gushed with excitement, recalling the very first time you had met him.

He instinctively placed his hand on the nape of his neck. You could tell he was a little flustered.

“Really?” he mouthed.

“Awww, are you shy?” You placed your hand on top of his and gave him a little squeeze. “Alright, we’ll save the story for next time. It’s a little embarrassing to talk about.”

Just as you were about to direct your next question to him, he started speaking.

“It was actually the first day we met. At that time, I was a part-time barista at a coffee shop and _______ was a customer. She was waiting for her coffee when one of the other customers was in a rush and accidentally bumped into her while rushing out, spilling some drinks on her. I guess he was in a rush but he didn’t even apologize and just ran out. She was drenched and all she did was grab some extra napkins from the dispenser and wipe at her shirt. So yeah, I found that ridiculous and without thinking I took off my shirt and told her to change into it.”

“Don’t worry guys, he was wearing a t-shirt inside.”

“By the way, how did you even manage to catch that? I remember it was pretty busy that day.” you added, smiling at him sweetly.

Jaehyun simply smiled and shrugged.

“I didn’t even think twice before taking my shirt off. Like I literally could have been wearing nothing inside.”

“Shirtless barista makes the headlines.” You teased jokingly, clutching your stomach to prevent yourself from doubling over.

He just shook his head and laughed softly, casually placing his hand on top of your head to ruffle your hair.

“_________, don’t change the topic, punishment time. Level one is… let me see… ”

“Lemons.” you finished his sentence, a look of regret washing over your face.

He smiled, eagerly getting up from his seat to grab a lemon wedge that he had sliced up from earlier.

You reluctantly took it from his hand and began nibbling at the lemon, wincing whenever you took another bite as the acidity instantaneously spread throughout your mouth.

After you finished half the wedge, Jaehyun swiftly grabbed the lemon from your hands and popped the rest of it into his mouth.

“It looked too delicious.” he replied simply. “It’s actually good, not too sour.”

“You little pig, why do you love food so much.“ 

You cracked a smile, immediately reaching for the glass of water in front of you to wash away the sour taste that still lingered in your mouth.

“Okay so next question. What’s my favourite food?” you asked.

“Is this some type of trick question ‘cause I feel like it’s too easy.” He placed his right hand under his chin, and glanced at the ceiling, thinking deeply.

“Well, it’s not a trick question but it might be a little difficult. ‘Cause I like everything. But there’s only one correct answer.”

“If I could only pick one… spicy tomato sauce pasta with seafood.”

“Didn’t expect you to be so specific,” you said, awe evident in your voice.

“Am I right though?”

You made a tiny ‘ok’ sign with your thumb and index finger and nodded in defeat.

“Alright, my turn. I’ll make it easier since I should be the bigger person and give you some points.”

“So thoughtful of you.” you replied, a hint of teasing sarcasm in your voice.

“I know right. So, what is the facial feature that I’m most confident about?”

“Your eyebrows.”

“Bingo.”

“Guys, I’m really jealous of Jaehyun’s eyebrows ‘cause mine are so sparse and I always need to fill them in but he’s born with such beautifully-shaped thick eyebrows.” you turned to him and outlined his brows with your fingertips.

He wiggled his brows in satisfaction, leaning in to give you a peck just above your brow-bone.

“Jae, I’m editing that out!” You giggled.

“It’s a good luck peck to define your eyebrow hair.”

You teasingly hit his arm. “JUNG YOONOH. SERIOUSLY.”

“Sorry guys, this is probably like one of the most boring videos you’ve ever seen.”

“And you’re going to have to edit half of this out because of the PDA… or you can just keep it in?” Jaehyun joked.

“Should I?”

“Johnny would say 'I just want to show the world how much I love my girlfriend’ and I completely agree.”

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Another twenty minutes passed and you were now on your eighth question. You were pretty sure the video wouldn’t be the most entertaining boyfriend tag around, but you were having a fun time filming with Jaehyun and most importantly, you had realized how lucky you were to have such a sweet and caring boyfriend. Maybe even the luckiest girl in the world, you smiled to yourself.

You always knew that Jaehyun was a detail-oriented, observant and caring person, but he sometimes surprised you, picking up on details that you didn’t even know about yourself.

“Oh, ________. You’re doomed this time.” Jaehyun smiled widely, while reading his eighth question.

“Why? I’ve been doing pretty well up until now, just a couple mistakes.” You retorted.

“The next question is sports-related.” he replied with a grin.

“Damn… really?”

“It should be passable, I always make you watch their games with me on tv and you usually do, even if you’re not paying attention.” he teased.

You glowered in response but you had a little bit of faith in yourself since you had watched a lot more sports since you had started dating Jaehyun. You just couldn’t resist his adorable antics.

“Okay, I love you ________. But tell me, which NBA team do I cheer for?”

“Give me a while to think about it. I swear I know though.”

“Mm, of course.” Jaehyun replied smoothly.

Here goes nothing. Let’s decode NBA first, you thought to yourself.

N for National. B for… baseball? Doesn’t seem right. Why are there so many sports that start with the letter b. Badminton? Something seems off. Then, it must be basketball. Jaehyun’s favourite sport is basketball! A… what did it stand for again? Shit, I forgot. Oh well.

“First, NBA stands for National Basketball A.” You replied, a smug look evident on your face.

Jaehyun chuckled and finished with perfect English, “A for Association.”

“Yes, that.” you smiled.

“Oooh, that’s impressive.” he replied, the right dimple on his cheek becoming more prominent.

You nodded. “Okay, three more minutes. Going to do more decoding in my head.”

“I’m so touched you’re working so hard.” He leaned over and bent down to give you a swift peck on the cheek.

“I’m working hard since I don’t want to do the punishment.” you simply replied.

“Why so tsundere.” A quiet giggle escaped Jaehyun’s mouth.

“And also the fact that you’re beating me by a landslide.” You laughed. “How is it possible that you didn’t even get one question wrong yet?”

Jaehyun scratched his head. “Were my questions too hard? Or yours too easy?”

“No, it’s because your memory is too good. Give me some brain cells! Anyway, let me continue. I can do this.”

“You can do this.” he replied.

“WE CAN DO THIS!” the both of you chanted, as you made a fist and pumped your arm up.

Jaehyun’s favourite basketball team. Hmm… he watches a lot of games but he is especially fond of one team. One of the heavily populated cities. It was definitely L.A… I’m sure he cheers for the team from L.A.

Now what were they called again? I loosely remember that it also started with a 'L’. Oh! It had a similar spelling to some of my favourite lip products. Lacquers? Yes… I think it was something like that. It was slightly different though. Lacers. Yes. Lacers.

“You ready?” Jaehyun asked.

“A hundred per cent ready.” you replied with ease.

“Wow, you’re really incredible.” he smiled at you and clapped slowly.

You hit him lightly on the shoulder and cleared your throat.

“The team is from L.A.”

Jaehyun immediately stood up and started clapping. “You basically got the answer already.”

“Mm, I know.” you answered.

“Los Angeles…”

“Lacers” you finished, your expression full of confidence.

Jaehyun scrunched his face cutely and doubled over, almost toppling on the couch.

“You were so close, babe! Should I just give the point to you?”

“I’m not right?!” You asked, genuinely surprised. “I remembered the name because it’s similar to lip lacquers.”

He laughed and brusquely wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you even closer to him. “I’ll give you half a point for being such a cutie.” He said while gazing deeply into your eyes.

“But you still have to do half the punishment.” He continued, winking seductively.

“Jung Yoonoh, can you tell me what I got wrong first? Because I swear it was Lacers.”

“Well, you were only one letter off. It’s actually Lakers.” He nuzzled his face in your hair to stifle his urge to laugh.

“What, are you serious? I get three-quarters of a point then, not half. Meanie.”

“Anyways, what’s the quarter of a punishment I get?” You continued. A slight nervousness could be sensed in your voice.

You could see a shade of pink washing over Jaehyun’s ears as he read the punishment aloud in a voice an octave lower than usual. 

“Re-enact your first kiss.”

“Ah… so embarrassing.” You whispered, fidgeting with the ends of your sleeves.

“You wanna pass on this one?” he asked casually.

You were never exactly the shy or introverted type, but when it came to public display of affection, you were astonishingly timid.

However, for some reason, you were feeling slightly audacious today. Whether it was because you wanted to show everyone how much you liked him, or just because you felt like kissing him and experiencing that rush of nostalgia as you imagined the first time you felt his lips on yours, you weren’t sure. You just knew that you wanted to do this.

“Retract the point from before. I’ll do the full punishment.” You answered with certainty.

Jaehyun was slightly astounded, but he clearly liked your determination because you could he see him biting his bottom lip to hide his smile while he nodded in agreement.

“It’s actually easy to re-enact this one since our first kiss was at the movies. So let’s pretend the camera is the movie screen and imagine that we’re sitting on regular seats at the theatre.” You started.

You scooted about four inches away from Jaehyun in order to recreate the exact distance between the two of you during the date at the cinema. Then, you motioned to the space in between.

“Imagine that this pillow is the popcorn and this water bottle is a cup of cola. Unfortunately we don’t have the actual props,” you giggled.

You locked eyes with Jaehyun, who gave you the cue to start. A re-enactment of your first kiss together in front of a virtual audience was really odd, but it made your heart flutter nonetheless.

You glanced at Jaehyun from the corner of your eye as you cautiously curled a strand of hair behind your ear. He was looking straight at the camera, pretending to watch the so-called ‘movie’.

You could feel your heart skip a beat as you made your next move. It was almost as if you had shut out all your surroundings; you didn’t see the filming equipment and the bright lights in your room seemed to have dimmed. All you saw was Jaehyun sitting in a dark movie theatre, the only source of light being the dim glow of the screen outlining his sharp features. The memory was still so vivid in your mind, as if you were being transported back to that time again.

You drummed your fingers along the edge of your seat waiting for Jaehyun to reach for the popcorn. When you saw his hand on the pillow, you casually reached for it without being too blatant, but he had already finished grabbing a handful of imaginary popcorn.

You had turned away thinking that Jaehyun was just too immersed in the movie, but he was secretly laughing. Now that you were re-enacting the memory, it was difficult for you to refrain from peeking at him. Although you didn’t see it back then, he was intentionally concealing his smile by burying his face deeper in his turtleneck.

Jung Yoonoh, you little tease.

Next, you tried to reach for the bottle of water at the same time he did, but he was already taking a sip out of it, eyes trained on the screen.

You sighed. You still remembered how you were feeling a little dejected about how the movie was clearly more interesting to him than you. In all those dramas you had watched, the boy would usually try to initiate skinship with the girl at the theatre. You decided to try one last time anyways. After all, there wasn’t a rule in the book that said girls couldn’t initiate skinship first.  

When Jaehyun finally changed his position, leaning a tad bit closer to your side, you attempted to lie on his shoulder, all the while trying to be subtle.

You closed your eyes and smiled, expecting his warm wool turtleneck to make contact with your skin, when you realized that he had already switched back to his initial upright posture. On top of that, you probably looked like a dumbass right now, head cocked to the side, leaning on invisible air.

You imitated the exact expression you made that day, eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly downturned. At that exact moment, he leaned over and quickly gave you a short but soft kiss on the lips before returning to his upright posture, reverting his attention back to the imaginary movie screen. You were in total shock, but managed to take a quick peek at him. His arm was casually resting on the headrest, his hand slightly covering his mouth to keep from smiling too widely.

Your rounded eyes were still enlarged as the reality of what just happened hit you. So he was paying attention to me all this time? His attention was still on the screen, but he secretly took your hand with his free hand and interlocked his fingers with yours.

Jaehyun swung your entwined hands back and forth as you turned to smile at him. The two of you burst out laughing as he let go of your hand and you both applauded each other, “Okay, this is so embarrassing. But I did my punishment. I hope it wasn’t too much of a cringe-fest to watch.”

“I could see that you were really into it though.” Jaehyun commented cheekily.

You blushed.

“I was just trying to give an accurate portrayal to my subscribers!”

“But hey, I can’t believe I didn’t notice that you were laughing at me the whole time back then. I thought I was being natural with my moves.” You continued, while playing with a strand of his sleek brown hair.

He chuckled softly. “You don’t know how difficult it was for me to hold back my laughter. Too cute.”

You poked one of his dimples lightly and leaned over to give him a peck on the other one. Too adorable to resist skinship.

“Alright, time for the next question! Hang in there guys, we’re almost done. Okay Jae, the next one might be a bit hard. Are you ready for this?”

Jaehyun nodded. “How difficult can it be, am I right?”

You giggled while reading your question aloud. “If I could only wear one outfit everyday for the rest of my life, what would I wear?

“Have you been paying attention to my wardrobe?” you questioned.

“_______, you love clothes. It’s almost impossible.”

“Just guess, my Mr. Perfect soon to be Mr. Ninety-Nine Percent.”

“Well there’s always the black skinny jeans with the grey varsity sweater combination that you love wearing. But then there’s also the pleated skirt with blouse outfit that you love wearing to events… and then there’s the fitted plain white tee with Levi’s, that’s a classic, you can’t go wrong with that. This is so hard,” Jaehyun whined, his head leaning on your shoulder.

“Wow, Mr. Jung. I can’t believe this is the first time I’m taking a point off. Incredible.” You teased.

He placed his face in his hands and smiled shyly. “Ah, I wanted to get all the questions right. So what’s the correct answer?”

He peeked through his hands timidly.

“You’re too detailed. All I have written down is an all-black outfit. Black is the new black, Jaehyun. It’ll never go out of style, so… it’s perfect.” You bit your lip to keep from laughing too much as Jaehyun made faces at you.

“Punishment?” he asked, his voice slightly reluctant.

“Punishment for question nine is to do aegyo…” You paused for a bit before continuing. “That’s too easy for you, not fair.”

Jaehyun sighed. “Trust me, it’s not that easy.”

You pinched his cheeks as he pouted.

“You’re so good at it though. My cutie valentine boy.” He brightened up and smiled devilishly at your compliments.

“I’m not going to prepare chocolate on Valentine’s Day. I’m the chocolate myself, what would I buy chocolate for?” He started, his voice oozing with honey.

“The man born on February 14! It’s me, the choco-man!” He continued, placing one finger on his cheek, smiling widely.

You placed your hand on your mouth to refrain from laughing too loud, as Jaehyun’s eyes were noticeable crescents now. He was squinting his eyes because of the abundance of 'sweet’ lines.

You poked his cheek and placed that finger directly on your mouth.

“If you say so… hmm it’s salty?” You joked.

Jaehyun furrowed his brows and dabbed his finger on his tongue to check himself. “Oh! It’s sweet!”

He bent over, clutching his stomach from laughter, gesturing a 'X’ with his arms to signal that he was done. “Seriously, are you posting this online?” He pretended to cry.

“That was so cute!! How did you come up with that?” You squealed.

“It’s in my genes.” He replied flatly, before wrapping an arm around your neck and tickling you.

You squeaked as he tackled you and aimed for your most vulnerable parts, tickling your waist and under-arm area.

“JAE!!! STOP IT’S SO… TICKLISH… OKAY… I’ll stop laughing at you. Okay, stop. Let’s continue.” He steadied you and fixed your messy hair, then stole a quick kiss before nodding at the camera.

“Okay, so next… when did you meet the family?” Jaehyun asked.

“The date that I met your family right? Not when you met my parents? Or both?”

“Just when you met my family,” he replied, a coy smile on his face, remembering the moment.

“December 25, 2015. I went over to your house for a Christmas party and met your parents and I messed up the food, it was really embarrassing.” You recalled.

“Mom thought you were adorable but she said that you should learn some cooking skills from me,” Jaehyun chuckled.

“Hey! I’m better now okay? I even cooked for your parents and they loved it.” You bragged.

“True. Chef Jaehyun really helped you polish your skills right?”

“Yes, I acknowledge that!” You laughed.

“Wow. We’re already at our last question.” Jaehyun pointed out.

“Hope we didn’t bore you guys to death! So my last question is… Jaehyun, when do I find you the most attractive?” You tried to hide your smile and lowered your gaze a bit. Why did I think this was a good question again?

When you glanced up, you could see that Jaehyun’s smile had reached his eyes. So adorable.

“I think I’m going to get this question wrong too. ________, you should tell me these things, you know… when you find me the most…” He paused for a bit.

“Attractive.”

“Oh just guess!” You answered, evidently flushed by his teasing.

“Hmm… is it when I’m driving with one hand on your seat? I remember how you blushed when I first drove you around right after I got my driver’s license. That kind of seems too typical though… no, not that. When I’m ordering for us before the movies or restaurants. When I’m done ordering you always give me that look.”

“What look?” You asked, mouth slightly agape.

“You know, that… 'I’m so lucky to have you’ gaze.” He did his own rendition of that gaze of yours, causing you to hit him playfully as he caught your hands and wrestled around with you.

“No it’s not that! Jae, you’re getting worse at this.”

“Oh really? What is it then?” He clearly didn’t mind that he got the question wrong, he was just really intent on hearing the answer of when you found him the most attractive. He was giving you that gaze again. His sharp eyes exhibiting his confidence and curiosity.

“It’s when I look at your backside when you’re in the kitchen cooking for me.” You answered shyly.

“I feel all fuzzy and warm inside when I observe your backside in the kitchen. It makes me feel at home for some reason.” You continued, your voice softer than usual.

Jaehyun adjusted his position so that his back was now facing you.

“You know, you can hug this when I’m cooking. Since it’s so attractive.” He turned his neck to look at you, his gaze sharpening such that he was emitting a seductive aura.

A deep shade of red spread across your cheeks, but you still tried to hide how flustered you were.

“I will,” you replied, placing your hands around his waist and leaning on his broad back. It was so comfortable.

Listen: [3]

After Jaehyun did his punishment, which was to eat a piece of sushi with a large wad of wasabi between the raw fish and the rice, which he easily aced, filming had almost come to an end.

It was time for the last question.

Jaehyun cleared his throat before reading his final question aloud.

“What is my fondest memory of you? It’s a hard one 'cause I never told you before.” He commented, shyly averting his gaze from yours, a slight smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Hmm… I seriously have no idea.” You pondered aloud.

“I’m just going to give this a shot even though I’ll probably get it wrong…”

“'Cause I’m really too curious about what your fondest memory of me is.” you continued, looking directly into his eyes, an abashed look on your face.

He held your gaze for a while until the two of you noticed that you were still filming, and he looked away, clearly shy.

“So, any guesses?” He smiled softly.

“The first time we saw each other, at the coffee shop? I mean, I think I left a pretty big impression on you.” You teased, giggling at the same time.

He paused, holding your gaze, the corners of his lips turned up in a knowing smile.

For a moment, you thought you had the right answer.

“Close, but not quite.”

You looked at him in confusion, slightly puzzled.

“________,” he started.

You nodded.

“Yes, Jaehyun?”

“So… I actually never told you this. But the coffee shop, it wasn’t the first time I saw you.”

Your eyes widened, slightly taken aback yet full of curiosity.

“My fondest memory of you starts like this. I was on bus route 148, just any regular day, coming home from school. That was the first time I saw you. I didn’t think much of it, if I had to admit though, you did catch my attention a little bit. But the bus approached the next stop, and a pregnant woman had boarded the bus. As I was about to stand up, I noticed that you had already stood up to offer your seat to her. I don’t even know if you remember this, honestly, but there was this man that came in and sat down just as she was about to sit down. You really started to catch my attention when you started to explain how the seat was for the pregnant lady, but you still managed to handle the situation well, even though he was being an asshole. I haven’t seen people like that in a long time. I was about to get up and at least try to strike up some conversation with you, but the next stop was your stop, and you had already left. So two weeks later, when I saw you at the coffee shop, I was just thinking… I didn’t want to let the chance to talk to you slip away again.”

“So that’s why…” you started.

He nodded before you could continue.

“The spill was a good excuse for me to talk to you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You had always thought that the coffee shop meeting was your first. And although it was, you would’ve never thought you ever crossed paths with Jaehyun before that.

You blushed at the thought of a teenage Jaehyun, noticing your actions.

“So, why didn’t you ever tell me this?” You placed your left palm under your chin, gazing at him earnestly. 

“Well, it’s embarrassing, I didn’t want to make it seem like I’m a total romanticist.” He bit his lip and sighed softly.

You wanted to seem cool with it, but it was difficult to hide how touched you were.

Jaehyun felt your warm touch, as you placed your hand on the left side of his cheeks, visibly pink.

For a moment, you tuned out your surroundings again. You even momentarily forgot you were filming. This would probably be too much for your subscribers, but this would be footage you’d keep forever.

“I’m glad you took that chance.”

You held onto the ends of his sleeves, as you leaned closer for a passionate kiss. You could feel Jaehyun responding as he embraced you lightly, yet kissed you deeply, paying no mind to the camera.

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