he's stuck in the middle of these two idiots

Locked Out // Byun Baekhyun {part one}

Requested: Nope, I just really needed to write something Baek-related lol

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: College!AU, angst I guess?

Word Count: 7.2k (holy shit this is so long if you read it all I’ll marry you I promise)

Description: Hi, I’m Y/N, and I’m the Queen of Fucking Everything Up. Here I am, locked outside on a balcony with a dude I shared and awkward hook-up with once and I’d been avoiding ever since, while his ex-girlfriend cries her eyes out and I freeze my ass off in the September air. *Freeze frame* *record scratch* You’re probably wondering how I got myself into this situation, so here’s a timeline of how, in a few short months, I managed to royally fuck everything up.

A/N: Wow I actually have no idea what I was doing when I was writing this, but I kind of like it hahaha. Also, this part is written in first person which usually I hate writing in, but I thought it suited the style of the story more :) By the way I love Irene so much, she’s such a babe. Enjoy!

Part two: Here!

Originally posted by dearbyun

2nd February, 10:22am
Ah, February 2nd. I remember it as if it was only yesterday. It was rather warm for Winter, so my friends and I had bought lunch and decided to eat it down by the river. It was rare for all five of us to have a day free of college classes, so we wanted to make the most of it.

“I’m just going over here,” I mumbled, more to myself than anyone, grabbing my phone and heading towards the river’s edge. I’d spotted a single pink flower floating with the current peacefully, and being a photography major, I couldn’t miss the chance to capture this moment digitally.

“Don’t fall in!” A voice cried from behind me; I felt their large hands push against my back but they grabbed my elbows just before I toppled into the cold water below.

“Sehun!” I bellowed, trying to look as angry as possible when I turned around to face my immature friend. However, I couldn’t stop myself from grinning when I saw the bewildered look cross his face: it soon disappeared when he realised I wasn’t actually mad at him. “That was a close one, Y/N. You’ve got to be more careful,” Sehun joked.

“You’re an idiot,” I quipped back. “I don’t know how I put up with you.”

“You do it out of love,” Sehun replied. You see, Sehun and I had been friends for as long as either of us could remember. Born just ten days apart (he was older and always gave me shit for it), we’d become instant best friends. We stuck with each other throughout middle school and high school, and now we were roommates in college (don’t ask me why I agreed to room with Sehun, he never washes the dishes. Ever.)

“You two, stop flirting and come join us for a selfie,” Baekhyun called out.

“We’re not flirting,” Sehun and I groaned in unision, earning chuckles from Baekhyun and the two other boys, Chanyeol and Suho. “Yeah, my mum wants a picture of my friends to prove I don’t hang out with pot-heads and alcoholics,” Chanyeol added, getting his phone into optimum selfie-position.

“I’m pretty sure Y/N is a drug dealer in between her studies,” Suho laughed as Sehun and I joined them, gaining a playful glare from me.

It’s funny to think that I originally wanted nothing to do with Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Suho. Sehun had befriended the three in one of his music lectures, and when I first met them I believed they were nothing more than rowdy, immature womanisers. With a lot of convincing from Sehun (boy would not shut up about it), I managed to give the boys a chance and am now proud (albeit embarrassed at times) to call them my close friends. In fact, I’m pretty sure Baekhyun and I have a thing now. Don’t quote me, but he’s developed a habit of being really touchy-feely with me recently, but we’re not dating. I didn’t have many girl friends at all - I didn’t need them. It’s hard enough to focus on college, my part-time job, and socialising as it is, I don’t need the added factor of girl drama.

As we all gathered around Chanyeol, I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket, followed shortly by a loud ‘ding’. After we managed to take a couple of nice pictures together without much incident (ignoring the fact Baekhyun screamed “SUHO YOU’RE STANDING ON MY FOOT!” and Sehun hit my stomach because I was “covering his beautiful face” with my “man shoulders”), I pulled out my own phone and read the text.

“Sehun, looks like we have interest in our spare room!” I exclaimed, showing the text to the blond.

’Hi, Y/N, my name is Irene Bae and I saw you were looking for a roommate for your apartment? I’m interested! I’m at the café near the university right now and I’d be happy to chat with you’,” Sehun read out loud before adding, “she’s there now?”

“I guess,” I replied, quickly texting Irene back.

“Are you guys leaving now?” Suho questioned, the obvious disappointment on his face matching that of Chanyeol and Baekhyun’s too.

“I guess so. Come on, Y/N, if we hurry we can catch the train and get there a bit earlier,” Sehun said, grabbing my hand and tugging me away from our friends.

“We’ll catch up with you later, I promise!” I shouted back to the three. And as I turned back around, I swear I caught Baekhyun wink at me.

2nd February, 10:37am

I quickly brushed a hand through my windswept hair as Sehun and I entered the quiet, cosy café. I scanned the shop, smiling when I made eye contact with a couple of people from my lectures. “Where do you think she is?” Sehun muttered, urging me forward towards the register attendant.

“Not sure. I might go have a look around and see if I can find her,” I replied, breaking away from Sehun to sweep the café with my eyes. Sehun nodded and waited to order our usual drinks while I shimmied past crowded tables towards the back of the building where I knew it was less populated. And there, sitting at an empty booth facing away from me, sipping a cup of coffee, was a girl. I knew it was her instantly - I would have definitely noticed a girl with bright bubblegum pink hair like hers before. She had headphones in and was nodding her head ever so slightly, completely absorbed in her own world.

I gulped loudly and built up the courage to go up and talk to her. She noticed me and pulled out her headphones quickly, flashing me a dazzling smile.

“You must be Y/N? I’m Irene. Take a seat.” The girl gestured to the seat opposite her and I sidled in, trying to act as at ease as Irene was. She gave me another wicked smile and asked whether I wanted to order anything; I explained Sehun was already doing that.

I suddenly felt very underdressed in my heavy sweater compared to Irene, you know, as if she was Cinderella and I was one of the ugly step sisters. Every time Irene moved, the glint from the fluorescent lights reflected off her dark blue contacts. It was really distracting.

“You’re very pretty, Y/N,” Irene commented. As she spoke, I realised I’d barely said a word to her, choosing to stare instead - but it seemed Irene had been doing the same thing.

“Thanks. I like your hair. It’s very…interesting,” I replied, causing Irene to laugh. And as I sat there listening to the melodic, high pitched sound, I felt all my worries disappear. Irene explained how she’d actually been dared to dye her hair, and I realised Irene seemed lovely and I would have no problems having her as a roommate.

“Oh hey, you must be Irene,” Sehun said, squeezing in beside me and passing my hot chocolate over. “It’s really nice to meet you.”

“You too!” Irene replied. “Seoul really is a beautiful city.”

“You’re not from around here?” I questioned, sipping at the scalding drink in front of me.

“No, I’m from Daegu actually,” said Irene. As Sehun and I listened to her tell hilarious stories from her childhood, I barely noticed time passing. In fact, it was as if time had stopped completely - we’d been let into Irene’s own little world and nothing but us three mattered. She really was a captivating person. Sehun and I asked Irene all the basic questioned you’d ask any potential housemate, and we told her we’d contact her  soon - though it was clear we’d both made our minds up already.

“She’s so lovely!” I gushed the minute we left the café. “She’s the best candidate we’ve seen, Se.”

“I agree,” Sehun said before playfully pushing my shoulder. “If she moves in, maybe you’ll finally have a friend of your own - a girl nonetheless!”

9th March:

“I’m pretty sure this is the last one,” I exclaimed, placing one of Irene’s heavier boxes on the floor in her new room. Irene poked her head over the side of her bed and flashed her signature smile at me. “You’re the best, Y/N. Seriously, your help is much appreciated,” she replied.

“No problem.” I stood there for a moment,  watching my new roommate pull out handfuls of books from one of her boxes and slam them down on her desk. I turned to the door and said over my shoulder, “I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Wait, Y/N. Come and keep me company. Unpacking boxes can get super boring by myself,” Irene whined, looking up at me with large, innocent eyes. “And once I’m done here, maybe we could paint each others nails?” After seeing the sceptical look on my face she added, “you know, girly things.”

“Girly things…” I repeated slowly.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to! I just thought it would be nice to get to spend some time together, just us two, since you Sehun have been so nice in showing me around Seoul. But we don’t have to if you don’t want too.”

I was starting to realise already that Irene had a way to get people to do what she wanted them to do, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. However, I did think it would be nice to get to know Irene more.

“No, it sounds nice! It’s just, I’ve never really had friends who were girls before. I don’t even have any sisters,” I admitted, joining my roommate on the floor.

“That’s a shame, Y/N,” Irene replied, grabbing a bottle of baby pink nail polish. “Because girls are really fun. If you ever have boy troubles or friend drama or just want to talk, I’m here.” The smile Irene gave me was so genuine, and I knew I’d just made a very crucial friend.

I could feel Irene’s endless smile directed at me as I careful painted her fingernails. I was talking about nothing really - my family, my university major, life in Seoul. And Irene listened to every word I said. It was weird. I’d barely known Irene a month but it felt as if we had been friends since time began. There was no awkwardness between us, oddly enough, and I suddenly realised what I’d been missing by only having guy friends.

“Irene, looks like you forgot one box,” Sehun stated, poking his head into Irene’s room and grinned when he saw us lounging on the floor.

“Excuse you, I was just in the middle of educating Irene which boys to stay away from and which would be more than happy to ‘help her study’, if you know what I mean,” I winked back, eliciting a groan from Sehun.

“You’re impossible, Y/N. I’ll go get that box for you,” he called, backing away from the room. Once he was out of earshot, Irene turned to me and said, “you two are a cute couple.”

At first I thought I’d misheard her, so I asked Irene to repeat what she said. She did, and when I was sure she thought Sehun and I were dating, I couldn’t help the laughter bubbling out. As I rolled around on the carpet, clutching my stomach, Irene simply gave me a confused smile. “Did I say something?” You’re not having a seizure, are you?”

Her comment only made me laugh harder, and it took me a good minute to regain my composure. “We’re not…Sehun and I aren’t dating,” I managed to say through giggles.

“You’re not? Ah, that’s so embarrassing!” Irene cried, burying her face into the soft pillow beside her to stifle her own laughter.

“Wheeew, I can’t breathe,” I gasped just as Sehun returned with Irene’s box. Seeing his face, and the utter idea of Sehun and I dating set me off into another fit.

“Y/N’s broken, she won’t stop laughing!” Irene shrieked, hitting me repeatedly with the pillow and soon collapsing beside me. My ribs ached, cheeks stung, and I was gasping like a fish, but it was an amazing feeling. I’d never laughed so hard in my life - I didn’t want this moment to end.

18th April:

Irene ran a hand over her velvet skirt, smoothing it down for the hundredth time in the past minute. “Seriously, Ren, you’re going to ruin the material on your skirt if you keep rubbing it,” I stated, grabbing Irene’s hand and pulling it away from her clothes.

“I know, I know,” she sighed, giving me a half-hearted smile. “I’m just nervous.” I turned from my place on the bench to face her. We were waiting at the local bowling alley and Irene had been worried about this moment for the whole day. Sehun had suggested that we introduce Irene to Suho, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun, considering they basically lived at our apartment anyway.

“Nervous? Why?” I chuckled.

“You just talk about your friends all the time; they seem so cool.”

“Trust me,” I snorted loudly. “They are definitely not cool.”

And as if they’d heard me insult them, the three boys, along with Sehun, sauntered into the bowling alley. “Who’s the one on the left, Y/N?” Irene whispered furiously to me, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.

“Uh, that’s Baekhyun. Why?” I replied, waving at my friends.

“Because he’s beautiful,” Irene gushed, clasping a hand over her mouth. The boys approached us and introduced themselves to Irene, and I suddenly felt rather queasy at the idea of her possibly having a crush on my friend, but I managed to ignore it.

“Okay, let’s get this game started then!” Chanyeol exclaimed, eliciting cheers from the rest of us. Suho went first, and to our utmost surprise he got a strike on his very first go. Baekhyun joked about leaving now since Suho had clearly won already, and then it was Sehun’ s turn. He released the bowling ball with such force, but still managed to get a gutterball. Twice.

We all booed at him as he sat down, an embarrassed smile covering his face. I knocked down a cool seven pins (I’d never been that great at ten-pin bowling anyway). Baekhyun got the same as me, and Chanyeol managed to knock down nine. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves - until Irene stood up to take her turn.

The first ball she bowled zoomed straight into the gutter so she turned around to face the boys. “I’m not very good at this, would someone be kind enough to help me?” She toyed her bottom lip with her teeth and batted her eyelids, shutting the boys up instantly, their joking insults towards each other style of bowling fading into nothing.

I narrowed my eyes at Irene suspiciously, trying to work out exactly what she was up to. Irene and I had been to this exact bowling alley a few weeks ago, and I remember I was groaning 95% of the time because Irene kept getting strikes. If she was so good at this, why was she pretending she wasn’t?

The boys shared a look quickly, silently deciding who would be the lucky one (A/N: wow that unintentional pun) to help Irene before Baekhyun stood up, wiping his palms on his jeans. I wasn’t all that surprised Baekhyun had been appointed the task by the boys’ silent jury - he’d sworn off dating after a bad breakup awhile ago, and I guess his friends just wanted him to get back out there again.

Irene giggled as Baekhyun stood behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and swung her arm backwards to bowl. Team Baekrene got a strike. Of course they did. Baekhyun gave me a small smile as he walked back to his seat, while Irene leaned into me as she sat back down, whispering something about how strong Baekhyun apparently was.

And it continued like this - Baekhyun would pull Irene close to him, helping her bowl even though she did not need his help at all, and Baekhyun would glance in my direction after he had, confusing and frustrating me at the same time.

“They make such a good couple,” Sehun commented to me, watching our friends basically feeling each other up adoringly.

“Yeah, they sure do,” I grumbled sarcastically. Sehun gave me a look of surprise before chuckling. “No way. No damn way. Y/N is jealous? Of Irene?”

“I’m not jealous!” I hissed back, but it was clear to both Sehun and I that I was blatantly lying. The truth was, I could feel my insides bubbling with envy every time Baekhyun flashed his bright smile at Irene, and I felt myself gagging when she giggled like an immature schoolgirl in response. Maybe I felt this way because Baekhyun was undoubtedly an incredibly beautiful human, no one could argue against that. Maybe it was because Irene had literally been in Seoul for two months and was getting more male attention than I had in my whole 22 years of living in Seoul. Or maybe it was because I’ d never had a proper boyfriend before despite my best efforts, and Baekhyun was the only boy who’d ever really showed me any attention (he had a way of making me feel so special even though we weren’t dating). Maybe it was because Baekhyun’s flirting was the closest thing I’d had to a boyfriend, and yet all Irene had to do was bat her eyelids and Baekhyun was drooling all over her. Who knows.

I tried my best to focus on the game at hand, but trust me, it was very hard with Baekhyun and Irene so obviously flirting right beside me. That was Baekhyun and I’s thing (although we were never that conspicuous about it). Despite this, everyone else seemed to be having a good time - Suho was crowned Ten Pin Bowling King, while Irene and Baekhyun not-so-discernibly swapped numbers. Everyone left with smiles on their faces - which is all I cared about. No matter the reason behind those smiles.

13th May, 3:17PM:

“Y/N, have you been on Irene’s Facebook recently?” Sehun called as I entered our apartment; he was curled up under a blanket on the couch and was stuffing his face with buttery popcorn.

“You’re an animal,” I laughed, dropping my bag and jumping next to him on the couch. The Hangover was playing quietly on the television, although Sehun wasn’t paying it any attention. “Why, should I have been checking her Facebook?”

Sehun shifted and thrust his phone in my face, watching me expectantly. I had to steady his swaying hand to see that he had Irene’s Facebook open to one of her more recent statuses, posted yesterday evening.

‘He asked me out, I said yes! #feelingblessed #luckiestgirlalive #cutestcoupleever,’ the status read. Attached below it was a photo of the new couple;  Baekhyun’s lips were on Irene’s cheek, her eyes were scrunched up, and she had an adorable smile on her face. It was true, they were the cutest couple ever.

I felt a feeling stir inside me, an emotion that I couldn’t even begin to describe at the time but that, in hindsight, should have been a big warning sign for me to keep my distance. But I couldn’t see that at the time - all I could see was my two best friends being all lovey-dovey cute together. It was gross.

“Holy, look how many likes it’s got!” Sehun exclaimed, his eyes bulging out at the nearly 700 figure. “I’m not surprised,” I replied lowly. “Irene’s become so popular recently.” Sehun simply chuckled. “It’s not all bad: we’ve also become a lot popular too.”

It was true. Irene may have gained lots of friends, but I doubted she would ever want to replace Sehun and I as her best friends. She would often invite us out to all these different events with her new friends (most of whom were girls, which was awesome for me because I gained a lot more female friends). As well as meeting tons of new people (including two charismatic boys named Bambam and Taeyong who often studied with me at the library), my popularity had risen to extraordinary levels. I suddenly found myself being invited to all sorts of parties I’d never been able to even dream of attending before, and I had my own group of friends now that didn’t consist totally of Sehun’s friends. He was right; Irene’s sudden popularity wasn’t all bad.

Sehun and I had just settled down enough to focus on the movie playing when the front door clicked open and laughter poured into our apartment.

“-reaction was absolutely hilarious!” An unfamiliar voice roared, so I peered over Sehun’s shoulder and saw the voice belonged to one of Irene’s many friends. She was very pretty, and I recognised her from around university. I could tell her and Irene were close. I think her name was Willow? Or maybe it was Wanda? I forget some times.

“I know right! It was to die for. Thanks for the ride home, Wendy!” Irene said, hugging her friend before shutting the front door.

Ah, Wendy.

“Hey guys!” Irene greeted, although she barely looked our way before sauntering down the hallway to her room. I glanced at Sehun who shrugged, turning his attention back to the TV.

13th May, 4:56PM:

“Anyone home?” I questioned, banging my knuckles on Irene’s door loudly, causing the ajar door to swing open with a creak. Our movie had finished and we had expected Irene would have come out to tell us about her exciting news by now - but she hadn’t. So Sehun and I decided to investigate ourselves.

“Come in~” Irene sang out in response. She was spread out on her bed but repositioned herself so she was now sitting crosslegged. She was tapping away furiously at her phone, undoubtedly texting one of her close friends, and she was unable to stop a wide smile from covering her face.

“So…when were you going to tell us you and Baekhyun were dating?” Sehun asked excitedly, waving his phone in her face much like he had done with me. Her smile suddenly faded upon hearing Sehun’s question, which caught me off guard.

“Were you even going to tell us at all?” I gestured to the date the status had been posted; over 24 hours ago.

“Well, I mean yeah, eventually, but…” Irene started, but soon trailed off. She stared at us both before giving me a sympathetic smile. “But not straight away.”

“Not straight away?” Sehun repeated, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“Well, I probably would have told you, Sehun. But I might not have told Y/N straight away,” Irene stated bluntly. I stared at her in shock, and I’m pretty sure my jaw hit the floor. What did she mean by that? Weren’t we supposed to be best friends?

Irene must have noticed the upset look on my face because she quickly added, “only because I know how close you are to Baekhyun, and I didn’t want you to feel like I was stealing him away from you or anything.” Irene glanced down at her bedsheet sheepishly, and I could tell she was being honest but it still didn’t lessen the pain and embarrassment I felt.

And my deep blush must have gave me away because Sehun patted my hand and rushed on, “well, I know both Y/N and I are extremely happy for you two.” Irene smiled brightly and uttered her thanks, so Sehun continued. “By the way, don’t forget we’re going to the baseball game on Saturday night!”

I wasn’t a major sports fanatic, but Sehun had managed to score a few free tickets and thought it would be fun for the three of us to go together. “Oh, um, I can’t sorry,” Irene mumbled. Suddenly, her phone was very interesting to her again.

“You…can’t?” Sehun shot me a brief look that seemed to say ‘is this girl serious’, before turning his attention to our uncomfortable roommate. “Yeah, sorry. I think Nayeon is having a party that night. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.” Irene was doing an awful lot of apologising and had suddenly become the queen of avoiding eye contact.

“Oh, that’s okay then,” Sehun claimed, but I could tell he was hurt, if only slightly. Anyone could - his voice was barely above a whisper. “I think I have something to do now,” he added, retreating from the room and heading back to the lounge.

“Look, Y/N, I’m really sorry that I can’t come to the game with you guys anymore, but you need to understand we spend so much time together anyway!” Irene said, looking up and finally meeting my harsh gaze. She was apologising, but there was no hint of remorse in her eyes. She knew how much this game meant to Sehun, and she didn’t even care.

“Yeah, I know,” I replied sarcastically. “That’s what best friends do, generally.”

15th June:

I have no idea why I agreed to this. Absolutely no clue. You see, Irene invited me out for brunch with her at this cute little restaurant in the middle of Seoul; but conveniently forgot to tell me that it was actually a double date and she’d organised one of her friends to be my date.

So here I was, on a double date with Irene, Baekhyun, and some guy named Lee Jooheon. Jooheon seemed nice enough (and he was pretty attractive too), but I was so furious Irene had tricked me into going on this stupid double date that I couldn’t focus on anything he was saying.

“So yeah, as I was saying, Y/N hasn’t really had a boyfriend before, so you’d be her first!” Irene gushed, causing a hot blush to form on my face. I’d only been here for ten minutes and already I wished I could melt into the seat and never show my face anywhere ever again. However, I couldn’t do that.

“I don’t think he really needs to know that, Irene,” I hissed.

“Nonsense!” Irene laughed loudly, the sort of obnoxious sound a group of middle aged women would make when one of them tells a really terrible joke. I grumbled under my breath and noticed Baekhyun was watching me. He had a small smirk on his face and winked when I looked up. We sat across from each other in our little booth and this was definitely not the first time I’d caught him staring at me.

In fact, he managed to maintain eye contact even when Irene pressed herself up against him and placed a lazy kiss on his cheek. Every time Irene said something embarrassing about me, Baekhyun would nudge my foot with his own under the table and give me a small smile. At least someone else realised that what Irene was doing was humiliating.

“If you’ll excuse me, I just have to use the bathroom quickly,” Jooheon said, giving me a small smirk before escaping to the toilets. “Ah, I’ll go pay for the bill,” Baekhyun added, following Jooheon’s actions by giving us a small grin before departing. Irene gave him a big smile in response, but it quickly disappeared once he was out of earshot.

Leaning closer to me across the table, Irene growled, “do you think I’m stupid, Y/N?” She was so close to me that I could feel her breath hot on my cheek, and I pulled back quickly. “W-what? Why do you say that?”

“Do you think I don’t see the way you look at Baekhyun? The way you’ve been oogling at him this whole time? I’ve tried to set you up with a lovely guy, but you can’t keep your eyes off my boyfriend. I knew you were a threat, Y/N. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll back off.”

I could feel hot tears pricking at my eyes and I blinked rapidly, started at how cruel my supposed “best friend” was being. I desperately wanted to defend myself, but the lump in my throat made that near impossible. I could only hold Irene’s glare as her glossy lips curled up into a smirk.

“Glad we’re on the same page,” she whispered, just as both boys returned.

“Sweet, everything is paid for,” Baekhyun smiled. He glanced between Irene and I and rushed to add, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah, Baekhyunnie. Nothing’s wrong.”

26th July:

Ah yes. Possibly the absolute worst day of my life. Well, more like the day my perfect life crumbled and shit hit the fan.

Jooheon and I had swapped numbers after our nightmare of a double date, and we’d stayed in contact even though I explained I wasn’t interested in dating him (he was so sweet about it too, bless!). The other day, Jooheon had invited Irene and I to a party his friend Wonho was hosting. But since Irene hadn’t really talked to me since she accused me of trying to steal her boyfriend, I didn’t tell her about our invitation (I figured she would find out about the party eventually away), and took Sehun with me instead.

Everything seemed to be going fine; Irene turned up with Baekhyun as I had predicted would happen. It was only as the night progressed that I started to experience a harrowing, constant feeling in my chest. It was hard to describe what it was or pinpoint why I was suddenly feeling this way, but I instantly knew something hugely terrible was going to happen. Ironically, I think I felt this way because of how untroubled everyone else was.

Alcohol was definitely, 100% flowing at this party. Every room I entered held a least one large group of drunk friends, laughing and yelling louder than I would have considered acceptable in my own apartment. I guess this Wonho guy was a lot more lenient than I was. Or he just didn’t give a shit.

Now, I’d never been much of a drinker (the agonizing hangovers then next morning were more than enough to stop me drinking too much, usually) but tonight was different. Maybe I drunk to try to sooth the pain in my chest, or to lessen the effect the howling screams of drunkards had on my newly formed headache.

“I’m just going to go…somewhere,” I slurred, hitting Sehun hard on his back.

“Make good choices!” Sehun grinned as he turned to face me.

Oh, the irony!

I gulped back another cup of alcohol (I’m not too sure what it actually was, it tasted like vodka mixed with something else but I couldn’t be too sure what. By this time I didn’t really care what was in it anyway - I was far too wasted to be wary about such a small thing) and stumbled into the closest room: a second lounge.

Music was blasting from the stereo in the corner, and there was a group of rowdy younger boys surrounding a pool table. I started heading in their direction for god knows why, but someone intercepted me first.

“Y/N, just the girl I wanted to see!” Baekhyun cheered, giving me an adorable lopsided smile.

“You wanted to see me?” I replied, giving Baekhyun a sceptical look. “Where’s Irene?”

He suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the lounge and down the hall. The unexpected skin-to-skin contact sent a rogue shiver down my spine and I tried to pull my hand away instinctively - Baekhyun’s vice-like grip prevented us from breaking contact.

“She’s passed out on a couch in some place or another. Girl cannot handle her alcohol,” Baekhyun chucked, throwing open the door of a bedroom and scowling when he found it was occupied already.

“Out,” he instructed, grip still firm on my hand, and the couple sucking each other’s faces off scurried out of the room as fast as their drunken bodies could manage. I couldn’t stop a gasp from escaping my lips when Baekhyun closed the door and slammed my body against it.

“What the hell?” I managed to puff, but my words faded into nothing when I noticed how close Baekhyun’s face was to mine. He was probably only a foot taller, but he seemed to tower over me as I shrunk back into the door. I was totally wasted, but I could still make out the different tones of brown in his irises that I’d never noticed before.

“I need you, Y/N,” Baekhyun confessed, his voice low and raspy. His breath was hot on my cheek, and I could smell the reeking stench of alcohol on it. Baekhyun was drunk too, but nowhere near as tipsy as myself.

“But you have Irene,” I mumbled, and I was sure he wouldn’t even be able to hear me. To be honest, I was surprised at how I managed to resist jumping his bones right there and then.

“I have Irene, but I want you.”

I managed to take one last peek at Baekhyun’s eyes before his lips crashed onto mine: his usually soft, warm eyes had completely darkened and he looked like a hungry predator eying up its prey.

After a minute of desperate kisses, Bakehyun suggested we go somewhere more private, so that’s what we did. He suggested that, since he wasn’t really allowed to be seen making out with a girl other than his girlfriend, I pretend I was too sick to stay at the party and he would say he suddenly remembered an assignment he had due tomorrow. And that’s how we managed our great escape.

I learned two things that night; the first was that lust is a crazy, bubbling cauldron of desire and need, and once you get a taste of it, it courses through your veins and takes control of every inch of your body - from your legs to your fingertips to your tongue and even your mind. It’s wanting what you can’t have, what you shouldn’t have, what you know is absolutely and utterly wrong to take, but being completely unable to stop yourself from taking it regardless.

The second thing I learned that night was that Irene was right: I was a real threat to her relationship.

31st July:

Okay, I lied. When I said July 26th was the worst day in my whole existence, I was lying.

Today was the day everything went downhill. I guess you could say I was standing on the top of a really tall building, creeping closer and closer to the edge: July 26th was what caused me to fall off the very tall building, the 31st is what I experienced just before I hit the ground.

July 31st started out like any other day. It was the middle of summer, and I remember thinking it would be nice if my apartment had a pool. I’d been very good at keeping Baekhyun and I’s one night stand a secret, and I’d made Bakehyun promise he would never tell a soul, especially Irene, for obvious reasons.

In fact, I’d even seen the two together in the wake of our hookup: they looked as happy as could be and as much as it pained me to see them being all cute together, it was so much better than having Irene find out what had happened.

That day I had both my courses (a photography course and an English language course) which meant I had to walk almost literally from one side of campus to the other. Usually I didn’t have a problem with this (it’s a hassle, that’s all) but today seemed different.

I noticed that whenever I glanced in boys’ directions they would stare back with a glint of hunger in their eyes, and when I made eye contact with a group of girls they all glared daggers at me. Synchronised scowling. If I hadn’t been feeling so self conscious, I probably would have laughed.

It was only when I walked past the girls that I realised why they felt so compelled to stare: “See, that’s the girl who slept with Irene’s boyfriend,” one of the girls stated, pointing straight at me. I recognised her as one of Irene’s friends but I didn’t know her name. “She’s not even that pretty,” another girl added as I rushed past them.

At first I thought I was hallucinating. There was no way anyone knew about Baekhyun and I, right?

I was wrong. I managed to make it to my English class without anymore trouble, albeit the usual stares. I was just settling into my normal seat when two boys in front of me turned around. I recognised them as Vernon and Seungkwan - I was on good terms with the both of them as I often let them copy my answers.

“So, Y/N, is it true that you had sex with Baekhyun?” Seungkwan blurted out.

“You can’t just ask that, Seungkwan!” Vernon chuckled, but still looked at me expectantly.

“Oh, I am terribly sorry. Y/N, oh kind, wise, answer-sharing Y/N, is it true that you may have had sexual relations with the handsome Byun Baekhyun?” Seungkwan said in a posh voice. By now, a lot of the class was looking at us. My heart dropped.

“It’s not true,” I uttered, just loud enough for the two boys to hear.

“It’s what?” Vernon questioned, leaning closer.

“I-I need to go.” I packed my bag quickly and left the class as fast as I possibly could - there was no way I was staying in there to play a whole hour of Twenty Questions.

As I was heading home, I felt a mix of emotions. It was hard to pinpoint just one. I felt confused because I had no idea how everyone had found out, but at the same time I felt absolutely devastated because I knew exactly who had told them (it certainly wasn’t me, I hadn’t even told Sehun), and then I felt a wave of sadness that Baekhyun, someone who up until recently I considered a good friend, could share something so intimate.

When I got home, all I wanted to do was crawl up into my bed and sleep the remainder of the day away, but that’s not what happened. The door to our apartment was wide open and boxes sat outside it innocently - I could instantly tell that something was wrong.

“Y/N, I have absolutely no idea what’s going on,” Sehun stated when I walked into the living room. “I had literally just got home when all this started. She screamed at me for conspiring with and defending you?” He gestured to Irene’s room where the loud clatter of miscellaneous items landing on each other were coming from.

I stood near the doorway, the threat of having something thrown at me stopped me venturing further. Irene was angrily grabbing items off her desk, wall, and from her wardrobe, shoving them into cardboard boxes.

As if sensing my presence, Irene stopped her movements and snapped her head up, glaring right into my soul. She stood up and headed towards me with fire in her eyes, and I genuinely feared for my life. Stopping close to me, Irene stated, “You’re a bitch,” before slamming the door in my face.

“Y/N, what the hell was that about?” Sehun questioned when I remerged from the hallway. “ Are you okay?” The worried expression on Sehun’s features told me that he really did care about whether I was okay or not, but shame stopped me from confessing the sin I had committed. I really wanted to, but I just couldn’t.

“Yeah, Se. Nothing’s wrong.”

2nd August:

Remember when I said this past week was like I’d been pushed off a really tall building? Well, I finally hit the ground.

I spent most of the day at this cute little reserve near my apartment where I knew it was unlikely I would run into anyone I recognised. It seems that all I do now: run. Run away from my responsibilities. Run from my problems.

I was supposed to be meeting Suho and Chanyeol right now for lunch, but I couldn’t bear to face them. No doubt they would be bombarding my phone, which I’d left at home, but I was certain their texts would get lost among the numerous other notifications I had.

You see, a few days ago, people would tell me face to face what they thought about Baekhyun and I - which wasn’t the nicest feeling but I could handle it - but now they’d turned to social media to humiliate me, to call me degrading names where all my friends and family could see. So that’s why I was skipping lunch with Chanyeol and Suho, and ditching my classes for the day - I needed time away from it all, to think about how everything had gone oh so terribly wrong. I had no doubt my phone was buzzing away with hate - I seemed to be more popular now than I was before all this happened.

It was late afternoon when I finally decided to head back home. I was feeling just slightly more positive now that I’d thought about my situation and managed to come up with a mental game plan for my next moves.

That was, until I spotted a small van driving way from our apartment. Painted on the side in bright red letters were the words ‘Seoul Movers’. I bounded to the apartment, taking the stairs two at a time, and found a sombre looking Sehun starting at the blank television screen.

“Sehun?” I asked quietly, sliding up to the couch and staring at my friend.

“Irene’s gone. She moved out,” he monotonely replied. I knew this was going to happen; Irene packing boxes a few days ago and the moving truck were a dead give away, but I’d held on with false hope that Irene and I would be able to talk this situation out. Instead, Irene wouldn’t even make eye contact with me, let alone talk to me.

The last of the peaceful feeling I’d managed to hold onto from earlier today drained from my body completely and the reality of my situation fully hit me. Because of my stupid, stupid mistake, I’d managed to ruin a good relationship, my reputation, and I’d lost my best friend.

And as for Baekhyun, I didn’t even know where to start. I was so incredibly mad at him but it was still nowhere near as close to matching the anger I felt towards myself.

“Hey hey hey,” Sehun cooed, noticing the silent tears that were creeping down my cheeks. He stood up and wrapped me in his warm embrace. “It’s okay, silly.”

“No, it’s not. I’ve fucked everything up. I’m such a failure,” I wailed, burying my face into Sehun’s fluffy sweater. He didn’t say anything else, instead he hugged me tighter which I believe reassured me more than anything that he could have said would have.

We stood there for what felt like an eternity, and in that moment I realised I’d never felt more thankful for a single person that I did just then.

yay we can get married now ily all


Have you ever heard of the phrase opposites attract? That’s what you and Jughead were. Opposites. But somewhere in the midst of all the chaos Riverdale was immersed in, Jughead became that person you could talk too, lean on and eventually fall for.

Laying on your bed it was homework hour, already bored out of your mind you were merely flicking through the pages. The sound of pebbles hitting the window made you look up, instantly knowing the one person who would be down below.

“You know a text telling me you were outside would have worked just as well”. Looking down at Jughead who grinned back.

“I’m old fashioned, I guess. Can I come up?”. Motioning for him to climb, Jughead let himself into your room. “Was I interrupting your homework?”. He asked, pointing to the books spread across the bed.

“Actually you were saving me from complete boredom”. Shyly laughing.

He was staring, not your typical stare either. It was a longing one, it was the type that made you blush and wonder what was going to happen next. Jughead placed his hands on both sides of your cheek and moved in for the kiss.

You didn’t realize you were holding in a breath until you broke away from the kiss, stumbling on another realization. “That’s it, the answer is C. I’ve been stuck on this question and I think I’ve figured it out!”.

He smirked, finding your random outburst adorable.“Wow? That’s what you’re thinking about in the middle of our moment?”.

Cheeks turning redder than what they were earlier. “I’m sorry, my mind is just racing”.

None of you moved from the previous position, you and Jughead were still close, still touching. “I should apologize too. I didn’t mean to kiss you off guard like that”.

“I’m glad you did actually”, smiling as you wrapped two arms around his neck. “Should we have another moment?”.

“I’d be an absolute idiot if I said no to that”. Jughead’s lips felt smooth, perfectly in sync with your own. Deepening the kiss, the second moment was just as good as the first.


Hana Series Timeline

Hana ni Kuchizuke - The first book in the series. Hana and Ikkun meet again after a gap of 3 years. After a lot of angst, drama and tears these two finally have their HEA.

Hana to Ikkun - Book 2 in the Hana series. Post their HEA, this idiot couple has to face some real life hard facts. Their near constant state of poverty bothers Ikkun and he gets a tutoring job to give Hana a better life. His student is a cute middle schooler named Shouta. But soon shit hits the fan and Ikkun gets stuck in a very tight spot. Luckily for him, Hana comes to his rescue~

Hana no Sensei - Released in Feb this year. We meet Hana’s teacher (sensei) in this chapter. I guess he was the one who taught Hana all the nitty gritty details of crossdressing. He’s a very fashionable, striking, outgoing crossdresser himself. Hana absolutely adores him. Ikkun gets jealous and insecure in this chapter.

Hana to Imo (Hana and Potato) another installment in the Hana series. This will be published in the 20th anniversary issue of Dear+ magazine.

I think there may well be a volume 3 also~~!

Logged In - Part 5

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

Summary: Dean x Reader: Sam tells Dean and the reader about a new online community for hunters and they both scoff at him, but secretly use it and end up drawn to each other.

Word Count: 5407

Triggers: None really

Y/N = Your name Y/H/C = Your hair colour Y/E/C = Your eye colour

Note: Final part! I’m considering maybe doing an epilogue of sorts, where Dean and the Reader are no holds barred flirting over the chat, finding it hilarious that Sammy isn’t noticing what’s happening. Let me know if you’re interested in something like that!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4


Saying you spent the next few days in a daze was the biggest understatement this side of eternity. You barely even noticed time passing as you switched between regretting your choice and trying to figure out if your hunch was right. Neither of which had made any big impact on your decision nor made you truly certain that things were going to go the way you wanted them to. The only thing it had done was further develop your own personal brand of batshit crazy. Patent pending.

Hell, add the fear of a negative reaction into the mix and you were just a big ball of nerves. Which didn’t get any better once you actually scooted into the backseat of the ebony Impala and headed out for the long drive from Lebanon, Kansas to St. Louis, Missouri. Whoop-dee-fuckin-doo, a road trip with the man you loved who was possibly also the other man you loved was just what the doctor hadn’t prescribed.

You had over 7 hours where you couldn’t pace around and call yourself an idiot or fantasize about how the meeting would go down. Not really your idea of fun. Anything would be heaven compared to the hellish situation you found yourself in, a fist fight would feel like a day at the spa in comparison. Hell, if you made it through the drive there without imploding it would be a miracle. Like, one of those praise the lord and make it a public holiday type of miracles.

Your mind had been a mess of failed attempts and almosts since the meeting was decided. You’d almost gone online several times in the time between sending your last messages to J.T and actually leaving for the hunt. You’d almost asked Dean straight out if he was J.T. You’d almost faked being sick to get out of the hunt… Hell, you’d almost cancelled the whole damned meeting a thousand times!

Yet, you’d done none of those things, ‘cause lately “procrastinating to not make difficult choices” had become your weirdly long middle name. Instead your only actions had consisted of freaking out and stopping yourself just before gathering your courage to ask Dean, or opening your computer only to not log in to the website that was now a bigger strain on your nerves than anything else had ever been. Your childhood action hero figurines would be disappointed in you if they could see what an actionless adult you’d become. You could almost picture your worn out Wonder Woman figure shaking her head at you in disgust from the bookshelf in your childhood home.

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The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by junghotkookie

Genre: romance/fluff/ (Warning: Sexual words for educational purpose) 
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 11350 words
Summary: This a series based on all of your first times with Jungkook from your childhood till when you both reach adult hood.


Links: PART 1

The first time you both went through puberty

At the young age of fourteen years old, Jungkook was slowly getting hit by the reality that girls were something way more different than what he thought. After feeling that pit of rage in his stomach that caused him to experience jealousy, he was now starting to feel something new, strange and confusing. Something that made his body react with him. A new experience that made him uncomfortable about himself. A new feeling that was leading him to slowly take a distance from any living female form. He’d reassure himself and think it was you and not him. Being together with you since kindergarten was amazing and all but as much as he was changing, you were changing as well. Your sudden change brought him to react. He always avoided humans of the opposite sex since childhood and you were the only one close to him which brought him discomfort and awkwardness. How could he keep on being normal around you when he was slowly feeling weird with all of these changes?

‘’Why is it getting so hot in here?’’ jungkook would fan himself while slowly pulling on his tie

‘’Ooh~~ Jungkook-ah… What’s up with the sudden warmth? It’s snowing outside” Hoseok laughs

“Maybe he’s still going through some body changes” Yoongi comments with a subtle smirk

“What are you guys talking about?!” Jungkook glares at them

“You know… the usual changes…” hoseok taps his chin

“I really don’t see where you’re going with this, Jung Hoseok” Jungkook rolls his eyes as he slowly untied his tie “We just had P.E an hour ago”

“No need to act up, it’s all natural…” yoongi opens his textbook “…to feel some heat” he wiggle his eyebrows

“You crazy bastard” Hoseok chuckled “Are you talking about what I think you’re talking about?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” Jungkook shots

“Of course he’d pull out the clueless card” Yoongi chewed on his gum coolly

“Jungkook doesn’t pull the clueless card man, he’s actually clueless” Hoseok nudges Yoongi “Look at him. That shook face is anything but aware of what’s going on with those body changes.”

Jungkook decides to ignore his friends and pulls out his school supplies from his bag before sighing. God only knows why he befriended these two idiots. The only classes they shared were P.E and Biology yet they still stuck onto him like glue. Hoseok was absolutely thrilled when he learned that Jungkook his kindergarten classmate was attending the same middle school as him. Having Yoongi sticking to Hoseok all the time, the two of them became friends with Jungkook. The only difference between them was that jungkook would always be one step behind what’s going on. He wasn’t fast to catch on. It wasn’t his nature to be that way but he wanted to avoid anything new that’d throw him off the edge.

As his friends were having some strange discussion he refused to take part in, he notices your presence. He tilts his head to the side as he watches you making your way to enter the classroom. Your gorgeous hair complimenting your feminine face and soft features as your school uniform only made you look prettier. That dress shirt tucked in your skirt seemed to have some weird effect on Jungkook, some unknown magic or some sorcery that’d make him a little flustered.

“Don’t you see the words innocence slowly vanishing from his face at the time we’re talking?” Hoseok shook his head while eyeing jungkook staring at you

“What are you staring at?” Jimin drops his bag on the floor and takes the seat behind jungkook

“N-Nothing.” Jungkook sighs before turning around to look at his friend “I was contemplating whether I should enroll for soccer or climbing” he stares at his hands

“Ooh~ you have some interest in doing more sports?”Jimin replies sweetly “You’re already taking taekwondo aren’t you?”

“Y-Yeah but I mean… it’s not bad to try out something new” jungkook was caught off guard

“Try out something new, my butt” Jimin chuckled before shocking jungkook with his low creepy voice “I know you were basically ogling at Y/N. No need to hide it from your buddies, buddy” he’d punch jungkook’s arm while the latter rubs his sensitive arm in response


“Sure you were staring at the door or the desk next to her” Jimin sighs

“Y/N just looks different lately …” Jungkook comments to jimin in a low tone

“Oh yeah?” Jimin flips the page of his book before adjusting his alluring glasses “Different? Hm. I wonder. “He taps his chin “Maybe you’re the one who sees her under a new light. I got to admit she’s pretty cute…” he smiles softly as he watches you talking with your other friend

“Yeah I guess she’s cute” Jungkook raises an annoyed brow at how jimin just called you cute.

“Yeah, super CUTE” Jimin smirks while lowering his glasses, making sure to break a nerve on jungkook’s face by pissing him off.

“I don’t even blame you, she’s so cute I can’t even keep my eyes off her” Jungkook replied shooting daggers from his eyes

“Yeah, so cute I almost want to ask her out” jimin’s smug facial expression grew bigger

He knew exactly where to push the buttons to make jungkook angered. Jimin found this sight of his friend so entertaining. He was aware of everything since childhood thanks to his very good observation skills . He saw Jungkook growing and getting redder by the day. Jimin knew everything and decided to keep it to himself while playing along with his friend in order to make him realize that you were more than mere childhood friend.

“PARDON?” Jungkook stands up and hits his fist on his desk

“Shit back down Romeo and don’t make a scene “Jimin stared at jungkook before chuckling “You may not know it, but I’m your fairy god mother”

“Have you finally reached the end of crazy, Park Jimin?” Jungkook scoffed “First you talk about dating Y/N and then you bring up Fairy godmothers. Did Yoongi punched you that bad for you to be spouting this non sense?”

“Yoongi broke his wrist because of that” Jimin commented “We were boxing, I never expected him to get hurt when I was the one who got punched in the face”

“Yeah. Thank you Jimin for breaking my wrist again. I wasn’t forced to run ten laps with the group in P.E this morning” Yoongi stares at jimin

“Yoongi are you a Masochist? Do you enjoy torture? Or maybe you like Jimin hurting you” Hoseok asks in a scandalized tone

“Who cares about getting hurt, I still got exempted from the ten laps run this morning, so I’m still happy. I don’t want to waste my stamina on such a waste of time” Yoongi rolled his eyes

“What stamina is even residing inside your body?” Hoseok scoffed

“The one I use to make diss tracks against you”

“I’m TELLING YOUR MOTHER.” Hoseok points at Yoongi


“You still haven’t told your mom about your love for rap?” Hoseok blinks

“I-I just can’t ….” Yoongi sighs before rubbing his sensitive wrist “Oww… I don’t even know if I’ll be able to play tonight with my wrist being like this. Let’s hope the lesson gets canceled.”

“Your face must be like a rock to hurt Yoongi like this. You hard headed shorty.” Jungkook stares at Jimin

“Not as much as you. You only gained in height and nothing else” Jimin fires back

“Oh you want to start it?!” Jungkook glares back at jimin

What jimin said next was unexpected and brought jungkook completely off the hook.

“Spill it. What bothers you this time?” Jimin sighs before supporting his face with his fist on his cheek “Is it the way she smiles? How her hair looks different? How girly are fingers are? Or maybe…Oh I get it. Is it the length of her skirt that is bothering you?” Jimin nodded “Sure, I can tell that her skirt might look shorter than the usual” he sticks out his tongue

Jungkook could feel that sudden blood rush through his veins and his cheeks turning a slight shade of red. He was busted again. Jimin knew everything and it wasn’t the first time that Jungkook shared his distress over you with the boy. Everyday he’d end up talking to jimin about how something looks or seems different. What he didn’t knew was that the problem wasn’t you, but him. He was the one changing and having you gradually changing just like him brought him so much confusion.

Jungkook’s Jungshook thoughts were processing through his brain before he got the shock of his life thanks to his other friend.

“What are you talking ABOUT, MY YOUNG EVOLVING MALE SPECIES!!!!??” Taehyung randomly pops out of nowhere as he slings his arms around the boys’ necks “Ooh~~~ what is this heavy tension here…?”

“What’s with the sudden ‘male specie’?” Jimin looked perplexed and on the verge to laugh “Why am I a Specie? I need some explanations bruh. You can’t call me like that and expect me to—“

“BUT PARK JIMIN. DIDN’T YOU HEAR ABOUT IT???!!” Taehyung shouted

“About what?” Jimin lifts his head in interest “Did you find a girl who’s willing to kiss you with that remaining chocolate on your face?” Jimin chuckled “You ate a cake before coming to class didn’t you?”

“How did you know?” Taehyung blinked innocently  

“Wipe off your face dude, you have chocolate everywhere from your lips to your cheeks” Jungkook laughed while throwing his handkerchief at Taehyung

“Oh… maybe that’s why Jennie was laughing when she saw me” Taehyung’s eyes rounded in shame

“Did you just embarrass yourself in front of Jennie?!! For real?” Jimin burst in laughter “Jennie the cute one with the nice smile?” he replies in his busan accent

“Who’s Jennie?” Jungkook asks

“You don’t know Jennie? WHERE DO YOU LIVE? WHAT ARE YOU.HOW DO YOU KEEP UP WITH LIFE?” Hoseok shouts from the background

“Don’t blame the kid, he refuses to socialize with females since kindergarten” jimin replies

“You still haven’t replied to my question” Jungkook frowns “Who’s Jennie? And why are you making a fuss over her?”

“I’ll tell you one thing or two my little jungkookie” Hoseok puts his arm around jungkook’s shoulder “Jennie Kim is the queen who steals your heart with a smile and never gives it back. “

“Do you like her?” jungkook asks innocently while Hoseok chokes on his water

“ More like he’s low key obsessed with her but he’s too shy to even go see her” Jimin chuckles

“Who’s shy?!!!I’m not shy!” Hoseok scowled

“Tsk tsk tsk…. And Taehyung embarrassed himself in front of her, way to go kim Tae” jimin comments

“It’s okay, I still love chocolate more than girls. Food before girls.” Taehyung makes a thumbs up

“ Jennie is way out of your league Tae, even if you wanted her she wouldn’t even glance at you” Jimin commented

“I actually second that one, Tae, Let’s pick food no matter what” jungkook extends his hand for a bro fist with taehyung

“Yeah maybe if you look at food, you won’t look at Y/N differently” Jimin stares into space before a smirk creeps up his lips “Or maybe you won’t be able to get her off your head while looking at food”

“What?” Jungkook blinks

Jimin was implying something but seeing that his friend was too oblivious and innocent to catch on the hidden message, he decided to shrug it off and do as if he didn’t said anything.

“No nothing” Jimin shook his head “So what’s up Tae? Didn’t you had some high key super exciting news to announce?”


And with that Jungkook’s jaw dropped ten floors down threatening to dislocate his jaw. Of course, he’d never pay attention to lectures as the usual but this time it was different. Whether he wanted it or not, he’d end up paying attention to this lecture because it was way more than just a lecture.

“In other words, we’re learning reproduction” yoongi commented

“R-REPRODUCTION??!!” Jungkook gasped as cold sweats formed on his neck

“Look at Jungkook getting all red and bothered” Hoseok burst out laughing

“I didn’t hear about this?” Jimin furrowed his brows

“Me neither” yoongi blinked

“Are you guys that ignorant?! Seriously??!!!! It was my first time to ever listen in class” taehyung replies  “I can’t believe you don’t pay attention to class.”

“Are you for real? I’m the only one who takes notes in this squad of dumb idiots. There’s no way I missed such an important detail” Jimin shook his head

“Missing which details?”

The sudden tone of your girly voice shut all the guys off from the conversation they were having. Yoongi pretended to be asleep, Hoseok was randomly petting yoongi’s hair while Jungkook was freezing on his seat stiffly .Jimin simply smiled softly at you and Taehyung was ready to throw himself on you with excitement, like the usual.

“Y/n!!! You won’t BELIEVE IT!!!” Taehyung grabbed your hands gently in his bigger ones

“What is it? “You smiled brightly “You’re so smiley smiley” you laughed at your friend

Jungkook and Jimin both shared a look with each other before jimin nodded and decided to take the matter in his hands

“Hey… Taehyung sit back down on your seat will you” Jimin pulled taehyung by the back of his collar to make him sit beside him “And BE QUIET”

“Why?! I was just going to share the good news with Y/N!” Taehyung pouts

“Good news?” You ask

“THERE’S NO GOOD NEWS! I don’t know why you call this good news but it definitely sounds like anything but good to me” Jungkook shook his head while his eyes were slowly getting larger from the shock he just got

“What is it?” You poke Jimin’s shoulder “Tell me!”

“I don’t think it’s something you need or want to know” Jimin rolled his eyes

“Wow, so you’re going to keep this for yourselves and leave me in ignorance?” you scoff “It’s a guy thing again?” you frown

“I promise you Y/N, It’s nothing you’d be thrilled about” Jimin sighed “Taehyung is just being dumb again”

“Y/N, THEY’RE BULLYING ME AGAIN” taehyung points at jimin before sticking his tongue out

“Leave him alone” You pull taehyung to your side and ruffle his hair lovingly

“He copies everything you do girl, how can you bear with him?” Hosoek tilts his head “Are you sisters or something?” he chuckles

“Shut up Jung Hoseok and give me a massage” Yoongi order Hoseok who proceeds with giving a shoulder massage to yoongi

Jungkook tenses as he looks at you interacting with Taehyung as closely as he had that side glare ready to cut a bitch. He wasn’t feeling the way you were ruffling Taehyung’s hair today. There’s was too much action between your fingers and Taehyung’s scalp for jungkook to not feel envious.

“Jeon Jungkookiieeeee~~~~” you turn around to look at a bothered jungkook

He had all those thoughts flying through his head back and forth. The way you touched Taehyung’s hair was bothering him again yet it was only natural for you to make such a gesture towards your friend. He knew in fact that all of this was abnormal and friends shouldn’t get jealous over things like these.

“Hey…” you poke his shoulder “are you okay?” You furrow your brows while looking at jungkook’s focused gaze

“Where were you?” Jungkook asks without looking at you and opening up his book

“Oh, I was with Lisa” You smiled at him awkwardly “You know that new transferred student from Thailand? She’s super sweet! I just had to make her visit the school”

“Lisa” jungkook nodded his head along as if he knew who you were talking about

“You don’t know her right?” You chuckled “She’s that student with blonde hair and caramel highlights .She’s so pretty”

“Yeah, I guess she’s good” Jungkook nodded uninterested

“She’s just good? Jungkook-ah… Lisa is a goddess” Taehyung replies dreamily “She blessed our school with her presence”

“Oh god, jungkook doesn’t know who Lisa is? Are you SERIOUS?!”Hoseok  blinked

“Exactly what I’m saying. You can’t miss Lalisa and her swag~” Taehyung replies dreamily “And she smells so good”

“Does she?” Yoongi raises a brow “Did you sniff her?”

“Y-You’re ridiculous! I just lent her a hoodie yesterday and she gave it back that’s all!” Taehyung blinked

“Okay?” Jungkook raised a brow “So you like her?” he asked again

“Why does jungkook asks us this question every time a girl is involved” Hoseok blushes “You’re making me all flustered”

“I don’t know man, you just seem too enthusiastic about it” Jungkook comments


“Ew hoseok “you stare at Hoseok “What’s with the sudden pants talk” you nudged his arm

“That’s because pants talks are a must in middle school” Hoseok nodded

“What is he saying” you shook your head “That’s gross and pants talk are definitely not of your age”

“He’s basically trying to tell you subtly that we’re having sex-ed today for the first time” yoongi reply nonchalantly

“Oh well the secret is out of the bag now “jungkook face palmed “Why Did you felt the need to tell her such an unnecessary detail??!” he scowls at yoongi

“Someone had to voice it out and it’s only natural that someone with swag said it first” yoongi smirked

“Oh, so that’s why you were all acting weird ” you stared at them

“Weird? Who’s weird? I’m not acting weird…” jungkook’s eyes widen as he gulps on his saliva

“Who even talked about you” You stared at jungkook “Why? Do you feel concerned?” you nudge his shoulder and he tenses up

“N-Not at all?!” he stares at the ceiling “You’re the one acting up all strange”

“I don’t see why I’d be acting weird. Sex is something natural” you reply

“Oh well shit, how COME THIS WORD COME OUT OF YOU WITH NO SHAME??!!” Hoseok blushes a third shade of red

“Because there’s nothing to be ashamed of?” you raise a brow “You guys are overreacting over nothing “

“Overreact? “ Jungkook lifts up his face to meet eyes with yours “It may seem easy for you, but it’s different for us”

“What is easy? How different is it” you prop yourself to sit on Jungkook’s desk as it’s a habit you got used to.

As Jungkook senses your presence sitting on his desk he immediately turns his head the other way. He gulps on his saliva and his palms get sweaty as soon as his gaze falls on the soft skin of your thighs. Jimin may have been right in a certain way, your skirt was bothering him because it brought too much attention to your soft legs. The way you crossed your legs and how he had a perfect side vision of you.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about this” jungkook makes a face before untying the side of his tie and loosening up his shirt

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Imagine having a snowball fight with Gadreel...

Requested by @goinuptonight

A/N: This was really hard since I’ve never written Gadreel or seen snow before! But I was determined to give it a go :) Hope it makes sense

“Snow!” you squealed excitedly as you stood at your window, nose pressed to the glass. It looked like a scene from a movie, a perfect white blanket covering the ground and little snowy peaks on the tree branches. Your breath was fogging up the glass, but you still caught Gadreel’s reflection as he appeared out of thin air.

“Gadreel!” you spun around.  "What are you doing? I’m in my pyjamas for God’s sake!“

Although you weren’t usually self-conscious about what you were wearing, Gadreel seeing you in your baby blue striped flannel pyjamas was mortifying.

"You screamed. I assumed it was because you were in pain or danger. But you appear well and safe, although a little flushed.” Gadreel seemed confused, but he took no note of what you were wearing.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” His concern was very flattering and you laughed nervously. “Sorry, I just got a little over excited before. It’s my first snow.”

Gadreel walked over and joined you at the window. You both stood silent for a moment, admiring the stunning winter landscape painted in front of you.

“Snow is one of my favourites of all my Father’s creations. It transforms the Earth and it’s people. This season brings out child-like happiness and innocence like no other can.”

He looked down at you and smiled, watching you write your name in the fog left by your warm breath. A perfect example.

“Well, get out of here so I can get dressed! I’ll meet you outside in a bit.” Pushing Gadreel out of the room, you closed the door behind him. Leaning against it, you sank down into the carpet, grinning like an idiot. Your first snow and you get to share it with Gadreel. Could this get any better?

You stuck two gloved hands into the snow, forming a crude snowball. Aiming at Gadreel a few feet away, you hit him in the middle of the back. He spun around, shocked and you ducked as he threw a snowball of his own. It hit your shoulder, but his angel strength meant it packed a punch. Off balance to start with, you stumbled back and fell on your ass in the snow.

“Easy, angel!” you scolded him laughingly. “You’ve got a bit of a strength advantage over me!”

Gadreel rushed over, worried he’d hurt you. He never wanted to hurt you. It was his worst fear.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to…”

You played it up, clutching at your shoulder and groaning. Gadreel offered you his hand, worry etched on his face. As he leaned over, you took the opportunity to hook one foot around his and pull down on his hand. Gadreel landed with an “Ooof!” in the snow next to you. Scooping another handful of snow gently this time, you blew it at him, dusting his jacket, scarf and face.

“Look! A snow angel!”

Falling Through the Ice - Kiraly - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own]

Work Title: Falling Through the Ice
Author: Kiraly (AO3) / worldsentwined (Tumblr)
Rating: Teen
Status: Complete
Any Content Warnings: Mention of near-drowning, but otherwise mostly fluff.
Summary: A winter vacation takes an unexpected turn when Yuri has a run-in with a not-so-frozen pond. Luckily, Otabek is there to help.

Sure, it was stupid to rent a cabin in the middle of winter, and even more idiotic to agree to any plan cooked up by Victor and Katsudon. At first he’d refused, knowing that if he was stuck with the two of them in an enclosed space for a whole week, he’d probably murder one or both of them. But Victor had made promises and puppy-dog eyes, and Yuuri kept dropping bits of information about this so-called cabin. Which turned out to be less of a rustic shack and more of a small house, complete with a roaring fireplace in addition to central heating and real plumbing. Best of all, it boasted its own private pond, which according to the brochure would freeze smooth enough for skating.

All of which sounded nice—or it would, if it involved better company. Which was probably why Yuuri waved one final carrot beneath Yuri’s nose.

“There’s plenty of space for more people, Yurio,” he’d said, as though just remembering. “We’ve asked a couple of friends, but all of them have other plans. So if you know of anyone else who might like to join us, feel free to invite them.”

Victor, far less subtle, had helpfully chimed in with, “You could bring Otabek! Hasn’t he been meaning to visit? It’ll be like a week-long double date!”

Sweet like Candy

(A Fluffy-Funny Tony Stark Brand birthday Drabble for the anon who requested it.)


His morning started with a hangover, and a single, cold hand creeping across his chest.

“You, my darling butterfly—” Tony told him six times to stop calling him that, “—are an absolute idiot.”

That too.

“I love it when you whisper such sweet things into my ear at the ass-crack of dawn, Fro-Zone.”

Cold hands have sharp nails, and Loki was such a cat sometimes. Then again, Loki had told him to cut it out with the nicknames, too.

Hah, like that would ever happen.

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Hiiii!!!!! Could you do a fic in the canon universe where Eren and Mikasa get stranded during there training days in the forest, and Mikasa gets hurt and Eren takes care of her for days until the others find them, and he's really sweet to her and gah!!! Thanks!!

Thank you both so much! Both requests came in right after each other and they were so similar I went ahead and put them together. I will forever love anything where Eren is the one taking care of her because whether or not people chose to see it, he takes care of her all the time. Eren would never let anything happen to her, and in reality, he never has let anything happen to her. Every single time she was in danger and he was there able to fight for her, he did. So I will never ever have anyone say to me he doesn’t care about her.

It was just a training exercise. Just a training exercise in secure woods where there was no threat to anyone save for someone missing their target and launching themselves into a tree. There was nothing to be afraid of so Eren really couldn’t understand why he was worried that he couldn’t find Mikasa anywhere. She was probably fine wherever she was, and she’d catch up eventually but when he didn’t see her at the meeting place to head back to base, he rushed back into the woods for her.

They wouldn’t leave if two of their recruits were missing, right?

“Mikasa!” he called up into the tall trees. “C’mon! We’re gonna get in trouble!”

No answer. He walked back up the obstacle course looking around to see if maybe she got tangled up or something. Eren doubted it, but otherwise he had no idea where she could’ve gone to.

“I really don’t wanna get stuck cleaning the bathrooms again!” he shouted. “Where are you?”

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“You’re such an idiot!” You yelled from across the room to a very annoyed looking Zayn.

“And you’re being ridiculous, it was an accident, we can buy a new one!” He looked so calm that it just made you angrier.

“Zayn! Do you not get it, that was a personalised glass statue for my Mum’s birthday, I can’t just get another one, her birthday is tomorrow!” You protested, on the verge of screaming.

“What kind of present is that anyway? Can’t we just get her something else? I probably did you a favour by smashing it!”

You were shocked. How could he say this and not even care, you’d spent ages finding the right present and she’d asked for it anyway!

“Oh what ever Zayn.” You stormed out of your house and stomped to your car, you needed to go get your mum a new present anyway.


You returned home less annoyed with a present you hope would suffice, you were going to tell your mum about the first present anyway. Door slammed open and bags put down you trudged into the kitchen looking for something suitable to eat, what you found surprised you. Candles littered spaces all over the dining room, dinner for two was set out, and your mum’s statue was standing in the middle of the table, all the little pieces that had been smashed were stuck together.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole, I really am.” The look on Zayn’s face melted your heart and your anger.

“Well you should be, it was expensive.”

“I’ll apologise to your mum and explain what happened but in the meantime let’s have a smashing time.” He winked causing a giggle to fall from your lips.

“You’re such an idiot.”





You rolled your eyes and picked up the car keys.

“I’m picking up Aylin from nursery if that’s okay with you?" 

Niall let out a sigh, stalking away to his office, you just huffed and went out to the car awaiting your 3 year old daughters excitement. You didn’t fight a lot but Niall had just accused you of flirting with a good friend of yours who you’d both known for years and it had just pissed you off. He knew you wouldn’t cheat on him, ever, so it was just plain childish that he even suggested such a thing. To make it worse when you got to the nursery you discovered that Aylin was covered in paint on the day she decided to wear her white dress.

"Aylin,” You grumbled, “What have you done.”

“I had lots of fun mummy, I made a picture of you and daddy!”

You heart swelled, “It’s beautiful baby." 

"Can I give it to Daddy?”

“Of course.” You replied strapping her into her car seat.


You set Aylin down on the sofa and she was immediately up and shouting for Niall.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

“What have we here then, princess?” He asked sweeping your daughter into his arms.

“I did a picture of you and mummy!” She exclaimed shoving it proudly in his face.

Niall looked at you and you averted your eyes, ignoring him.

“It’s awesome princess, why don’t you go hang it up in your room, yeah?”

She ran off in the direction of her room, the noise of her little feet hitting the ground filling the silent room.

“Come here,” Niall opened his arms and you sulked into them “I’m sorry,” He kissed the top off your head, “ I just got jealous, I don’t know why, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You tilted you head up, your lips meeting his, “She’s gonna want help soon.”



“Liam have you seen Louis? We had a fight this morning and I haven’t seen him since he stormed out.” You spoke into the phone fiddling with a stray pen.

“No sorry Y/N, give me a ring later if he still hasn’t turned up.”

“Thanks Liam, I will, Bye.” You hung up and sighed. Where was he? You didn’t mean to upset him. You’d fought this morning after you told him that you thought that he wasn’t spending enough time with you, obviously he insisted that he did so you asked for a date night tonight but he told you he was going out with some friends and you weren’t invited. You tried to reason with him but he just left. Now, 6 hours later, you just felt stupid waiting for him to come home. You were beginning to lose hope until you heard a key in the front door. You scrambled to your feet, “Louis?" 

"Yeah, it’s me." 

"I’m so sorry, I really am, I was just being stupid.” You winced at how pathetic you sounded.

“Don’t say that, we both said stuff and did stuff, it’s fine.” He placed his hand on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

“Where have you been anyway?" 

"Planning something." 

"You didn’t have to do that, I was just tired, I didn’t mean it.”

“You obviously did or you wouldn’t have said it would you? Let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the door, grabbing a pair of your shoes on the way out, “ Put these on in the car.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll find out when we get there love, just prepare to be blown away.”


Liam had got back from tour 3 days ago and since your son, Charlie was at camp he still hadn’t seen his Dad. Charlie was really excited to see Liam and he’d been looking forward to this for ages as you had promised him that his Dad was going to pick him up from camp.

“Liam you remember that your picking Charlie up from camp right?”

“Oh yeah, about that, I’m really tired, can’t you just do it?” He looked up from his spot on the sofa, pleading with you.

“No Liam, I can’t, I promised him it would be you!" 

"But I’ve been on tour I’m still really tired, I just want to rest.”

“You’ve been back 3 days and all you’ve done is seep and watch T.V all you have to do is sit in the car it’s nothing major!” You couldn’t believe the way he was acting this was your son!

“Why can’t you do it though!” He still didn’t stop.

“Because I’m taking our other child to a party! For goodness sake Liam, we promised him!”

“No you promised him! I’m going back to bed.”

You death glared him and shouted for your daughter, Jess to get in the car.


“Where’s Dad?” Your son asked, his eyes darting around as if Liam was about to appear at anytime.

“I’m sorry darling but he’s not coming, he, er, had an emergency meeting with management.”

“Oh okay.”

You drove in silence for a bit until you looked in your rear view mirror and saw Charlie was crying.

“Charlie it’s okay, he really wanted to come you know? It was just a surprise he had to go into work today, he loves you very much.”

“Yeah, yeah I hear it every time he can’t come to something, just leave it mum.”

You sighed, your eyes back on the road.

“Let’s just get back.”


“Charlie!” Liam shouted when you entered the house, “I missed you so much, buddy!” He went for the hug, but Charlie dodged him giving him a simple “Hi.”                                                                                                    Liam looked at you confused but you just stared at him triggering this mornings events to come back to him.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t pick you up.”

“Whatever.” Charlie started to walk away.

“Wait! Why don’t we have a guys day you and me? Get something to eat, go into town, go to the cinema?”

Charlie, turned and smiled at his Dad, “Yeah, I’d like that, but just you and me.”

“Just you and me.”


“I was just being nice, for gods sake!" 

"Oh get lost Harry you’re always being nice to other women aren’t you.” You just got back from the club with Harry and you’d left because Harry had been helping a girl who was drunk to say the least, she was all over him and from what you had seen he was all over her too. They were giggling like idiots when you finally decided to go over and grab him.

“Stop Y/N just stop, I don’t know what you think you saw but I was just trying to help her!” He protested following you into the house you shared.

“ I know exactly what I saw, I’m not stupid!”

“Are you sure?”

“Ugh!” You screamed in frustration, stomping up the stairs to your bedroom. “I’m going to bed, you can sleep on the sofa!”


You woke up with a headache and a tear stained pillow last nights events flooding into your head like a tsunami. You groaned a little as you sat up, rubbing your temples, the smell of bacon filling your nostrils. You climbed out of bed, confused, Harry can’t cook and you weren’t cooking so who was? You stumbled down the stairs into the kitchen.

“Harry? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s a sorry breakfast, to say I’m sorry.”

“I get it, I’m sorry too, can we just forget about it?”

“It would be for the best.” He smiled, pulling you into a sideways hug.

“Oh and Harry,”


“You burnt the bacon.”

Okay yeah sorry these are crappy I’m sorry. Happy New Year!!! I hope you have a wonderful year!

Preference #17: 5SOS member has a crush on you (ship) and Harry Styles has a crush on you too and they fight.

Now normally I don’t do any other imagine other than just 5SOS (meaning I don’t include anyone else, but I decided to take a chance) and because you asked nicely.

Request: ‘hiii lovely. could I get a imagine/5sos ship? like write the imagine with whoever you ship me with? 😊 my name’s Cara and I’m like 5'6, really long curly auburn/red hair and blue green eyes. I also sing and songwriter and yeah if you could use that it’s be cool and maybe something where harry from 1D has sa crussh on you and (who you ship me with) gets jealous about it since he’s more famous or something? thatnks, I’d love to see what you write!!’

I hope this is what you wanted and I hope you like it. I ship you wish Ashton because I believe he’d love the subtle height difference, and I think he’d love your hair but hate it when you straightened it or tried to hide it. I think he’d love that you song write and would try and write songs with you. Now I did change your request slightly and made it so you and Ashton were best friends to start with and be developed a crush on you, and Harry told him about his Crush on you then the two were fighting for your attention and ended up having a fight and then Ashton explained why they were fighting and you choose Ashton. Because in my opinion I think Ashton would be a better boyfriend than Harry…My personal opinion don’t hate me for it. I also out Y/N so others can enjoy…Okay here we go!

You and Ashton had been friends for years, mainly because your parents knew each other and they kind of forced the friendship upon you. Ashton had invited you to join him and the other 5SOS members on tour along with One Direction, and you instantly agreed partly because you missed him and the guys and because you loved One Direction and wanted to meet them…so this was the perfect excuse and opportunity. The first day you got there you and Ashton spent all day together, before he finally left you alone to sleep. Ashton invited you to join them because he missed you and because he had a huge crush on you and he felt that by inviting you to join them, and giving you the chance to meet One Direction would woo you. The next day you spent the day with all the guys well kind of. They were performing so you had time here and there with them when they weren’t on stage.

During this time you and Harry had got to talking, you joked around and laughed and played video games. You left the room for a moment to call your mother to tell her how you were getting on since you knew she’d worry. “Man Y/N is a great girl, I think I may be falling for her” Harry revealed his crush in you to Ashton “oh great now I have someone more famous to compete with” he said in a harsh tone. Harry raised his eyebrow “what?” He asked curious as to why Ashton had made a tiny outburst. “I like her okay I’ve liked her for years, and now I have pretty boy more famous and talented than me Harry Styles falling for her too” he complained. They both gave each other a look then turned around when they heard the door open and saw you walking in.

Ashton grabbed your arm and lead you over to the drum kit “I’ll teach you drums” he said and began showing you how to drum and let you have a go. Then Harry grabbed you and began dancing around with you like an idiot. Then Grease came on, on the radio and Harry began moving around clicking his fingers, then Ashton pushed him and started snapping too. They both snapped their fingers and danced around and you just laughed thinking they were idiots. The next couple of days were awkward, Harry and Ashton seemed to be mad at each other and wouldn’t talk to each other and you seemed to be stuck in the middle of it. The two seemed to be fighting for your attention.

You were reading a book when you heard yelling and you got off the tour bus and saw Harry throw a punch at Ashton, and Ashton returning it. You ran over to the both of them and got into the middle of them “what’s going on?” You asked unsure as to what was actually going on. “I am in love you with Y/N you’re my best friend and I love you, I’ve loved you for a long time but I’ve been scared to tell you. And Mr. More famous Harry over here likes you too and we’ve been fighting over you…” He said “and I was winning” Harry said “shut up” Ashton yelled before turning back to you “well say something…” He said. You turned and looked at Harry and then back at Ashton and then planted a kiss on. Ashton. You’d had a crush in him for a long time too, and didn’t want to wreck the friendship in case he didn’t feel the same way. Now you knew he felt the same way you had to reveal your feelings, and that kiss started your relationship and Harry backed off and accepted the decision.

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Isak and Even exchange Christmas presents

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Isak is chilling on the couch, talking to Eskild and Noora whilst Noora paints Eskild’s nails a bright red ready for his Christmas work party. White Christmas is playing softly in the background, the Christmas tree and fairy lights are on, and Isak is feeling beyond content. Linn has already headed back to her parents’ house and it feels a little strange without her, but Eskild and Noora are plenty good company.

“Is Even coming today?” Eskild asks.

“Yeah, he’ll be here any minute. We’re swapping presents.”

“Ooh exciting! What have you got him?”

“Nothing too special. I had no idea what to get him.”

“Isak,” Eskild groans. “He’s your boyfriend. You’re supposed to spoil him.”

“But I don’t really know what he likes!”

Eskild tuts. “Well you better learn before Valentine’s day.

“Don’t worry, Isak.” Noora interrupts. “I’m sure he’ll love whatever it is.”

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you belong to me.

part of the skyeward fairytales au series:

i’ve got a line out the door who all think they can save me (sleeping beauty, b-isforbombshell

that girl is stronger than the raging sea
 (little mermaid, b-isforbombshell

you are the knife i twist within myself
 (red riding hood, lizicia

waiting for the sirens.
(peter pan, grantdouglasvvard)

beauty and the beast au: grant’s search for his dog opens the door to true love, however strange it may be.

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