it seems like only the other week i was a mess about this ending

The Adoption

Part Two

Emily never really did answer me.  I didn’t know if that was because she was purposely avoiding the subject or she didn’t know that I’d actually asked her a question.  My confusion was answered when I saw her face the next morning.  I had left her in bed to get Lucy to school, when I returned she was wrangling Noah from his booster seat after he’d finished breakfast.  She looked at me, let out a deep sigh and then diverted her eyes downward.

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‘OUCH! Stop, st- STOP IT PANSY! Argh, fuck, I think I broke a rib.’ Draco sat down on his bed, a painful expression on his face which was paler than usual.

‘You’re an ungrateful bastard’ Pansy flopped beside him, pouting ‘the whole Slytherin house knows I’m the best on giving massage’

‘Well, I better look for someone from other houses then’ Draco made another pained expression as he got up. ‘I can’t, I can’t walk. Argh, fuck!’ He laid down slowly. Pansy only stared at him from the door, the look on her a face a mixture of pity and remorse.

‘I’ll get someone. Even though you were a little bitch just now.’ She glared at him before leaving.

It’d started three days before then. He was getting ready on Wednesday morning to practice quidditch. Everything was fine when he bent down to tie his shoelaces, but the second he straightened his back an acute pain hit him on his hips. It’d gotten worse the past two days to the point now he couldn’t even sit properly without feeling it.

He laid there, thinking maybe he would have to look for Madam Pomfrey after all. But fuck, those potions always messed up with his stomach, he’d do anything to avoid taking them even if it meant asking for someone he didn’t know to give him a massage. Pansy had told him she knew what she was doing but at the end it’d only worsened it.


'It’s for a friend, you see. He’s in a lot of pain at the moment and I was hoping you knew someone good on giving massages’ Pansy flopped down on a chair at the eighth year common room.

'Well,’ Hermione started, closing her arithmancy book. 'I do, but… who exactly is this friend of yours?’ She gave Pansy a look that could be translated as 'Are-we-talking-about-who-i-think-we-are-talking-about?’

'Draco’ Pansy sighed, predicting the other’s answer. 'But… I swear he’ll behave. And you owe me this one, right? After I brought you those French hair products’ Pansy smirked.

'You really are a Slytherin’ Hermione sighed 'but they were actually amazing. I’ll help you with this one but I can’t guarantee it’ll go well.’

Pansy gave her a quick hug, grinning. 'Who is it then?’

'Harry’ Hermione murmured to herself.

Pansy gasped and then laughed until tears were streaming down her face.

'Holy. Shit. Are you sure he’ll want to do it?’

Hermione gave her a little smile.

'He owes he a favor’

Pansy’s giggling was catching the attention of everyone around them.

'Who’s the Slytherin one now?’


'Tell me how amazing I am’

The girl bursted inside his dorm an hour after she’d left to find Draco in the same position.

'You found someone?’ He got up, regretting the decision immediately. 'Ah, shit! Are they outside? Please tell me they’re outside’

'They’ll be here in ten’ Pany sat by his side and poked his cheek 'go on, tell me how amazing I am’

'You’re amazing’ he grunted. When he looked at his friend, though, she wasn’t paying attention, busy with a little pink bag Draco hadn’t noticed she’d brought before. 'What-’

'Oils. For the massage’ she smirked and Draco felt blood going to his cheeks.

'There’s no need for that’

'They have properties. They could help’ she started to take the little flasks with different colors out of the bag and pile them on Draco’s bed.

A light knock on the door told them Pansy’s friends had arrived.

'C'mon in!’

'I just don’t understand why… No. No fucking way.’

'Harry, please, Pansy said-’

'What the actual fuck, Pansy!’ Draco started talking at the same time Hermione tried to stop Harry from leaving the room. 'This is… ah, shit shit- ARGH!’ Draco’s attempt to get up brought back the striking pain on his lower back and he felt his knees failing. The next second he was tumbling to the ground with a loud thud. Tears came uninvited to his eyes and he bit his lips as hard as he could to stop from screaming.

Draco didn’t look up to see who it was that was trying to help him get up. A firm hand went on the underside of his thigh as the other grabbed his shoulder firmly, pushing him to his feet just long enough for him to get to his bed. When he collapsed on his bed, flushed cheeks and tears still streaming down his face, everything he could think about was that maybe his time had come. Die would be better than suffer so much humiliation in front of Saint Potter, who was panting by his side.

Harry stared down at the boy in front of him, Malfoy’s face twisted in an ugly expression. It was like he was trying to sneer at Harry but the pain was too much even for that. Harry sighed and turned to see he was left alone in the room with an incapacitated Malfoy. Well, shit, that was just great. Why couldn’t people just leave him alone? Peace, it was all he was asking for after everything. But, oh no, he had to have asked Hermione for help with his potions homework the week before, and now he owed her this. Harry wouldn’t have denied giving a massage to any of his friends if they’d asked him. He’d helped Hermione, Ginny and even Luna in the past. But Malfoy? Give Malfoy a massage, after everything, almost sounded funny.

Except it wasn’t because Harry had a hero complex and he knew Malfoy wouldn’t ask for such a thing if he wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t even Malfoy who came looking for Hermione, it was Pansy, which meant he probably was in a lot of pain. He couldn’t walk, from what Harry could see.

Small flasks caught his attention, all of them pilled up beside Malfoy.

'What’s this?’ He grabbed one and put it against the light. The liquid inside was thicker than water.

'Oils. Pansy brought them. She said they could help. Not like you need to know this anyway since you won’t use them.’ Malfoy spoke through gritted teeth, facing the wall opposite to where Harry stood. So he was expecting him to leave, that cocky bastard.

'Take off your shirt then’ Harry levitated all the tiny flasks to the ground and picked up one randomly. When he opened it the smell of cinnamon filled the room. Malfoy stared at him like he’d gone insane.

'What do you think you’re doing?’ he asked slowly.

'Well, maybe a massage since that’s what Hermione asked me to do and I can’t have a fucking moment of peace in this castle. And since you seem to be unable to even walk I advise you shut the fuck up and take off your shirt so I can see what’s wrong and finish in time for dinner’ Harry looked up to find Malfoy gaping at him.

'Do you even-’

'Yes, I do know how to do it, you prick. And I’m using this one, so take off your shirt’ Harry signaled to the open flask in his hands as he sat down on the far end of the bed.

He didn’t quite know how the oil would help since he’d never used them when he gave massages before. He liked the smell of it, that was all.

Malfoy struggled to sit down. He undid his tie, opened every button and started to take it off, really slowly trying not to move too much, wincing everytime he did. He folded his shirt and put it on the chair beside the bed. Harry couldn’t help staring at the huge scars on his chest he knew he was responsible for. Guilt settled on his stomach as he tore his gaze away.

'Lay down on your stomach’ Harry got up and sat beside Malfoy’s body as close as he could without brushing their thighs. It was ridiculous, he knew, since he would be touching him quite soon. Malfoy did as he was told and stilled, realising what that meant.

And what it meant was that, like that, he was completely vulnerable. He turned his face to Potter’s side and searched the other boy’s face for any sign of danger but all he could see was a frown as Harry dripped the oil in his fingers. Draco felt his cheeks heat up for some reason he didn’t understand.

'I’m going to start’ Potter’s voice was low when he spoke. Before Draco could say anything Potter’s hands were on his shoulders, placed at the same distance from the centre of his back. They were warmer than Draco’s skin, soft and sticky with oil. His breath got stuck on his throat  when Potter squeezed and, even though his lower back still hurt, Draco felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. He exaled, relaxing into the matress.

Harry maintained the rhythm for a while, squeazing and releasing Malfoy’s shoulders, his thumbs pressing small circles on the other’s neck as he did. Harry, then, started to let his hands go lower, maintaining the pressing of his thumbs as he did until he reached the high of Malfoy’s kidneys. He stopped there to smear his hands with more oil.

'Where did the pain start?’ Harry found his voice was hoarse when he spoke.

'Hm… my hips’ Malfoy sounded sleepy when he spoke. He was so relaxed Harry had to hold back a giggle. He must really be great at giving massage if it meant even Malfoy was enjoying it.

He stopped shortly.

'Your hips?’ Shit, he wasn’t expecting that. 'Er… okay. I’ll- I’ll need you to lower you trousers a bit.  

'What?’ Draco opened his eyes, snapping out of his daze. What did Potter just say?

'So I can reach your hips. I can’t do much with them in the way’ he said slowly, almost like he expected Draco to start yelling at him.

'So you want me to take off my pants?’ Draco couldn’s believe what the fuck was going on.

'No! Just- Just open it, okay? I can do the rest…’ Draco stopped for a second. He reached for his buttons, opened them and laid down again. He turned his face the other way since he was pretty sure he was blushing. Shit, Potter better know what he was doing.

Harry exhaled gradually. He most definitely didn’t know what he was doing. Well, he did, but he shouldn         ’t be doing this. He should’ve stopped, told Malfoy to go look for Pomfrey and got out of there.

Instead he placed his hands on Malfoy’s lower back again. He rubbed his thumbs in circles there, with less pressure this time, and started to press lower as he did. He reached his trousers but since the buttons were open it hang loose on Malfoy’s hips. Harry let his thumbs go under the waist and Malfoy froze.

Harry exhaled again. 'This will probably hurt but if it doesn’t work I’ll know what I have to do, okay?’ He pulled his trousers lower until he could see the other’s boxers. They were black, just like his trousers. Harry could see the fine blond hair that covered his lower back was up.

'Just don’t break my bones’ His tone was sarcastic.

Harry had his weigh on one knee which was pressed against the matress, both hands on Malfoy’s hips.

'Inhale’ Harry instructed. 'Hold’ Malfoy did as he was told.

'Exhale’ he pushed all his weight on his hands as quickly as he could. Malfoy screamed and Harry cursed. They were panting, Malfoy still too shocked to say anything.

'It won’t work, not like this’ Harry got off the bed to take off his shoes. When he looked back Malfoy was staring at him with a strange expression on his face, fear mixed with something else. Was it anticipation?

'This will work’ Harry got on the bed again and before malfoy could say anything he passed one of his legs over the blond’s body, straddling him. Harry sat on Malfoys thighs, trapping him so he couldn’t turn around.

'WHAT THE FUCK, POTTER?’ Malfoy tried to free himself but Harry pinned both Draco’s hands above his head in a strong grip.

'I’m telling you this will work! Stop fidgeting and shut up!’

But focusing on Potter’s words was hard since all he could sense was the warmth and pressure on his thighs, so close to his ass. He’d never felt anything like that before, something disturbingly intimate and his whole body was reacting as if it was. He closed his eyes, cursing inside his head as blood rushed into his cock. Fuck fuck fuck, this wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be…

'Inhale’ Potter’s words resonated closer to his ear than before. He shivered, inhaling as deep as he could. 'You need to relax’ Potter’s voice came out hoarse, his thumbs still tracing circles on his hips. Draco shuddered but felt his shoulders lose tension again.

'Inhale’, Harry repetead. 'Hold’ And Draco did.

Potter shifted on his thighs and Draco almost forgot what he was supposed to do.

'Exhale’ he did it again, placing all his weight in his hands, his thighs pressing hard against Malfoy’s as he did. A loud crack made Harry smile and Draco scream.

And then Malfoy let out a loud moan and Harry lost his train of thought.

Suddenly all the blood in his brain was going down, making his pants too tight. His ears felt like they were full of water when he heard Malfoy hum against the pillow.

'It worked’ Draco breathed, lifting his hips a bit to check if the pain was still there. The motion caused his ass to rub against something hard.

Draco gasped.

Harry moaned low.

Draco’s hips rose up again, higher, rubbing harder against what he knew was Potter and fuck, he didn’t know what he was doing anymore. And then Potter pressed down, literally pressed against Draco’s ass so he could feel it, the whole length even through the fabric. Potter was hard, really hard and Draco felt his own cock twitching at that.

Draco moaned, the sound ringing in Harry’s ears. He should go, he knew he should, but Malfoy was panting, and lifting that roundy ass for him, to rub against him, and Harry saw his face when he turned his head to the side. His cheeks were flushed and lips parted.

Harry pressed again, leaning forward until his mouth was just above Malfoy’s left ear.

'Do you want me to go?’ He needed to be sure, to be certain he wasn’t imagining all that.

Malfoy gasped, his eyes tightly shut. 'No’ He lifted his arm, grabbing Harry’s thigh and craving his nails on it. Harry bit his earlobe, went for his jaw and started sucking there.

Draco’s cock was throbbing beneath him, so hard he was sure he might faint any second.

The next minute the pressure against his ass was gone making a small cry escape his lips. Fuck fuck, Potter must have come to his senses before he did…

His pants were suddenly yanked down to his knees, his boxers with them. The sudden movement ccreating friction against his cock, now leaking on the matress. Draco was sure he couldn’t blush any harder but it didn’t stop him from moaning when hands grabbed his arse cheeks. How come he didn’t know he could get pleasure from there? Potter’s hands were everywhere, squeezing, pinching, scratching the soft skin.

Harry opened his cheeks, exposing his hole and run his thumb there tentatively.

'Ah- ha fuck…’ Draco buried his face in the pillow again. This wasn’t right, this was so fucking wrong, what was he doing moaning for…

'I wanna eat you up’ Harry didn’t mean to let the words escape his lips. His gaze was fixed on Malfoy’s pink hole and when it contracted under his thumb the thought of licking there, fucking him with his tongue, assaulted his mind immediately. Malfoy shivered under him.

'Wh-What are you saying?’ the tips of his ears were even redder from where Harry could see them.

Harry got off of Malfoy’s thighs and pushed them apart. He grabbed Malfoy’s hips again, pulling his ass up a bit. He could see the blond’s cock was hard and swollen, rubbing against the matress. Harry got on his elbows, squeezed Draco’s arse again and bit the already marked skin.

Draco gasped, his head jerking to the side so he could get a glimpse of Potter between his legs. Potter was sucking him at the spot he’d bitten before, his hands massaging the place where his thighs met his ass. He run his fingers there, grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled them apart. Draco drew a sharp breath.

He could hear Harry fidgeting with his own pants followed by the sound of clothes hitting the ground. Draco waved his hand towards the door, a click signalling it was now locked. He couldn’t even begin to think what would happen if anyone decided to come in.

Draco felt something wet, warm and firm press against his hole.

'Fuck fuck, you can’t- ah… ahhhh P-Potter this is…’ he gave a choking moan when Harry began to lick him relentlessly, his own moans reverberating in Draco’s skin.

Harry licked, savoured until his tongue got past the tight ring, and then he was fucking Draco, fucking him with wet and hot thrusts of his tongue. Draco kept pushing  back, gasping as he did, completely out of control.

Harry had never done that before but the sencond he laid eyes on Draco’s ass, naked before him all he could thing about was opening him, filing him up to get all those delicious sounds out of him.

Draco moaned, and moaned, louder each time. The words that came out of his mouth were incoherent, interrupted by sharp intakes of air.

'Yes… This- fuck Potter… I-deep-deeper’

Deeper, he wanted it deeper. Harry grasped the tiny flask he’d left on the ground and smeared his fingers with the oil again. He retreated his tongue earning a whimper from Malfoy that turned into a sob the second Harry’s middle finger replaced his tongue, getting in smoothly. Draco gasped, shivering uncontrollably and Harry just stayed there, mouth hanging open at the view. His finger disappeared and reappeared, Malfoy sucking him in while rutting against the matress. Harry curled his finger experimentally getting Malfoy to jolt and scream, throwing his head back. Harry caressed his thigh marked with purple bruises, another finger going inside his hole. The blond hissed but didn’t tell Harry to stop so he thrusted them to the base.

Draco’s brain was shutting down. The lewd sounds filling the room paired with the smell of cinnamon overstimulating his whole body. He wanted more heat, more pressure, more skin against his but the words kept getting lost in his throat everytime he tried to voice his needs. And Potter, fuck, he knew what to do with his hands, with his mouth. That fucking tongue worked like magic inside him. Potter was moving his fingers inside him in a way Draco didn’t even know was possible, scissoring them, thrusting them to the base.

The fingers were suddenly gone. Draco inhalled sharply but before he could complain Potter grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. He laid there on his back, legs spread open, cock dripping with pre come. And Harry stared him down, took in every inch of his light skin shamelessly. Draco felt exposed even though they were both naked. His hole twitched, stretched and leaking all the oil Potter had rubbed inside him and Potter stared. He fucking stared, jerking himself as he did.

Draco grabbed his own cock and began to do the same. It was unfair, having to do it all by himself after all Potter did, that bastard. The gesture caught the Golden Boys’s attention, though, and Draco smirked.

'i want,’ Harry bent down, their chests flushed against each other, his mouth whispering in Draco’s lips. 'I want to put it in you’ he sucked Draco’s lower lip. Holy fuck, he was on the edge already. Potter moved his lips to Draco’s ear and shifted, the head of his cock now poking Draco’s entrance. Draco felt it tingle as Potter cast a protective spell. 'I want to fill you up’ he whispered against his ear.

'Fuck, fuck…’

'Has anyone ever done that?’ he nuzzled Draco’s temple, his glans rubbing against his hole. 'I’m going to take you’ Harry hold his cock steadily as he pushed an inch, stretching Malfoy for him. The blond was panting on his cheek, small sobs inbetween gasps for air.

Harry’s ability to dirty talk, even as his own mind wasn’t working properly was something he didn’t know he could do. He was blushing, panting, but the possessivness he felt made him talk. Malfoy was his, all his, he just never thought that that anger, the rush of adrenaline he felt every time they were close could be hiding something else. He always thought Malfoy was his to take down, to fight against. But he also was his to consume, to bury himself into.

Harry thrust slowly, taking in the tightness, the heat engulfing him. Malfoy was fisting his cock under him, eyes tightly shut and mouth hanging open. Harry stopped Malfoy’s hand with his own and, with a tight grip, trapped them both above his head. Malfoy opened his eyes, his grey irisis thin rings around blown pupils.

'Touch my cock’ he whispered against Harry’s lips, more a command than a pleading. Harry smashed their mouths together instead, refusing to let go of his grip. Draco shivered under him, opened his mouth, let Potter invade his mouth with that tongue. Fuck, that tongue that’d fucked him just minutes ago. And Harry kissed him, his cock deep buried to the hilt inside him. He was full, so fucking full he felt his whole body collapse when Potter started to pull back.

He thrust again, the friction, the pressure, sending shocks of pleasure to Draco’s cock, up his spine, everywhere. Through half opened eyes Draco saw Harry gazing at him, his glasses gone, his lips red, parted as puffs of air escaped them. Harry thrust hard when he realized Draco was staring back. His complex changed immediately.

'I-yes fuck ahh-ah…’ Draco’s whole body was trembling, his ass thrusting back against Harry’s cock, trying to get him to go deeper.

Harry released Draco’s hands, grabbed his thighs instead and lifted them, shoving in until his fingers were numb from the tight grip. He’d leave marks there, crimson lines, and the thought made him moan. Harry bent down again, his mouth reaching Draco’s neck. He sucked him there while he fucked hard and fast. Draco fisted his cock with one hand while the other scratched Harry’s back repeatedly.

His moans were louder now, loud enough Harry was sure people could hear them from outside the dorm. Draco didn’t seem to care, or even realize he was making those sounds.

The next moment Draco was contracting around him, trembling violently and coming on their stomachs. The pressure was enough to send Harry over the edge, his thrusts erratic as he came deep inside Draco.

Draco moaned again when he felt something hot filling him up, Harry’s last thrusts too much to handle.

Harry flopped beside him, his limbs drained of strengh.

'Merlin’ he whispered to himself.


'That was…’


They didn’t speak for the next couple of minutes. When Harry got up to leave, though, Draco reached for his arm.

'You could… we- uh… we could…’

Harry kissed him softly, almost clumsily before speaking 'Yeah, I- I’d like that’


Draco sat down that evening with Pansy and Blaise at their common room to warm themselves in front of the fire. He couldn’t help wincing a bit when he did.

'What’s wrong? I thought Potter had fixed you back’

Draco felt his face flushing immediately.

'He did! I just…’

'I’m sure he did. Just remember to go somewhere else with thicker walls next time you call him to fix your back’ Blaise didn’t even care to lift his eyes from the book he had in hands.

His cheeks were in flames and the expression on Pansy’s face wasn’t helping.

‘You owe me two favours now!’ She smirked, leaning against the couch like she’d won a bet.

‘What- Why two?’ Draco shifted and winced again at the new burning ache.

‘Because,’ She stuck up a finger like she needed to count all the favours Draco owned her. ‘I found someone to fix your back’ She lifted another finger. ‘And,’

Right that second Potter walked through the portrait followed by Granger and Weasley. He spotted Draco immediately and, well wasn’t that great, strode towards him, leaving Weasley with a confused look and Granger with a knowing one. He glanced at Pancy and saw her waving at the Gryffindor girl. Fucking amazing.

‘Hey,’ Potter stood awkwardly there before sitting on the arm of Draco’s chair. Draco knew his cheeks were already flushed but when Potter bent down and whispered in his ear he was sure he probably looked like a tomatoe. ‘Fancy a game of Wizard’s chess later?’

Pansy was shaking trying to keep herself from bursting out laughing.

‘Your dorm?’ Draco found himself playing with the hem of Potter’s hoody. The bastard blushed at Draco’s words, but nodded with a smile on his face.

He’d barely turned his back when Draco heard Pansy’s voice loud and clear.

‘And, I got you a cute boyfriend. Two favours!’



Fixing things around the Haus was never really about the dibs for Dex. But, all the same, in the back of his mind he was still relying on his efforts in that department to secure him housing for his junior year at Samwell.

Which is why he’s a little surprised at himself for the sinking feeling in his gut when he’s officially offered a spot.

“Oh,” he replies dumbly.

Lardo blinks at him, clearly startled by his lack of enthusiasm, her hand still held out between them waiting for him to reach out and seal the deal.

Dex shakes his head and reaches his own hand out belatedly. Only to have Lardo pull back. “Bro. I’m not gonna give it to you if you don’t really want it.”

“No, no, I do! I promise I do. I’m sorry, I just thought…”

He thought that he’d be getting either Ransom or Holster’s dibs. And that Nursey would be getting the other’s. And, despite the fact that Dex has been dreading the very idea of that for the entire school year, he feels off kilter and lost now trying to imagine a scenario in which he lives at the Haus without Nursey constantly underfoot.

Even these past two years of living in the dorms, Nursey still always somehow manages to end up at the Haus whenever Dex does, stealing the last slice of pie while verbally needling at sore spots he knows well enough will get a rise out of his fellow D-man.

It seemed pointless to even hope that getting dibs wouldn’t somehow include Nursey at his side, and so Dex never bothered to factor in the possibility. He resigned himself to his fate. And now, presented with an alternative, he has no idea what to think.

“Do you, uh,” he clears his throat, watching Lardo’s eyes narrow at him, assessing. “Do you know who Rans and Holster are giving theirs to?”

“They’re giving them to Nursey, bro.”

“Right. But to Nursey and…?

“Just Nursey.” She shrugs. “Those bunkbeds don’t even have a ladder anymore, so we figured we’d turn the attic back into a single for now. And we thought we’d do you all a solid by making sure the SMH didn’t lose it’s next best D-man pair due to mutual homicide within the first week of preseason by making you shack up together. We’ve all seen how you two handle sharing a hotel room on roadies.”

To be fair, how they handle it nowadays is wildly different from the roughhousing mess of their first semester at Samwell. But apparently no one’s noticed that.

Dex goes abruptly still as a thought occurs to him that feels like a bucket of ice water over his head. “Wait. Was this Nurse’s idea?”

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What if Harry and Draco had been together for a while and one of them had to go away for a while and they are on the phone and then one of them says "turn around" and there they are!!! Did this make any sense

Draco hated muggle devices.

He hated the ridiculously loud telly vision, he abhorred everything that had to do with the terrifying things called vacuum cleaners, and telly phones were no different.

They were small to hold, blindingly bright and too loud for Draco’s taste.

(That, and they didn’t exactly look pretty.)

(Yes, Harry did buy him a silver one, which was fine, but still.)

He never understood muggle devices, either. He just let Harry deal with that stuff, watching his boyfriend wave around with a duster, apparently persistent on using the stuff he’d grown up with rather than using his wand. 

(Harry had always been stubborn, after all. It’s why Draco had fallen for him in the first place. Well, that, and of course his magnificent arse.) 

The only times he liked to use phones was when his boyfriend - his stupidly successful and famous boyfriend - was out on a mission for work, unable to use magic to avoid getting his location known. Because then they could call, Draco standing in the dark of his bedroom, trying to keep his voice even and far from worried (Harry away on a mission always made him go crazy, but Harry didn’t need to know that.) Because then they could talk and talk and talk, Draco helping Harry to stay awake and focused, ending up falling asleep with each other’s breathing in their ears, a calming reminder that the other was still there, still alive.

Draco was standing in their bedroom right now, the blasted muggle device against his ear, Harry’s voice rumbling through the speaker.

And Draco was trying hard not to cry. 

(Harry had been gone for almost two weeks now, and it didn’t seem as if the mission would be done very soon. He knew Harry’s job was important, he knew that the ‘bad guys’ needed to get caught, but goddamnit couldn’t the criminals give his poor boyfriend a break? Give him a break? He needed his boyfriend, he needed to hold his hand, he needed to kiss him until his lips were swollen and almost painful.)

“I miss you,” Draco whispered, not quite succeeding in keeping his voice even.

“I miss you too,” Harry murmured back, soft but not any less sincere. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Draco snorted - half a laugh, half a sob. “You better, you prick. I need someone to make a mess of the kitchen, it’s almost scary how clean it is nowadays.”

Harry laughed, and something twisted in Draco’s chest.

“I need someone to never turn off the light when they leave the room,” Draco continued, wanting to hear that laugh again and again and again - “I need someone to forget to close the fridge, I need someone who always leaves their glasses on their nightstand.”

“Someone to yell at you when you use up all the hot water again,” Harry chipped in, and Draco scoffed.

“As if you’ve never heard of warming spells, Potter.” When Harry didn’t answer, Draco sighed. “Just… Come back, alright? It’s boring here without your annoying face.”

“Hey, Draco,” Harry suddenly said, his voice sounding a bit off, “could you turn around?”

“Why would I -”

“Just do it.”

Half thinking his boyfriend had gone mad, Draco turned on his heels. 

And promptly dropped his phone.

The loud crack it made when it connected with the floor didn’t bother Draco in the slightest - because oh, Harry was standing there, a stupid grin on his face and his eyebrows knitted together, ridiculously cute, his hair standing in every possible direction and holding his phone against his ear - such a unexpected sight that Draco had difficulty finding his breath.

“Uh, hi,” Harry said, waving sheepishly. “Surprise?”

Harry,” he breathed, and he didn’t wait for Harry to say something - and jumped towards him, kissing him full on the mouth, his hands immediately in Harry’s hair, tugging at the strands so hard it must’ve been painful but he didn’t care because Harry was with him, Harry was home - 

Harry’s phone dropped to the floor, too, when he automatically wrapped his arms around a crying Draco.

They didn’t care much about that phone, either. 

Reid x reader:
Imagine the reader being younger than Reid.

Warnings: big age difference, fluff/smut???, talking about cases

The team notices right away that something was on Spencer’s mind. It had been for the past couple months. It starts becoming obvious when boy genius himself starts messing up his facts.

“What’s up with you, pretty boy? Who’s got your panties in a knot?” Morgan asked him on the way out of the office.

The two were tired from a long day at Quantico and ready to be home.

“Knot? What makes you think anyone’s been doing anything with my panties? Did someone say something?” The doctor stuttered.

“Wow there. No I can just tell you have been distracted. Is there something you want to tell me?” Derek raises his eyebrows, stopping at his car.

Reid thinks what the best idea would be. He trusted Morgan but he also looked up to him and wondered what he would think.

“I met someone.” Reid’s mouth speaks before his brain has a chance to catch up.

Morgan can’t say he was surprised, he heard something from JJ but they were all just assumptions.

“A little lady caught the eye of Spencer Reid? Now how does one do that?” Derek smirks.

Reid has a silly grin on his face, he shrugs and looks down at the ground.

“She is- she’s pretty amazing.” He brags.

It was a relief to finally get it off his chest. For the past 3 months he’s been having to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t usually be hanging around people like you. Not unless he was on the job.

Not that there is anything wrong with you. Like he said you are amazing; smart, funny, beautiful. Everything he wanted in a girl.

You were pretty much his dream girl, except you are real.

“So when do I get to meet her?” Morgan wonders.

A question Spencer couldn’t answer. Both of your schedules were pretty full. You and Spencer had talked about meeting your friends next weekend at Rossi’s.

“Soon hopefully.” Spencer said before both him and his coworker made their way home.

When you heard the door start to unlock, you put your book down.

You greet the boy at the door.

You throw your arms around his neck before he has a chance to put anything down. He hugs you back.

“Did you get settled in?” He asks, closing the door with his foot.

You nod, you got into town this morning, Spencer was already at work so you have been at his house all alone. You two planned spending the spring holiday together. A whole week and a half of just you and your boyfriend.

You two untangle from each other and he puts his bag on the hook by the door. You loved Spencer’s house, it was what you wanted yours to look like. Books everywhere, almost OCD clean.

A love of books is what drew you and Spencer together so quickly.

“I think I need to shower.” Spencer announces, taking his coat off and hanging it will his bag.

“I think I’ll join you.” You smile and follow after him to the bathroom.
Spencer and you had been enjoying your time here. Times where he was at work, which seemed to be a lot, you found something to do.

You were never really bored, Spencer had an abundance of books and the city was interesting to explore.

You two were laying in bed, you were nearly asleep when his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He answers, you knew he was asleep because he sounded half asleep. “Okay.” He says before hanging up.

“Who was that?” You ask curiously.

He starts getting up from bed, wearing only his robe.

“We have a case. They need me.” He gets into his dresser.

You frown, “It’s nearly two in the morning.” You whine.

He walks over to you leaning over you. “It’s all part of the job.” He kisses your lips and starts to get dressed.

You begin to doze off, the last thing you remember is Spencer covering you with a blanket and kissing your forehead.

When you open your eyes, the sun is flooding through the window, it’s just past noon.

You sit up, the house still empty. You check your phone and there is a message from Spencer. He says they had to go to New York for a case but shouldn’t be long.

You groan, you had homework to do but you wanted Spencer. You laid in bed for another hour before actually getting up. You made coffee and started right up on your homework.

You only stopped twice, to make something to eat and when Spencer called.

“I’m sorry, this really isn’t what I wanted to happen.” He apologizes over the phone.

“It’s okay, it’s your job. People need your brains.” You smile.

You can hear his laugh over the phone. You missed him, you were happy to be at his house than in your town. At least when he comes back you will be here.

“You doing okay-” Spencer starts.

“Who’s that?” You hear a voice on the other end of the line.

“I- I gotta go.” Spencer rushes.

You exchange goodbyes and hang up the phone. You knew Spencer hadn’t told his team about you. It was obvious why, you couldn’t help but feel he was embarrassed of you but you knew better than that.

You knew Spencer’s feelings for you were real, he cared so much about you and never missed a chance to show you.

Spencer had been talking to you about going to meet some of his friends tomorrow. They are meeting up at a coworkers house and he wanted you to meet them.

You couldn’t help but be nervous. He spoke so highly about his friends, you wondered what they would think.

The rest of the night you read and watched tv on your phone. Spencer of course did not have a tv which you found ridiculous. He was not that into electronics but everyone needs a tv.

You tried to stay up as late as you could, not knowing when Spencer would be home. When you found yourself falling asleep while reading a book, you knew it was time to call it a night.

It was almost 3am and you could barely keep your eyes open. You changed into one of Spencer’s shirts, surprisingly you hadn’t really worn one before. Spencer wasn’t the type of boyfriend who just gave away his shirts.

He doesn’t gets how sexy it is.

With that, you cuddled up in his bed by yourself and drifted to sleep. The next morning you woke up again around noon. You lifted your head up in bed to catch sight of the sleeping boy next to you.

A smile spread across your face, his hair is sprawled out across the pillow.

You roll closer to him and kiss his bare shoulder. You rub his back as he starts stirring. He rolls to face you and you automatically gasp.

“Spencer.” You say.

“Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it looks.” He scrunched up his beaten face.

You cup his face, “This is the thing I don’t like about your job.”

“I know.” He smiles and pulls your head down to kiss your lips.

“Come on, let’s go out to breakfast.” He suggests.

The rest of the day was amazing. You two go out to breakfast then he spends the rest of the day reading to you. Your head in his lap as he reads The Narrative of John Smith to you. You notice he barely has to look at the book but that doesn’t surprise you much.

You two start getting ready to go to Reid coworkers house.

“Are you sure you want me to come?” You look at him through the mirror of the bathroom while drying your hair, a towel wrapped around your body.

“Yes, you are an important person in my life. I want you to meet the other important people.” He comes up behind you and kisses your cheek.

Having him by your side makes you feel better about everything. When you guys load into the car, you take his hand. He smiles at you, you can tell he is nervous too.

He cares so much about his team, if they don’t approve it with crush him. When you get to the nice sized house you park out front. You both sit in the car for a couple minutes.

“I’m really excited to meet your friends, Spence. I just want you to know, if they don’t like me it won’t change anything between us.” You comfort him. You have met the team before, it was before you and Spencer had even met.

“I think they are going to love you. I think it’s just at first they will be… confused.” He says.

You two finally exit the car and make your way to the door of the modern house. Spencer knocks and plays with his fingers while waiting for it to open. When it does there is a Middle aged man on the other side of the door.

He looks at you, then to Spencer then back to you before finally greeting you.

“Well hello. You just be Y/N.” He reaches out to shake your hand. “I’m David Rossi.”

You smile and shake his hands, “I’ve heard great things about you. It’s nice to meet you.”

He invited us in and there are multiple other people standing around the kitchen island.

All eyes go over to you guys and you can see the shock on everyone’s face. You wait for someone to say something and luckily Rossi finally does.

“This is Y/N, everyone.” He introduces you. He tells you everyone else’s name.

You smile at everyone and you and Spencer slowly start to merge with the group.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Prentiss says.

She seems very nice, you already had heard so much about the team, you felt like you knew them.

“Weren’t you at the college campus we were at?” She asks.

You were surprised she remembered. They came to your college and did a presentation about what they do in the BAU. It’s actually where Spencer and you met.

“Ah! That’s where I recognized you from! You were the girl who knew everything about everything.” JJ jumps in.

You’re honored that’s what they remember about you. It’s not that you knew everything about everything, it’s just no one in your class know much about anything. So when they asked questions you were the only one who really answered.

“Well it’s good to see you again.” Prentiss says.

You nod, this is going a lot better than You’d thought.

“So how did you and Spencer get together?” They asks.

You are a bit embarrassed, it makes you feel even younger to explain how you started seeing each other.

“Well after the lecture I actually came up and asked him a couple follow up questions.” You had already thought he was attractive from the beginning of the lecture. “He answered most of them but gave me his card in case I had anymore questions. So I called him the next weekend.”

Now it’s been a couple months. Time is really flying by.

Spencer walks up beside you, you smile at him. You think he just wants make sure you are all getting along. You actually really like Prentiss and JJ.

“Can I get you guys any wine?” Rossi offers Spencer and You. That’s when You notice almost all the rest of the team has a glass of wine.

You look up at Spencer awkwardly and he scratches his head.

“She can’t uh-” He starts.

“I won’t be 21 for a couple more months.” You finish.

The team is all the sudden quiet, all the conversations that seemed to be had suddenly stopped.

Reid is quite a bit older than you He celebrated his 32nd birthday this last fall.

“So your 20?” Garcia clears up. Her and Morgan are standing together. You so would think they were together but from what You heard from Spencer that’s just how their relationship is.

You nod and everyone stays silent.

“Well I guess Reid isn’t the baby if the group anymore.” Derek finally days.

You don’t know whether to laugh or be insulted. You take a step closer to Spencer. His hand finds yours.

“ I mean we all were joking you would be perfect for him during the lecture.” Rossi says.

“Yeah, you sounded so much like him it was kind of scary. Having one Reid around is intimidating enough.” Hotch smiles.

You think Spencer was right. It was a little awkward at first but after they get to know you, your age difference won’t even be a thought in their mind.

You look up at Spencer and smile at him. He smiles at you and kisses your forehead.

Next you just have to worry about telling your parents.

skam-fest (balloon squad livestream): TRANSLATION

disclaimer: we dunno danish. huge shout out to @maksisskambackwards for norwegian-english translation for the boys and Håkon. (they didn’t want credit and I said hush) grammar fixes by me ;) 

Everybody introduces themselves. And Håkon says that they’re still producing and thats why everybody couldn’t be there. Håkon likes Eskilds character the best.

Mutasim: Hei hei. My name is Mutasim and I play Mutasim. And I don’t know what else to say. My favorite character is Chris - girl Chris. Good actress.

Cengiz: should I introduce myself? I’m Cengiz, its like Ghengis Khan. (pronunciation of his name) I’m 19. And turning 20 today. No yesterday. What else should I say. I’ve never done any acting before. So this is very new for me. But its very fun to be here and speak before you. My favourite actor is many actually. I think like Håkon over there that Eskild has been really good. Chris. Really all, many are good. And I also think Vilde. Of course I like all the characters. Sana is a really important character. I support all of them. All my colleagues are great.

Simo: Hi, I´m Simo and I´m Sana’s brother, Elias. My favourite actor, I wanna say first everyone is amazing. But if I have to choose one it would be Sana.

Yousef: My name is Yousef, and I play Mikael. My favourite character is maybe Even. An (unpredictable?) character.

Adam: Hi everybody, I’m Adam and i play Adam. I’m 18 and really an artist and suddenly I’m an actor. My favourite is Jonas or Marlon. I’ve known Marlon for many years. We used to skate together and are buds. And one day he was like, “Adam I’ll be in this new show on NRK,” and we were like,  “okay… Is that cool?” And it was really fun to watch how it turned out.

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vernon; the boy next door (m)

genre/warnings: fluff/romance/smut, flangst, adorkableness, use of non-penetrative sex toys, (not so) dry humping

word count:  14737

feat: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, Joshua, Jeonghan + various 

prompts: roommate!Vernon, silliness, cuddles, mac n’cheese = love 

(a/n) my birthday project for my muse. thank you for everything vern:) and kisses for @vernkn​ who gifed my soft sweater vernon aesthetic. enjoy!

She loved Joshua Hong.

When she was so graciously offered to live in her aunt’s vacation penthouse close to her university of choice, the only catch was that she had to pay some of the bills. Completely fair, because it was a kind enough gesture to give away a freshly furnished space to a niece you barely talked to. Luckily, there was enough room for another guest, enough to split the rent.

So in comes the savior of her life, brother from another mother, Joshua Hong, decked out in sandy beige Sperry’s and ironed white jeans. Fresh from South California, he wore their sunshine on his smile, and their attitude in his Cheshire eyes. He was attending the same university as well, and was conveniently looking for a means to stay. Needless to say, she pounced on him at orientation before he could ask anyone else.

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Based on this prompt I said I’d fill a few days ago:

boss: “know why I called you in here?”
me: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”
boss: “accidentally?”


(on ao3)

“You need to stop pining after people you haven’t even spoken to,” Lydia says one day, probably because Derek—er, Mr. Hale, their boss—has just stepped through the front door of the cafe where they’re having lunch, and Stiles has trailed off mid-word to watch him walk up to the counter. In Stiles’ defense, he’s never seen Mr. Hale outside of the office before, let alone Mr. Hale wearing a leather jacket over his dress shirt. God, and Stiles thought the tailored suits were bad enough…


“Uh, I have too spoken to him,” Stiles says indignantly, tearing his eyes away from Derek’s broad back across the room. “One day I was coming out of the break room and I almost walked right into him and he said, ‘Excuse me,’ so then I said, ‘Oops,’ and he smiled at me. Kind of. A little bit. I mean, I interpreted it as a smile. There was some prolonged eye contact.”

Lydia abruptly stops stirring her fat-free latte to stare at him—one of those Oh god, it’s worse than I thought kind of looks. “That’s it?”

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anonymous asked:

AU where Bitty and Jack both suddenly wake up, after having had a few years together, and find themselves in their beds on the morning of the day they met. Both remember everything that happened, but neither thinks the other does, so they both pretend not to remember (which only complicates things more). They end up reenacting a lot of their interactions and it kills them both to do things they know hurt the other but they don't want to change anything.

oh no buddy, I’m not gonna let this stay sad. I’m gonna draw attention to several sad things, but then I’m gonna fix it.


Bitty wakes up on his first day of freshman year. Again. He quickly decides that he can’t say anything to anyone. There was no way to prove that the life he had just been living was anything but a dream.

He goes through the motions as well as he can remember. If he lingers a little on the handshake when he ‘meets’ Jack again, well, who could notice a thing like that?

Jack wakes up in the Haus. He mirrors Bitty’s mental process, realizing that if he started talking about this he could lose the future he knows is on its way. He searches Bittle’s face for recognition, but is too afraid to say anything.

Jack takes a deep breath every day and snaps at Bittle, pushing every pet name out of his mind. Bitty forces himself to forget and relearn how to take a check. On the rink together for checking practice, neither can think of any way to ask if they’re going through the same thing. They both cry more than they did the first time around.

Sometimes Bitty just gets angry at having to repeat things. He tries as hard as he can to not mess the repetitions up, but he isn’t perfect. When Ransom and Holster start asking him what his type is, he rolls his eyes and replies “Men.” As soon as he’s said it he remembers that he had only said that later to his camera, but the damage doesn’t seem to be too great. Jack doesn’t seem to react to the change, adding to his mental list of evidence that everything else had just been a dream. He gets the list of eligible Winter Screw options a few days earlier, but everything settles back to what it had been within a week. Whenever he starts thinking about the next few years, he’s enraged about everything he’s going to have to sit back and let happen. Everything that was going to make Jack sad, and that he wouldn’t be able to fix. Everything that was going to hurt him that he couldn’t avoid. 

Jack wakes up every day and writes up a game plan. It’s hard to have to turn back years of learning and be worse as a captain, especially when he remembers every mistake he made in every lost game. So he writes down those mistakes as a reminder to himself to make them. Half of the mistakes are emotional, and that’s what really gets him. He’s forced to act like those years of growing as a person never happened, like they were worthless. He hates trying to make himself glare at Bittle when they’re on the same line, he hates telling him that it was a lucky shot, he hates being so close to his boyfriend except for the fact that he isn’t his boyfriend yet.

Then it’s the playoffs. Bitty steels himself all week for the concussion he knows is coming. It crosses his mind to try to avoid it, to spare himself the pain and potential brain damage. But he remembers that it was only after the concussion that Jack started texting him, and they really got close. He knows that if he went against the play he knew Jack was going to suggest, he’d only drive them apart. Besides, it hadn’t been that bad the first time.

Jack is confident he can find another reason to text Bittle over the summer. He’s thought about this for the whole school year. Whatever consequences could come from not seeing Bitty hurt like that would be worth it. He just has to convince the coaches to not put Bitty in at the wrong time. 

“Oh my god, I thought we got over this months ago,” Bitty mutters to himself. He doesn’t remember Jack getting so annoyed about playing with him during this game, but he’s at a point where everything has run together in his mind. 

“Jack, I’ll be fine,” he half-lies. He will, eventually. There’s something close to panic in Jack’s eyes. Weird, Jack had taken so long the first time around to show any tiny sign of weakness.

“Promise me you’ll avoid number three.” This is definitely different from before. Bitty stares at Jack. “Spencer, number three, don’t go near him when he’s on their side of the rink. Promise me, Bits.”

“You didn’t even call me Bitty at this point,” he says in shock. They stare at each other for a minute, eyes wide. 

“I won’t get the concussion this time and we’ll talk about this after the game,” Bitty blurts out. Jack nods vigorously. They play, and it’s brutal, but Bitty avoids the hip check. Once the game is over, they rush to get seats together in the bus. In whispers, they talk about the future they already had. Bitty mourned the years of school he had ahead of him that he had already completed. Jack complained about having to rewalk a long path to the Stanley Cup. They talked about teammates who felt like family but would still know them as strangers. Graduation, the Fourth of July they spent in Madison, their first Christmas together. Every important milestone of their relationship.

“And in this loop or timeline or whatever, we haven’t even kissed!” Bitty whispers, letting his head thunk back against the headrest. “I was at the point where I was out of college, happy with my career, and hiding a ring from you!”

“You weren’t!” Jack says out loud before dropping back into a whisper. “I was doing the same thing.” They both start laughing. It’s the perfect time to have a second first kiss. They lean in towards each other, their lips meet, and–

–They’re back in their apartment. Bitty sits bolt upright in their bed and turns to Jack. For a fleeting second, he thinks about pretending the last several months just didn’t happen. Jack sits up too, and their eyes meet.

“Did that just–”

“Your frog year take two–” They dissolve into relieved laughter.

“I thought I was going to have to take calc again!”

“I thought I was going to have to listen to you complain about calc again,” Jack says before Bitty smacks him with a pillow. “Kidding! Kind of! Wait, weren’t we just saying that we wanted to propose to each other?” He throws himself out of bed and runs to start rummaging through various coat pockets.

“Oh no, you’re not going to propose to me before I can propose to you!” 

Everything is as it should be once more.

Olivia Puckett as Zoe Murphy

Here, I’m gonna analyze and describe Olivia Puckett’s performance as Zoe Murphy, and the ways in which it differed from Laura Dreyfuss’s. Enjoy!

First of all, Olivia Puckett is a blessing to us all. I love her so much (have you seen her Instagram stories?!) you all have no idea. She was so sweet, so good.

I’ll start from the beginning. Instantly, right as she entered during “Anybody Have a Map” her differences with Laura Dreyfuss were evident. She slouched in her chair, her foot giggling under the table. Also, with Connor, her dialogue was lighter, in a way. She delivered the “He’s definitely high” line almost jokingly, like she was just this younger sister poking fun at her brother. It wasn’t disapproving and harsh the way Laura’s delivery felt.

Even while they were exchanging “Fuck you’s!” they seemed more like siblings messing around than two extremely damaged teenagers taking out their anger on each other. It honestly felt like a normal sibling relationship. She wasn’t even yelling, and neither was Mike Faist. It wasn’t mean or anything. It was. Good.

Even when she marched off the stage, proclaiming that she’d leave without Connor if he doesn’t spead up, I felt as though she wouldn’t leave without him. Like that was yet another joke. No big deal. Like she’d wait in the driveway for him to come, and maybe give him a bit of a hard time about it all later, but that they’d laugh about it next week or something.

Then, she met Evan. She rushed over to him in the middle of WTAW, and he instantly recoiled, his shoulders turning inwards, his eyes on the ground, his hands twitching. She seemed genuinely concerned. Her voice was low, and she seemed to purposefully stay away from him, almost fearful of scaring him, while simultaneously wanting to be closer.

When she called Connor “a psychopath,” it sounded like she was angry with Connor for pushing Evan, who obviously didn’t deserve anything, but wasn’t disgusted or hateful. She didn’t sound like she hated Connor. Or even really disliked him. Just has a stereotypical teenage sibling relationship that’s a bit edgy.

When she walked away– “Okay…Jose…” –she turned around and looked back at Evan before leaving, almost fondly. It almost gave me the impression that this crush was requited, and perhaps had been for some time. That Evan’s love for Zoe wasn’t one-sided, that Zoe didn’t grow into liking Evan throughout the musical, but actually, in fact, liked him before it even began.

She entered, again, before “For Forever” and I could see a physical change that occurred in her during the 10 minutes or so she was off-stage. I could almost see her lose Connor, in that entrance. As she noticed Evan’s presence, she didn’t ask “Why is he here” like “Why is this weird kid in our house” but more like “Why is Evan, who I talked to in the hallway a few days ago, here?

Throughout the dinner before “For Forever,” she did this leg jiggle again. Which was. So fascinating. She had these particular ticks, ones which almost mirrored Evan’s. They seemed like two pieces of the same pie, in their own peculiar way. Simply, if Olivia Puckett announces one day that Zoe Murphy has a minor anxiety disorder, I would believe her in a heartbeat.

When she retorted about good times with Connor, saying that “There were no good times!” she didn’t sound like a possibly abused sibling. She sounded almost angry with herself, as though she was wondering why she didn’t notice something was wrong with Connor, as though she wished she’d tried harder. She didn’t sound like someone who was wronged and was furious, she sounded like someone who was remembering her entire childhood and trying to pinpoint where everything went wrong.

Laura’s Zoe seemed like a young person who suddenly lost control over seemingly everything in her life, someone who was almost drowning. Olivia’s Zoe seemed like a young person who had just temporarily misplaced control, someone who was floating just above the water’s surface.

During “Requiem,” Olivia cried, actually cried, which is something Laura definitely did not do. 

The whole “You were not the monster that I knew” thing was much less believable. But the “You’ve given me my brother back. Thank you.” thing at the end of “You Will Be Found” was so. much. more. believable.

I really felt for Olivia’s Zoe. “Requiem” was when I started crying fully during this performance, rather than during “You Will Be Found” (which normally what gets me). I felt her loss so deeply and profoundly, like she was taking the whole audience on this journey with her.

She truly seemed to mourn Connor, to have loved her brother. She seemed so devastated during “If I Could Tell Her” that she never got to tell Connor what she thought. 

It was just a different kind of loss.

As well, her relationship with Evan was so vastly different. She seemed to be more interested in him specifically and less interested in his connection with her brother. At the end of “You Will Be Found” when she kissed Evan the second time, she kept a hand on his when he pulled away. When he kissed her back, she wrapped her arms around him and like hug-kissed him. In the boot, with Laura Dreyfuss, Evan leaned Zoe into her back on the bed. 

The opposite happened here, with Zoe really taking control of their kissing, pushing Evan into the bed.

Also, during “Only Us” she put a hand on either side of Evan’s face and held him so softly when she sang “We can’t compete with all that” rather than motioning with one hand (see: Laura and Ben’s performance of “Only Us” on Seth Meyers). There was a part where she sat on Evan’s bed and Evan kneeled before her, and she held both of his hands between hers.

They held hands whenever they were together after that, honestly. During “Only Us,” Zoe normally kisses Evan once, at the very end of the song. Here, Olivia kissed Ben three (3) times. Twice while singing and once at the end of the song.

I cannot over-exaggerate the softness in her eyes when she looked at him. In all honestly, y’all, I felt myself really loving their relationship, which isn’t something I did beforehand. 

With Laura’s Zoe, I never would recommend Zoe and Evan being together for their own health. With Olivia’s Zoe, if they had met under different circumstances, if Evan hadn’t lied, I firmly believe that they could’ve had a healthy and happy relationship.

And the kegger skit!!! OMG!! She did the same dorky voice that Evan did with “til your mom gets home” when she said “in three hours!!” and they laughed. They laughed a lot.

It was so interesting to see almost Ben’s reactions as an actor to what Olivia was giving him. This was only the second time they’d ever done the show together in those characters, and it must’ve been so unusual to what he had been doing for the past hundred or so performances.

Zoe was so sweet? And? So strong? And never once mean to Evan? With Olivia, the whole “you don’t have to keep saying sorry….I was a little impressed, you ruined it” thing wasn’t as weird? It didn’t feel uncomfortable. It felt like: Zoe liked soft Evan, who apologizes all the time, she just wanted him to be comfortable enough around her to not feel like he had to apologize, rather than wanting him to change.

She felt like a young girl, who had suffered an immense loss, who was coping as best as she possibly could. She wasn’t some semi-popular girl who Evan liked purely because he thought she was hot (neither, of course, is Laura’s Zoe, or any form of Zoe, in fact). She was a multi-dimensional person who existed in her own right outside of anyone else. There was no room to see her as anyone else.

When she found out about Evan’s lie, it was almost more devastating. 

I would have believed her if she had said she loved Evan. 

Laura’s Zoe was angry and possibly depressed. She was desperate to grab a hold onto anything in her life, her life which was quickly spiraling out of control before her eyes. There, Evan seemed like the perfect person to grab onto, someone that was malleable and almost willing to be controlled.

Olivia’s Zoe felt in-control, like she knew what she was doing and knew where she would be in ten years, she just wasn’t there quite yet.

She obviously loved Connor and was mourning his death, but there didn’t seem to be as much guilt involved.

In her final scene, where she met Evan at the orchard, she, like Evan, seemed to have also gone through a metamorphosis. She seemed to have grown so much, and she held her head higher, too, just like Evan. To me, Zoe is a lead character, sharing the female lead title with Heidi Hansen, rather than a supporting character.

I love Laura Dreyfuss with my entire heart and soul, and her Zoe was a very particular character as well. It’s hard to pinpoint the exact differences between her Zoe and Olivia’s Zoe, because they are both truly incredible. Both woman are powerhouses of whom I will forever be in awe. Both portrayals make Zoe a fascinating, dynamic, complex, female character, one that is much, much more than a love interest or plot point. She, in some aspects, feels like the beating heart of the show. It’s hard to put my connection with her into words.

Again, like I said with Michael Lee Brown’s Jared vs. Will Roland’s Jared, neither performance was better. Both are heart-wrenching and powerful and conveyed a message to the audience, reached out and grabbed our hearts in their hands. Both are incredible. Just very, very different.

Essentially, Olivia Puckett’s performance was incredible. Unbelievable actually. Any desire to not want to see the understudies is pointless and wrong, let me tell you. This entire cast and entire crew are the most talented people I’ve ever seen.

A very long time ago @jennthereaper and @simplyn2deep both sent me this prompt, and I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long, but the other day I was finally inspired to take a stab at it. I hope you enjoy!

From The Way You Said “I Love You” 

#26 Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

Please, Derek, please, I–“ Stiles chokes back the beginnings of tears and clutches harder at the sleeve of Derek’s jacket. He’s on his knees, having tripped in his scramble to get to Derek from the other side of the loft. “I love you, okay? And I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, I’ve been a coward about this whole thing, but I love you. And I know you love me too. I know you do, and I need you not to leave like this, fuck, Derek, please don’t do this.”

Derek stares down at him for a long time, heart clenched in his throat.

And then he looks up at where the other Stiles is pursing his lips in a hard frown as he watches the scene.

“It isn’t real?” Derek asks for the hundredth time since the other Stiles, the real Stiles, showed up in this apparent dreamscape.

Stiles shakes his head stiffly.

The Stiles on the floor is still pleading with him around tears, but the noises of his despair are starting to fade, as if Derek were now hearing him from a distance. Even his heartbeat, a sound that Derek has been clinging to as an anchor for what feels like forever, begins to disappear.

Derek swallows and steels himself against feeling anything more than determination to get through this newest mess.

“What now?” he asks, tone clinical and firm.

Stiles answers him in a similar tone, his expression betraying nothing about what’s going on in his own head. A far cry from the Stiles that Derek first met a couple years ago, terrified and mouthy and young. “Now you wake up.”

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Mr. Min - Chapter 06

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 26,321 

A/N: I’m so sorry.  I don’t think I’m capable of doing short chapters anymore.  Feel free to read this on AO3 instead if your app messes up.  

And a huge round of applause to the always lovely, @avveh, for beta-ing this behemoth.  I’m so sorry to put you through that lol.

Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 

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aquiver | 03 (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings: mature themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language, some type of fluff
words: 10,909
summary: Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…
note. inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the character’s past occupation haha

» playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 |

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Tantalizing: 07

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Dom!Jungkook, Intercourse, Oral, Blowjob, Hair Pulling, Tons of Fucking Angst, Masturbating, Exhibitionism, Overstimulation, Slight Degrading Names?
Word Count: 6,631

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Long time coming

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, hot coffee, Steve and Sam are bratty.

A/N: I needed something short and sweet. So here it is. Enjoy! x 

Summary: a morning incident involving hot coffee finally brings Y/N and Bucky together. 

The moment Y/N walked the kitchen door of the small cabin, Bucky’s eyes were fixed on her. Even though she just woke up and looked a mess with her bedhead and her oversized MIT jersey, he couldn’t stop watching her. As she reached over to the coffee machine she moaned softly -but dramatically- at the movements she had to make to get her daily fuel.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile. She always had a dramatic streak, in a humorous kind of way.

“You alright there, soldier?” He chuckled at her, trying his best to not stare at her ass when she reached up to grab a mug from the cupboard. She wasn’t wearing anything but her cotton panties underneath the MIT jersey, and Bucky wasn’t complaining. 

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Be More Chill Sky High AU

I saw this textpost here by dear-enjolras-hansen and was inspired to make a bmc sky high au! I remember watching the movie as a kid and loving it. But, yeah, go read the DEH one cause it’s real fun and cute!


  • Telepathy/Mind control
  • His mind control powers only came to him in his junior year, and they’re not full brainwashing
  • Basically he can’t actually force people to do something, but he can place powerful feelings of wanting to do it in the person’s head
  • His telepathy is full blown though and he can’t turn it on or off
  • But when he gets flustered or goes through strong emotions other people’s thoughts get jumbled in with his own and he can’t really tell the difference
  • His telepathy only came in sophomore year so freshman year he was powerless and therefore placed as a sidekick
  • Even in sophomore year his telepathy was kind of useless in combat so it wasn’t until junior year when his mind control kicked in that he was moved up to hero
  • He’s always felt really inadequate and weak because of his powers or lack therefore of
  • The fact that he can hear people’s snide thoughts about him also put a dent in his self esteem
  • He got called creep a lot because people accused him of purposefully listening in on their thoughts
  • Once he got moved up to hero people started to like him a lot more though
  • He initially lets it go to his head and basically abandons Michael and Christine
  • Buuuut eventually he snaps out of it and realises he’s been a dick
  • (His guilty pleasure is listening in to Michael think about dorky things like video games and poptarts)
  • The only time he ever used his mind control outside of combat was to guide people to the right questions during tests
  • Eventually they fiqured him out and he has to take exams after school now
  • Realised end of sophomore year he’s in love with Michael
  • Realises that all of Michael’s thoughts are less bromantic and more romantic
  • Runs up to Michael last day before spring break and declares his love in the middle of the school hall
  • They kiss and there’s no voices in his head for a moment


  • Sooo everybody thinks it’s going to be technopathy but it’s actually sound manipulation
  • It’s pretty cool, he can make really good music with it
  • He can also kind of use it in combat like Coach Boomer
  • Basically he can use sound waves as a physical force
  • But he fails to portray that in initiation so he gets put as a sidekick
  • He isn’t too bothered about it because, hey, he’s got Jeremy
  • And that girl Christine seems nice
  • His powers came to him in middle school so he’s basically known since then he wants to go into composing
  • He spends his free time hanging out with Jeremy and Christine, making music, and researching 90s super heroes and sidekicks
  • Even though he’s doesn’t become popular until him and Jeremy make up after their fight, ever since first year he’s been hired as the DJ for every major event at school
  • He writes sappy love songs dedicated to Jeremy and only lets Christine and Chloe listen to them
  • They’re really good
  • One day Jeremy finds them and like… Michael basically dies of embarrassment
  • It’s all good though cause it ends in happy making out
  • Doesn’t actually really care all that much about superheros or superpowers
  • He’s more interested in human culture
  • He’s one of the only kids at their school that doesn’t immediately judge people by their powers


  • Shapeshifting
  • It was actually only a week before the start of her freshman year that her powers came to her
  • She can shapeshift into any animal or human
  • But she really hates using her powers for combat so she was placed as a sidekick
  • This is mostly due to the fact that during initiation she only shapeshifted into a toucan, a bunny, and Lindsey Lohan
  • She shapeshifts a lot
  • Christine aint afraid to use her powers basically every ten minutes
  • She just loves changing randomly into a gecko
  • She’ll often change herself to look like Jake to confuse people
  • Jake finds it absolutely hilarious
  • She also likes to play harmless pranks on people
  • Like everything’s normal and then BAM elephant in the canteen
  • One time she changed into a frog and snuck into Chloe’s school bag to surprise her
  • Needless to say she was almost turned into an icicle by accident
  • Even though she’s a sidekick and not really in any popular circles, everybody likes her so she’s kind of friends with everybody
  • She’s really close friends with Jeremy and Michael though so she confides mostly in them and vice versa
  • She’s super close with Jenna after junior year as well so they have kind of a queer platonic relationship going on
  • For three years she’s had to hear about Michael’s ‘unrequited’ love for Jeremy and then when they finally got together Jake tells her he’s got a massive crush on Rich
  • And she’s just like crying to Jenna “Why do people ask me for relationship advice, I’m demiromantic, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing!”


  • This boi is pyrokinetic!
  • His powers came to him during the summer holidays before sophomore year
  • When he came back he showed off like nobody’s business and they moved him up to hero
  • He’s popular but everybody is lowkey scared of him
  • Then one day at a party he has a mental break down due to stress of family life and identity crises and all this shit
  • And he accidentally burned down Jake’s house and put him and Jake in hospital
  • After that he was super afraid of using his powers at all and was at risk of being moved down to sidekick again which would absolutely crush his self esteem
  • It was actually Jeremy that came up to him and sat him down and let him talk out all his emotions
  • The next day Jeremy took Jake aside and told him how guilty Rich feels
  • Rich and Jake have a long conversation about it and Jake tells him that just because he messed up once doesn’t mean he should stop using his powers
  • Rich gets mental health support and starts building up his life again
  • And all his friends are there to support him as he does
  • He also realises he’s bi
  • Makes an appalling amount of fire puns
  • Has a tiny crush on Jake and ends up going to prom with him
  • They spend the night together and after that start dating
  • It’s pretty good
  • Rich used to bully Jeremy about his powers but now they’re an really good terms
  • Him and Brooke basically talk to eachother about everything
  • She just gets him so they have a close platonic relationship
  • One year they went as a sexy angel and sexy devil for halloween
  • (Rich was the devil)


  • Super speed/Super strength
  • Immediately put as a hero without having to do initiation because of his parents
  • Jake’s had his powers since he was like ten so he knows how to use them really well
  • In school, people with more than one super power are already admired, that’s why Jeremy suddenly became really popular when he realised he could use mind control
  • But Jake’s just naturally an awesome guy
  • He’s basically the most popular guy in sky high
  • He prefers using his super speed more than his super strength but he’s well trained in both
  • Pretty much set for life since his mums were both well known superheros
  • He’s following in their footsteps
  • Already stopped a few small bank robberies
  • Dated Chloe all throughout freshman year
  • Broke up with her when he realised he was only with her because they were both the ‘most popular girl/boy in school’
  • Dated Brooke for a bit in sophomore year and then went on a few dates with Christine in junior year
  • Drunkenly made out with Jeremy one time during Jeremy’s ‘popular’ phase
  • Basically he’s hooked up with a bunch of kids at school
  • Because he’s seen as the ‘golden boy’, he feels a lot of pressure to do well as well as keep up his image to his classmates
  • Turns to sex and alcohol for stress release
  • He had a problem and refused to get help but after he almost burned to death and was put in hospital it was kind of like a wake up call for him
  • He got his shit together and he still regularly goes to AA meetings
  • Gets an extreme puppy love crush on Rich their senior year
  • Keeps doing things like lifting up benches or running to catch footballs on the other side of the school to try and impress him
  • It works out well in the end
  • Really good friends with Brooke, Chloe and Jenna
  • They make him carry their shopping bags and sometimes them when they go shopping


  • Ice powers
  • She’s had her powers since the end of elementary school so she’s really talented with using them
  • She can kick ass in combat but also uses her powers to create ice sculptures and cool her drinks up in the summer
  • Put as hero no question
  • Best at combat in sky high behind Jake
  • On her way to becoming a great superhero
  • Is often called ‘Ice Queen’
  • She likes it and is thinking of using it for her alias
  • Has to deal with a lot of Elsa jokes
  • She just freezes people to get them to shut the fuck up about it
  • Loves to pair up with Rich during training
  • Watching them spar is spectacular
  • Her, Brooke, Rich and Jake are all training buddies
  • In her senior year she becomes basically best friends with Michael
  • They sit and bitch about people while listening to Michael’s latest composition
  • After Brooke and Jake broke up Chloe and Brooke started up a ‘friends with benefits thing’
  • Then Chloe realised she was actually in love with Brooke and wanted to cuddle and kiss her non-sexually
  • So she puts up a massive ice sculpture outside Brooke’s house one day junior year  that says ‘BE MY GIRLFRIEND
  • They become a couple
  • Has been close friends with Jenna since they were kids, and even though she acts like she’s perpetually annoyed by her, Chloe is super overprotective of Jenna
  • Like she’s overprotective of all her friends (especially Brooke), but like it’s really noticeable with Jenna
  • Once knocked a guy out for making fun of Jenna being a sidekick
  • She’s a very angry teen just cause of social and academic pressure, as well as her crippling insecurity
  • When she’s super angry she’ll storm off to be alone
  • And just sit and let the things around her slowly be overtaken by frost and ice
  • Turns lakes into ice rinks in the summer for her and her friends to skate on


  • Flight
  • Brooke’s had her powers since she was a baby
  • Her parents had to put an extra secure cage on her cot so that she would stop whizzing around her room at midnight
  • She also had to be put on a child leash for her toddler years
  • She loves flying so much
  • Hardly ever walks anywhere
  • Just floats around like 3 cm off the ground
  • Hero
  • She’s great in combat and is expected to be a superhero in the future
  • But she has her heart set on being a trainer
  • The spotlight kind of freaks her out so she’s much happier supporting people instead
  • Has been pining over Chloe since middle school and when she wakes up to see the ice sculpture in her garden she flies down from her bedroom window and scoops Chloe up superman style and kisses her
  • When she gets upset she flies up to a really high cloud and just kind of… sits there and cries
  • She like to fly around with Christine when she’s shapeshifted into a bird
  • She gets called ‘airhead’ a lot as a joke and even though she laughs along it makes her quite self conscious about her intelligence
  • She just feels like everybody always only sees her power when they look at her and not her
  • BFFs with Rich
  • Even though she’s scared to stand up for herself she’ll protect her friends against bullies
  • If anybody makes fun of any of her friends she takes their school bag or some other possession and puts it on the roof of the school
  • And then refuses to get it down for them


  • Technopath
  • Nobody expected it because everybody forgets the fact that Jenna is actually super smart
  • She’s super good with any kind of technology, but especially mobile devices
  • Constantly has her phone with her
  • Is initially placed as hero in freshman year but she mostly uses her powers to snoop on people’s group chats and the school’s secrets
  • Cause she could not give less of a shit about being a superhero
  • She gets moved down to sidekick halfway through freshman year
  • The only thing she’s worried about is that her popularity is rapidly decreasing
  • She starts getting left out of loads of shit because being a sidekick means you’re a loser, basically
  • But she manages to crawl her way back up the social ladder due to her friendships with Chloe, Brooke and Jake
  • But everybody just completely labels her as a sidekick tagging along behind a group of heroes
  • So she always just assumes that people are friends with her out of pity or to utilise her power in some way
  • It takes a lot of time and reassurance from her friends to realise that that isn’t the case
  • She actually starts to care about her future in like sophomore year and starts to work hard on training with her powers and her grades
  • End of senior year she gets an offer to work with the government which she takes
  • Really close friends with Christine
  • They move in together after high school
  • They’re quite codependent on each other but not in an unhealthy way
  • They’re just super close
  • The lines between a platonic and romantic relationship between them are blurred
  • Close friends with Chloe and texts her about every piece of gossip she hears
  • Favourite hobby is hacking into homophobes/transphobes/racists/etc blogs and changing them to look like foot fetish blogs

I may have to write a fic of this… But yeah. BMC Sky High AU

playing with fire

*gif credit to owner @jungkook-gifs*

pairing: you x Jungkook 

themes: idol!jungkook, friendswithbenefits!au, older!oc, older!jungkook

warnings: swearing, slightly smutty, angst, fluff

word count: 9.8+k

summary: they say friends with benefits never works. fun turns into feelings and everyone gets hurt. you and jungkook are no different to the stereotype. jungkook is in too deep for comfort and you’re not sure if you can return what he wants. after all, he is a sought after celebrity and you know the consequences of playing with a little too much fire.


The sun is bright, almost too bright as you finally open your eyes from your deep slumber. Not only is the sun too bright, but it is also too damn hot in this room. Your vision blurs together to a couple seconds before it clears, comprehending my surroundings. A familiar sight covers your eyes and you go to stretch your body out until you are halted by a heavy entity; another body. You glance up to the left to be met with soft brown hair dangling, closed eyes, and slightly parted mouth that breathes slowly in and out. Memories flash across your mind as you remember the first time you saw the now familiar face.

8 Months Ago

“A vodka tonic please,” you say confidently with a stern voice as you sit back in the barstool you resided in. The bartender gives you a nod and a smile before he starts to create the simple concoction. You grab your phone and quickly message back your roommate Jihyun who is currently drowning in school work.

this bitch seriously has the nerve to give us a twenty page paper and an entire novel due on the same day… seriously thinking about dropping out

honey, that’s what you sign up for when you go to get a phd in english 

You send the message with a quick giggle to yourself and you hear your glass finally being placed in front of you. 

“Thanks,” you smile to the bartender and you do not hesitate to pick up the glass and take a generous sip. You suddenly feel a presence two seats down from you and you glance over to find a man whose face is pretty much hidden underneath a black mask, hair covered with a black beanie. 

The guy pulls down his mask briefly to order a soju, but then all too soon he shoves the mask back up his face. You do not even realize you are still looking at him until he glances over at you, his deep brown eyes meeting yours. You tear your eyes away from him to continue sipping on your drink as you go through the different social medias on your phone. 

“You know-“ a sudden voice interrupts what you are doing and you look up, seeing that the masked boy is talking to you, “Looking at you, you seem like one of those girls who like that fruity shit that these places have, so I’m impressed,” and even though you cannot see his mouth, you sense he is smirking at his words. You get that the boy is referencing your pretty much straight vodka drink and you chuckle. 

“Well, I’m definitely not your typical girl,” you laugh, tilting your head some, turning your attention to the boy. You have been in Seoul for about a year now and it’s not strange to you that a native is talking to you, as it has happened a lot throughout the year. One thing you have noticed about Korean men, when they see a foreigner that catches their eye, they are pretty hellbent on at least having a conversation with them, if not more. Which on some occasions, you had taken up the offers. 

“What brings you here tonight?” the boy asks curiously, and to your surprise, he pulls his mask down so you can now fully see his face. You take immediate notice into how attractive he is. Kind of manly but has a boyish look at the same time. Another thing that sticks out is the scar on his cheek. 

“Well, my job has kicked my ass this week,” you breathe out, leaning your elbows on the bar giving him a curious look. “What about you?” you inquire.

The boy shrugs, “Pretty much the same reason,” he takes a big gulp of his soju. “Although, as much as I like soju, I don’t think its gonna cut it for me tonight,” he suddenly speaks up gaining your attention even more, “Hey, can I get two shots of your finest tequila,” he shoots in quick Korean and you raise an eyebrow at him. 

The bartender quickly gets the man his shots before he slides one over to you. You give him a curious look before you smirk, grabbing the small glass. 

“Cheers,” he gives you a deep smile within his eyes and you both tip the glasses back, feeling the burn in the back of you throat as the liquid glides down the pipe. 

You and this boy, which you finally learn his name to be Jeongguk, actually end up getting on pretty well. He moves down a seat so you two are now beside each other emerged into conversation. Jeongguk continues to order a couple more shots for the both of you and before you know it, both of you are basically drunk and both of you are really into each other. 

The next thing you know, you both are leaving the bar in a hurry, masks going on both of your faces and you do not know how long it takes for the two of you to be stumbling into his apartment complex, lips on each others like fire, hands tugging and pulling at clothes, and soon, you are underneath him, your nails digging into his flesh as you seal everything with a kiss. 


Jeongguk’s body stirs as you try to pry your legs away from the mess underneath the sheets. Once you are finally free from the overly hot space, you glance up and to your disappointment, you had in fact woken him up. His brown eyes stare back at you for a small smile forms on his lips. 

“Good morning,” he says simply, stretching his arms a little above his head. “Why the hell is it a million degrees in this room?” he suddenly perks up, giving you a weird look. 

“I’m wondering the same thing, although my intuition tells me that it is the work of Jimin,” you say with a small laugh as the two of you naturally separate yourselves on the bed to make it more comfortable. “And as I always say, a woman’s intuition is never wrong,” you give Jeongguk a smirk. 

He returns one as he gets up from the bed and you do not even bother to look away from his naked frame as you have seen it many times now. He pulls on a pair of his grey sweatpants before going to the door, peeking his head out. 

“Jimin, I swear if this house doesn’t feel like Antarctica in twenty minutes I’m going to kill you!” he half heartedly shouts and you cannot help but laugh at his humor. It’s not that his “threat” was funny, it’s funny because even though he is man, he is basically a kid inside. Jeongguk shuts his door again before turning his attention back to you. 

You pull up the covers over your naked torso as you reach over to the nightstand and grab your glasses, as you were not dealing with your contacts today. In an instant, you look up for a split second and your lips are caught on his in a welcoming, soft kiss. You sigh into the kiss, savoring it sweetly.

“We have dance practice and rehearsals pretty much all day today,” he says as he gently pulls away from you. 

“When don’t you,” you say rhetorically, giving him a light chuckle. Jeongguk raises his eyebrows before tilting his head reluctantly. 

“If we have spare time, maybe you can come over again or we can go out to do something?” he offers as he gives you a big sweatshirt to put on for the time being. 

You and Jeongguk’s story may have started that one fateful night at a random bar in Seoul, but so far, it has almost been like a Harry Potter book; never ending. No, you two were not dating. Yes, you two did hang out a lot which often turned into heated and lustful sex. Did you two mind it? Hell no. You can remember the night he talked about his plan with you like it was the back of your palm. 


7 Months Ago

“What did you just ask me?” you ask, your tone high and your eyes wide. You looked at Jeongguk as if he was insane. You are just happy that his roommate Jimin is not here to hear this conversation.

Jeongguk honestly had not planned on you questioning his proposition so he was a little stumped to say the least. 

“Uh,” he starts, “Let me rephrase,” he pauses again, looking deep into your eyes, a little unsure about his idea now that you have cocked an unexpected attitude with him. “How would you like it if we, like us… were kind of…like there for each other in times of um, sexual…needs,” he says slowly but he still manages to stumble over his words. 

You give him a blank look, blinking a few times trying to comprehend what he just said. 

You open your mouth hesitantly, “So.. you basically want to be fuck buddies with me?” you raise your eyebrow at him. 

He opens his mouth as if he is going to shoot you another long answer, but instead he sighs, scratching the back of his head, “Yeah..” he says slowly and you can see a pink color beginning to rise upon his cheeks. 

“Hm-“ you start to say something before he interjects you. 

“I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, honestly it was stupid of me to ask, but I mean,we can also just try it out to see how we like it, I mean I won’t even be here a lot but for when I am here I guess, there always is that saying don’t knock it until you try it-“ 

“Jeon,” you say sternly, suppressing a laugh inside of your throat, “Slow down,” you finally release your laugh and he breathes out heavily as if he just got a weight off of his chest. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, his shyness coming out. Jeongguk is a lot more shy than you expected. The night you first slept together he was open like a book, but I guess alcohol can do that to you. Suddenly, he begins to start talking again however you zone out for a moment, deciding to think about his proposition. At first, you did think the idea was crazy, but after getting to know him for about a month after you slept with each other, and you cannot forget when you did sleep with each other how good it was. Besides, he was fun to hang out with and you love sex, so what could go wrong?

“Sure,” you interject quickly, not even realizing you said that out loud until you see Jeongguk’s shocked facial expression. 

“Really?” he says surprised, licking his lips quickly. 

You take in a deep breath, “Yes, but only if we can stay friends and not have this become awkward, I like your cooking and Jimin too much,” you say confidently. He gives you a reassuring look before agreeing to it. 

Ten minutes later, you two are back in his bedroom, already putting the plan into affect. 


“If we have spare time, maybe you can come over again or we can go out to do something?” Jeongguk’s question rings through your head again, kind of taken aback by the idea. 

In the eight months you have known him, you two rarely went out, and when you did, it was on your terms to get groceries or something like that. You two never really went on “dates” simply because of the fact of who he was. 

“Hm?” you inquire, hinting the obvious attitude in your tone. While Jeongguk does wear masks, some people’s eyesight is too great for the fabric covering his face. He gives you a weird look before opening his mouth again. 

“I mean, don’t you wanna get out of our apartments once in awhile?” he says, his eyes lighting up at the idea. “We could go see a late movie or something?” 

“But we’re not dating,” you shoot your answer out quicker than you expected, not thinking it through. “And plus, you know the risks about going out, hell you barely go out by yourself,” you say looking at him intensely. 

Jeongguk stays quiet, looking around his room for a moment. For a twenty-three year old, he was still childish and craved attention like a baby, which is what you concluded for the reason of his proposition of going out. 

“Yeah, you’re right,” he says after a moment of silence, scratching the back of his head. All of a sudden your stomach growls loudly and he laughs, “You hungry?” 

“Can you tell?” you laugh, throwing your hair up into a ponytail on top of your head, raising an eyebrow towards him. 

“Come on, I’ll fix you something,” he says offering you a hand to get you out of his bed. You take it generously, however you drop it as soon as you stand up. The past seven months, you meant what you said when you did not want things to become awkward. That is why you, perhaps more so than Jeongguk, have avoided the “couple” stuff. Once again you blamed his inner child craving attention for his attempts of extra affection towards you. Before you leave his room, you glance around seeing the piles of records, achievements, and posters, reminding you perhaps the main reason you have kept your distance from Jeongguk - although your stubbornness would never let you think that. 


6 Months Ago 

It was a Friday night. You were in pajamas, curled up on the couch of your apartment, finishing up some paperwork for your job due on Monday. Normally on a Friday you would be heading over to Jimin’s and Jeongguk’s place, however, for the past two weeks Jeongguk said he was going home to visit family since he has not seen them for awhile. 

“[y/n]?” Jihyun’s voice echoes through the hallway, quite loudly you must say. 
“Yes?” you say, glancing away from the workload in front of you for what seems like the first time in four hours. 

“Come here,” she says in a wary tone. You move all of the stuff on top of you to your right before you make your way down the hall, into her bedroom. 

“What?” you ask. 

“What did you say that guy’s name was you’ve been hanging out with?” she looks at you as she closes the book I presume is for university on her bed. 

“Jeongguk, why?” you answer simply. You obviously did not give much details about the relationship you two had, but you had figured being the good person you are, Jihyun would want to know where you were going every weekend. She has met him a couple times, although his face mask was only off completely one time for her to see him fully. 

“Isn’t.. that.. him?” she points to the TV in front of her bed, a confused look on her face. You glance over to the TV doing a double take. Your eyes widen at the TV, as your mouth gapes open slightly. You both tune into the TV, listening to the broadcaster. 

“Bangtan Sonyeondan has comeback for one last time before their eldest member Jin, enrolls into the military early next year. Jin, Suga, J-Hope, leader Rap Monster, V, Jimin, and maknae Jungkook are all very excited yet very emotional about the new comeback.” 

Suddenly the camera pans over the people she named and you feel your heart stop when you see Jeongguk, your Jeongguk, or now you guess Jungkook, on national TV, smiling and bubbly as ever. You also see Jimin! What?!

“What the fuck?!” you yell looking over to Jihyun, “He’s a k-pop star?!” you say in disbelief, “Did you know about this?” you look over to her and she puts her hands up in defense. 

“No, I swear!” she says glancing back over to the TV. 

“I thought you were into that k-pop stuff? How did you not know? You’re Korean for godsakes! I’m the one who should be out of the loop,” you say, not meaning to ramble so much but you honestly cannot believe what you are seeing. Did he think you were never going to find out? 

“I was into that shit when I was like sixteen, I-I mean I’ve know of Bangtan for a few years, but they’ve all grown up, I don’t know, I just didn’t recognize them I guess, but one thing is for sure, that is definitely the Jeongguk you’ve brought over here before,” she states, her tone showing confusion herself. 

“Oh my god,” you breathe out glancing over to the TV, seeing his face alone on the TV. 
“We cannot wait to see what this comeback has in store for us, please love and support Bangtan! Fighting!” Jeongguk flashes his perfect - wait no, just smile giving the camera guy two peace signs. 

“I am going to kill him,” you say, watching his every move on the TV. “Yup, I’m gonna kill him.” 

It is approximately four days after the TV incident when Jeongguk texts you about wanting to see you since he is back in town. 

“Back in town my ass,” you scoff to yourself, looking at the message. 

The past four days have allowed to think about what you have with Jeongguk a lot. He is now a popular, very sought after male idol who can make anyone thirst for his attention. You did your research on him trying to dig up anything he had never spoken about. So many award show appearances, awards, albums, tours, endorsements, rumors, and more; all with his face attached to each thing you look at. 

You moved to Korea not even blinking about getting into k-pop. Obviously you know about it as it is practically one of Korea’s proudest exports, however you saw it as something only teenagers should crave over, not your now twenty-four year old self. 

Realizing the power and influence Jeongguk had intimidated you. And you were not one to be intimidated. You now understood why he wore black masks everywhere. You now understood why you two never went out. And you now understood why he asked you to be friends with benefits since he obviously did not have the time to have a relationship - not that you were looking, but everything made sense now. 

You down at his message one more time before simply replying; 


That night, he texts you when he is almost at your apartment. You had told Jihyun you were going to confront him and thankfully, she had a night class on Thursdays so she would not be home at least until 10 or 11. 

You hear sudden knocks on your door and you do not even have to guess who it is. You open it to find him with a mask and a black hat covering his brown locks, which now look lighter as some peep through the bottom of the cap. 

“Hey [y/n],” he says with a smile on his face as you close the door, locking it back in place. “Sorry, my flight from Busan got delayed earlier, so I should have been back earlier,” he says completely taking his mask off. 

You look at him, taking in his handsome features, pursing your lips you cross your arms over your chest slightly hiding yourself. 

“What’s wrong?” he says, immediately noticing a change from your usual flirty and humorous self. 

You had thought about how you were going to approach this conversation and being the strong, stubborn woman you were, you were not going to tip-toe around your point. 

“Do you think I’m stupid?” you say bluntly, him quickly being caught off guard from your words. 

“W-what?” he says, giving you a weird look. 

“Did you think I wasn’t going to find out? Find out about you? A-and Jimin too!” you say, having to bite your tongue at the anger you have been feeling the past few days. 

“What are you talking about?” he spits at you, his tone raising himself. Although, something in his eyes says he knows exactly what you are talking about. 

“Don’t play dumb with me,” you say rolling your eyes, “I know you weren’t in Busan Jeongguk,” you say shaking your head some. 

He opens his mouth but closes it quickly, as if he is unsure what to say. He breathes out heavily, closing his eyes briefly, “I-I’m sorry,” he says in a low voice, “I was trying to protect you,” he sighs. 

“I’m twenty-four years old Jeongguk, I think I can protect myself,” you shoot back as you can feel your face turning red. 

“No, not-like.. that,” he shakes his head, “My job is practically my life, it has been for nearly eight years… I-I know how ruthless outsiders can be not only to me, but others around me and I didn’t want that for you, hell you’re a foreigner you definitely don’t deserve that shit,” he says taking a step closer to you. 

You take a slow deep breath before saying what you needed to say, “I don’t think we need to continue this,” you say softly. 

“What?” Jeongguk pipes up, searching your eyes for answers. You look away, trying your best for him to understand. 

“I can’t keep doing this now that I know who you are,” you shake your head, “It’s not fair to me-“ 

“Wait, wait, hold up,” he interrupts you, “I’ve been an idol the whole time, what is the problem now that you know? Shouldn’t you be glad that you have an explanation for some of the stupid shit you know I make up?” 

You give him a weird look, “Jeongguk, you don’t understand, I thought you were a normal guy I met at a bar and someone I could have sex with once in awhile,” you spill truthfully. “I-I’m sorry, I just can’t do this anymore, it’s too weird for me.” 

He does not react at first and he looks around the apartment, as if he trying to think of something to say. You do not know why but you expected him to obliged and just gather his things to forget about you forever. Besides, he is a handsome celebrity, he could find any girl willing to sleep with him. 

However, Jeongguk does not leave and suddenly, he surprises you by doing the unthinkable. He strides a step towards you and crashes his lips down onto yours. At first your eyes are wide but soon after, you close them and bring your hands to his neck pulling him closer to you. The kiss has force behind of it, but he is gentle with you at the same time. You snap back into reality and push him away slowly. 

“Just let me show you I can be that normal guy you can have sex with once in awhile,” he says still holding your body close to him. You cannot help but get lost in his big brown eyes, after all they were the first feature you saw of his. 

“Fine,” you say and you feel him relax beneath your touch, “But don’t drag me into that world or whatever, I like being normal.” 

“I wouldn’t even think about babe,” he says with a smirk, leaning down to give you another small kiss which leaves a weird sensation in your stomach, although you cannot tell if it is good or bad. 

You remember the day you tried to break things off with Jeongguk vividly. It was so weird because you had never seen that side of him being so gentle and pleading so much. At least not in just a normal conversation. The same feeling that settled in your stomach that night he kissed you, now shows up every time he kisses you. You do think that Jeongguk is very attractive and one of the nicest guys you have met while living here, however, you do not let that distract you from the fact he is an idol. As much as your heart wants to like him on a deeper level, you refuse to bring yourself to do it. Besides, mixing feelings with sex with two people not in a relationship is never a good thing. 

To Jeongguk, that night in your apartment when you tried to end the “relationship,” he was scared for a moment. Obviously, he loved having sex with you, but building up to that, deep down he knew he had begun to develop feelings for you. After he kissed you with no sexual encounter in mind, something inside of him felt different. The underlying feelings he had for you began to set on fire inside of him. Now, every time he looks at you, a small pain hurts in his chest due to repressing his feelings. Jeongguk slightly vented about his feelings about you to Jimin one day after they had a few beers. Jimin basically said the cliche, “don’t mix feelings with sex.” It was all horse-shit to Jeongguk. He liked you too damn much not to try. So that is what he started to do. Try. 


“Hey [y/n], I got out earlier than expected, will you please just go out somewhere with me, I’m literally so bored,” Jeongguk begs to you on the phone as you make yourself some decaf coffee; your de-stress best friend, minus alcohol. 

“Uh,” you look at the time, 9:04, “I don’t know Jeongguk, it’s getting late,” you say. 

“Please [y/n], I just want to do something with you that does not involve a bed and moaning, although I am always down though,” he adds the last part quietly and you laugh to yourself rolling your eyes at him. 

“I don’t know,” you mumble, biting on your nails for a moment. You honestly could not figure out why he was being so persistent. 

“[y/n] please,” he drags out and you being you, you give into his word. “It’s better for me to go out at night anyways, less likely to be seen.” 

“Fine, take me to get ice cream,” you state, suddenly craving the sweet treat. 

“Hell yes, I’ll be over in ten minutes,” and with that he hangs up the phone. You let out a sigh before going to tell Jihyun you and Jeongguk are going out for ice cream. 

“Wow, you two are actually going out?” she inquires as you begin to freshen yourself up by putting on a clean pair of jeans and a simple sweater. “I thought you were against the couple stuff?”

“I am,” you state, throwing on a jacket over the sweater knowing it is pretty chilly this time of the year. 

“Then what are you doing?” she fires back.


“You say you hate that stuff yet you’re going to get ice cream with someone who is basically your boyfriend-“

“No he’s not,” you interject, shaking your head. You can see Jihyun rolling her eyes at you out of your peripheral vision, but you ignore her. You both hear knocks on the door and they are all too familiar. You rush to the door and slip your tennis shoes on quickly. 

“Hey,” Jeongguk smiles at you and surprisingly, his mask is already down.
“Hi,” you say grabbing your purse as you throwing it over your body, “I’ll be back!” you yell to Jihyun down the hallway. 

“I’ll be asleep!” she yells back which makes the both of you laugh. 

You two start to walk towards the elevator of the apartment complex before Jeongguk stops you, “Here,” he says handing you a white mask. You sigh, knowing that it is necessary even though it makes you feel anything but normal. 

Your heart pounds the whole time you and Jeongguk are walking down the busy streets of Seoul to get to your favorite ice cream parlor. You knew at any moment a fan of his could pop out of nowhere and figure out it was their beloved Jungkook behind the mask. You stayed close to him not wanting to become separated due to all of the people, even at this late hour. Once you finally arrive at the ice cream parlor, you are the one who takes off the mask, letting him keep his on. 

You order vanilla for him and mint-chocolate chip for yourself, becoming innerly excited about eating the sweet treat. 

After Jeongguk pays, he leads you to an outside area with tables and benches which have been decorated in pretty lights. He finds a seat for the two of you in perhaps the darkest area of the whole place before slipping his mask off. 

“Thank you for the ice cream,” you smile at him and he returns one. 

“No problem,” he shrugs, keeping his voice low. It’s times like this where you continue to question what you have with him. The friends with benefits thing is not normal in itself, however, not even able to do the “friends” part right is downright shitty. 

“How was today?” you ask him. 

He shrugs, “Same old, same old, it’s still weird not having Jin there though,” he mutters the last part, sadness covering his tone.

“Yeah, I’m sure he’s fine though,” you say trying to cheer him up.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk lets out a short laugh before taking in a big scoop of his ice cream.

You decide to perk up the conversation by asking your deepest curiosity.
“Why did you want to go out so bad?” you ask simply, thinking it was an innocent question. 

Jeongguk’s brown eyes look at you intensely, “I mean, I like spending time with you so why not?” he shrugs continuing to eat his ice cream. 

“You do?” you question, sounding a little dumbfounded. You never really thought about spending more time with him than you already do, at least outside of the bedroom. 

“I’ve kept up with you for eight months, so.. yeah.. kinda,” he chuckles giving you a weird look you cannot read. 

“Is Jimin still the only one who knows about this.. me?” you ask curiously. 

“As far as I know, but I think Tae is suspicious of something,” he says truthfully. 

“What’s their to be suspicious of? It’s not like we’re together so there’s no dirt really to dish there,” you say not thinking twice about what you were saying. 

Suddenly, Jeongguk opens his mouth hesitantly, like he does not really know what he is about to say, “I mean.. we basically are,” he says giving you a glance. Your eyebrows furrow, shooting him a weird look. 

“I don’t think so,” you laugh, brushing off his antics. 

“Why couldn’t it be?” Jeongguk all of a sudden shoots a question that you were not expecting. You look over to him quickly. 

“W-what?” you stare at him with a confused expression. 

“I mean, it-it’s just..” he pauses, shaking his head, “Never mind, we should get going, it’s getting late plus I need to be back at the apartment,” he changes the subject quickly, although his words are still stuck in your head. 

Why couldn’t it be? What did he mean by that? 

“Uh, yeah okay,” you say quietly, trying your best to shove those words out of your head, however words are easier to express than actions. 

The entire way back to your apartment is dead silent and you do not find yourself walking as close to Jeongguk as before. Your stomach is fluttering with a sick feeling. Your relationship or whatever anyone wanted to call it with Jeongguk you had thought was strictly just sex and maybe a few movies here and there. However, with Jeongguk’s words tonight, your idea about the relationship obviously was not on the same page as him. Frankly, that scared you. You decided to blame his weird words on his exhaustion and age. Like you have said before, he is younger and he wants attention. That is all it is.
Soon after the mental struggle ends in your head, you are standing at the door of your apartment with him. 

“Thanks for the ice cream again,” you finally break the silence between the two of you. Jeongguk smiles down at you, shrugging his shoulders. “Do you wanna come in?” you ask trying to break the tension between you two. 

“No, it’s fine, I gotta head back,” he says simply before taking a deep breath, “I’ll let you go.” 

“Okay, night Jeongguk,” you say turning around to unlock you door, however your arm is caught and you are whipped around again to be met with lips in front of you and the door against your back. 

It takes you a second to realize Jeongguk is kissing you, holding you close to him. The kiss is gentle, sweet, and tender. The same sickly-butterfly feeling drops into your stomach again. You kiss him back but you push yourself away gently after a few moments, slightly freaking out on the inside. 

“Goodnight, [y/n],” he says simply before placing a simple kiss on your nose, leaving you be, by yourself leaning against the door to your apartment.
Why couldn’t it be? 


The next few days are all a blur to you. You go to work, get drinks with Jihyun when she is free, and watch some shows on Netflix. Jeongguk has texted you multiple times however, you only reply occasionally. You were honestly surprised he had been able to text you so much considering him and the boys went to Japan for a few days for business. 

Ever since the night you two went to get ice cream, something inside of you felt different. As much as you wanted to suppress the thought, you could not hide the fact that there was something going on with Jeongguk. He is becoming more persistant about wanting to hang out, more open with his words, and more willing. Your intuition never proved you wrong and this time, your intuition is telling you that Jeongguk has feelings for you. As much as you wanted to deny it, you have been with too many guys and you know the signs like the back of your hand. 

As much as you like Jeongguk yourself, you do not know if you could handle being with him one-hundred percent. Just maybe if he wasn’t who he was, you would perhaps think about diving deeper into the relationship you shared, but you refused. You were not going to get hurt, or played, or made a fool out of. You were there for the sex and the sex only. 

You were in your room watching TV, sleep almost taking over your body but suddenly you hear knocks on the front door down the hallway. You almost rolled your eyes not wanting to get up from your comfortable bed, but you knew Jihyun definitely was not going to get up. 

You slowly walk down the hallway cursing to yourself wondering if it is the landlord of the apartment building because you suddenly could not remember if you and Jihyun had payed the rent last month. 

You quickly open the door and your eyes open wide at the sight. 

“Jeongguk?” you say in disbelief and you suddenly aren’t so tired anymore. 

“Hey,” he smiles at you before you step aside for him to come in. 
“I thought you were in Japan?” you question slowly, not sure if you are happy to see him or not. 

“We got back a couple hours ago,” he states in low voice, taking note that Jihyun was in her bedroom. 

“What are you doing here?” you say, the words coming out more spiteful than you meant them to. 

“I came to see you,” he says with an obvious ‘duh’ tone to his deep voice. 

“Jeongguk it’s late and I’m sure you’re tired-“

“What’s been up with you lately?” Jeongguk suddenly interrupts your sentence and you look him questioningly. 

“W-what?” you ask, “Nothing?” 

“Can we go in your room?” he suddenly asks. 

You shake your head some, “Why? Jeongguk-“ 

“Seriously I just wanna talk, just in a private space where your roommate can’t hear everything,” he explains and reluctantly you lead him to your room down the hallway. He had been here many times but this was the first time you felt queazy to your stomach. 

You shut the door to your room, the dim lamp on your desk providing the only light source at the moment. 

“What do you wanna talk about?” you ask crossing your arms over your chest. You didn’t even realize it until he observes your body, but you are wearing one of his sweatshirts he absentmindedly gave you. 

“You,” he says simply. You give him a weird look, mumbling a “hm” before he opens his mouth again, “Why have you been ignoring me?” 

“I haven’t,” you interject. 

“Yes, you have, you only texted me back three times while I was away, did I do something wrong?” his words are fast and panicked like he is unsure of how to word his sentences. You stare at him in disbelief, trying to hide your stiffness in your body. Jeongguk was a smart boy and he was catching on to what you were doing. 

“No, you haven’t,” you shake your head. 

“Then what’s the issue, I’ve never felt more distant from you than ever before,” he sounds confused and unsure; his immaturity and insecurity coming through. 

You have two answers to his question. The first answer was to lie and say work has been stressing you out or the second answer which is truthful to be something like, saying you’re just scared because you feel like he has feelings for you and you don’t know what to do. 

“We’re friends Jeongguk, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say nonchalantly, trying your best to lie to a man who has given you so much. 

“[y/n], c’mon I know you,” he persists. 

You stay silent, looking at the boy intensely. 

“I-I,” you stutter, biting your lip hard, “It’s nothing, work has just been rough lately, I’m sorry if you feel that way, I didn’t mean to ignore you,” you lie right through your teeth and you swear you see Jeongguk’s body relax. 

Jeongguk slowly nods his head as if he understands your situation, “Okay, I was just worried about you, you know?” he says cocking his head to the right for a second, a habit of his you have noticed. 

“Yeah, I’m fine though,” you breathe out giving him a reassuring smile. 

“Good,” he says simply. You glance over to the clock in your room which reads 11:34 PM. You two suddenly hear loud pounding against the windows to your room and you walk over revealing behind your curtain, rain. Really harsh rain. “Shit,” Jeongguk mutters. 

Without even thinking you say, “You can stay here if you want.” You suddenly regret your words, but there is nothing you can do about it now that the offer has been thrown up in the air. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to in-“

“Jeongguk its fine,” you interrupt him.

“Okay,” he breathes out, “I’ll sleep on the couch,” he states beginning to leave your room. 

“Jeongguk seriously you’ve stayed with me before, just stay here,” you offer not wanting to argue this arrangement. You know it is not the best idea considering your suspicions but it is the least you can do. 

“Fine,” he agrees, “But don’t hog the bed again,” he mumbles as he takes his shoes and other clothing off. 

“Again?!” you state, “You’re the one who is twice my size!” you justify giving him a glare. 

“I’m kidding [y/n],” he laughs. 

“Better be,” you say underneath your breath as you crawl back into your bed, turning your attention back to the paused Netflix. Jeongguk follows you before you press play on the remote again. 

Without warning Jeongguk pulls you closer to him, your head fitting in the crook of his neck but you keep your attention on the TV. This is so wrong, you think to yourself. You definitely should not be leading him on when all you signed up for was the sex. Which you two have not had in about two weeks. However, after all these months, you could not help but finally realize how good it felt to be in his arms. 

You slowly find yourself becoming more and more tired, leaning onto Jeongguk as your body falls limp and the last thing you remember was his hand entangling into yours.


The night Jeongguk stayed over at your house, is when everything became even more confusing than before. You found yourself tugging and pulling at your emotions as you had no idea what you were feeling. 

Jeongguk was still continuing to be persistent as ever. You did not mind the attention, however it further confused and scared you. Your heart was saying yes, but your head was saying no. You did not know what to do. So, your next plan was to call in the wingman; Jimin. 

You were meeting Jimin at small cafe you knew was never busy so there was little chance of him becoming recognized. By the time you ordered drinks for Jimin and yourself, he had arrived with a white mask over his face. 

You greeted each other before finding a table in the very back of the cafe.  

“I was gonna ask why you wanted to meet but my gut is telling me its about Jeongguk,” Jimin laughs as he pulls of his mask. 

“Your gut is right,” you chuckle taking a sip of your coffee. 

“I’m all ears,” he says with a small smile. One reason why you really liked Jimin is that he has never seemed to judge you for doing the whole friends with benefits things with Jeongguk - at least you hoped he hasn’t.

You take a breath, not wanting to load too much on him at once, “It’s just… I don’t know, he’s been acting different for the past few months and I’ve only really noticed it now,” you say hoping that Jimin will have some answers for you. 

“Hm, he’s said the same thing about you,” he laughs and you focused your full attention on him, ignoring the coffee. 

“Really?” you pipe up. 

“Yeah, all that kid does is talk about you,” he laughs taking a drink. You suddenly feel your cheeks blush a light pink. 

“I just, need to know-“

“Know that… if he likes you or not? Or if he’s still just thinking about the sex?” he interrupts you with a blunt answer. 

“Yeah..” you say slowly, honestly not believing that you are having this conversation with Jimin right now. 

“I mean, it’s not really my place to tell you,” he shrugs, “But, he’s in pretty deep for you,” he says simply and your stomach drops, unsure if it was good or bad drop. “I know you two have had this whole friends with benefits situation for awhile, but feelings developing was bound to happen with one of you, if not both,” he says and your mouth goes dry knowing he is right. 

“Why hasn’t he said anything?” you ask. 

“If he hasn’t said anything, he’s probably just scared or intimidated,” Jimin says honestly, “You know [y/n], you’re the one girl he’s ever been with who has never wanted anything from and I think he likes that, he can just be himself around you,” he explains and you feel a weird fluttery feeling form in your stomach. “Just curious, do you like him?” he asks. 

“Yes,” you say without hesitation, “Wait, well, yes but… I don’t know,” you say in defeat. “It’s just so confusing and it scares me because of who he is,” you say truthfully. 

“Not to put pressure on you, but I think you really should just talk this out with him, I know it may be weird but you both can’t keep pulling each other around,” Jimin says and you nod your head slowly, completely understanding where he is coming from. 

You feel your body relax as you take a deep breath, “Thanks Jimin,” you give him a small smile before the two of you raise your cups to finish drinking the sweet coffee. 


“Jeon stop it!” you screech, “I swear to god if you don’t stop!” you try your best to push his hands off of you since he refuses to stop tickling you.  

“What are you gonna do about it?” he threatens, stopping momentarily. 

“I will hit you where it hurts the most,” you say. 

“You wouldn’t,” he mutters and before he has a chance to start tickling you again, you bring you hand down to his precious cargo barely missing it before he yelps backing up. “Okay…you would, note taken,” he says shaking his head backing away from you. 

You two had consumed one too many bottles of soju, but hey it is a Saturday night and Jeongguk and the boys had the day off. Jimin had went off with one of the other guys Taehyung earlier so he had no idea the trouble you and Jeongguk were getting in at the moment. You had yet to talk to Jeongguk like Jimin said, but you were going to get to it eventually. You just weren’t sure if you were ready to hear Jeongguk’s story yet. 

“Are you drunk yet?” you mumble to Jeongguk who gives you a dopey smile. 

“I’m on the way there,” he says with a laugh. 

“Me too…” you giggle, “More beer!” you then exclaim reaching forward opening another soju for you and him to share. 

The two of you pass the beer back and forth until its contents are empty and before you know it, you find yourself leaning onto Jeongguk’s shoulder, his arm instinctively wrapping around you. 

“I have a question,” he mutters and you mumble a ‘hm’ in response, “Were you really that drunk the first night we met?” 

“That was so long ago,” you say quietly, “I don’t remember it really,” you say as the alcohol was beginning to catch up with you. 

“I remember everything,” Jeongguk says suddenly and you shift in his grip. You glance up to him to find his doe eyes staring back at you. 

Before you have a chance to answer him, he closes the small gap between the two of you, his lips finding yours naturally. You move your body to be more comfortable as you kiss him back gently, his hands resting on your neck and jaw pulling you closer to him. The alcohol in your system fuels the fire in your stomach, however you still are not drunk enough to give into him. You can’t do this to him. So you pull away, or at least try because Jeongguk’s grip only gets stronger when you try to pull away. You put your hands on his chest pushing away harshly from him again breaking the kiss. 


“Stop pushing me away,” he interrupts, his eyes searching yours desperately. 

“W-what?” you stutter. 

“Stop pushing me away,” he repeats, his grip on your waist tightening as every second goes by. 

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about?” you say watching as his eyes become darker and darker, almost like he is angry. 

“Yes you do,” his teeth grit, “Do you not see it?”

“See what Jeongguk?” you say blindly and you feel like if you were completely sober you would know what was going on. However, deep down you did know exactly what he was talking about. 

“Do you not see me? I’m trying so hard and all you’ve done is push me away,” he says with strain to his voice, his fingertips digging into your sides but you try your best to ignore the pain. 

“Jeongguk why are you talking about this now? Can’t this wait-“

“No it can’t!” he interjects you with anger, “I want you so bad [y/n] and you can’t even see it,” he then sounds defeated and you feel yourself instantly sober up. The words you were dreading to hear, finally admitted. Your stomach drops. 

“Your drunk Jeongguk, don’t say that,” you say trying to make up an excuse for yourself so you don’t have to face this. 

“I am not,” he shoots, “[y/n], I know we met and had this plan but I couldn’t help it, every time I look at you I fall even deeper than before, I want to be with you, I’ve never wanted anyone to myself this bad before-“

“Jeongguk I-I can’t,” you shake you head trying to back off of him but his strength refuses you to. 

“Please [y/n],” he pleads, “Give me one chance to prove it to you.” 

You swallow harshly looking away from him for a moment, leaning into his body. You don’t know what he meant by prove it to you but with the alcohol in your system, much like the first night you two had together, you give into him, kissing him passionately. 

Minutes pass and you don’t know when it happens but you two find yourself in his bedroom, now an all too familiar sight to you. The kisses you two share are heated, but they are also slow and sweet, his arms wrapping around you tightly. It felt like it had been so long since you two had been intimate together and the more you kiss, each clothing item being stripped, the more you realize how much you loved it. 

He knew exactly how to work your body and give you what you needed. Seconds go by and turn into minutes quickly, everything turning into a blur. The two of you had never been intimate in this way before; gentle, slow, and loving. You and Jeongguk felt like the only two people in the world as each gasp and moan that comes out of the both of you heightens all of the emotions shared. With each thrust, Jeongguk holds onto you tighter and tighter like this would ever be the last time. Both of you reach your highs and you whisper his name to him repeatedly, holding him close to you, sweat the only barrier between you two. 

A few minutes later, your head is resting on his chest, his arm holding on your waist tightly. Not many words are exchanged, but the breathing in the room is enough noise for the two of you. When you feel sleep starting to take over your body, Jeongguk nudges you. 

“[y/n],” he whispers. 
“Hm,” you mumble closing your eyes, drawing patterns on his chest with your nails. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” he says and you feel your heart stop, your face becomes red, and your stomach flips. 


“You don’t have to say anything,” he says. 

So, you don’t. You hold onto him and suddenly feel the smallest tears form in your eyes. The tears are not from sadness, but they’re from how you have no idea if you can return the love that this man deserves. 


It is around 6 AM when you hear the front door to Jeongguk’s apartment opening and you assume it is Jimin. You also realize that you need to go. You cannot wake up with Jeongguk this morning. The shame will just break your heart even further. Carefully and quietly, you push yourself away from his body and you manage to do so without waking him. 

You gather your clothing successfully before you give him one last glance, you leave his room, closing his door quietly. It will be the first time one of you walked out on one another. 

Unexpectedly, you run into Jimin in the kitchen on your way out. 

“[y/n]? What are you doing?” he asks. “You’re not leaving are you?” 

“Don’t tell him you saw me, please,” you say quietly. “I need time Jimin,” you say and he nods, knowing exactly what you are talking about.

With that, you leave their apartment and you leave Jeongguk alone. 


A couple hours later Jeongguk wakes up alone. He slightly panics when you are not beside of him and he immediately gets up throwing on a pair of sweatpants, hoping you are out in the kitchen or something. 

Jeongguk is disappointed when you are nowhere to be found. 

“Jimin-hyung,” he calls and soon Jimin appears. 

“What?” Jimin mumbles trying to shake off the sleep and the rough night he had with Taehyung at a bar. 

“Where’s [y/n]?” Jeongguk asks quickly. 

Jimin shrugs, “I’d figure she was with you,” he replies (lies) quickly. As much as Jeongguk wants to believe his hyung; the way he is so calm is peculiar. 

“Jimin,” he says again, “Where is she?” he pushes and Jimin relaxes, letting out a breath. As much as Jimin liked you, Jeongguk basically was his little brother; he couldn’t hide anything from him. 

“She left around 6, I ran into her when I got home,” Jimin says. 

What the fuck, Jeongguk curses to himself. “Fuck,” he mutters out loud this time. 

“What happened to you two last night, she never leaves,” Jimin inquires, although he already knows some of the story. 

“I confessed Jimin-hyung,” Jeongguk breathes out, “We were drinking and it just came out,” he says. Jimin stares at him for moment, shocked. 

“Did she say anything?” Jimin asks. 

“Not really,” Jeongguk shakes his head, “Seeing that she left, I guess I didn’t need much of an answer.” 

“Jeongguk, you need to talk to her,” Jimin says, “She’s stubborn we both know that. If she didn’t like you back, she wouldn’t have stayed around for the past eight months,” he continues, his words making sense to Jeongguk, but he was still uneasy. 

“Jimin I don’t know,” he shakes his head running a hand through his hair, irritation building up in him. 

“Just go talk to her, I’m sure she’s at her apartment, you two can work this out,” Jimin comes closer to Jeongguk giving him a pat on the back, “Besides Jeongguk, you pretty much always get whatever you set your mind to,” Jimin gives him words of encouragement, making Jeongguk smile. 

“Thanks Jimin-hyung,” Jeongguk says, hoping that Jimin is for once, right.  


“Where is [y/n]?” Jeongguk asks, when to his disappointment Jihyun opened the door to the apartment. 

“What did you do to her?” Jihyun retorts with a sassy attitude. 

“What?” Jeongguk says with a confused face, “Nothing.. I just need to talk to her,” he continues. 

“You obviously did something because she showed up here crying at the ass crack of dawn,” she snaps and Jeongguk’s stomach drops. Crying? 

“Jihyun, please I just need to talk to her,” Jeongguk pleads with your roommate and she rolls her eyes. 

“She’s outside in the courtyard, but I swear if you do anything funny I’ll kill you,” Jihyun threatens seriously and Jeongguk nods quickly obliging. Jihyun shuts the door and Jeonggul quickly makes his way out to the courtyard of the apartments you and Jihyun lived in. 

The complex was basically a square open in the middle which contained a courtyard and a pool for the warmer months. 

Jeongguk looks around quickly, being able to spot you as there were very few people outside due to the chilly weather. He walks over to you slowly, not sure how to approach the situation. 

“[y/n],” he speaks and you whip around startled from his deep voice. You look up to find Jeongguk wearing a hat but no mask, something that surprises you.  

“Hi Jeongguk,” you reply weakly looking back around to the piece of paper you were current doodling on. 

“You draw?” Jeongguk inquires when he peeps his head around you to look at the picture of two birds you had drawn. 

“Not much anymore, just when I have time,” you explain, not looking over to him once he sits down beside of you. 

You were comfortable with Jeongguk being with you, however you were not comfortable with what you needed to talk about, but you knew you had to say what you had to say. 

“Sorry I left this morning,” you mumble, shading in the birds body with a red color. 

“Why’d you leave?” his question isn’t a surprise to you. 

“Did you really mean what you said, last night?” you say putting down the colored pencil to finally look at him. 

Jeongguk looks deep into your eyes, “Yes,” he replies without hesitation. “I know, its the cliche, we become friends with benefits and I end up falling too damn hard for you,” he laughs, “I know last night probably came out of nowhere but I had been wanting to say it for six months now. I had been keeping that to myself for so long, I just needed you to know it,” he says. 

“Jeongguk..” you say slowly. 

“I just want you to know that if you don’t feel the same way as me, it’s okay. I can understand why you would want to move on-“ 

“Jeongguk stop,” you interrupt him and he glances back up to you. “You are who you are and nothing can change that, your life… is intimidating and honestly, I’m just scared that I wouldn’t be enough for you, I can’t give you everything you deserve-“

“[y/n], shit you are enough for me,” he breathes out, “Don’t even talk like that,” he shakes his head. “I wouldn’t have told you I loved you if I didn’t think that,” he says matter-of-factly. 

His words make your heart flutter, in a good way. You give him a small smile before you lean in and give him a slow kiss, something he was not expecting from you. 

“I drew these birds,” you start as you pull away from him, “Because I’ve always had some weird envy against them, they’re just so free and don’t have any burdens,” you say. Jeongguk looks at you with a curious look. “That’s what I want us to be,” you then say glancing over to him, “That’s what love should be right? Free,” you say with a smile. 

Jeongguk suddenly looks physically relaxed and a smile grows on his face. One in motion, he picks up you from your spot and holds you up closely to him, your legs wrapping around his waist. He places a rapid kiss against your mouth adjusting his strong grip on your body. 

“Promise me one thing Jeongguk,” you speak slowly as you pull away from him, playing with the hairs along the back of his neck. 

“Anything,” he fires back quickly. 

“Promise that you’ll always be there for me,” you say, “And that you’ll continue to protect me from.. your world,” you say, not really sure how to describe it.  

“Of course, I promise I won’t let anything happen to you,” he smiles giving you one last peck, “I love you [y/n],” he says. 

“I love you too Jeongguk,” the words leave your mouth naturally and no matter how much fire you two are playing with, one thing is for sure; you two will always have each other to fall back on.