so not good for me to be thinking about this right now

I asked my dad if he had done anything yet about Net Neutrality and he was all, ‘That old thing? It’s been going on for years. It’s not gonna affect anyone either way. The internet was the same was it is now before net neutrality was added.’ So I got super pissed at him and we fought and I left.

Anyways later that day he talks to me at home and he’s like ‘Son’ yeah? ‘I did some research on the recent net neutrality stuff and you’re right - What’s happening isn’t going to be good at all, and I wrote an email to one of our congressmen.’

Moral of the story is, if you don’t currently think this is a big deal, just listen to everyone else and assume it is. Even if you yourself don’t believe it’s that important, just take 5 minutes to write an email asking to stop the repealing of it. Because this isn’t about just you. It’s about everyone.

anonymous asked:

i've never watched moomin before bc it's not trasmittted in mexican tv and i'm from mexico but i'd really like to watch this so i know what everyone talks about, PLUS it looks really really cute and seems to have really good messages. Any idea where i can watch this?

Omg i love that ur from Mexico and want to watch Moomin!! It´s such a great show - and the books are amazing as well! I´ll post the links to the 1990s series right now. Let me know what you think after seeing some episodes. I´m curious!

Mexico + Moomin = Moominco ♡

PINOF 9

i have so many feels right now and i should definitely be studying and not writing this text but i haven’t seen anyone do a longass post yet so.. here we go!

  • drawing the whiskers

look, this made me think. the last time they drew whiskers on each others faces must have been tatinof-related, right? so about a year ago? after making them almost daily for months? imagine all the memories it must bring back for them.. i’m emotional.

phil is concentrating so hard when drawing on dan that he puts so much pressure on (knowing dan, he probably enjoys it somehow). dan’s lines on the other hand are much thinner, he is so delicate and gentle with phil and just stab me, it would hurt less.

  • “watch me dad”

.. excuse me? did dan just unironially call phil dad? wow. so heterosexual. such good friends. i too call my best friends kinky names.

  • arm wrestling

i love that phil is trying so hard while dan is just sat there, with the look of loveTM on his face. and then he just finishes phil off and phil’s lying there and i wonder if they’ve ever done that when they can’t decide which way to.. you know..

  • stranger things

this scene is hilarious, i really enjoyed it! the way phil holds his nose and does the telepathic hand thing and dan is just out of control.. top acting, good sirs!

  • “how would you celebrate your birthday?”

asks dan, while opening his legs suggestively. was that for us? so we’d get it? i mean what are you doing there daniel?

  • crab walk up the stairs

dan is so very concerned for phil’s safety and phil is acting as if he was to cross an icefall. it’s the freakin crab walk guys, not the olympics! they are old. very old and inflexible. i’m kinda worried they might hurt their backs whenever they get it on.

  • hi. my name is ..

i love that phil takes great pleasure in teasing dan with that. also danis snot on fire. i want to know how many times he does that in their everyday life.

  • the tie tie

sometimes i realize that they are both men. no, i mean they are both full grown up men. not only two people goofing around, soulmates whatever, but men who know how a tie works and who shave in the morning. makes me feel things.

  • embarassing photos

that was some married shit. if phil’s picture is considered bad by dan, i wanna see a good one. seriously, he just looks a bit tired. while dan’s photo is.. straight up cringe. but we all know that dan likes to take fuckboy selfies so what’s new.

(6:40 why is dan’s hand on his crotch?? do you think they’ve ever done it in the cheese costume..?)

  • chaynal? anal?

the best thing here is phil’s face. his cheeky smily and the eyebrow raise. that’s a very rare phil face and i need a compilation of all the times he’s done it.

(i’m not gonna mention the outfits because they have both terrible fashion sense)

  • leg dab

phil’s genuine laugh and dan’s snort laugh. i bet they make each other laugh like that all the time. i am so jealous, they really like to keep the best things to themselves.

  • tattoos

*dan voice* carrying on the rat joke, aren’t we? and dan’s face as a tattoo? i mean, i guess it’s better than his name on phil’s ass or whatever the cringey lovebird cliché is.

  • ribena flip

i mean.. what should i say.. is that phil lester? everyone’s angel bean? wow. i mean we’ve seen phil spreading his ass and dan filming it but phil kneeling on a bed.. with his legs spread.. and dan behind him.. i am shaken.

honorable mention to all the times dan laughed softly, eyes smiling and i’m not crying, you’re crying! oh yes, and of yourse phil’s chest hair. what a cameo, truly.

tl;dr this video was definitely my new favourite pinof, just because they were so free and open with themselves. now looking forward to the bloopers.

Well I’m making good progress on my stashbuster blanket but my grandma’s friend gave me like six more skeins of yarn sooo now I have to deal with all this too. Part of it is two skeins of a very interesting multicolor yarn (red, blue, cream, grey) but one skein is, you know, a skein, and one was a WIP which I frogged. The WIP skein is VERY felted and also VERY faded, like, the difference is very clear. So I’m making them into a blanket with some aran grey I have. I think it’ll look good but, you know, I’m not super duper happy about having another thing to work on right now.

@ anon regarding Aaron’s face before the kiss.

Maybe I’ll have a different opinion once I’ve seen the whole scene in it’s full context, but right now as I see it, yes this is not someone who looks comfortable, who looks like he does it simply because he wants to. You know like it should be when two people are about to kiss… So yeah sue me for not being comfortable with it.

Also talking about hypocrisy… Maybe you should take a look at yourself, because I think that you hating Robert/Robron thus wanting Aaron to be into it, is also clouding your judgement :))

Human Again

I just got out of my first post-op shower and god does it ever feel good to wash the hospital off of me. I smell good again instead of that damn antiseptic soap. I couldn’t use any lotion or body sprays after my last shower before surgery so now I’m relishing my Vanilla Noir body spray and almond moisturizer.  

Once I get dressed and blow dry my hair I think we’re going to try removing my bandages since it will have been 72 hours. I’m a little nervous about it but I just want them gone so bad. It’ll be a big step in getting back to my “normal”. 

I started my post-op stretches today, too, because the muscles in my right leg were starting to get pretty tight. The numbing medicine has definitely worn off, but so far I’ve been able to keep the pain under control decently enough. I’m hoping that getting rid of this lumpy bandage will help, too, since there won’t be anything putting pressure on the incision anymore once its gone. 

Fingers crossed everything is nice and dry!

“I’m trans and to know you accept me makes me feel better about my existence”. Well, yeah, it’s crazy. Like in the UK it’s been a really bad week for that ‘cause all of our trashy, cancerous, garbage news papers have been printing those, like, horrendous articles just… you know it’s that kind of like should trans people be allowed to use bathrooms? Should schools allow trans people to wear what they want? Should we take it serious if someone is under eighteen and they want to define their own gender? And it’s just like… I’m sure they do understand which just makes it even more evil. It’s like we’re debating people’s right to exist, which is just… it’s insane. It just sounds so crazy, doesn’t it? Like questioning these things, it’s not a political debate, it’s like you’re literally saying: these are people that are now comfortable with how they want to define their own existences and you’re questioning whether their existences are valid? Which is so crazy because these things don’t affect other people. It’s something like gun laws, it’s like y'all don’t need guns but there’s a whole debate there and it’s a legitimate debate but how somebody chooses to live their own life that doesn’t affect other people. People say it will influence other kids. To what? To be aware people can make their own choices? It’s just logically, it doesn’t make any sense, so there’s things you can disagree on and then there’s things you can’t even disagree on. … Just think about how problematic everyone in culture was two years ago, three years ago, five years ago, eight years ago, it’s so crazy. You know, it’s like eight years ago everyone would just use the word “retarded” and not think about it. Years before that, like in the ‘90s, people would just say “tranny” all the time and it’s like you constantly look back and you’re just shocked by how horrifying and just how… ignorant everyone was. But everyone is progressing so fast now that even though it can seem like there’s dark times, I think the pace of which things are getting better only bodes well for the future. We just need to wait for all the old, ignorant people to die and it feels like generally our generation is more good than bad and then as long as that’s the case and we keep our ground political system, it should all work out. Let’s just stay strong in the meantime.
— 

@danielhowell during his live show on the 21st of November 2017 (x)

Quotes from Dan (105/?)

All trans people are valid.

Player 1: “Look, I’ve already accidentally contacted a devil and gotten advice and help from him and now he’s sticking around and trying to help me and convince me to steal souls for him, I’m probably going to hell anyways. So if me becoming a lich helps us prevent the world from being consumed, I’m all for letting Asmodeus torture my soul for eternity in exchange for everyone I care about not ceasing to exist!”

Player 2: “Weren’t you one a neutral good cleric?”

P1: “Probably, but then I accidentally summoned a demon and my goddess stopped talking to me. So I am not feeling too good right now. Excuse me, I think I need to go make a pact with said demon and prepare to enter lynchdom.”

P2 : “You sure about this?”

P1: “Absolutely not. Let’s get this over with!

“I was thinking we might go out for dinner this evening,” Draco asks him, just as Harry’s coming through the door with a stack of files and two bags of shopping from Waitrose and a rolled up metro under his arm. “Hello,” Draco then says, belatedly, knocking one knuckle against the chest of drawers in their hallway.

Harry holds up the bags, demonstratively. “I was going to make pasta?” he says. “I got mozzarella balls.”

A little crease appears in between Draco’s eyebrows, which isn’t exactly the usual reaction Harry receives upon saying the words ‘mozzarella balls.’

“I– we can go out,” Harry tries, but the crease doesn’t disappear, and he can’t think of anything else to say.

“No, of course not,” Draco says, collecting himself enough to come over and take the bags out of Harry’s hands. “I’ll dig out some candles or something,” he continues, halfway into the kitchen.

Harry pauses for a second in the hallway, trying to remember if today is his birthday or Draco’s birthday or some anniversary he should have bought flowers for. But it’s just… it’s just a night, as far as he can remember. They’re deep into November now, London is dark and freezing and grey, and Harry can’t remember anything ever happening in this month they’d have cause to celebrate about.

Draco doesn’t look over when Harry comes into the room, reaching up to put away a tin of chopped tomatoes in the top shelf that Harry can’t reach. He’s wearing a red jumper, one of Harry’s, and it’s riding up at the waist. He looks warm and soft and rumpled and Harry loves coming home to him like this, is so grateful for it, even when he acts strangely and says things that don’t make any sense and frowns at things that really don’t warrant it.

Harry goes up behind him and puts his hands right on the bare slip of skin above Draco’s trousers. Draco freezes, and Harry takes his hands away again. “What’s wrong?” he asks, and Draco turns to him, sort of wildly.

“I’ve fucked this up,” he says, nonsensically, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“No you haven’t,” Harry tells him, even though he doesn’t know for sure. Draco hasn’t fucked anything up in years, he doesn’t think.

Draco makes a face, freezes for just a moment, and then goes down on one knee on the wooden floor in their kitchen. Harry’s mind goes flat, smooth, he can’t even think.

Draco swallows, and Harry watches his throat move. “The ring is in the bedroom,” he says ruefully, “I just… I’m not doing this right.”

“Stop saying that,” Harry tells him, as soon as he can manage it. “Please just. Ask what you’re going to ask.”

“Do you want to get married?” Draco asks him, so obligingly, red the way he gets sometimes. “To me. Do you want to marry me. Because I just– desperately want to marry you.”

It doesn’t occur to Harry to say no. Draco could ask him anything, and the answer would be yes, yes always, yes forever.

“Yes,” he says, blinking hard, and Draco tilts forward with a long exhale, his forehead pressed hard against Harry’s thigh.

“Good,” Draco says, out of breath. “That’s good.”

Harry cups the back of his head, gently. Was it like this when his parents got engaged? In their kitchen, or in their bed, or on the sofa in the living room he’s only seen in photos. Did it occur to either of them to say no?

He hopes it didn’t. He hopes they felt this way about each other, like there was nobody else. Like it was the easiest choice they’d ever made.

“Good,” Harry echoes, and that’s– that’s what it is. 

It’s good, it’s easy, it’s the person he loves loving him back and telling him so. For a hundred more cold, grey, Novembers. For years, hopefully, piled on top of one another, decades and decades of it, a lifetime of it.

starstruck

billy hargrove

summary: billy wants to prove that he can get the new girl, but rather than using her, he falls for her

disclaimer: me writing this is not me excusing his abusive, impulsive and racist behavior.

an: i know a lot of you guys like me writing marvel, which won’t stop, feel free to request it, but I also want to write for other shows so.. feel free to leave requests for shows too! also I can make this a series if you want me to? i don’t like the ending of this, but i didn’t want to make them kiss bc i felt like it was unrealistic, sooo just shoot me an ask if you want more parts 

words: 1240+


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;lostmyhead (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader x min yoongi
genre/warnings—smut, threesome, fuckboy! Seokjin, dom! Seokjin, dom! Yoongi, dicks with photo filters, dirty talk
words— 13, 332

:: summary— Kim Seokjin is the worst thing you’ve ever done, quite literally. Hooking up with him—continuously, for months, is something you regret doing. Mainly because you now have a boyfriend and have seen the error of your ways (mistake!). However, even then, you can’t seem to escape him…or say no for that matter…

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→ Jin somehow convinces you and Yoongi to have a threesome with him…

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Young Zeref Portrait

Can’t believe Mashima looked at this face and said “yes I think I’ll destroy his life and trap him in it for centuries.” >:) I find myself drawing young Zeref a lot as I play with brushes and styles. I don’t usually get attached to basically non-canon characters but I can’t get the original Dragneels out of my head <3

Please do not alter or repost :)

Green

@secretlycrazyhummingbird requested 7. A color so vibrant and honest off my prompt list


Draco’s favorite color was always green.

When he was five his mother gave him a storybook full of illustrations of magnificent green dragons. He would look at those pictures for hours and hours.

When he was eight he learned that green was the color of Slytherin. He consequently demanded that his room be redecorated so that everything - his sheets, his pillows, his curtains - would be green. Narcissa obliged, of course, because she could never deny Draco of what he wanted.

When Draco was eleven he went to Diagon Alley to get all his supplies for the upcoming school year. He was being fitted for Hogwarts robes when he met another little boy who would be starting at Hogwarts in the fall. And what do you know, this boy has green eyes. And not just any type of green, a bright, vivid green, a color so vibrant and honest that it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. For some reason when Draco got home, his green bedroom seemed a little bit off. That Slytherin shade of green just wasn’t his favorite color anymore. He needed a shade of green that matched the little boy’s eyes. So Draco went to tell his mother about the problem with his room.

“It’s just not the right green, Mother! We have to change it!”

Narcissa sighed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Draco. It’s the exact same color as the Slytherin seal, and that’s what you wanted isn’t it?”

“But-”

“No more arguing,” Draco’s father interrupted. “Your mother said your room is fine so your room is fine, understand?”

“Yes, father.”

When Draco was eleven and a half he was glad that his mother hadn’t changed his room, because by this point he’d realized that the boy from the robe shop was nothing special, even if his eyes were. The boy was actually Harry Potter, a horribly nasty git who thought Draco wasn’t good enough to be his friend. Harry Potter was Draco’s worst nemesis, and it was blessing that he wouldn’t have to be faced with Potter’s eye color every time he went home to the Manor.

When Draco was fourteen he changed his mind about Potter. Potter was infuriating, yes, and imprudent, yes, but he was also maddeningly gorgeous. And once Draco realized how handsome Potter was, he started to realize other things about Potter too. Like the way Potter would scratch the back of his neck when he was at a loss for words and the way he’d scrunch up his eyebrows when he was trying to understand something and the way Potter would run his fingers through his beautiful mess of hair without a thought and the way he smiled. By the end of fourth year, Draco had developed something like a crush. He, of course, made sure that no one except for Pansy found out about it.

When Draco was sixteen he was forced to grow up and forget about his schoolboy crush. Potter was not something Draco could afford to think about while he had his mission. Still, he sometimes found himself daydreaming about the green of Potter’s eyes when he was supposed to be writing letters on his progress to his father. Draco was still sixteen when Potter hit him with Sectumsempra. Those green eyes were all he could see as drifted into unconsciousness.

When Draco was seventeen green became his least favorite color. By Easter, he had seen the green of Avada Kedavra two hundred and four times. It was becoming difficult to go into his green-filled room without sicking up. And then Harry Potter appeared. And suddenly green was again the most beautiful color he’d ever seen. He told his father he didn’t know the boy, but of course he was lying. He would know those eyes anywhere.

When Draco was eighteen when he learned that Harry Potter found Draco’s grey eyes just as enamoring as Draco found his green eyes.

“I think that’s why grey is my favorite color now,” Harry said.

“Green was always my favorite color,” Draco said.

“Well, yeah, because of Slytherin.”

“No. Because I love you.”

“Oh.”

Draco turned his head to the side to look at the boy lying next to him in the grass. Harry’s eyes were still on the stars above them.

“You don’t have to love me back,” Draco said.

Harry was smiling when he looked back at Draco.

“I know I don’t have to, but I do. I love you, Draco.”

“Then stop smiling like a loon and kiss me.”

White Lies: Part 5

A Bucky x Reader / Fake Dating AU Drabble Series

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: Omg, another part in less than a weeks time? I know, I know. It’s a miracle. But I’ve got my writing mojo back, and it feels good. Also, I’m sorry for this part, okay? It was bound to happen. Don’t hate me (or Bucky :/) As always, I live for your asks, reblogs, and replies, so keep them coming. Let me know what you think (aka let me feel your pain) ♥

Word Count: 1,431

Warnings:
- mild angst.
- language.
- Bucky is a little shit.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Pizza’s here…

It played over and over in your brain, echoing like a broken tape recorder; the anger building inside you making it louder and louder. You felt your fists ball up at your sides, wanting to punch the nearest object.

How dare he? This wasn’t just a game anymore. That kiss meant more than some kind of stupid ploy to convince his parents that you were a real couple. They weren’t even here. Who was Bucky trying to impress?

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【Non-No Magazine January 2018】 100 answers from BTS - J-HOPE & Group’s part

Q60: Favorite BTS choreography? 
A: ‘Save Me’ and 'DNA’. The dance break in Save Me’s chorus’s House step moves are very cool. My sister said she likes this song’s choreography the most (laughs). As for 'DNA’, I think among BTS choreography, this choreography is one of the best, it’s perfectly choreographed. 

Q61: What do you think about when you’re performing?
A: The intensity of my facial expression and movement. I’d think over the details on how to express the atmosphere of the song. 

Q62: A song that would make you want to dance if you hear it right now?
A: Post Malone feat. 21 Savage’s 'Rockstar’. 

Q88: A place that you want to travel to again? 
A: Sapporo. Although we’ve been there a few times to perform but I definitely want to go visit in private. My dream is to enjoy the hot spring in the middle of the snowy scenery!

Q89: How do you spend your time on public transport?
A: When I want to sleep, I would watch some movies, it depends on the time and mood. From May to July, when when we flied from Korea to Japan, I composed melodies and wrote lyrics on the plane. 

Q90: The food that you would definitely want to eat when you’re in Japan? 
A: Ramen and meat cuisine. I also love eating ‘ひつまぶし’ (chopped kabayaki eel on rice)! 

Q91: Secret of having a beautiful smile? 
A: I’m getting a bit embarrassed to hear this (laughs). Basically, I’m optimistic and I like being fun. Also, I believe that 'smiling will bring you happiness’, maybe that’s why I have such smile.

Q92: What’s your current favorite shoes? 
A: I really like shoes. Recently, I just bought a few pairs of sneakers. I felt in love with one of the pairs straight away, it has a variety of colors and materials! 

Q93: Recently, what kind of scent/ fragrance do you like?
A: Refreshing scent. Recently, I like using the soap with a mint scent.

Q94: Which member do you think is very fashionable? 
A: Rap Monster and V are especially interested in fashion. But the other members have their own style, so they’ve all very cool.

Q95: What sports do you like? 
A: I played tennis from 4th grade to 6th grade of primary school. Although the start of it was a bit weird. My teacher asked in front of the class, “does anyone want to play tennis?” By chance, I had both of my hands out so the teacher misunderstood and then I became a candidate (laughs). I started to play tennis again in the summer, it was refreshing and fun! 

Q96: Your own goal in 2018? 
A: Release the mixtape that I’m preparing (now). And study Japanese. 

Q97: One day, if you could experience another occupation, what do you want to do? 
A: Tennis player! But I wasn’t really good when I practiced in primary school, so competing in Wimbledon, The Championships as a tennis player is just a dream (laughs). 

Q98: Recently, which member made you felt that he has grown (up)?
A: Don’t you think the 20-year-old Jungkook’s face became really refined. When I first saw our 'DNA’ MV (that was released in Korea), I was startled because he was so handsome! 

BTS

Q99: Memorable Christmas memory?

RAP MONSTER: I remember when I was 6 years old and I heard that my family is going to travel during Christmas, so I asked them: “is Santa Claus going to come on time?” Because we were going to the countryside so I was worried (laughs). 

SUGA: When I was a child, my family used to eat together. I’m not living with them right now, so I think those were great memories. 

JIN: When I went to the ski resort with my father and older brother! We went every Christmas when I was in primary school! 

J-HOPE: In the past, it snowed heavily on Christmas, the long-cherished White Christmas! I remember building snowman with my family, bustling with noise and excitement! 

JIMIN: I want to see try to make memorable memory of Christmas in the future. My ideal Christmas has to snow, then have fun in the ski resort and lastly go view the night scenery, that would the best.

V: I think couples celebrate Christmas more, but I’ve always been alone since birth (laughs). During school days, I spent it with my friends who were also single. We went to the PC room, played games, ate ramen and we bluffed like: “as expected, it’s the best to spend Christmas in the PC room.” (laughs)

JUNGKOOK: There was a year, when I was sleeping with my older brother, my eyes were half open and I saw my father with a fake white beard. I thought “Santa Claus really came,” I felt asleep with happiness. 

Q100: As BTS, what do you want to achieve in 2018?

RAP MONSTER: Perform in the biggest venue in each country! 

SUGA: Until now, we’ve achieved a variety of goals. We’re fortunate that all of our wishes became true. But I hope next year we won’t get caught on the results while enjoying the music that we like, and I hope we can spend happy time with everyone.

JIN: Make the music that everyone would like to listen to. In private, I want to enjoy the fun of letting off fireworks with the members (laughs).

J-HOPE: Stand on world-class stage, perform many amazing performances. It’s a goal and a dream. 

JIMIN: Personally, I’m not really concerned about the records. We can achieve those records is because of our fans. But the fact that we can break new records, I’m really grateful and thank you. So, I hope 2018 is a year where we could spend more time with ARMYs.

V: After I’ve watched some Japanese movies, I saw a lot of really beautiful places. I want to go outside of the big cities and perform live there, I want to see those scenery in person. And I want to go and meet more ARMYs!

JUNGKOOK: I hope I can make a great song that is able to be included in a BTS album! I’ll keep take on the challenge.

SUGA; RAP MONSTER; JUNGKOOK; JIN; V; JIMIN

Trans: KIMMYYANG
Scan: myheaven0624

Best Of Me - Yoongi Version

Summary: You and Yoongi decided to take a break from one another as your relationship was crumbling down. But when you show up at an award show with Jackson from Got7 as your date, he couldn’t help but feel the jealousy take over him and that he was in the wrong this whole time.

Best Of Me - 6/7

Word Count: 4581

Originally posted by professional-fangirling

3 weeks. 3 miserable, long, stressful weeks. When will you hear from him? When will he call? When will he come home? Simple texts just aren’t cutting it now. Texts that only say “I’m staying at the dorm tonight,” or “I won’t be home tonight” or “Don’t wait up for me”, they were starting to break your heart. Never have you once doubted your love Yoongi, you understood that he was a busy man with a job that required so much for him to do, a job that he loved.

The past 3 weeks, you have sat at the kitchen table eating your food painfully slow, with no one to talk to. 3 weeks you have laid in a bed that wasn’t as warm as it used to be. In the past 3 weeks, his shirts are starting to not smell like him, you’re losing him. You’ve never felt so lonely before, a piece of your heart was gone and with him. Did he feel the same way?

You were put on the backburner, as he was slaving over the computers for days on end trying to find the right beat. Every time he checked his phone, it would be yet, another missed call from you and eventually the text messages piled up to be 10 messages from you and nothing from him. The loud ring disrupted his flow of beats, and he whipped off his headphones to pick up his phone to only see your name appear. Quickly, he declined the call and roughly placed his headphones back on.

Sitting in your apartment, staring at your phone call list, he hadn’t picked up once. It was time to take matters into your own hands, and physically see him. No more waiting for him.

________

Your coat was zipped up all the way to the neck as you quickly rushed inside the building with a bag full of takeout. If he couldn’t be at home to eat dinner with you, then you’ll bring dinner to him. Finally, you got to see your boyfriend who seemed like he dropped off the face of the earth without a reasoning. Happiness filled you but yet, you couldn’t help but feel anxious as well. Did he even want to see you?

Knocking on his studio door, no voice was heard from the inside, so another round of knocks came waiting for him to open up. Nothing was there. You turned the doorknob yourself and let yourself walk in, seeing Yoongi sitting in his chair with his face resting in his palm, looking directly at the computer in front of him. His headphones were on, and music was playing softly, he could have easily heard you at the door, but you didn’t mind.

You quietly shut the door, as you stood there waiting for him to notice you, and he never did. Awkwardness overtook your body, and you moved until you were near him, setting the plastic bag of takeout on the couch. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed your head onto his shoulder, he didn’t even flinch. No smile was cracked, his eyes didn’t move, it’s like he was a stone.

You stayed in that position for awhile until he finally spoke up with his monotone, annoyed voice saying, “Can you move.” You released your arms from him and stood back up, with your hands by your side. You bent down to pick up the food, and tapped him on the shoulder so he could turn around or at least give you some attention so he knew that you brought food. “I brought you some dinner. We could eat together.” You pulled a box out of the bag revealing it to only yourself as he still didn’t turn around. “Okay.” You whispered to yourself as you set the box back into the bag.

Still not acknowledging that you were there, you laid down on the couch, making sure to not make any noise as he was apparently in his zone. Scrolling through every social media app you had on your phone took shorter than you anticipated. You stared at the ceiling, and back at your boyfriend as he hasn’t moved an inch from when you laid down. Sighing, you heard your stomach grumble and you rummaged through the bag to grab the food you had brought for yourself.

The smell overtook the studio as Yoongi was distracted with his work, and couldn’t concentrate. Has it really been 10 hours with no food in his system? He turned around in his chair to see you chewing on your favorite sandwich, you let out a little grin as his right hand came up to his face and his thumb and pointer finger rubbed his eyes. The plastic bag crumpled as you dug inside of it, to hand Yoongi his sandwich that he always got. “Sorry I got hungry.”

He grabbed the sandwich and threw it onto the couch, scoffing. “If you got hungry you should have just stayed at home and ate.” You choked down the piece of sandwich that was in your mouth as his words came out like venom.

“I thought you could take a twenty minute break and eat with me.”

“Well you thought wrong Y/N, I don’t have time for you right now.” You simply nodded at his words as you grabbed the water from the bag and placed it on the couch next to his sandwich.

“Well I got you a water too.” You said it ever so softly, not wanting to make more agitated than he already is.

“Just take it home and eat it, I don’t need it.”

“Well you never know.” You stood up with the bag in your hand, throwing it in the trash next to the door.

“God dammit Y/N! Just take the thing home!” The ever so quiet small room was filled with Yoongi’s rage, and anger that it scared you to the point where it felt like you were in a haunted house.

“Yoongi, you probably haven’t eaten all day so just leave the sandwich and water there, you can eat it whenever you want.” Not wanting to act like you were affected by his voice, you said it more sternly to him.

“Stop being fucking annoying and get it out of here.” You rolled your eyes as you went over to the couch, and picked up the items and threw them in the trash.

“Happy? They’re gone.” His eyes got wide at your actions, not expecting it. “I haven’t seen you or heard from your properly for the past three weeks Min Yoongi. All I wanted was to sit down and see you for twenty minutes and then you could go back to work. But no, instead I get to hear you bitch at me, and act ungrateful as I think about your health.” You were practically fuming, if Yoongi could describe you right now, you were at the point where you had steam blowing out of your ears.

“Y/N I’m taking care of myself just fine, I’m a grown man for god’s sake. And I’m sorry you haven’t seen me for three weeks, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you started to date me. I’m sorry I’m an idol, but you’re gonna have to deal with it.” The way his voice came out, with no emotion to it is what made you even more upset. The fact that he is fine without seeing you, is what makes you heartbroken.

“I know what I got myself into Yoongi! But you’ve been ignoring me for three weeks! It’s like you disconnected yourself from me and you’re only focused on this! I still exist ya know!”

“Y/N I’m focused on this because it’s my job and I love it. This comes first, before you, before eating, before anything. I’m sorry that you feel ignored but you’re gonna have to put up with it.” He turned back around and slid on his headphones without bothering to give you a second look.

You stood there, dazed and confused at the words that just came out of his mouth. You licked your lips, nodding your head at his words, replaying them in your mind. It shocked you even more with the words that came out of your mouth next. “I think we need to take a break.” Of course he heard that sentence perfectly. He stopped in his tracks, not moving an inch, making sure he heard you correctly. “What?”

“You heard me Min Yoongi. A break. I think I need some time to think and you need some time to get your priorities sorted out.” With that, the door slammed and you were gone, leaving Yoongi to only his thoughts.

A break? Has he really been that bad of a boyfriend for the past 3 weeks for you tell him that you needed a break? The picture on his desk of you two was soon shattered into pieces onto the floor as he threw it against the wall. Enough is enough.

And a break essentially means a breakup.

He’s lost you.

________

Yoongi couldn’t focus the rest of the night, hearing your words, telling him that he’s been ignoring you and you miss him. He scrolled through the messages from you, and everything was from you, ranging from ‘Good morning!’ to ‘Did you eat lunch?’ to ‘Goodnight, I love you.” and everything else in-between. All you got from him were short responses saying ‘I won’t be back tonight.’

Yoongi knew he messed up, to the point that he had to leave the studio early because he couldn’t think. Because of his mistakes, he could lose the best thing in his life. And because of his stubbornness, he didn’t want to come back to you too quickly, so he gave you time to think just like you wanted while he lied awake in his bedroom thinking about you and only you.

________

“I thank you for coming over and hanging out with me these past few weeks, but Jackson, you can go back to your dorm and hang with the guys I’m doing fine.” You got up from the couch the empty popcorn bowl in your hand as the movie was ending.

“You’re my best friend Y/N, I’m not just leaving you besides we have another movie to watch.” He winked at you as he raised up the DVD case.

“I’ll get more popcorn then.” You sigh as a smile appeared on your face. Your childhood best friend was always there for you, never leaving you when things got to rough for you and vice versa. You’ve been through a lot together, and if it weren’t for him you wouldn’t have met Yoongi. Even though you and Yoongi are on this break, you still thank Jackson for introducing you to Yoongi because you couldn’t imagine life without him.

As you sat back down on the couch, a commercial on the TV was playing before Jackson could get the DVD in. The Melon Music Awards was only 6 days away, and Jackson of course was attending with his group. You thought you would attend with Yoongi this year, but things didn’t work out in your favor. “Do you like wanna go to that?” He must have caught you staring, zoned out in your own little world. Closing your eyes, you shook your head to gather yourself, focusing on Jackson’s question.

“To the Melon Music Awards? It’d be fun but no I can’t go.” You leaned back into the couch, throwing popcorn into your mouth.

“Why not?” You looked at him like he was stupid, throwing a piece of popcorn at him.

“Did you really just ask that?”

“Well I mean, yeah because you’re going with me.” He smirked as he pulled out a VIP pass for you.

“Uhm what? What is this!” You grabbed the pass and scanned it over.

“This pass is for you to walk the red carpet with me, and to sit next to me during the awards.”

“Jackson I can’t.” But you so badly wanted to go.

“Oh yes you can. We’re attending as best friends, but maybe this way you’ll grab Yoongi’s attention and he can apologize formally to you.” Now you understood his plan and where he was getting at.

“So, you’re only inviting me to get back at Yoongi?”

“AND I want to hang out with you and I know how bad you wanted to go.” He sheepishly grinned at you as you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him.

“Thank you so much!” You said into his neck and he nodded his head.

“We only have six days to find what you’re going to wear though. We should match.” You released your arms from around him and rolled your eyes.

“That’s too coupley don’t you think?”

“That’s too coupley blah blah.” He mocked you and you flicked him. “No it isn’t, it’ll look sweet.”

“Whatever you say.”

________

The day finally came and you were put into a room filled with stylists that Jackson had arranged for you to meet with. The makeup team, the hair styling team, the actual clothing stylist. You were a queen for a day. Jackson left you to be with them, as he had to get ready himself.

Yoongi was getting ready just like you, but he was more anxious. No calls or texts from you since you came that day to his studio. Maybe he should stop all this and apologize, he knew he was in the wrong. He buttoned the cuffs on his sleeves and adjusted his suit jacket as he looked in the mirror, hoping you would appear to wrap your arms around his neck and lean into his back telling him how handsome he is, or helping him with his cuffs. He knew just how badly you wanted to attend this award show with him, and it was nothing but his fault.

“You ready?” Namjoon walked into the room as Yoongi turned around and grabbed his phone.

“Yeah.” The two boys left the room, heading towards their limo.

________

“Wow Y/N.” Jackson’s mouth formed an O as he saw you walk into his room. You were wearing a long, black gown with a long train, long sleeves and an open back. Your black strappy heels matched perfectly as so did your hair which was done well in an updo with curls hanging loose around your ears. The makeup on your face was like it was drawn with a stencil, as it was a better job than you could ever do.

You gave a slight smile to Jackson, hanging on tightly to your black clutch. Jackson was dressed in a black tuxedo with a thin black tie, matching you to a T. “I can say the same about you.” You walked over to him, as you stared at the both of you through his mirror. “Where are the others?”

“Oh, they already went. It’s just me and you.” He of course had to put his plan into action to make Yoongi jealous.

“You really want to make him mad don’t you?”

“Mad, jealous, sorry for not apologizing sooner, all of the above. No one treats my best friend like that.” With that, the two of you left to step inside the limo waiting for you.

________

Cameras were flashing, bright lights were the only thing being seen, and voices of people telling the men standing in front of them to do different poses. As they eased their way across the red carpet, to all the interviewers, and the other groups, Rap Monster lead them to stand directly next to his friends group. “Where’s Jackson?” He peered around everyone, not seeing his friend anywhere.

“He’s coming, don’t worry about him.” Mark told him, while sipping on a bottle of water. There was something in his tone that made Yoongi’s stomach get butterflies, something in the way that made him talk that made Yoongi get nervous, anxious. About what though? And that’s when all the commotion started.

Gasps were coming from every person in the crowd, the cameras were going off 10 times more than normal. That’s when Yoongi saw a high heel stepping out of the limo as Jackson held onto the girl’s hand. It wasn’t any girl though, it was you.

The way you two were dressed in black. The way you held onto his hand as he pulled you out from the limo. The way his hand wrapped around your lower back. The way he pulled your closer to get pictures taken. It irked him in every way possible. Yoongi knew he was in the wrong since you left him that night, but you doing this was crossing a line.

“Jackson! How long have you been dating?” Paparazzi was screaming that question over and over again, wanting to get the scoop on the two of you. Yoongi knew that the two of you were only friends, but his gut was turning and he wanted to run through the crowd and throw a punch at Jackson.

“Dating? I can’t bring my beautiful friend here with me without getting accused of dating?” Jackson laughed at the reporters, as smiles appeared on their faces as well. Seeing him interact with the crowd like that, made Yoongi even more mad, his lips in a thin line, trying to stop himself from saying anything.

Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off of you, as Jackson helped you up the stairs. Your one hand in his while the other was pulling your dress up so you wouldn’t trip. When you got up, Jackson must have said something because you were laughing, then you left.

“Hey guys.” Jackson patted Namjoon’s back while bowing his head a little as he arrived in the circle.

Namjoon turned a little to shake his hand and pat his back. “Long time no see.”

“Well we’ve been busy.”

“Busy with my girl?” Yoongi chimed in. All eyes were on him, none of them expecting him to be so harsh on calling Jackson out.

“Last time I heard you were on a break.”

“Yeah and that’s still my girl.”

“Is that why you haven’t been contacting her for the past three weeks then?” And the circle fell silent as the guys had a stare down. Jackson was right, he was beyond right, and Yoongi knew that, he just didn’t want to admit it.

No one saw you come back, as a small, delicate hand landed on his shoulder, with black nails and silver accents added to them. Jackson swiveled his head and met you behind him. “Hey guys.” You bowed your head at them all, as they did the same to you, taking their breaths away.

“You look gorgeous Y/N.” Taehyung said to you as he moved his way over to you, making small talk with as some of the other boys did as well. Yoongi stood there, the odd man out of the group not knowing what to do, until he strode over to you and lightly grabbed your arm. “We need to talk.” He whispered in your ear, trying to get you to come with him but you shook your head. “I’m not going anywhere with Min Yoongi.”

He glared at you, he wasn’t prepared for that answer. “Well you’re gonna have to.” You snatched your arm from out of his grip and moved away from him slightly, making him hurt on the inside even more knowing that you wanted nothing to do with him.

“I’m staying here, and you’re the last person I want to talk to.” As the words left your mouth, Yoongi felt like he got punched in the stomach. Was this how you felt when he said those things to you that night? Because if so, he takes it back, everything, he never wants you to feel this again.

________

Yoongi made it obvious since the moment he sat down at the assigned table that he was only paying attention to you for the rest of the night. The way you leaned over to talk into Jackson’s ear or the way the others would talk to you, it was making Yoongi go mad. And when BTS had to leave to get ready for their performance he was paranoid more than ever.

As they performed their songs, you bopped along to the beat, enjoying the music like you always do. When they were done, you clapped like everyone else. You didn’t get up and yell “That’s my boyfriend!” like you always did backstage at a concert, or when you were watching a recording from a show. Yoongi saw, he saw how contained you were. What did he do?

________

They made their ways back to their seats, and once they were seated it was Got7’s turn to stand up and leave. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come backstage with me?” Jackson was standing up with a hand on your back leaning down to talk into your ear. “I’m fine right here, thank you though.” They were off and you were by yourself as the next presenter came out with the award in their hands.

Giving a well done speech about how all of the bands were highly qualified for this award. When they opened the envelope, the name ‘BTS’ fell from their lips and everyone erupted in cheers. You clapped along with them, watching as the boys hugged each other and made their way up on the stage, accepting their award. You were beyond happy for them, but you couldn’t let Yoongi see it. You wanted to scream along with the fans, but you held it in.

As the screams quieted down, Namjoon got ahold of the mic to give his speech. “We thank BigHit Entertainment, and all of the great people we work with. I thank the guys standing next to me, and of course ARMY’s, without you we wouldn’t be here. We love you.” The screams erupted again, both as Namjoon was moving away from the mic and Yoongi was moving towards the mic.

“I usually don’t say much,” he smirked a little, “but I felt like I needed to say something. I want to thank once again ARMY you are all amazing. I also want to thank BigHit, Bang PDnim, the boys and of course the girl who has my heart who supports me through it all.” Your face turns pale, you froze in your seat, wondering if people knew about the two of you. “I love her a lot and I want her to know that.” He looked directly at you as he delivered the last line.

And there was nothing he could do as you grabbed your clutch, stood up and left.

________

He told the boys he was using the bathroom, but they all knew he was going on a hunt to find you. He looked everywhere backstage, he even peered outside to see the red carpet and no one’s cameras were flashing, they were all just bored reporters.

About to give up and head back to his seat, hoping you were there. He finally found you, leaning against some backstage equipment in a secluded hallway, with your eyes closed. “What’s a beautiful girl doing here all by herself?” His raspy voice made your eyes shoot open, his hands were in his pockets as he stood in front of you.

“And what’s a jerk doing here standing in front of me?” You rolled your eyes and tried shoving past him but he lightly grabbed your hand and pulled you back.

“Y/N, stop this.” He seemed hurt, but not enough for you to stop this act.

“Stop what Yoongi? Stop what exactly?”

“Acting like this! You’re hurting me baby. Stop, please.” His voice grew quieter as the words fell from his mouth.

“I’m glad it hurts then.” His eyes softened, as they glazed over. “Music before me right? Now you know how I felt.” You released your wrist from his grasp, and started to walk but until a force hit you. His arms wrapped around waist, and his head was gently placed on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed into your neck. “So fucking sorry. I was tired and hungry and wasn’t taking care of myself. I was ignoring you when I shouldn’t have. God you were right, you’re always right. And without you I’m a fucking mess. Can’t you see that Y/N?” You turned your head to see his face just a little bit, and a tear escaped his eye.

“Ignoring me was a lot better, than telling me that I will never come before your music Yoongi.”

“But you do! God damn you do Y/N. It’s always you, my first priority. I don’t know what got ahold of me. But, please I’m begging, don’t fucking leave me.” You turned around and cupped his cheek with your hand, and he leaned into it. The first time he’s felt your touch in a while. “Just don’t leave me.” He begged. “Not hearing from you for three weeks hurt, but seeing you with Jackson dressed so beautifully hurt even more. My hearts breaking Y/N.” A sob escaped his mouth.

The strong and powerful Min Yoongi was standing before you, pouring his feelings out for you. Your strong Yoongi, was falling apart. You removed your hand from his cheek and he leaned his forehead against yours, wiping his eyes. “You said you needed time to think and I needed time to get my priorities straight. You come first. I’ve known this from the get go. My priorities haven’t changed and I don’t know what overcame me that night and those weeks. But, Y/N…” You cut him off by placing your lips gently against his. He placed his hands on your cheeks, pulling you closer as the kiss got hotter by the second. “Don’t leave me.” He whispered as he pulled away.

“Never.” His lips reconnected to yours.

“You don’t understand how scared I was to lose the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’m sorry that my stubbornness got in the way of me not apologizing. Seeing you here, dressed like this, with your best friend, made me a jealous man, and made me realize that I don’t know what I would do with myself if you moved on from me.”

“Thank you.” He looked at you confused. “For apologizing. For realizing what you did wrong, even though that damn stubbornness held you back, but that’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you. If you think I could get over you that easily, you’re wrong. You are the man of my dreams Yoongi. We just hit a bump in the road, and every couple does.” You both smiled at each other, and he brushed your cheek with his hand.

“God what did I do to deserve you?” You both giggled.

“I don’t know.” You replied.

“I don’t know either but good god, you got the best of me, and you will for the rest of my life.” And your foreheads meet again as he leaned in one more time to capture your lips.

Talker

Title: Talker

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Type: Platonic | Romantic | Familial | Other

Warnings: profanity, angst omg, thats it??

Summary: in which Richie will keep talking until someone remembers him.


You’d spent your life searching for love.

You searched for it in your house - between cracked mirrors and dusty mantels and air thick with wine and yelling, but you couldn’t find it there. You searched for it between the pressed pages of your library books, in the cassettes that drowned out the yells in early hours of the morning, in the pencils arranged and re-arranged in colour order like a set of toy soldiers lining your desk, but you couldn’t find it there, either.

In fact, you found it in the place you least expected.

You knew ordinary people loved the most simple, ordinary things - flowers and cakes and clothes, a song or a poem or the stars on a clear night. But none of it seemed to work for you. You wanted something that made you feel so fiercely that you felt it with ever fibre of your beings - something that made you ache and sore at the same time, the perfect blend of pain and euphoria.

But love wasn’t a stew simmering in a pot, and you couldn’t find it in a thing.

You found it in a person - and that person was the one you’d least expect.

Richie Tozier was, dare you say, nefarious in Derry. His loud mouth got him into trouble often, and he seemed to spend more time in class doodling absently with a pen lid in his mouth, blowing spitballs or flipping off other students loudly - and yet, inexplicably, the straight A’s on his report card practically glowed through the envelope at the end of semester. You’d never paid much mind to him - you had little time for trashmouths, save for the odd “shut up, Richie,” when he made a passing remark at you in the hallway.

So, you two had spoken before. But you’d never talked, not in a real way.

Not until you found him curled against his porch bannister at midnight, freezing cold with his chin buried in his knees.

At first, you hesitated to even go up to him. But he looked so very lost at that moment, your empathy got the better of you. So, slightly against your better judgement, you cautiously made your way over to the half-asleep boy, who had still failed to notice you.

“Richie?” you called timidly, and he started violently - clearly you’d just jerked him from a heavy half-slumber, but as soon as he saw you, his face cracked into a wide smile.

“Hey there, sweetcheeks,” he countered cheekily, stumbling to his feet. “What’re you doing here?”

You shrugged. “Just…passing through. Why are you on the porch?”

Richie suddenly seemed to remember where he was. “Oh.” He kicked the decking with his sneakers. “Just… got locked out.”

“Aren’t your parents home?” you inquired with a frown, making further forward before stopping at the porch.

Richie laughed, a sound slightly too bitter to be considered genuine. “Yeah, uh… they’re the ones who locked me out.”

“Oh. Sorry.” There didn’t seem to be much else to say, much as you wanted to come up with something. “Are you… okay?”

“Me? Never better, Bubs!” He brushed off your concern like a dust speck, that wide smile ever-present. “I just love it out here, y’know? Freezing my balls of is, personally, the highlight of my night. Other than talking to all the pretty girls cruising through my neighbourhood.” He sent a wink at you, to which you rolled your eyes.

“But…” you chewed your lip. “They’re not gonna leave you out here all night, right?”

He scoffed. “Nah - no way. Mom’ll be out in an hour or two to throw out the empty wine bottles and I can probably sneak in, like, incognito. Like a ninja.”

You laughed, despite yourself, and Richie seemed to swell with some kind of self-assurance. “Okay, well - I should head home. If you’re sure you’re gonna be okay?”

“Hey, if you’re looking for an excuse to stay, look no further!” His arms splayed out wildly before flopping back to his sides. Rolling your eyes again, you backed out of the driveway and clambered aboard your bike again.

“Later, Tozier,” you said in goodbye.

“Only if I’m lucky, sweet thang,” he replied with a pretty terrible accent of something that sounded like it was supposed to be Western, and you grinned to yourself in the dark as you started up the pedals.

You didn’t see the way his smile slipped as your bike took off down the dark road, as the silence filled the street, and as he sank back down onto his porch, a scared little boy once again.

After all, if Richie wasn’t talking, what was he good for?


—————


The next time you talked to Richie Tozier was when you found him in the girls’ toilets - and not in the context you’d expect.

He was crouched in the end stall - or, to you at that time, the only toilet not blocked by paper towels. Awkwardly, you reached for the door and knocked.

“Hey, um - sorry, are you almost done in there? All the others toilets are blocked,” you explained gingerly. There was no reply, but you heard breath hitch in a throat.

You bent down to glimpse through the gap at the bottom of the stall, and a pair of feet stared back at you - bright stripy socks, clad in black sneakers with the soles almost completely torn off, and most definitely not belonging to a girl.

“What the fuck?” you muttered, before rapping on the door. “Who’s in there?”

“Don’t freak out,” came the muffled reply, and you frowned as the lock clicked open. The frown turned to shock as the door edged open, and the brown eye of Richie Tozier stared balefully out at you, magnified by his thick red glasses.

Tozier?” You gaped at him. “Jesus Christ - I should’ve known.”

“No, hey! Hey, it’s not like that!” he protested in a harsh whisper. “I - I’m hiding from Bowers and his army of fuckwads, alright?”

“Don’t you think a girl’s toilet is the first place they’ll look for you?” you countered drily. The brown eye widened affront.

“That’s fucking mean.”

You grinned. “I saw Bowers five minutes ago on the art block, laying into that Bible kid in second grade, alright? You’re good for now.”

“Really?” The door edged open, leaving Richie looking sheepish and out-of-place, with his garishly-bright, untucked shirt, head of messy curls and shabby sneakers, against the bland, placid toilet cubicle around him.

“Mm,” you hummed in affirmation. Richie blew out his cheeks in relief, nervously knocking his glasses back up his nose.

“Thanks,” he proffered, and the word felt odd in his voice, almost like he rarely said it.

“Don’t worry about it.” Your eyes were suddenly drawn to a discoloured patch of skin peeking over the hem of his grey undershirt. The hue of dying flowers, the bruise loomed over at you, ugly and fist-shaped, and you winced despite yourself. “Bowers give you that?”

“Wha-” His fingers skittered down to his collar, yanking up his shirt to shield the bruise from view. “Hockstetter,” he muttered after, letting his arms hang limp at his sides. “Dickwad. All because I told him he had ever venereal disease known to mankind, too!”

A giggle leapt from your mouth. “I’d have socked you too.”

Richie looks at you sharply, before the annoyance splinters and he dredges up a weak smile. He hauls himself onto the sinks, apparently getting comfy.

“To be fair, I only said it to keep him from laying into Bill,” the bespectacled boy continued thoughtfully. “You’d think the day he came to school after Georgie went missing, Hockstetter would be less of a bitchbag, but I guess not. Long story short, Hockstetter’s a sadist, Bill was pretty fucking sad, and I got mouthy, and then I got decked. God’s balance of nature is pretty mesmerising.”

You looked at Richie then - really looked at him, under the mask he wore with a huge painted smile under porcelain eyes, and you saw him. You saw a boy who’s mouth ran faster than his brain, who’s jokes unravelled quickly to the black bitterness at their core. And it was sad.

“I think-” You cleared your throat. “I think that was really good of you.”

Richie glanced at you in surprise, then began swinging his legs absently. “Thanks, I guess.”

Your small smile slipped as Richie suddenly swung down from the sink with extravagant vigour, landing with a flourish at your feet. “And, next up on Richiana Jones, he takes Greta Bowie and Belch Huggins’ ugly heads and - WHAM - the force of the two idiots colliding is too great for our cosmic universe.”

He kept at it until you were laughing, laughing so hard you had to hold the sink for purchase and your throat was aching. When you finally subsided with a giggle and a hiccup, Richie was beaming as if he’d accomplished the greatest feat in the world - and then the guilt slid over you, hot and cold and burning.

You’d given him just what he wanted. For a second, you’d seen beneath his mask, touched the skin beneath the cool plastic - and he’d hated it, hated how it made him shudder and ache for more. And so the only way was to make you laugh. You had a nice laugh, anyway. Not like most people. When they laughed, it was to be pretty, or seem clever or fun or humorous. You laughed with your whole body.

You swallowed, feeling the smile slide off your face like oil over water. “You don’t have to do that,” you mumbled.

“Do what? Because I personally think a snake bite to the dick would do Criss some good-”

That, Richie! You’re doing it now. It’s okay to… let people care about you every once in a while!”

He blinked, eyes huge and wounded behind his glasses. When he spoke, his voice was smaller than you’d ever heard it. “I just like making people laugh.”

You sighed. “Because you’re terrified everyone will forget you if you don’t. You’ll just keep talking until someone remembers you, won’t you, Tozier?”

You’d hit on a truth like a lightning bolt - Richie was horrified to feel the prick of tears at the corners of his eyes, and you watched with a heavy chest as he scrubbed furiously at his cheeks.

“I gotta go,” he mumbled, shoving past you none too gently. You almost let him, but at the last second, your hand shot out, closing over his wrist.

“You don’t. You don’t have to run.”

He turned back to face you. “It’s just… stupid. I feel like I have to try so fucking hard, even with my friends, y’know? But it’s like, they’ll move on eventually. They’ll find someone less annoying, less loud, less unpredictable and good ol’ Richie Tozier’ll find himself right back where he started.”

He squeaked embarrassingly loud as you suddenly pulled him close in a hug. He flailed feebly, arms waving like an octopus in distress - and then he caved, letting your warmth soak through his clothes, letting his breathing fall into step with yours, burying his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m scared,” he whispered, and he hated how pathetic it sounded as it left his mouth.

You hugged him fiercely. Your eyes were wet. “I know,” you whispered, and you felt the first wet drop of tears on your shoulder.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for writing enemies to lovers?

Hi, love!  Thanks for your question and your patience <3  I’m currently writing something similar to this, so I hope my experience can help you here!

Enemies-to-lovers is a popular trope, but it’s often treated carelessly by writers – especially TV/movie writers who rush through the transition to fit a single movie or episode arc.  There’s nothing worse you can do in this situation than to rush your arc.  Falling in love is already a time-consuming plotline – but transitioning from enemies, who are already shutting each other out, to lovers?  The quicker it happens, the less believable it becomes.

I have a lot of notes on how to write enemies to lovers, so bear with me as I list them out.


Writing Enemies to Lovers: The Basic Ingredients

1. Give them some similar traits.

No matter what, two people can’t fall in love if they don’t relate on some level.  The first step to creating possible love interests is to find where they’ll connect.  Are they a hero and a villain?  Evil and good?  Night and day?  I bet they both love animals.  Maybe they’re both way into politics.  Maybe they share a common enemy.  Maybe they’re both neat freaks or a bit sassy or super gay or love the same music.  It can be a few important things or a bunch of superficial things – just make sure they have something that can tie them together.

Originally posted by sonandheirofnothinginparticular


2. Put them on the same side of something.

When two people are mortal foes, it can be hard for them to see each other in any other light.  Bringing in a common enemy (an anti-hero, a natural disaster, a person in power), or a common interest (a mutual friend, a school play, a moral cause), can land foes on a team together.  This forces them to become aware of each other’s strengths, and to consider (and worry about) each other’s weaknesses.  This is perfect fodder for an eyebrows-raised, “Hey, they don’t suck at this particular thing,” moment.

Originally posted by ilostthatfeeling


3. Get them alone.

With other people watching (especially friends/coworkers/allies), little groundwork can be made for your two hate-lovers.  If you get your characters alone together, you’re given a bounty of opportunities to bond them, including but not limited to: actual conversations, accidental (or faux-accidental) physical contact, the sneaky moment of checking each other out, etc. etc. etc.  People are different when you get them away from their friends – less extreme, less rowdy, less unreachable.  If you have to trap your characters in an elevator the old-fashioned way, damn it, you’re the only one who can do it.

Originally posted by vicchan


4. Let them fight their feelings.

If these two are truly enemies, there isn’t going to be a moment of, “Oh, I like them.  Huh.  Neato.”  Oh, no.  There will be internal backlash – they will beat their emotions back with a broom, and deny them to anyone who asks.  There will be extra hateful glares, more middle fingers, and basically anything they can do to remind themselves that they don’t like this person.  If you show this internal conflict, it both (a) makes the feelings seem real, organic, and (b) creates a more realistic transition from hate to love.

Originally posted by 1980s-90sgifs


5. Love can sound like hate.

There’s a reason people say indifference is the true opposite of love.  When your two enemies start to feel things for each other, this will probably spark a lot of ranting, arguing, and door-slamming.  It creates a fixation – you sit there and you stew and you tell your friends, “Remember when they did that stupid thing?  Yeah.  Screw them.”  Your friends roll their eyes.  When will you stop talking about this person?  Just kiss them already.

Originally posted by newgirlonfox


6. Sexual tension is a powerful tool.

If your characters experience sexual attraction, this is a great way to accelerate their relationship against their will.  It’s the age-old, “My mind says no but my body says yes,” dilemma.  Your characters can’t stand each other, or the image they have of each other, but they’re attracted like magnets and can’t shake it.  This can make for some pretty hot – or pretty hilarious – scenes.

Originally posted by swmovies


7. Give them a moment of horrified realization.

Eventually, the feelings will grow strong enough that one or both of them will have to sit there, probably on the bathroom floor a little bit drunk with one sock on, and realize: “I love that f*cker.”  It’ll be a scary moment for them.  It’s not that they haven’t known it – they just have yet to accept that it’s something to deal with, until now.  This can be prompted by a dangerous situation, a shared activity, or a failed attempt at another romance – so when they really sit and think about it, they know.  Then it becomes a question of either “how do I get rid of this?” or “how do I pursue this?”.

Originally posted by crazyexedits


8. Try their hand at flirting.

Whether one or both characters have come to accept their feelings, someone’s gotta start flirting.  A glancing touch across the arm; a small comment that could kind of be construed as amicable; a lingering glance; that first peek at their enemy’s smile.  Something cute and quick and immediately followed by an existential crisis will do in a pinch.  Without this water-testing, readers won’t have any image of what this relationship will look like – and if it can succeed.

Originally posted by spidersprout


9. Craft the perfect kiss/hug/confession.

When the time is right, create an undeniable display of attraction to transition into a new phase of their relationship: the “welp-we-both-like-each-other” phase, which comes right before the “we-decided-to-(stay-platonic/start-romancin’)” phase.  The Big Kiss/Confession is the most iconic climactic love scene, in which the two characters take a chance and become vulnerable with each other – and kiss, or say, “I love you,” or do anything that can’t be construed in any other way.  Want to extend the drama?  Interrupt them, or have it be one-sided, or let it turn into a fight until they decide, “Forget it, this was stupid.”  Readers will swoon.

Originally posted by theparksfiles


10. Finish up with an awkward adjustment period.

If and when your characters do enter a relationship, make sure it’s a little tentative at the beginning, to keep it realistic.  Your characters have made a huge shift in their dynamic – there will be some lingering arguments and love-hate, and maybe a bit of discomfort going public with their romance.  Then come the usual growing pains of a new relationship getting serious – figuring out how to navigate each other’s flaws, learning to be open with their feelings, dealing with unresolved fights from before their relationship.  It won’t be perfect right away.  That’s the beauty of it.

Originally posted by flirtyaniston


I hope this helps you, love!  I adore love-hate relationships, and I hope you enjoy crafting your own enemies-to-lovers as much as we’ll all love reading them :)  Good luck!

– Mod Joanna ♥️


If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask us!

She’s A Devil Between The Sheets (Harry Styles Smut One Shot)

This wasn’t requested but I had inspiration to write this one because of the Victoria Secret Fashion Show! Sorry I got a little carried away, sorry if its abit long, but enjoyed every second of writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it! If you have any requests let me know and ill get back to you asap. Enjoy! -K

Warnings: Extra smut

Word Count: 10K

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Y/N’S POV
“Babe your phone is ringing” I heard Harry shout from the living room downstairs as I was putting my skirt over my legs, getting ready for the stressful day ahead. Well not really a physical stressful day, just emotional. Last week I had flew over to New York to meet with the owner and producers of Victoria Secret to talk about me walking this year. I worked so hard to get to this point, and to even be asked to come down and have a meeting with them was a big thing let alone actually getting picked. But I know for a fact I wont get picked, I’m not like the rest of the models. They are all like six feet tall, skinny. Its just not me.

I quickly ran down the stairs to grab my phone, which Harry had at hand at the bottom of the stairs. “Hello?” I jumped onto the couch tummy first, leaning on my elbows listening to my manager greeting me back. “Hey so I have some good news, the producers of the Victoria fashion show wants you back into the casting room in New York” “What again? I’m literally just back” “Well they want you back, you must of done something right Y/N” A slight giggle came from her mouth as I sat there not knowing what to reply back. “I’ve cancelled your stuff for the week and ill pick you up in a few hours to head to the airport, okay?” “Yeah sure ill see you soon” I hung up the phone and threw it behind me on the sofa. “Who was that?” “It was my manager, Ed Razek and Monica Mitro from Victoria Secret want me to come back to their casting studio like as soon as, Claire is coming to lift me in a few hours to go there and see what they want to say” Harry’s face lit up in pure excitement. “Y/N that is really good news, your going to be a angel” He quickly ran over to the sofa beside me, lifted my arms up to make me stand and grabbed my waist, pulling me off of the sofa. “Harry I haven’t got it, its just to talk or something” I giggled as he continued to dance me around the living room. “Y/N, c’mon, they would be pure idiots if they didn’t cast you. Plus, if you walk you’ll be with me, and you know how I love you wearing sexy underwear”

He grabbed my waist pulling me into him while he attacked my neck, giving me goose bumps all over. Harry is performing in this years show in Shanghai and he’s been excited ever since I had met them the first time to talk about walking. Harry was going to turn it down because he found women walking around in their underwear in front of the whole world very objectifying. The only reason why he accepted was because its really good publicity for his music, so it was a no brainer. But when I told him that I was being considered he was ecstatic, he couldn’t of been more excited to have someone there with him, and that he wanted to see practically naked.

“Harry your going to be singing, not judging. You should be concentrating on your singing. Besides you’ll be eyeing up all of the ladies anyway, I wouldn’t judge you” “Y/N your insane, yeah I will be looking at them because they are there, but ill not be looking at them the way I look at you when your dressed like that, fuck” His breathing got deeper with the thought of me dressing like that. His hands went straight to my bum like a magnet and clutched it, giving it a quick smack making me moan into him. “H don’t start something you cant finish, I have to start packing” I pushed his chest away from me and looked up at his grin growing on his lips. “I’m defiantly going to finish what I started” He grabbed at my waist yet again and lifted me over his shoulder making me yelp in surprise. “Harry put me down” I screamed with pure laughter rising within my chest as he walked up the stairs. “I’m just going to help you pack, after I’m finished with you”

Once I got off of the plane of course it was a media frenzy, trying to get the best picture of me, but I wasn’t having it. I wrapped my scarf around my face as I walked/ran down to get into my car to head to meet the producers. I’ve never felt so nervous in my entire life, this is such a big deal for me. I just hope that I done as much as I could do.

“Y/N, so nice to see you again” Monica Mitro, the main producer of the show, came over to greet me when I walked into the studios. As I made my way to her I was looking round at all of the drawings and planograms for the show. Looking the other way I seen the outfits on the manikins all ready for the show. “Thank you so much for coming back, I know you just landed back in London when you got our call” “No not at all, its fine” She wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace as I tried to hold back my nervous shaking in my body. “So the reason why we brought you back is because we want to see you walk for us again. All of the models are so outstanding this year and we are having such a hard time deciding who to choose, so we wanted to make sure that we were picking the right people. I hope we haven’t put you through a lot of bother bringing you back?” “No no, honestly I would give up anything to be here so don’t worry” We both giggled as we walked to the dressing room. “So at this point it doesn’t really matter about what underwear your wearing, so you can wear your own that you have on or we have simple thong and bra’s here if you want to have a little nosey through them. We will be waiting in the casting room. Don’t panic about us and just enjoy it. Pretend your walking that stage and you strut your stuff” Her grin was contagious looking back at me. “No problem, thank you Monica”

I took off my clothes and looked at my underwear that I had on, baby blue with silver diamonds on the underside of the bra. Its perfectly fitting for this audition, if that’s what you would even call it. I quickly flipped my hair across my shoulders making sure it looked sexy, even though it was just pure jetlag hair. One of the stylists on the set gave me a pair of stiletto heels to match my undies. Lets hope I don’t fall with them on, that would be the biggest nightmare of my life. I pulled the curtain back and walked straight into the casting room, which had around 30 people with cameras and clipboards, with Monica and Ed sitting beside a desk. As I walked in everyone’s eyes were on me until I stood right in front of the two producers. Oh god. Panic and nerves set heavy in my chest as I couldn’t take my eyes off of every single person in this room. “Okay Y/N whenever your ready” Ed stated while he leaned onto the deck with his elbows resting on the marble surface. I gave them a quick smile and turned around to make my way to the back of the room. My mind was racing 100 miles an hour, thinking of all the things that could go wrong within these crucial minutes. I suddenly thought of Harry, and remembering when I was practising the first time at home. Just think that your walking for Harry, c’mon Y/N you can do this. The small prep talk gave me a sudden release of confidence and I turned around facing the VS team. I started walking down, swinging my hips with my hands on them. When I made my way to the end of the walk, I gave my most cheesy grin and posed the way Harry thought was the sexiest way, pulling my waist to the side I gave them a smile, wink and blew them a kiss and strutted my way back to the back of the room with pure sass and attitude in it. I know I went over the top, but that’s the only way they will even consider me.

A round of applause came from the bottom of the room as I made my way down to the desk and audience in front. My face turned a pink shade with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement emotions running through me. “Y/N that was brilliant” Monica gushed as the claps in the room started to die down. “What are you doing on the 20th of November?” My smile gushed to my face knowing what he meant. “Nothing I guess” I giggled looking at them in complete shock. “How would you like to walk for us?” “No way, are you serious?” My body just crouched down to the ground with my hands wrapped around my face, again in complete shock. “Oh my gosh yes of course I will, thank you so much” I got up and made my way over to them and gave them a hug. I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face. “Your different than the rest of the models Y/N. You stand out, and that’s what we look for in this fashion show, originality. Walk just like that and the cameras wont take their lenses off of you, good job” “You have a month to rehearse and get ready, which you don’t need anyway, your a natural” “Thank you so much I cant explain what this means to me” I couldn’t let go of both of them, tears coming down my face, I’m on cloud 9 right now. “Now you can go tell Harry, I’m sure he will be ecstatic that your walking with him” “I cant wait to tell him, thank you so much” I ran out of the casting room and jumped right on Claire, my manager. “I’m walking Claire I’m walking” I shouted as her face lit up. “Didn’t I tell you that you could do it” “Yes oh my god I need to ring Harry and tell him the good news”

I quickly ran into the changing rooms where my phone was hidden in my coat pocket and quickly dialled his number with my hands shaking with pure excitement. “Hey beautiful, how did it go?” “Hey Harry, I’m walking, I’m fucking walking I cant believe it” “Your lying” “No I’m dead serious, this is actually happening H” “Y/N I’m so proud of you baby girl, you done it. Now we can go together, this is going to be so fun. I have to go sweetie, I’m in the middle of rehearsals for x factor tonight. When are you coming home?” “I’m coming home tonight, so ill see you in like 8 hours” “Okay baby ill see you soon, love you” “Okay, have a good show, love you too” I hung up the phone and ran to get changed. This is going to be the longest month of my life

**1 month later**

“C’mon Y/N were going to be late for our flight” I was rushing round and making sure that I was packing everything that I needed before I left. I didn’t wanna forget anything, this is the biggest thing that is happening in my career and I want it to go smoothly without any problems. “I’m coming H” I had a final look around the bedroom making sure I had everything and walked out to meet him in the car that was lifting us to bring us to the airport.

Once we got to the airport there was nothing but paps, reporters and fans waiting for us at the entrance. Once it came out the line up for the models and performers, social media went crazy for us two being there at the same time. Fans, radio stations, even Ellen had mentioned it on her show, I didn’t even think it was a big deal that I was walking when my boyfriend was performing. But yet again who’s boyfriend is Harry Styles? “You okay?” Harry brought me out of my panicked state and I looked straight at him. “Yeah of course I am baby” I lifted my hand and placed it on one of his hands, squeezing it a little. I knew that Harry could read through me, he knew how I was feeling. “Look babe I know you don’t like the paps and a lot of media but this event is what its about. No matter where we go in the next few days that’s all that’s going to be in our faces. I love you and I wont let anyone hurt you or do anything, but you just have to go out there and not let them bother you and walk as if their not there. At the end of the day we have bodyguards there to help us get through. If anyone says anything to you just brush it off and don’t reply back to them. Just make sure you get through to security without any problems. But don’t worry ill be right behind you, okay love?” His eyes never leaving mine, he takes my hand in his two. “Yeah okay, just don’t let go of my hand, please” “Of course I wont Y/N/N” All of a sudden our door swung open and we both walked out of the car. As soon as we walked not even 10 feet, we were bombarded with fans and paps, literally right in out faces. But I did what H said and just put my head down and rushed through the crowd of people who were screaming our names. No matter how many times I go out with Harry in public, I’m still not used to this whole thing. But I will have to be if I wanna be with him forever, because that’s the way its going to be I guess.

Once we got onto the plane and sat down, I took a massive sigh as relief rushed through me. Harry came and sat beside me and I placed my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in closer to him as I quickly went into a deep sleep. This is probably going to be the only calm moment were going to have for the next few days, so I’m making the most of it. The smell of him making me feel so much comfort, no matter where I go I always feel at home with him. And I hope he feels the same way.

The plane had landed a lot quicker than I had wanted it to be, even though the flight was 11 and a half hours long. “Babe c’mon we have to go” “But Harry I don’t wanna get out just yet, I wanna sleep” “I know babe, the time difference is crazy, but we have no time to sleep, were already late, lets go” Harry’s voice more stern and his grasp on my arms tighter as he dragged me out of the chair and brought me to the door of the plane. I was so shocked to see that there was no paps or fans waiting out in the airport for us, thank god I thought. “So the plan is you are going straight to the stadium to try on your outfits and go through the line ups, and then your going to a Victoria Secret dinner with all the models and directors of the show. Then your going straight to bed quite early, you’ll need as much sleep as you can get cuz you have to get up at half 5 to do your promo and a lot of rehearsals” Claire was listing off the schedule on her paperwork as me and Harry was grabbing our luggage from the conveyer belt in the airport. “Wow, okay, so I guess ill not see you until tonight when I come to the hotel room” I looked at harry giving him the cutest puppy eyes I know that he loves. “I know babe but it’ll be worth it seeing everything and knowing what you need to do, you’ll love the experience for sure” He grinned as we were putting our luggage into the back of the car, harry helping with mine of course. “Y/N your coming with me” Claire raised her voice when I turned around to face her, seeing her getting into a different car. “Wait, can I say bye to Harry?” “C’mon be quick” She yelled as she was getting into the car waiting for me. “Babe you go ahead before she drags you into the car” Harry smirked looking at the car then back at me. “I love you, ill text you later when I get a chance yeah?” “Course babe” He answered as he pulled me in for a quick but deep kiss. I ran towards the car and got in. I never took my eyes off Harry as the car drove off to the stadium, I miss him already.

Once I entered the stadium there was nothing but people and lights and even more people. It was all like a dream, I thought to myself that this is going to be the best week of my entire life. I cant wait to get started. One of the stylist came over to me and shook my hand. His name was Olivier, he is the owner of Balmain which is based in France, and has designed the pieces for the clothing line. “Hello Y/N very nice to meet you, i’ve heard and seen a lot of you recently, I cant wait to see you walk in my clothing” “Its lovely to meet you too Olivier, I know all about you, I follow you and your fashion everywhere, I’m such a huge fan” “Thank you very much I’m so glad you like my work, its good to see the models enjoying my clothes and want to wear them, that’s what makes this job worth while you know” We both laughed and he brought to a different room that had all of the clothing ready to be tried on. We walked to a specific piece of clothing on the stand, which was absolutely breath taking. It had a very rock n roll meeting sexy innocent girl vibe. It had a black silk bra with silver studs around the pads and the Victoria secret logo underneath, with the same material on the hot pants. He had matched it with a spiked silver necklace, thigh high laced boots, and to top it off, a metal designed leather jacket with the Victoria Secret logo placed on the back of it. It was absolutely amazing looking at all the pieces put together. “When I was looking at all of the models polaroid’s on the table a couple of weeks ago, I was trying to pair this look with some of the models, but I couldn’t find the perfect person that would suit this. But when I seen you I thought that you were the perfect person to wear this piece, so I want you to wear this” “But Olivier, this is a big piece in your clothing line, you normally give this to Cara Delevigne or Bella Hadid to wear because the always lead the show?” “Well I feel like your going to be the eye of the show this year, and I want you to wear it” He took my hand and grasped it into his. “No way, oh my goodness this is amazing, I would be honoured, thank you so much” I said as I looked towards the eye catching bit of clothing. “So lets try it on”

Harry’s POV
I sat here in the hotel room, for once not doing anything at all, which made me feel out of place, like I felt like I had to do something. I got up and rang one of my friends that joined us on this trip to see If he wanted to meet up for a walk around Shanghai, to take in the city. I never really get around the cities that I’m in when I’m working in them so this is the perfect opportunity to do so.

We walked around the nature part of Shanghai when we heard a lot of screaming coming from behind us, when I realised that no one had actually found out that I was already here because we were playing it on the down low. Me and Ben ended up staying here for a good hour going through each girl, taking pictures, signing books and my album. It was nice that I could take my time with each person and talk to them. I soon realise that it was time for some dinner before I went to lift Y/N from the models dinner. Me and Ben got some food sent to the hotel room. I couldn’t really be bothered going out for something to eat, I was just too exhausted. “So Harry, you excited for tomorrow?” Ben asked as she was stuffing his face with vegetable noodles. “You know what? I’m actually nervous. I don’t really know what to expect. I mean I know its girls walking around me in their underwear, and for most guys that’s their dream come true. But for me I just cant wait to get it over with, I never wanted to do it from the beginning” “Really, man as you said anyone would kill for to do that” “The only thing that’s getting me by is knowing that Y/N is walking around me, she always makes me feel so comfortable and she just makes me feel at home no matter where we are” I smiled looking down at my food, which I had no appetite for just thinking about Y/N and how lucky I am to have her. “Speaking of Y/N, how is things between you two?” “It honestly couldn’t be better, I sometimes look at her, if its when were out for dinner, out with friends, or even if its just her lying in our bed with no makeup on and she’s reading a book, and just think to myself how did I get so lucky to have her” I couldn’t whack the smile off of my face if I tried to. “Man you’ve got it bad, its good to see you happy though” “Yeah she’s defiantly the one for me. You know when you know I guess”

Me and Ben were just sitting talking about random shit when I realised it was time for me to get Y/N to bring her back to the hotel for a good nights rest. If anything I just cant wait to get into bed and cuddle her to sleep. When I got into the car I sped off to the entrance of the stadium and waited for her to come out. It didn’t take long until her face was in sight, looking out for me. I dooted the horn to make her look my way. She smiled and ran her way over to the car and got in beside me. “Hey baby how was it?” “It was the best day of my life so far I cant believe it” “I thought the best day of your life was meeting me?” I quickly frowned at her, with a chuckle rising from her chest. “No babe in my career, silly boy” She pushed her fingers through my hair and brought it down to my thigh giving it a squeeze. She better not start this, she knows the way I get when she touches me there. “We had done the dress rehearsal and after they were so impressed with me that they asked me to open and close the show” Her smile was so contagious when she was staring at me, just pure happiness radiating off of her. “Baby that is amazing I’m so proud of you baby girl” I pulled her towards me and gave her the biggest hug I could and gave her a quick peck, I never like giving too much pda in front of people because I always like to keep certain things between us. I know were not having sex or anything around other people, but there is always certain things you like to keep to yourself you know. “Thank you sweetie” She smiled up at me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of my girl. “Oh my god it just hit me, guess who’s opening and closing the show also?” “No way, are you kidding?” “No I’m performing kiwi and only angel at the start and at the end, not sure what order though but that’s all I know so far” “Harry that is amazing, I cant wait to see your face when I walk, I think it’ll be the only thing that will calm down my nerves” She said with a sigh of relief to it. “I think It will be the only thing that will calm my nerves knowing that your going to come out on stage with me too” I sunk my head into the side of her face and I whispered “It will maybe make me feel abit more excited too while your there, I don’t know what your going to wear but I know for a fact it will be something that I cant wait to take off later” Her eyes lit up as she smacked my harm harshly. “Harry, your so horny recently what’s gotten into you?” “You”

We finally arrived at the hotel and we made our way up to the hotel room. Once Y/N got to the bed she flung herself onto it and made a groaning noise. “Thank god that day is over, it was such a long day. Everyone was everywhere and there was so many people looking me at the one time I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. Don’t get me wrong I loved every second of it, but it was just so draining” I sat down beside her and placed my hands on her back, massaging her shoulder blades a little, receiving a little moan in return. “Love I know how you feel. Its the same when I’m on tour. One person wants me on stage to make sure that the lighting is right, then Lou wants me over to try on some looks, then my vocal coach is with me at all times checking my voice. It’s all just an adrenaline atmosphere, but you do get used to it after a while. I know this isn’t your true job, but this event will defiantly get you into modelling if that’s what you really wanna do” “Yeah it is, but signing is my natural calling I guess” “Well you can use both, sing for Balmain’s events” I chuckled at my own joke and Y/N turned around on her back, lifting her arms up to lean on her elbows looking at me in awe. “You can do anything you put your mind to, love. If you really want something, do it. Because I know that you can do it.  No matter what you wanna do ill be routing for you, you know that right?” I sighed as I looked down at her sleepy eyes, rubbing her stomach in small circles. “Yeah of course H, I love you so much” She brought herself up to me and gave me such a passionate kiss. The kiss quickly deepened as she quickly jumped on my lap with her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands trailing up my chest and into my hair. A small groan came from within me as my hands went straight to her tight bum, my dick twitching in my jeans when she started to grind up and down on me. “Baby you need your rest, you’ve got a big day ahead” I quickly let go of her lips to look up at her. Her face just full of lust, her emotion right now was pure desperation and need. She wanted me and I never ever turn her down, but under these circumstances she needs her rest. Even though I’m trying my best to contain my hard on in my jeans underneath her grinding on me. “Baby please, I’m just so stressed and horny, please just really quick” Her body still pulling and pushing against me, this woman pure tortures me. I flipped her over so she was lying on the bed, and I was hovering over her. “The things you do to me woman, its a good job I love you” Her face went a state of confusion at my statement, oh shit that came out wrong. “Do you not want to have sex with me?” My face was emotionless as I looked at her reaction, which was pure hurt in her eyes, the lust slowly draining out. “No no babe that came out wrong, I meant to say that I would do anything to make you happy, even though I want it too and I know you need your rest” “Just shut up and kiss me” She giggled as she pushed my head down to meet her lips and she immediately sucked on my bottom lip, she knows that gets me going. Her hands diverted straight to my jeans, unbuckling the belt within seconds. Fuck she must really want me. Such a turn on. Her hands went underneath them and my under and started to rub at the base of my dick, which made me leak instantly. I couldn’t hold in my moans as they escaped into her mouth. “Fuck” I mumbled when I decided to take my lips away from hers and took my clothes off so I was naked in front of her with my dick hitting off of my lower abdomen. She decided to take off her tiny little dress, her bra and knickers being pooled to the floor beside the bed and she just lay there, waiting for me. Fuck this is so hot. “Well what are you waiting for? Are you guna fuck me or not?” Her giggles filled the hotel room when her hands started to roam around her body until they got lower and her fingers started to roam around her slick little pussy, rubbing her clit. The pleasure ran through out her entire body while she was rubbing herself, which again made my dick twitch. I couldn’t waste anymore time and I took my dick and rubbed it on her clit, teasing the shit out of her. “Don’t tease me please Harry” Her pleads ran over her lips as she looked at me in the way that she always does when she wants something, especially when she wants my dick ramming into her. I forced myself into her with ease because she was so wet. “Jesus Y/N your soaking for me, fuck” I mumbled into her ear when I leaned down to give myself more balance to ram into her harder. I reached down to grab her legs and pulled them over my lower back and pulled her pelvis as close as she could get to reach deeper into her. Now that she is on the pill I can finally feel her without a condom, and it is like euphoria. The way she feels around me makes me cum in seconds. “Aw so warm, soft, so tight for me baby” Her moans got louder and quicker by the second when her orgasm was getting closer and closer. “Harry, fuck, I’m cumming” I love when she cums really hard, she just clenches around me, pulls the cum straight out of me, so hot. Her hips started to shake uncontrollably which made me have to hold them down with my hands. A loud scream whelped out of her voice as she came around me. My high was coming just as she finished, ramming into her harder. “Fuck, I’m filling you baby, I’m filling you oh god” I moaned just as I was cumming, spurting my load straight into her. Both of out sighs filled the room when we finished. When I pulled out of her my cum started to ooze out of her tiny hole, which I then got up and walked to the bathroom to get toilet paper to wipe her clean. “Look at you looking after me, such a gentleman” “Well I cant have my cum making you all dirty” As I pulled the toilet paper around her she winced with the sensitivity of her clit. “Sorry, love” “Its alright, just come to cuddle with me will you?” “Course I will babe” I threw the tissue paper into the bin beside us and got in, pulling her body into mine and resting my head on her waist. “Thank you” She mummered as her eyes tiredly closed. “For what?” “Fucking me until my stress went away” She giggled beaming down at me. “That’s what I’m here for, to help you de-stress” She quickly fell asleep which I joined, its going to be a hell of a day tomorrow.

Y/N’S POV
The hours of sleep felt like minutes when the alarm went off at half 6 in the morning. This is the day of the show and I am beyond excited. The feeling going through me was hard to explain, nerves, excitement, abit of everything I suppose. “Harry, get up” I poked at his back every second to get him out of his deep sleep. I felt so bad that he had to get up with me. He looked so comfortable and peaceful just lying there. I could have looked at him forever. “Okay I’m up, I’m up” His puffy eyes looked directly onto mine while I ran my fingers through my hair. “The car is coming in like half an hour so I’m guna go shower and all that stuff, then we should be ready to go” “Okay ill shower after, don’t be too long now, I know what your like” I sniggered whilst I got up to get ready.

Once we got into the stadium it was all fully ready for the show, the lights sitting perfectly, the names of the important guests stuck onto their seats, the décor looking 10 out of 10, I just cant wait to get up on stage. We were all gathered to the stage for a prep talk which Harry wasn’t apart off. At this point he was getting ready for to do his rehearsal sound check. “Okay ladies we only have a couple of hours to go until the big event. I hope everyone got a good rest last night.” The thought of last nights events running through my head was turning my mouth into a small grin, I wish we had more time last night, I was still so horny for him. But hopefully after today he will wanna go all night. “So the plan is were going to run through the performance one more time, then your going to do your hair and makeup, then your going to do some press interviews, Snapchat updates etc. Then the show will start. Y/N is opening and closing this year for the first time so Y/N the pressure is on you my lovely” All of the girls started to laugh and I joined in. Thanks for making me feel better about it Monica. “Harry is performing the opening song with kiwi, then Miguel is up, then Jane Zhang, then Leslie Odom, then Harry is closing the show. So there is plenty of time for you girls to walk then change, there is like 11 songs altogether so it shouldn’t be a problem. Then after the show you’ll be getting a lot of pictures for the class of 17. Then you’ll do more press, and then it’ll be the after party so you’ll need more glam and change your outfit of course. SO you guys have a lot ahead of you today, but just enjoy it and have fun. Good luck ladies” We all started to cheer and clap our hands while Monica walked off of backstage. All of us gushed to the dressing room to get everything set up and all glammed up.

A few hours later and I was all done with my glam. I hadn’t seen harry from this morning when I arrived, knowing the whole day is pure hectic, I would have liked to have seen him before the show started. But its still early days yet I guess. I put on my robe and walked towards Karlie Kloss which was standing there with Bella Hadid. “Hey Y/N girl how are you feeling?” Bella greeted me with a hug when she asked me. I also gave Karlie a quick hug and looked back at Bella. “I’m so excited its beyond words, but also terrified. Like if I fall or do anything it will be seen all around the world. A lot of people tune into see this. Its a lot of pressure” I awkwardly giggle to them. “Don’t think of it like that, just think that your going out there for a photoshoot or something and your having fun on set like you always do when you with us. You’ll be fine once you get up there” “Thanks girlies” Random photographers were coming up and taking pictures of us talking which is something I have never had done before. “This is a weird kind of photography” I laughed to the girls as I saw them taking photos of everyone and anyone apart of the show. “Yeah that’s what they do, they like to capture the moment without having to act fake in front of the camera, they like to take photos in the moment which I think is a good concept. It takes pictures of the energy and excitement of the whole day in the room” Bella explains as she is looking towards a lot of the photographers. “Yeah I guess that’s a really good idea, you would never even think about that” “Okay we have to on ahead to do abit of press interviews, wanna join?” Karlie asked as the started to put on their pink robes. “Sure”

Going through all of the media interviews and being asked the same questions all the time is very exhausting, all of which is about Harry, of course. “So Y/N are you excited to be with Harry when he performs for the first time on the big event?” “Of course, he isn’t used to an event that is as big as this one to be performing on it, its a good way to promote the album and I think that he will enjoy it” “And this is your very first fashion show how are you feeling?” “I’ve been so nervous this past week but now that its here I cant wait to get on the stage and start the show, it’ll be an amazing day. Especially wearing Olivier’s new clothing line is so exciting for him. He’s always wanted to work with Victoria Secret and now its here, its a very big moment for him today and I’m so proud of how far he has came” “Thank you Y/N have a good show” “Thank you, wish me luck, ill need it” I walked away back into the dressing room, sighing at the fact that the media interviews is done. I never liked that part of any event, especially at award shows. Its not something I’m very confident with.
“Okay so we have half an hour until the show starts so everyone into your outfits. Y/N your starting off in your grey and blue outfit first so make sure that your ready in 15 minutes” The first outfit I was wearing was a grey lacy bra and underwear with a silk material running down my arms, attached to them with diamond bracelet like jewellery around it.

I stood looking out at the side of the stage off all the photographers sitting all around, with fans sitting in the background, and I couldn’t even see the ending of the stadium it was that big. Seeing all of this now finally hit me, I now feel like anxiety kicking in. I seen Harry making his way over to me, eyeing me up and down. “Y/N you look absolutely stunning baby girl, cant wait to see you out there” He gave me a quick kiss and walked back to the side of the stage where he was going to enter out of. “Good luck babe I love you” I shouted as she turned around and faced me giving me a cheeky grin. The music started filling the stadium and I knew it was my queue to go in like a few minutes. “Okay Y/N get ready, your heading out in 10 seconds” A lot of people was working with my hair and fixing my tiara on my head. The crew ran off to the side of the stage and the doors started to open. Oh no what have I done. The screams of fans grabbed my attention and Harry’s instrumental part of Kiwi playing as I started walking out. Thinking about the way I walked in my audition was the only thing I could think of in that moment in time. I quickly raised my hands up so the silky material was waving at my sides as I was walking to the end of the stage. I stopped and pushed my hip out to the side and started to smile. I blew a kiss to the camera and made my way back, walking with pure sass in my hips. My smile couldn’t wash off of my face when I seen Harry coming walking onto the stage and he stood watching me walking towards him. His baby blue Gucci suit uncoincidentally matched my first outfit, and my god he looked so good in it. As I walked past him I blew him a kiss and he sent a wink my way, touching my arm as he started to sing the first line of the song.

As the show went on I went out a few times with the first outfit on. I was defiantly feeling more comfortable every time I walked out onto the stage. I was dancing to the different songs as I walked out, getting into the beat of the songs, which is what a lot of the other models were doing too so I didn’t want to look like I wasn’t having fun.

It came to the end of the show and Harry had changed into a different suit. A black suit with a pink shirt on underneath. Yummy. I had changed into Olivier’s outfit which looked amazing on me I have to say. Once Harry started singing Only Angel I couldn’t wait to get back out and walk around him singing. When I seen him perform it was always him by himself, and I always wanted to get up beside him and dance with his songs. This time I can actually do it and I couldn’t wait. Half way through the song I came out, and I was the first thing that Harry laid his eyes on as I walked past him. I could feel eyes burning into my stomach, radiating through out my body. I again stood at the end of the stage laughing at the camera as I done my poses. I walked back and again blew Harry a kiss while his voice was running right threw my ears. It came to the end of the song and I came walking out again, by myself. I walked to the end of the stage yet again and started to sing the lyrics and I then turned around to show the Victoria Secret logo on the back of the jacket. I stuck my bum out and moved it to the beat of the song, then turned around to stand in the middle of the stage and waited for the rest of the angels to come out to join me on stage to close the show. At this point Harry’s song had finished, and he was waiting for the rest of the singers to come out and he made his way into the middle of us. Of course he moved himself so he was standing next to me, applauding all of us as we applauded them. He was trying so hard not to look down at me because the media would take a picture in that split second and sell it to the media so he tried not to throw something out that people would report. They are doing enough reporting as it is about us being out here let alone anything else, which is understandable. We started to walk back to the backstage area once it was all finished and the class of 17 pictures were taken, I’m just glad its over now.

Harrys POV
Thank god the show is over, I actually had never felt so nervous doing a performance before, but this one was different. There was million upon millions of people watching this live so I kind of had to make sure that my voice was perfect. Another thing that was perfect was my girlfriend. She done the show so well, you would think she had been doing it for years. She looked sexy as hell. Through out my performance all I could think of was taking her back to the hotel and fucking her brains out. Once it got to the end of the show we all walked out and I went straight to Y/N. She looked so drained but still gorgeous. At least now I can take a look at her in her outfit, fuck she looked sexy. Her gaze was on one of the models, talking her life away as usual. “Y/N” I shouted to get her attention. Her gaze set on me and she quickly ran to me giving me the biggest hug and a kiss. “Harry you did so well I’m so proud of you” “I’m so proud of you, you looked really good out there” “Thank you H” Her lips retrieved back to mine for a quick peck. I pulled her head to my lips and whispered “Can you keep the underwear that you wore on stage, would love to see you do a walk for me tonight” “Maybe I will, just for you” her eyes grew a lust again, she is still horny from last night, I know she is. She’s always craving my cock even in public, I love it. “Right guys its press then the after party, so ladies lets get changed and lets go and get drunk” We all cheered at Ed as he walked off again. “Okay well I’m going to go and get changed and ill see you at the after party yeah? I shouldn’t be too long” “Wait are you not doing press?” “I done it before I went on so I don’t have to do it now” She smiled. Smart thinking my girl has. “Well you better make sure you take that baby blue undies home with you.” “Don’t worry I will”

A few hours passed and I was standing talking to Alessandra and her daughter when I seen Y/N make her way into the room, holy fuck. She was wearing a black cut out dress. It had a slit up the side and it had half of her body exposed with a bra top which faded into a full crop top on the other side of her body. She had her hair tied in a messy bun up so show the turtle neck finish on the dress. Could this girl get any sexier. She made her way to Bella to talk to her. “Sorry I’m going to be really rude but Y/N just walked in and I haven’t seen her for a while, do you mind if I go over?” “No not at all Harry, it was so nice to see you” “And you, have a good night” I replied and walked on to meet Y/N standing with my back to me. “Excuse me my lady but would you like a drink of your choice?” I tapped her on her shoulder and she turned around with Bella looking towards me. “ Harry you scared the living death out of me” She giggled as she looked straight back at me. That laugh. I could listen to that laugh every day. “I can see that you liked the blue suit better then H” I quickly changed my suit back to the baby blue one because I love the colour of it, plus it made me looked tanned and ripped so why not. “It looks good babe, like really good” Her hands made their way down my arms to my forearms and squeezing them lightly. “What do you say we get out of here early” “Sounds like a good plan baby girl” A hour or so later we left to our hotel to get some ‘rest’. We told the guests that we were too jetlagged and tired to stay any longer, what a good way out.

Y/N’S POV
We walked into the kitchen part of the hotel and immediately decided to take my shoes off. Wearing heels all day isn’t as glamorous as it may seem. “Did you have a good day love?” Harry asked as he was standing near me, eyeing up my body. “Yes it was the best day, just glad all the madness is over now though” I pushed my hair back from the bun and pulled it through my fingers, loosening the curls slightly. “So…” he sighed, taking another step closer to me. He’s suddenly in front of me, brushing against me and looking down at me with lust in his eyes. “What are we going to do now?” “Mmm, I think I have a rough idea” I pulled hard on the nape of his neck and pulled him into a forceful kiss. He returns the kiss immediately, his hands finding my waist as my fingers tangle through his hair, just the way he likes it. He steps forward and pushes me against the island in the kitchen while he pries my mouth open, giving him full excess to the inside of my mouth, licking inside, making me breathe out a small whimper. I feel him pouring everything he had into this kiss. It feels like everything is happening is going in slow motion, the way his tongue is grazing yours, his hands tracing the bottom of the waistline of your open cut dress and running his hands over your exposed torso. I grab him tighter with my arms roaming around the top of his muscular back, feeling each muscle tense with my touch, I just want to feel and kiss every inch of his body. “So you know that underwear that you wanted me to keep?” His face dropped. “Well its on me right now” I suddenly felt his trousers restrict below me on my thigh when his face smirked at me. “Baby girl you know what you do to me, you can feel it cant you?” I smile at him and press my lips against this again. His hands roamed around to the zip of the dress on the top of your neck and quickly pulled it down, stripping me doing so. The cold air hit my skin giving me goose bumps. “Bed, take me to bed” I whimpered, and he obliged, grabbing my hands and making his way to the bedroom. You squeal when he drops me onto the bed and his cute little giggle lifts the atmosphere to the way we normally are. I quickly started to shed his clothes off, piece by piece, ever so slowly, teasing the crap out of him. His raspy moan escaped his lips as I flipped him over so that I was straddling his hips once again, like last night. I started licking and kissing his chest making sure I never missed a exposed inch of his body. Harry groans again, and I fight back a smile knowing that this is what I do to him.

His eyes rake down my body seeing me in my underwear from the show, eyeing me like a piece of meat that he can only have. “Harry just fuck me until it hurts” I made my way to the bottom of his naval, looking up at him through my eyelashes as I was pressing feathery kisses to it. Harry lets out another raspy groan again and snaking your hair into his hands, bringing your face up parallel to his. “I will baby girl” His green eyes have become a dark emerald, his hands never leaving your body as they made their down from your chest to your waist, then to your naval, then down to your thighs. “Ill do anything you want me to do baby, I’m all yours” “I want you so bad Harry, just fuck me” He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his large ring covered fingered hand around to undo my bra and he took them into his hands kneading them. He took one of them into his mouth as you started to rock onto him slowly. His hand reached down to your ass to help you move on him harder. “Fuck” His head fell back in pure pleasure that I was giving him. “I bet you touch yourself thinking about me ramming into you when I’m gone, don’t you?” “Fuck” You whisper while you grind on him harder and squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t know how he does it. He can make me cum just by his words let alone his touch. I brought up the courage to say something that I know would make him bust a nut right in his boxers, which also is the truth. “No, I think, fuck, I think about you ramming into me, spreading me open, making me scream” I look down at him and I see his reaction to me. His face is filled with concentration and lust. He’s looking at me like he’s imagining the different ways he could destroy me. “Fuck baby, your so good to me, knowing that you do that will make me fuck my own hand way better when I’m gone” Just the image of him doing that alone while looking at pictures of me that I sent him so that he’s reminded of what he’s missing at home just gets me off.

He pulls me to lay on the bed and crawls between my thighs, looking at the wet patch on my knickers then back up at me. “Please Harry, just touch me, or do something” I’m begging him with everything I have for him to touch me, and he groans hearing the desperation in his voice. He curses just by looking at how wet I am for him and he pulls his face away to look at me in a moaning mess. “Jesus baby your dripping wet for me, soaking your panties is all I think about” He makes his way back down to my wet centre and pushes my knickers to the side, and pushes his fingers down, rubbing my folds, gathering the wetness from me and swirling his tongue around them. “So sweet, my favourite thing to eat” He puts his fingers back to where they were, only grazing my clit with the tip of his baby finger. The moans loudly roll off of my tongue, meanwhile Harry looking up taking in the sight before him. “Baby please, just give me your cock, I want it so bad” He brought his body up to me and started to kiss me again, and I pulled my hands down to his boxers and pushed them down his muscular legs. He pushes his boxers off of his legs and he uses his hips to pin me down on the bed which made me scream in pleasure. His hips rubbing against my heat, the only thing separating me and him was my soaking wet thong. The heat coming from my hips is starting to become unbearable, the sudden ache feeling went through out my body. Harry is taking far too long to touch me. All I want in this moment is to feel his head poking at m entrance, and rock his hips into mine, but he is purely teasing at his point. “Harry just get in me already, please I’m begging” His face began to smirk and his hands grabbed your wet thong and dragged them down your legs and throwing them on the floor. He finally made is way back to me and pushed inside me, and when he finally did, it was so fucking amazing. I tried to make a sound but nothing would come out. The little grunts that he makes while he is thrusting into me is echoing in my ears. He is so deep that I can feel him hitting my stomach, he feels like he is stretching me, making me feel so full of him, he’s so big, I can take him.

His pants take up the whole room as his thrusts become faster. “So… tight” He pants as his eyes are squeezing shut, pained groans filled your ears as he continued. It starts off with his hips slowly reclining, so slow that its pure torture, then ramming into with force, hitting places that you didn’t know he could. My hands reach up to touch his swallow tattoos then up to caress his hair through my fingers as he continues to get into a pattern with his thrusts that can reach so far up inside me. “Your… so deep.. Harry, I’m oh my fucking god” I cry to him with the burning pit in my stomach forming. “Are you close baby? He presses his lips onto my neck, bringing his lips down as low as he could go while he was still ramming into me with great force. “Such a pretty cunt, taking me so well, so wet, dripping for me, fuck” My hips buck up when he suddenly hits the spot I’ve been waiting for. “I’ve got every inch inside of you, do you feel it baby girl?” I couldn’t coherent an answer, I just looked up at him, in his eyes, which was still a dominant dark green colour, looking straight at where we were connecting, looking at his cock sinking in and pulling out of me. “C’mon baby girl, give me a good one” He whispered as he looked directly at me again. His speed slowed down as he decided to go for a forceful slow pump, angling his body so his pelvic bone hits at my clit as he rides me in and out, sending me to my orgasm. In a few thrusts after I came his trusts go faster reaching his high at the end. He pulled out of me and wanked himself off onto my stomach, letting out a massive inhumane moan. He moved himself off of me and lay beside me out of breath. He grabbed tissues from the side of the bed and wiped my stomach clean. Thank god he remembered to put tissues there instead of going to the toilet to get more roll. “Wow” I was speechless when I looked at Harry, still coming down from my high. “I haven’t came like that for a while” I said to him as I laughed. “Neither have I, it must of been the underwear.”

~College!au Pen Pal Hoseok~PART FOURTEEN: END

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~Two Weeks Later~

“Did you see Mark today? He was practically begging that girl for one date,” Hoseok chuckled, tossing his phone in the air a few times and catching it. 

“I didn’t but I’m sure it was funny. Gotta thank that guy at the lounge who recorded the whole thing and posted it online,” You scoffed, looking up from your book. 

You and Hoseok were hanging out in your dorm, him sitting at your desk chair with his feet propped up on your desk, while you lay on your stomach on your bed.

“Wait,”  Hoseok took his feet off your desk and turned to you. “You didn’t find out who was recording?”

Shaking your head with furrowed brows, you said, “No…”

“It was Jackson! Jackson Wang.”

“The one he was pretending to be?”

“Yeah, turns out they were friends and Jackson wasn’t too fond of someone pretending to be him. He said something egotistical like Mark not being worthy of being ‘Jackson’,” Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“I know Jackson. He’s nice,” You bit your lip, holding in a laugh. It sure did sound Jackson to get angry at something as silly as that and get a bit of revenge. 

“He got his revenge for us,” Hoseok laughed. 

“Yeah, now no one wants anything to do with Mark. Hell, girls I don’t even know are asking to be my friend because I ‘put him in his place.’ Whatever that means,” You rolled your eyes. “Really wish I smacked him. Probably would’ve gotten the video more views,” You smirked.

“You’re so cocky,” Hoseok playfully rolled his eyes and sat at the edge of your bed. 

“Yeah, but you love me for it, Smiley,” You grinned.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you want to think, Gumdrop.”

“C’mon we’re besties. I’m always going to be teasing you.”

Hoseok huffed to himself. He hated that title with a passion. It was partially his fault. He was the one who put in your mind that you were ‘besties.’

I’m so going to regret this, Hoseok thought before crawling over to you. 

“What’re you doing?” You asked when you felt him inching closer to you. You looked up from your book to behind you and saw him hovering over you. Furrowing your brows, you squeaked when you felt his hands on your waist to turn your body around so you were facing him.

“Hi,” you breathed out when you noticed how close you two were. Letting out a laugh, he smiled softly, “Hi.”

“Uh, what are you–”

“I’ve been friend-zoned enough times,” Hoseok began and you felt a blush creep up your neck. Hoseok was admittedly bashful and had his shy moments, but he knew when he had to be serious. And you had a feeling this was one of those times.

“You think?” You were way too scared to act upon your feelings. Even when texting the boy, when he answered as soon as you texted him made your heart flutter. And knowing him personally now? Man, you wondered how you managed to be blessed with such a good looking human being. 

“What do you mean ‘you think?’ Y/N, I don’t think you understand what I mean,” Hoseok chuckled lightly, his breath fanning your lips.

“Sure, I do,” You had no idea but if you were going to find out, you were going to make your guess the boldest one you could think of. “You like me.”

Blinking rapidly, Hoseok was loss for words. You knew?

“I uh…Was I that obvious?” 

Widening your eyes, you gaped, “You mean, I’m right?”

Hoseok broke into a smile, “Gumdrop, yes you are. Since the beginning.”

“The beginning?”

“Even before I heard about Mark. Man, I thought I had a chance with you but then you mentioned the dick and I got…upset. That’s why I didn’t answer and ignored you for a while. I had to, you know, keep my distance. I didn’t want to ruin your relationship because of my dumb feelings.”

“Your feelings aren’t dumb, Hobi. I wish I dumped that ass way before I started talking to you. I would’ve asked to meet you earlier. But I was taken and I was afraid if we did meet, I’d do something I’d regret.”

“Oh yeah?” Hoseok smirked. “Something like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” By then your cheeks were as red as tomatoes. Since when was Hoseok so bold?

“Well, I’ll tell you: If we met earlier I was afraid I’d do something I’ve been waiting to do and–Y/N, you have to stop blushing like that, you’re making it really hard for me not to kiss you.”

“Well what are you waiting for then? Don’t you think I would’ve pushed you off by now if I didn’t feel the same way?”

Hoseok gulped, feeling his heart beat out of his chest. Did you just say that? 

He leaned down and gave you a quick peck. Leaning back, you scrunched your nose up. “Not that that wasn’t amazing but…that was what you’ve been waiting to do? A peck?”

“Hey, Gumdrop. This is about the boldest thing I’ve done so I think I’m all out of bravery.”

“That’s okay. I got the message,” You grinned leaning up and giving his nose a kiss.

“Wow, we’re dorks, you know that right?”

“Nah, I think we’re goals. Like sea otters.”


alskasljaSKJ IT’S OVER!! HOW WAS THIS PEN PAL? I LOVED WRITING IT AND I HOPE YOU LOVED READING IT!! 

Next pen pal (for those of you who don’t know) is Namjoon!:)