Group: BTS Member: Kim Taehyung Type: Fluff/Smut Word Count: 2238
When I get asked
about my “perfect“ type, I often hesitate and struggle to find an answer.
Because the truth is, I don’t believe that such a thing exists. You don’t fall
in love according to your perfect type. You fall in love not because you decide
that person suits you the most, you fall in love because your heart decides.
When you fall for a person you don’t immediately stop feeling attracted towards
them because they might not have blue eyes, brown hair and perfect skin like
you want them to. People often fall for someone because of the way they behave.
They might fall for the little things you do. The way you greet every person
you pass by so kindly, the way your eyes light up when you’re rambling about
the things you’re passionate about for hours or the way you wear your hair up
in a messy ponytail and walk around in your pajamas all day on a Saturday. The
cute little noises you make when you try your hardest not to fall asleep on
him. Maybe they’ve fallen for you because of all the little things you don’t
even realize you do. Maybe before they’ve started talking to you and got lost
in your eyes, you weren’t their type either. I turn my head to
Taehyung, his eyes are glistening under the moonlight as his gaze is fixed on
the road in front of him, a slight smile tugging on the edge of his cherry
lips. I bite down on my lower lip and nod to myself.
Maybe I wasn’t his perfect type when we first interacted but I’m the person he’s
loving so passionately, the person he can’t go seconds without talking to, the
person he calls beautiful every morning and I’m alright with that. I’m alright
with him being the person I’ll be introducing to my parents as the person I
will love until the rest of our lives.
That’s why, when I get asked about my ideal type I often respond with “I don’t
have one” because I can’t tell them the truth. I can’t tell them that my ideal
type is Kim Taehyung. All I ever wanted was someone with a good
heart and soft touch. Someone who can talk about their favorite things for
hours and get totally lost in it. Someone who is willing to hold me during my
worst nightmares but also can let me go when needed. Someone who hugs me from
behind and tells me that everything will be alright when I’m feeling anxious.
Someone who is proud to show me off in front of his friends, someone who tells
me I’m pretty and kisses my forehead when I don’t feel like facing the world.
Someone who gets jealous when I’m talking to another man but when confronted,
won’t admit it. Someone who can tell me those three magical words over and over
again and make it feel like the first time.
And I’m proud to have found that someone who I was never planning on meeting,
someone who I thought I would never date until the day of our first date and
since then, I’ve been proud to be his perfect
He puts the car into park and turns off the engine.
“Ready?” He asks, ripping me out of my daydream and I turn my head to the door
to my house. The door my parents are waiting anxiously behind for our arrival, to
finally meet my boyfriend. I gulp, feeling the anxiety raise inside of me. A
lot of thoughts are running through my mind and I start feeling sweaty.
Suddenly I feel his warm hand take mine into his and turn my reddened face
towards him. He’s smiling at me passionately, his gaze meeting mine.
“It’s okay.” he says, his voice coming out in nothing
more than a whisper. He cups my face with his hands and runs his thumb over my
cheek, nodding understandingly. “I’m sure they won’t be able to hate me. If I
was able to make you fall for me, I’m sure I’ll enchant them the minute we walk
through that door.” he continues and points past me at the door at the end of
I nod at his words and smile back at him once before placing a peck on his
“You’re right. We’ll do fine.”
Taehyung exists the car before me and I watch his masculine
frame run around the car to my side and opening the door for me. I giggle at
his cute behavior and take his hand into mine. He lets the car door fall shut
behind me and intertwines our fingers. The coming home light at the end of
the driveway turns on and I hear familiar voices coming from behind the door.
“Ready” Taehyung asks, looking at me reassuringly. Something inside me softens by his confident
tone and gives me the last strength to do this.
I’m staring at my dad across the table, poking the
steak on my plate with my fork. He doesn’t notice my worrying expression and
keeps his eyes peeled on Taehyung sitting next to me. His hand takes mine under
the table and circles the back of it with his thumb. I turn my attention
towards him to see him smiling at me brightly. “Eat or your dinner will get
cold.” he suggests, gesturing towards my poked food.
I let out a loud laugh and nod, shoving a piece into my mouth as I try to avoid
eye contact with my dad. I hear a loud groan but decide to ignore it to not
make things even more comfortable.
Mom is running around hectically, making sure Taehyung is not missing anything.
“Are you sure you don’t want anything else?” she asks,
for what feels like the tenth time this evening.
I roll my eyes, feeling a hint of embarrassment by
their behavior. “Mother…” I groan annoyed but Taehyung cuts me off.
“No it’s okay, thank you. Thank you for the food and
welcoming me so heartily.” he answers in a soft tone, stroking your arm under
I turn my head towards my mother and see her admiring
Taehyung. She lets out a sigh, tilting her head to the sight to get a better
view of him.
“What a lovely young gentleman and so handsome, you must feel proud to have him
by your side, Y/N.”
I smile at her words, glad to have her think of him like that.
“Always take care of her like she’s the only treasurable thing in your live. If
something happens to my babygirl because of you.“ my dad finally speaks up,
raising his voice as he continues rambling. I want to cut him off in fright
that Taehyung won’t understand his words as teasing.
“Don’t worry sir. I already think of her that way.”
I turn off the light in the bathroom and crawl into
bed, lifting the covers over my body. Taehyung enters the room shortly after
and winks at me from across the room. I giggle, lifting the covers over my head
to silence my laughter.
Taehyung jumps into bed next to me and lifts the covers off my body, throwing
them away. His gaze meets mine. He steadies his masculine body over mine and
“You did well today.” I admit, running my thumb over his cheek. A smile tugs on
the edge of his lips by my confession.
“It was so hard princess…” he moans teasingly and pouts at me. I giggle,
hitting his arm playfully.
“I should get something for my hard work.” He says, looking
at me with big eyes. I furiously shake my head. “No, we can’t.” I respond,
catching onto his train of thought and looking at him in disbelief.
He hits the bedding next to my head in frustration before looking at me again,
biting down on his lower lip teasingly. “Please…”
I hesitate for a moment, trying to stay strong. “Remember what my dad said?” I
ask and Taehyung nods knowingly.
“I’ll cut off your balls if you lay one of your filthy
hands on my daughter.” He answers in a mocking voice and you can’t help but
giggle at his impression.
Taehyung hands land firmly on each side of my head and
he leans close to my face, so close that I can feel his breath brush across my
ear. “Let’s keep it down.” he growls into your ear, placing a kiss on my earlobe.
A sharp sound of pleasure climbs my throat and I wrap my arms around my neck,
threading my fingers through his wet hair, holding him to me.
Taehyung puts his hands on your waist, his fingers gently drifting along my
back down to my hips, teasing the skin just beneath the waistband of my pants.
He bends his head and places a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss grows deeper, hungrier
until he breaks away from my lips and sears a trail of kisses down my neck, his
hand roaming freely up my leg. I arch against him, pressing my breasts into his
chest, looking for some relief for the ache that is spreading through my body,
beating a pulse at the apex of my thighs.
He angles his head and deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine. I dug
my nails into the back of his neck, trying to anchor myself to the ground.
He abandons my lips and blazes a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down my
neck, across my collarbone and down the V-neck of my blouse, to the curve of my
“You, Y/N.” he rasps. “Need to be unbuttoned, very badly.”
He slips the top button of my blouse through the hole.
The fabric separates and he bents his head, kissing the slice of newly revealed
skin. He reaches the button beneath my bra, kissing down my stomach until my
shirt is completely gone. He traces a line up my midsection with the tip of his
tongue. He pushes the blouse off my shoulders and I buckle my hips to help him
remove it easier.
He pushes his thigh between my legs, grinding his erection into my hip and
covering my mouth with his. He reaches behind me and unclips my bra, letting it
fall loose. Taehyung leans in and runs the flat of his tongue over your
hardened nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. A sharp, hot arrow of
desire hits me straight in the stomach and radiates out. My core aching.
He releases my nipple and his eyes wander down the body below him, licking his
lips in satisfaction. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
He puts his hands on my thighs and pushes my pants
down, revealing more skin. “I want these,” he moves his hand to the top of my
leg, brushing his thumb along my hipbone, over the thin fabric of my lazed
Before I can even process the rough words, he hooks
his fingers into my underwear and starts tugging them down my legs.
“So much better.” he says, smirking at me seductively before he crawls off the
bed and kneels down in front of my entrance, pulling my body closer to him.
When he leans in, his broad shoulders force her legs apart.
The first pass of his tongue over my flesh shocks me and I buck beneath his
mouth, the pleasure so sharp, so intense. He grips her hips, blunt-tipped
fingers digging into my skin as he holds me still, forcing me to submit.
I cover my eyes with my arm, my hips moving in time with the strokes of his
tongue. I let out a silent moan of pleasure and press my body into his tongue.
Suddenly he delivers a harsh slap to the inside of my thigh and I groan out in
pain. Taehyung looks up at me from between my legs, his lips glistening.
“We don’t want to get caught, do we?” He asks teasingly and I shake my head.
He releases his hold on one of my hips and drops his hand down between my legs,
his fingers joining with his mouth. He teases the entrance to my body with his
finger, just teasing as he continues to taste me. I bite down on my fingers and
squeeze my eyes shut to suppress moans from slipping out accidentally.
Then he slides a finger deep inside, stretching me while his tongue works its
way over my clit again. I moan out in pleasure, pressing myself wantonly
against his hot mouth. I want everything he can give and more.
He growls low in his throat and grabs my ass, delving
his tongue deep inside.
“Is this what you want?” he says, sliding a finger deep inside at the same time
he captures my clit between his lips, giving it a brief tug.
I pant and arch against him. “Yes, more.”
He adds another finger, and then slides them both in and out of me, exhaling
his own groan. “You’re so tight baby.”
When I feel the knot in my stomach tighten, Taehyung releases himself from my
sex and steadies himself over my body again. I curl my legs tighter around his
body. He presses his lips against mine in a passionate kiss, his hands cupping
my thighs, hooking them around his hips. He rocks his erection against me,
creating glorious friction. I mewl and gyrate my hips underneath him.
“Tell me what you need.” he commands. I bite down on my lower lip and try to
catch my breath. Just as I clutch him close, he quickly clasps my hands and
pulls them over my head with one hand.
While I inhale deeply, he presses his hardness against my sex and locks eyes
with me. “Tell me what you need.” he repeats, raising his voice at me slightly.
“You, daddy. Just you.” I repeat between heavy breaths.
His lips form into a smirk at my words and he nods,
pulling his boxer shorts down with his free hand, revealing his erection to me.
“That’s all I ever needed to hear.”
He pumps himself a few times, silent moans escaping his lips. I watch the
pre-cum leak from his tip and lick my lips hungrily. He uses his hand to
squeeze my thighs and lock my legs in position. The head of his cock bumps into
my fast-slickening opening and my juices damp my inner thighs. His fingers dug
deeply into my flesh. He hands control over to me for a few moments, groaning
as I buck forward and impale my entrance on the smooth, hot steel of his cock.
I rear up and his cock struck my clit, sending electric quivers of pleasure
through me. He slowly eases himself further into me, filling me up completely
and holding his thrusts to help me adjust to him.
He quickens his pace, his thighs hitting mine, pressing me further into the mattress.
watches our bodies as one and he rims my opening with his fingertip, circling
around his dick.
He grasps my bottom, squeezing my butt cheek as he quickens his thrusts. I moan
out at the sensation, feeling my walls
tighten around him.
I let my head fall into the white bedsheet and moan out as my orgasm rushes
through my body.
Taehyung thrusts into me faster when he feels me coming around him and feels
his orgasms rush through his body, groaning as he comes onto my stomach.
I’m sitting at the table, still exhausted from last night’s activity.
I’m quietly chewing on a piece of bread, with my hand stroking Taehyung’s
hand gently when suddenly my brother speaks up. “Did you sleep well Taehyung?”
he asks, grinning mischievously. I gulp, feeling the blood rush into my cheeks.
Taehyung looks between him and your brother and nods. “I did.”
“Was impossible not to hear.” He answers quietly, his words coming out as nothing
more than a whisper as he giggles.
My dad clears his throat and leans closer to my boyfriend. “What did I say
about laying a hand on my daughter?” he asks.
I suddenly feel a rush of anxiety run through my body as I notice the smirk
tugging on Taehyung’s lips. He leans in closer, his mouth only a hairs-breadth
away from my dad’s.
“I can’t help that your daughter calls me daddy too…” he answers, winking at
him before leaning back into the chair.
I nearly choke on my toast by his words and look at him with big eyes.
Maybe my perfect type isn’t so perfect after all.
P!atD in Seattle (3/21/17). This was right after Girls/Girls/Boys. The whole show was amazing but this small speech by Brendon about had me in tears. I’m sure this has been posted in a thousand places already and probably in much higher quality than my video, but I still wanted to share it. <3
P.S. He was very sick during the show and you could hear it in his voice whenever he talked but, damn, he killed it! :) Sounded amazing and gave us a great show!
SHINee reaction to your relationship getting public by accident
Jonghyun:‘’Does that mean I can finally drown interviewers in my special collection of the stories about you?’’, a glint of hope on his face. And that’s when you realized you won’t exactly become a favorite person of the interviewers of Korea if they ever survive his passionate speech
Key:‘’Ok, but look! We already have supportive comments!’’ He wouldn’t miss a chance to shove his phone in front of your face every now and then to prove how much his fans love you. ‘’Isn’t this your account, Kibum?? Why did you leave a comment on an article about us?!’’, ‘’What? I’m our biggest fan!’’
Onew: Though worried about the fans reaction he wouldn’t be able to hide the fact that he’s dying from happiness since he’s finally able to talk about you. The fact that he’s becomes super shy after every words said about you is just making the thing more hilarious for everyone else. ‘’You just talked about your shared apartment…why the hell are you blushing then??’’
Minho:‘’I don’t approve of this. What if someone starts stalking you only to get your photos or something….wait! Does this means we finally get to go on a real date…Forget the stalking, you’re moving in with me, I’ll protect you! And I’m planning our first real date. I so approve of this!’’
Taemin:‘’I can finally hold your hand when we’re out n the public?’’ And that’s the moment when the chaos started because it took you the whole day to calm down the giggling mess Taemin was…and even after that he would randomly run up to you to hug you every now and then
I love Tangled too and I was wondering why it's your favorite?
I was nearly finished writing this but then accidentally refreshed the page and I had to start all over again, but I need to get this out. It might feel a little rushed but I wrote this down before and I wanted to keep it shorter this time.
- Eugene and Rapunzel are both amazing characters. Eugene is one of my favorite Disney characters ever, with his charm and funny personality, yet his backstory touches me every time. The way he deals with it really played with the ‘what’s good and bad’ question, and his development is amazing. It’s difficult for me to love or even accept a female lead in any movie or series because they get portrayed badly most of the time, but I absolutely love Rapunzel. She’s a little clumsy and too excited about everything, but yet badass and cute and gets things done. Bless her.
- Maximus and Pascal are the best sidekicks. I love the relationship and development between Maximus and Eugene, and Pascal is all the sassy cuteness you need in this movie.
- One of the most quotable movies ever. I feel like there’s a quote for everything and I use them all the time.
- Onto an important part. Mother Gothel is the best Disney villain because she is so painfully realistic. As someone with a toxic/mentally abusive/narcissistic mom, I recognize a lot of the things she says and the way she acts- how she tries to look good and protecting while in fact all she does is abuse her power to get what she wants. Now I can elaborate on this but it’s pretty simple. Disney shows how mothers can be, and Mother Gothel says many things that are very realistic as to what toxic mothers say in real life. Especially Mother Knows Best Reprise is very good in this (which, by the way, is one of the best villain songs Disney ever made ngl).
- Another thing, Disney shows that saying ‘I love you’ doesn’t have to mean it’s true. It’s something people with toxic parents struggle a lot with. Mother Gothel seems to take good care of Rapunzel and wanting to protect her, as if Rapunzel should be grateful. Rapunzel actually sings about this.This song means way more than the fact she can’t get out of the tower. It’s pointing at the manipulation again. Mother Gothel has always said she loved Rapunzel and always made it look like she did, like she was the good one It leaves Rapunzel with guilt which is shown at the end when Mother Gothel falls and Rapunzel still tries to save her- despite her knowing that she’s been bad all the time.
- Next to this, they also quickly discuss the thought of ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ during I’ve Got A Dream. Again a masterful work of music and a great thought behind it. Eugene’s part is so good as well- most of the time, ‘wanting money’ is something evil, but it’s not this time. I’m really glad this is included.
- Most of the times with Disney movies, there’s one or a few songs I don’t like. I love all the songs in Tangled, got nothing else to say about that. They’re just terrific.
- I got to mention, the aesthetics of this movie. Don’t tell me those lanterns aren’t beautiful to you. Everything about this movie, the colors, the scenery, the music, the sounds, the vibes, the animations… it’s all so pleasing and I can’t get enough.
Please tell me if there’s something I haven’t covered enough yet. I could talk about this movie for hours but I should really go to sleep now.
Title: Lost and Found Fandom: Stranger Things Word Count: 645 Characters: Jonathan Byers x Reader Reader Gender: Female Warnings: A bit NSFW Notes: Based on this hc from @kurtwxgners
Jonathan Byers hadn’t ever been the most organized person, but he did know where all of his things usually were. That was why, after searching through his entire room, he concluded that his favorite shirt had disappeared.
“Mom, have you seen my black t-shirt?” he asked, still frantically looking all over the house.
“No, but you need to just pick something else and go, or both you and Y/N will be late for school,” Joyce answered, hurriedly putting on her shoes and a jacket. With a sigh of frustration, Jonathan returned to his room, threw on a different t-shirt and a jacket, then went out to his car and left.
The drive to his girlfriend’s house was a short one, and he was surprised to find that she wasn’t waiting for him on the porch, as she usually was. He parked in the driveway, then got out and knocked on the front door, despite knowing her parents had most likely already left for work. There was no answer, so he used his spare key to open the door and go inside.
The house was dead silent as Jonathan made his way up to her bedroom, where he knocked again. Still, no answer. Growing a bit worried, he knocked once more, before deciding to just open the door. He was met with a sight he hadn’t anticipated seeing.
Y/N was sound asleep on her bed, wearing nothing but his black t-shirt and a pair of lace panties. She was sprawled out on top of the covers, and the shirt had ridden up, so that it just barely covered her chest. And so help him God, Jonathan couldn’t bring himself to look away from the way the lace clung to her, as if it were a second skin.
After taking a deep breath, Jonathan sat on the edge of the bed, which stirred her enough to wake her up. One eye opened, to see who it was, before she stretched, groaning as her joints popped.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Jonathan teased, despite the fact that he had to actually force himself to be polite and keep his eyes on her face, rather than the bare skin her stretching had revealed. (Although, he did glance once or twice.)
“Morning,” she replied, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands. She sat up into a kneeling position, resting her forehead on Jonathan’s shoulder sleepily.
“Ya know, I was looking for this,” he commented, tugging lightly on the black material of the shirt. She was silent for a moment, before raising her head and looking at him with a smirk.
“Want it back?”
“Kinda, yeah,” Jonathan replied, laughing a bit. “It’s my favorite shirt. But I’ll give you another, if you want.”
“Okay,” Y/N said simply, then leaned back on her hands, still smirking. “Take it, then.”
Jonathan nearly choked, realizing what she was insinuating.
“I… uh… you… we should… we should head to school….”
“We’re late already. And we’re both good students, it’s not as if they’ll interrogate us or anything. We’ll just say your car broke down on the way. Plus, my parents are already gone….”
He knew he wasn’t breathing, and it didn’t help that he allowed his gaze to fall from her face, down her body, to the skin peeking out from the bottom of the shirt as she leaned back, to the lace of her underwear….
“Oh, screw it,” Jonathan whispered, mostly to himself, before practically lunging at her, taking her face in his hands and using his body to push her down against the bed. Y/N’s legs instantaneously wrapped around him, pulling him even closer to her.
No one believed the two when they said they had car trouble, on account of the fact that when they arrived at school, Jonathan’s shirt was backwards, his hair was a mess, and he couldn’t stop grinning.
What about a fic where Will thinks Nico is cheating on him with some dude he saw him with. Spying ensues, turns out it's Nico's relative from Italy. Thanks! I love your blog!
I really love angst and my favorite would probably cheating, so I was wondering if you could write a fic about Will cheating on Nico?
This is about Nico “cheating” because I couldn’t bring myself to make my favorite character do something so awful
Will is a very dignified man. He trusts his boyfriend. Why
would he not? Nico is simply incredible, caring, kind, sarcastic, everything
Will could ever possibly ask for and more. Not to mention fiercely loyal. They had
been together for four years now, and Will was carrying around a little black
box everywhere they went in case the right situation presented itself on one of
their dates. Nico had never once made a comment about someone else that would
suggest ending things with Will. In fact, he had never even commented on another
person in that way at all.
So there was absolutely no reason for Will to suspect Nico
of cheating on him. It should have been mathematically impossible. There was no
way Nico would ever do something like that.
Well, Will was a dignified man, but sometimes Aphrodite
blurred the lines a little too much for his liking.
Somehow, all of this led to where Will was, sitting in a
bush just outside of a little Italian restaurant that Will knew Nico loved,
watching his boyfriend laugh with a beautiful stranger that was most definitely
trying to steal Nico away from Will. There was no question in Will’s mind.
The stranger looked strikingly similar to Nico, with long
dark hair and coffee colored eyes, though where Nico’s eyes had flecks of gold
in them, this man’s had none. He was taller than Nico, but he would still be
shorter than Will when he stood, and Will took some pride in that. While Nico
may badger him about his height, Will knew that Nico loved that Will could wrap
himself around the smaller man when they cuddled. His skin tone was the same
color as Nico’s as well, leading Will to believe that the man was also probably
Nico laughed at something the man said and Will felt a pang.
They hadn’t been together long, only about ten minutes, and already the man got
Nico to smile and laugh, a feat in and of itself. Nico was normally a reserved
person. The mystery man had already accomplished in ten minutes what had taken
Will almost a week to achieve. What hope was there for Will now?
With a resigned sigh, Will stood up and walked away from the
restaurant, going home to an empty apartment.
“Will? Why are you sulking exactly?” Nico poked Will’s
exposed stomach, and Will would’ve giggled if he didn’t feel so shitty. Nico
had gone out with the mystery man twice now, and Will was still none the wiser
about who he was. Not that he had asked about him. Nico had always met up with
him while he was on break, which was also when Will was working. “C’mon, it’s
time to leave. Its fancy dinner night, remember?”
Will groaned, sliding further down the couch. “I don’t feel
like it.” How could he feel like going on a romantic date with Nico when he
knew his boyfriend was seeing another man? “Why don’t you go with that guy you’ve
been seeing?” Will knew he shouldn’t bring it up before dinner, but he couldn’t
help himself. Nico could at least be honest ad tell him when he wanted to end
“What are you talking about?” Nico was standing in front of
Will now, and Will knew there was no backing down. He would have to admit to
his spying, but he was hardly the bad guy in this situation.
“The guy you’ve been having lunch with. I saw you guys at
that restaurant you love laughing and smiling.” Will sat back up, crossing his
“Hang on, were you spying
on me?” Nico’s eyes were wide, and Will felt his ears grow hot. He wasn’t going
to let Nico turn this on him. He didn’t do anything wrong.
“I was going to
take you lunch! From your favorite restaurant! But then I saw you two having a
grand ole time with each other!” Nico had the decency to look sheepish, but Will
felt none of the satisfaction he had expected when he exposed Nico. Instead, he
just felt cold and empty. Nico deflated, casting his gaze down at the floor.
Will expected Nico to apologize, or leave him, anything
other then what he said next. “Will, he’s my cousin.”
I apologize for cutting it short, but it was getting long
I still can’t believe my luck, I met my favorite artist, his music motivates me to keep playing and makes me believe life is worth living, he is the reason why I think I can accomplish everything I’ve ever dreamed about, I couldn’t be more happy, this was one of the best days in my life
I love how people always sees Combeferre taller than Enjolras when in fact, Enjolras is a fucking asparagus and Combeferre a cute potato ~ ("He was lower and broader")
(it could also be interpreted as “less lofty” and given the context around it, I see that as a description more of his nature/personality rather than his physical appearance but we’ll roll with it because this is a CUTE CONCEPT)
okay so when they were kids, Combeferre was always taller than Enjolras, just by a little bit
during the last year of primary school, Ferre had a growth spurt and he was at least a head taller than Enj
(Enj hated it)
but Enj kept getting taller, little by little
sometime during middle school, Ferre realized he’d pretty much stopped growing
by the the time they started high school they were roughly the same height
and Enjolras steadily kept growing…
(”hello down there”)
(”you’re not even two inches taller”)
(”huh…i’m going to have to start standing in the back for group photos”)
(”you hate taking group photos”)
(”you make a very nice armrest”)
(”that’s all i’ve ever wanted in life”)
Ferre pretends to be annoyed but he doesn’t really mind
Besides it’s nice to have a conveniently tall friend who can reach all the high shelves in their flat
(plus it’s amusing for him to boss Enj around every once in awhile)
and when Courf starts using Ferre as his own personal pillow, it makes him love his body even more
(”you know, you’re my favorite person to cuddle with”)
(”oh? why is that?”)
(”you’re, like, soft and squishy, and you make me feel safe and warm. like home”)
Rough-draft-ish timeline for book 1! BTW if you are visual like me, the closest we get to a calendar year for All For the Game is 2006/2007. It’s not 100% accurate, because not all of the dates match up perfectly throughout the whole series, but this is the closest one, with only a few dates off. It diverges in June, so I kept to the book for the rest of June because dates were easy to track; it meets back up with the calendar year in August and so far as I’ve checked sticks pretty close to it for the rest of the series?? The games do at least??
In the days that were too eventful (or I just typed too much for them), I underline the important parts tumblr removed my underlines?? i’ll think of something sorry!!, and for all of it I italicize direct quotes
The Foxhole Court Timeline - Rough Draft Edition
~Friday, April 7 (approx date): Wymack, Kevin, and Andrew come to Arizona to recruit Neil
Thursday, May 11: “Neil Josten” graduates HS
Friday, May 12: Andrew picks Neil up from the airport, he meets Nicky, Aaron, and Abby, sees the court for the first time, moves in with Wymack
Saturday, May 13: Andrew nearly stabs Nicky, Neil exhausts himself trying to score on Andrew
-it gets approximate again here bc it says 5 weeks should pass but only 4 do, so I’m using context to close out the gaps-
~Tuesday, May 30: Neil goes to the court at night for the first time & finds Andrew and Kevin there; Andrew shows Neil the knives hidden in his armbands, beautiful lines such as “exy is just slightly less boring than living is” and “I’m not a math problem” “I’ll still solve you” and “this was a dream he’d have to wake up from eventually” occur
~Wednesday, May 31: Wymack tells Kevin about the district transfer, tells Neil about the Moriyamas, Neil considers running but decides to stay until the match against the Ravens
Thursday, June 1: Raven’s district transfer effective
*Sunday, June 9: foxes move into Fox Tower, Matt offers to kick Kevin’s ass for Neil (and actually does until Andrew stops him), Dan and Renee give Neil tea and cookies like the princesses they are, Andrew goes through Neil’s stuff, Andrew admits for murder w/ no chill instance #1, Neil has a lot of panic attacks and fits of dissociation and decides again to stay because “one of us has to make it” and he’s decided to pick Kevin’s life over his
*Wednesday, June 12: Seth punches Kevin as soon as Andrew leaves for his meeting with Bee
*Friday, June 14: Columbia & all that that disaster entails
*Saturday, June 15: Neil hops out the window, calls Matt to ask him to watch his stuff, hitchhikes/walks home, tells Andrew half (most) of the truth, ends on “Hope was a dangerous and disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it.”
*Monday, June 17: Kevin comes to take Neil to night practice, but Matt and Seth send him away
*Tuesday, June 18: first night practice!!, “the master?” “Coach Moriyama”; Matt waits up for Neil like the precious and pure human he is
*Wednesday, June 19: Nicky asks Aaron (in German) if he thinks Neil will ever forgive them (it’s literally been 4 days, he needs to chill), and Neil realizes that Andrew didn’t tell the others he can speak German and wonders why
*Friday, June 21: ERC makes the official announcement about Edgar Allen’s district transfer; Seth says my person favorite of his lines: “Tell me, when’s the last time anyone cried for you?”
Wednesday, August 23: Team psych evals w Bee
Thursday, August 24: First day of classes, Matt wakes Neil up for practice and the following killer exchange happens: “I’m fine.” “You say that an awful lot.”
Friday, August 25: Game day, all of the upperclassmen take turns walking Neil to/from classes, Seth and Allison sit with him at lunch and tell him about the Renee/Andrew betting pool, Neil finds out Andrew goes sober on game nights, Nicky apologises for the Columbia thing
GAME V BRECKENRIDGE JACKALS: Seth and Kevin fight on court 13 minutes into the game (no one took Nicky’s bet so he doesn’t win anything), Neil goes in at 20 minutes for Seth (”Hey Pinnocchio, time to run. This one’s for you.”), Matt punches Gorilla for Kevin and then runs and hides behind Andrew for safety (these nerds are such children I love them), Neil begins to feel a burning hatred for the jackals: “Gorilla had been trying to hurt Kevin’s hand his first day back on the court, which was unbelievably cruel. Neil hoped Matt had bruised some ribs with that punch.”; Neil scores his first goal!!; final score 7-9 loss (not bad tbh), and then the upperclassmen/Neil stay up all night partying like the nerds they are, I love these kids
Saturday, August 26: Kathy’s show, Neil’s 1st time on the bus, “Kevin’s smile was a brittle and bitter thing”; Kevin threatens to cut Neil off from night practices to force him to go on Kathy’s show (and Andrew laughs and calls Neil an idiot); “As complicated as Neil’s obsession with Kevin was, one truth was undeniable: he didn’t want Kevin to hate him.”; “I think of you as one half of a whole.” “At least I have room to stretch out now.” that is a SAVAGE BURN coming from Kevin wow; but then fuckface Riko appears, fuck him 5ever; “Renee was sitting sideways in Andrew’s lap, one foot braced against the ground to keep him from shoving her off”; Neil insults Riko on national television because “his temper couldn’t stomach any more of Riko’s cruelty”; Neil is actually afraid of Riko a little/lot because “Riko had the same stare that his father did: he looked at Neil and saw only flesh that knew how to bleed”; Andrew puts himself between Riko and Neil <3; back at home Andrew punches through his window; “Oh Neil, as unpredictable as he is unreal” wow Andrew you’re falling in love already aren’t you??; “running was only an option when no one was looking” & “You gave your game to Kevin. Give your back to me.”; Columbia: “Let Andrew buy you things if he wants to. He’s not usually the gift-giving type.” & “You’re one of us, which means we’ll never push you farther than you’re willing to go.” ; Andrew disappears for 30 minutes (so he goes and does the do with Roland in the back room!!!); Wymack calls with the news about Seth’s overdose (Andrew, Kevin, and Neil have too much chill about this news “keep up with the conversation” “what about the lineup” “that apathy doesn’t bode well for your sanity”); Andrew gives Neil the key
-end of book 1-
Book 1 covers 18 specific days days and spans ~5months
“Eagle number one in position, I repeat we are in position,” Jake spoke into the walkie talkie as Chloe rolled her eyes.
“Alright, we’ve just arrived at the mall. You have around an hour before we get back.”
“This is eagle three, I have a visual on eagle two.”
“Great, don’t let them out of your sight Brooke.”
“He’s coming back, eagle two out.” Christine cut off her walkie talkie.
“Eagle one, out.” Jake put the walkie talkie in his jacket pocket before following Chloe towards the Heere household. “Alright, now Christine said there was an extra key-” Chloe ignored him in favor of climbing through the open window and after a few moments opening the front door. “Or you know that works too.”
“Hey, I can only go so fast in these things.” Jake said as he walked through the door. “If I was a creepy psycho computer where would I keep a body?”
“The basement, I think I saw a door in the living room when I came through.” Jake followed Chloe until she suddenly stopped.
“Ow, what the-” she slapped her hand over his mouth, pointing to the sleeping figure on the couch.
“Jeremy’s dad.” They quietly tiptoed, well Chloe tiptoed, Jake tried muffling the noise of his crutches. Slowly opening the door both stopped when the man on the couch snorted loudly before laying back down. “Quiet!”
“Gee, you think?”
“You may be in crutches that doesn’t means I won’t still hit you. Now move it before he actually wakes up.”
“You know that you're are my favorite person right?”
“Then why do you keep thinking about that other Jeremy?” Another shock made Michael cringe in pain.
“Tell me I’m the only Jeremy you care about.”
“You’re the only Jeremy I care about.” The SQUIP relaxed slightly at these words. At this point Michael genuinely meant it. But it never hurt to make sure he still believed him completely.
“And you’d never leave me.”
“Why would I ever want to leave you?”
“Or this place?”
“I just want to be here, with you.” The SQUIP’s attention was diverted from Michael when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
“I’m just saying if we find a dead body and he comes back at that very moment you should be the one left behind. It’s your duty as my boyfriend.”
“The hell it is-FUCK!” Jake’s crutch got stuck on the last step causing him to fall face first on the ground. “Ow.”
“What are you doing here?” Both Chloe and Jake turned to see Michael laying on the ground.
“Michael? We’re here to save you.”
“Save me from what?”
“From the thing, the squid or whatever.”
“Why would I want to leave here?”
“Okay, dude seriously you’re being weird,” Jake said having finally gotten up with Chloe’s help. “Let’s get out of here before he gets back.”
“I’m not leaving.” Michael was standing now, backing away from the two. His eyes looked different.
‘Like Jeremy’s did,’ Jake thought.
“If you don’t leave now I’ll scream and wake up Mr.Heere.” After a few moments of silence Jake was surprised when Chloe took one of his crutches and hit Michael hard enough to knock him to the ground.
“Jesus Christ Chloe!”
“What? He was going to get us caught. Now how are we gonna fit him in your car?”
pure fluff goodbye i am too soft i’m def not good a summaries but pls enjoy!!
a long day has you dozing off at 9pm, but you know that it’ll be another two or three hours until yoongi gets home - if you’re lucky. he always urges you to choose sleep over him and promises that he’ll be there when you wake up, but you were selfish and you wanted the best of both worlds.
“how many times do i have to tell you that you don’t have to wait up for me?” yoongi’s voice, low and hoarse with constant use and fatigue, echoes faintly in your ear.
request: “Can you please write a Barry x reader where based on the song ‘Happier’ by Ed Sheeran? So like maybe the reader and Barry were together and now he is with Iris and the reader sees that he is happier with Iris. Something with heaps of fluffy flashbacks and really really sad! You can choose how the ending goes whether they end up together or not xx” — by anon
a/n: very happy to receive a request like this one because happier is one of my favorite tracks in divide tbh. hope you like this, anon! even if i added a little twist to it. x (also this imagine features julian because i love his character so much hehe though don’t worry, this is still a barry imagine lmao)
You didn’t know why you were feeling so angry right now. You didn’t even know why you even bothered to go to Jitters when you knew he always came here for coffee every morning; and you didn’t even know that seeing him with someone else could hurt you in ways no other person could ever do.
Barry was just there, so near yet so out of reach, his smile wide while he engages a conversation with none other than the beautiful Iris West; while you were at the farthest table, where he couldn’t see you but you could see him — yes, it was kind of creepy if you come to think of it, but in your defense, you acquired the table first before he even came.
You clenched your hands into a fist as you hear their melodic laughter echoing throughout the room. You could vividly remember how you used to make him laugh, but hearing it right now, it seemed like his laughter was twice as loud as it used to be when he was still with you.
“Okay, why did the mushroom went to the party?” You asked Barry while the two of you were facing each other on the couch, your knees under your chin while he had his arm on the back of the sofa.
Ever so subtly, he rolled his eyes. “Why?”
“Because he was a fungi!” you exclaimed before doing a very bad laugh that caused him to laugh as well, his face getting red.
“Y/N, I love you, but that must be the stupidest joke I have ever heard in my entire life.” he stated, laughing again.
You widened your eyes at what he said and Barry seemed to catch on because he suddenly looked away from your steady gaze, realizing that he had told you something that you didn’t really hear every day. In fact, this was the first time he ever told you that he loved you.
“What was that?” you smiled at him, your heart practically leaping out of your chest.
Barry coughed awkwardly. “Er, was that too fast? I, um, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a long time now but — why are you laughing at me?” he frowned, the color red tinting his cheeks and neck once again.
“I’m sorry, but you’re just so cute whenever you’re all flustered.” you said, inching closer to him and sitting on his lap. “You didn’t honestly think I didn’t feel the same way, did you?” you whispered.
He kissed your cheek. “I-I was kind of afraid that you didn’t, yeah.”
You smiled and brought your lips to his, kissing him with passion that the both of you had to catch your breath when you pulled away to utter the three special words back.
“I love you too, Bartholomew Henry Allen.”
“Y/N?” Julian Albert got you out of your trance, a coffee cup in his hand while an amused expression was on his face. “Not stalking your ex-boyfriend, I hope?”
You smiled at him sarcastically before rolling your eyes and looking away, not bringing yourself to admit that you indeed were doing what he claimed. Julian tilted his head and pulled out the chair in front of you, sitting which made you snap your attention back to him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked with your eyebrows raised.
He placed his cup on the table, next to your own, and stared boringly through your eyes. “Accompanying you, what do you think?”
“Actually, you’re disturbing me so —”
“It’s not everyday you see me tolerating other people’s petty drama, Y/N.” he cut you off rather rudely. “So, what’s wrong?”
You knew Julian through your work as one of the aiding lawyers for CCPD. You didn’t particularly considered him as your friend because of his arrogant demeanor, but you had a good working relationship with him because even though he was a proclaimed jerk, you weren’t gonna lie and say he wasn’t great at his job.
“None of your business.” you tore your eyes from his for a moment to glance yet again at Barry’s table, where their hands were now holding each other.
Julian noticed how your face fell and he turned around to see what you were looking at. “If you’re gonna sulk all day because he got another girl, then why did you break up with him in the first place?”
Yes. Why did you break up with him in the first place?
You started to recollect your thoughts upon his question. All you could remember was it just hurt too much — Barry was keeping secrets from you, and no matter how much you loved him, to know that he didn’t trust you enough was the reason you didn’t want to be in a relationship with him anymore. It seemed so shallow but if your boyfriend kept on disappearing, kept on going somewhere without telling you, if he kept on lying to your face — maybe it wouldn’t be so shallow after all.
The moon was shining brightly as the night drew deeper, the only sound you were hearing was the ticking of the clock and the gust of wind that you eventually heard from outside your window. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and you flickered your eyes to it immediately, seeing Barry quietly close it.
“You’re late. Again.” you sighed as you sat up from your own shared bed with him. Despite the darkness of the room, you could see the frown on his face, and it made you do the same.
Barry climbed on the bed with you. “I’m sorry, the precinct needed something done so I had to stay.” he wrapped his arms around your body.
You noticed the cut on his eyebrow. “What happened?” you gently touched the fresh wound, making him wince slightly.
He shook his head and removed your hand from it, bringing it to his lips. “Let’s just sleep, shall we? I bet you’re already tired.”
“Barry …” there was disappointment in your voice. “What are you not telling me?” you asked.
But he never answered you, he just kissed your forehead goodnight and hummed until you fell asleep, making you forget that night’s events the next day.
Julian was waiting expectantly for your answer, and when you noticed that he was, you shook your head in annoyance. “Sorry, but like I said, none of your business.”
“I could do this all day.” he challenged. “I could ask and ask until I finally get an answer. Believe it or not, but it bothers me to see you so gloomy.”
You didn’t seem to hear every word he just said, because you were seeing Barry stand up and actually walk towards your table, his eyebrows slightly furrowed because you were with Julian.
You uncomfortably squirm in your seat, gathering your things almost immediately to leave but before you can even get a chance to get out of your chair, Barry was already in front of you, Iris just standing behind him.
“Allen, is there any reason why you’re here?” Julian was the first to speak, noticing your discomfort.
You mentally thanked him for it, not expecting that he would do such a thing.
Barry had stared at him longingly. “I was just about to ask you the same thing, Julian. Aren’t you supposed to be at the precinct?”
“I didn’t know you kept track on my schedule.” said Julian flatly.
Barry ignored this and instead turned to face you. “Y/N, how have you been?” he smiled.
How could he look at me like that? Like we didn’t break up? You thought to yourself.
“Good.” you drummed your fingers on the table. “Uh, you?”
“Good.” Barry copied your tone in a teasing manner. “I’m actually with Iris —”
“Yes, anyone who has a set of eyes is aware of that, Allen.” interjected Julian, a sneer on his features.
“I never realized you and Y/N were friends.” your former lover directed his attention to his co-worker once again, his voice sharp and showed annoyance.
“What a surprise it is to know how unobservant you are.”
You kicked Julian under the table and he looked at you, as if asking what your problem was.
You cleared your throat. “We’ll get going now. It was nice seeing you, Barry —”
“Y/N, wait.” Barry had a firm grip on your elbow. “Are you and him . . ?” he trailed, watching your eyebrows rise in question. “Uh, never mind. It’s not like it matters anymore, anyway.”
“Indeed it doesn’t.”
And with that, you walked out of Jitters with your hands slightly shaking, Julian following shortly behind. You stopped marching away once you knew you were far enough, hands finding a path to reach your chest, dramatically holding on like you were touching your already broken heart.
“Hey, I’m always going to be here, okay?” Barry placed his arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his chest while you softly breathed in and out. “No matter what, you’ll always have me.”
“Promise?” you croaked.
He nodded with a smile, “Promise.”
“Ugh, I must be so lucky to have you.” you hugged him back and heard his soft chuckle escape his lips.
He shook his head. “I actually think it’s the other way around, Y/N.”
“I doubt it.” you replied, stretching up your toes to give him a sweet kiss. “I’m clearly the winner in this relationship.”
“Damn it.” You cursed under your breath as you find yourself crying in the middle of the street. What would other people think if they saw you? You didn’t want to appear weak and fragile through their eyes, especially if they knew what you were really crying about.
Julian panted and stopped beside you. “Y/N, look, I’m —”
He didn’t bother to finish his sentence when he saw you in tears. You glanced at him, getting a handkerchief from your pocket and subtly using it to hide your face as you wipe away the tears on your wet cheeks. Surely, if there was any other person that you didn’t want seeing you in this state, it was definitely him.
“Is there anything that I could do to help?” his egotistical facade faded.
You just shook your head, knowing that he couldn’t do anything to help you feel better. No one could make you feel better except Barry. And it hurt you to realize that seeing him with Iris a while ago, his grin big and his actions so true to himself, that he was finally happier. He was happier, and you weren’t even part of his life anymore to be the reason behind of it.
Hello, lovelies! It’s been a while. Hope you guys like this one, I’ve tried my best, of course, with @punkcupcakestyles help! Go over there say hello, cause she has tons of Harry stories (they’re very lovely).
P.S.: This was not proof read. xx
- This one is about Harry’s girl feeling a little threatened and scared of losing him. Plus, Harry’s an art student.
I was sitting on his couch, hugging my legs as my head rested against my knees. The studio apartment was filled with the smell of something spicy and cheesy and I could hear Harry rummaging through the kitchen while I lounged around in his living room.
The place was warm, his soft blankets wrapped around me making me feel cozy as the rain fell outside, patting against the big windows and making the city lights even prettier than they were in the summer. There was something about cold rainy days, the smell of a freshly cooked meal and the assortment of candles Harry always lit ‘round the house that made me feel right at home.
This was my favorite place on earth. It was definitely better than my home during the holidays or the cute little flat I shared with Bruce, my best friend from Uni, and it was because of Harry. From day one, I had felt like something pulled us together, an invisible cord that guided us through life. Wherever he was, that’s where I belonged. The reason was simple, if you ask why, he was the most thriving person I had ever met, there was a never a dull moment, I was alive when I was with him. I was still happy to be by his side.
I couldn’t help but smile when the memories started flooding in, the familiar flat and weather making it too easy to just let my mind wonder down memory lane without much effort.
The first time we kissed, it was winter and I was half naked. Classes were almost over, we just needed to hand in one more project before the winter holidays and we were going to be free for almost a month. I was already done with all of my papers, I had presented my monologue the day before and I could practically call myself an officially free elf, if not for Harry’s project.
The task was easy: he had to turn in a portrait of someone, one that would show his full progress in the semester. I wasn’t really sure of all the techniques he had to apply in the damn thing, I just knew I had agreed to be his muse a month ago and now he needed me for the last part of the project.
It implied us meeting almost every day, which did not bother me at all. It turned out Harry was a perfectionist and he would not settle with anything other than the perfect painting.
That night when I entered his apartment, Harry was already waiting for me and the canvas propped up on a trestle, near the big window that overlooked the city - one of the reasons I loved coming to his flat. All the paint pots and brushes were set up right next to him, as well as the little scenario he had built up a month ago, when we started on the project.
The white chase lounge and the cozy grey blanket were waiting for me by the window and I smiled at him as I took off my shoes by the door and dropped my bag on his couch, standing in front of him as he greeted me.
“I was wondering when you’d get here,” Harry said, and as always his deep voice made chills run down my spine. His eyes were puffy and there were red little creases on his cheek, telling he me hadn’t woken up a long while ago, which of course, made my tummy do back flips.
“I figured you wouldn’t have had dinner yet, so I brought you something to eat,” I shrugged, showing him the little bag from the Japanese restaurant around the corner.
“You’re the best, babe,” he smiled and walked up to me, taking the bag from my hands and hugging me with one arm, a gentle kiss pressed to my temple. My eyes fluttered closed, the smell of his freshly showered skin making me inhale a bit too deeply. I loved the smell of him, ever since the day we met at one of our shared classes, when he approached me to say how much he liked my acting. I had blushed at his compliments and smiled when he said he wanted to see me on stage again. That night, while we all hung out at the bar, I couldn’t keep away from him, diving into an endless conversation that led us to my flat, where we stayed up talking until the early hours of the morning. We were surprised when the sun started shining through my curtains and Bruce, my flat mate and best friend, popped out of nowhere and told Harry to “shut the fuck up and kiss her already, before she starts begging”. It was quite embarrassing to be honest since all his words did was cause me to burn up but Harry brushed it off, pretending it was just morning bad mood. Little did he know I was ready to beg him, on my knees if need be.
If it wasn’t clear before, I’ll tell you now: I had the biggest crush on him, since day one. His goofy smile, paired with his long hair and the greenest eyes I had ever seen, got me down on my knees for him, butterflies and all.
When he asked me to be his muse for a project, I almost choked on my spit with how fast I said yes, just so I could spend some time with him outside of Uni. Was I too obvious? Maybe. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell him no. “So, do you have any wine? I think I’m in the mood for a drink,” I said, setting our plates and chopsticks all around his coffee table, the soft music playing in the background getting my attention. My favorite Coldplay song, Us Against The World, made me smile and shake my head. Wasn’t he perfect enough? Did he also have to like one of my favorite bands?
“Here’s your wine, love,” Harry said with his lanky limbs dropping down in front of me and setting two glasses and a bottle of red in front of me. “This one’s a bit sweet, but I think you’ll like it,” He shrugged and poured me a drink.
“It’s ok, anything it’s fine,” I whispered, following his languid movements as he finished pouring himself a bit of the dark red liquid.
We ate in silence; his sporadic moans and the clink of the wine glasses against the glass table the only noises beside the background music and our breathings. I watched him, a bit fascinated with the way the moved, the cute little way he stuck out his tongue before every bite making me swell with fondness over this giant dork. Scared of being caught, I looked away before he could look up, focusing on my sushi when I heard him sigh.
“You’re awfully quiet today, poppet,” he said, his voice low and a bit raspy. We were quiet for a long time now and I just didn’t want to burst the little bubble we were in. Sometimes, being quiet was enough.
“Just enjoying your company. Rainy days always make me a bit contemplative,” I explained, having a sip of the wine and frowning when it was over too soon.
“I like rainy days. They’re perfect for staying at home and watching some movies,” He said and I nodded.
“Let’s get this crackin’ then. I don’t want to be in the way of your plans for too long,” I said, slapping my hands against my thighs and getting up to grab the plates and glasses before I headed to his kitchen.
“I didn’t mean it like that. You cou- you could stay. Keep me company, it’s supposed to get worse outside,” He said, hands hiding in the pockets of his grey sweatpants, the sweater he was wearing hanging loosely against his lean body. I stopped in my tracks, trying to pretend my breath didn’t hitch when he suggested I stayed, and holding my victory dance for later, I nodded slowly.
“I- I’d like that very much, Harry,” I said as I turned to him, a shy smile taking over my lips.
“Well! Let’s get started then!” He clapped his hands, the loud noise making me jump, which caused a giggle to come out of his lips. I slapped his arm and pushed him towards his canvas.
“You’re such a dick,” I huffed. “I’m gonna change, be right back,” I excused myself, going to the back of the flat, his bathroom hidden behind a weird and out of place wall that just didn’t seem supposed to be there.
I loved everything about his flat. How cozy it was, the artsy vibes it had to it and the pretty paintings scattered around his walls. He had an old bathtub, white with golden little details that looked like the ones princesses had in their quarters. I always teased him about it, saying it was too girly for a boy’s flat and he’d roll his eyes, telling me it gave the place “character”.
After I changed into the little set he’d decided he wanted me in, a soft pink lace bodysuit, with a deep v cut neckline, I took a deep breath, letting my hair down and going out again. His place was warm but I still had shivers prickling my skin as I walked back to the living room and set myself on the chase, waiting for him to direct me.
Harry came over and his hands went to my arms, setting me back in the position he’d started painting, with me kneeling in the middle of the little sofa, the blanket strewn around me and my hands resting on my knees while my hair cascaded down my back. I knew it was a simple, almost obligatory touch, but I still had to hold my breath for a while, afraid I was going to squeal or giggle. I looked at him, noticing the seriousness and focus that had taken over his expression and knew it was going to be a boring session, like it was every time he was moody and quiet.
“Are you in the mood to talk today?” I tried, while he fixed a strand of my hair back behind my ear and smiled down at me. He had changed into his painting clothes: an old, soft cotton shirt, with paint stains all over the front and a few holes, but still as cozy as ever and his grey sweatpants.
“With you, I am,” he exclaimed, my tummy filling with wild butterflies that seemed to be battling, while he went back to his stool and I struggled to remain serious as I set my eyes to the view of his window. Damn you, butterflies.
Even though he said he wanted to talk, we stayed in silence for a while. Not talking with Harry was never awkward, because he always made you feel at ease and comfortable around him. It didn’t matter if we talked for hours or if were dead silent all day, it was always great. It was just comfortable, never feeling forced to fill in the silence with weird conversations about the weather or some cousin that was going to get married soon, just to make small talk. It was easy, like waking up on a Sunday morning, with the sun shining through the windows and the tranquility of knowing you don’t have to get up any time soon.
“Did you purposely choose the window ‘cause you know how much I love your view?” I questioned after a while, my eyes roaming over the city lights that flickered outside the big window. It was raining and I knew it was about to get worse outside, but I didn’t care.
“Yeah. I noticed the way you looked at it the first time you came here. I knew you’d have to look at the same spot for a while, so I figured I’d chose something you’d enjoy,” he shrugged in response and I sighed, wanting to get up and hug him. He was so thoughtful sometimes, it made me all gushy about it, the heat finding my cheeks and making it difficult to hold back the smile.
I stopped talking again, the easiness taking over me. A long while went by before I started feeling bored, my eyes a bit heavy with sleep from being silent for so long. I started fidgeting, my fingers reaching for the blanket to play with it as I threw my head back and took a deep breath, moving my shoulders so they wouldn’t be so tense.
“Babe, don’t move, please,” Harry whispered, his green eyes fixing on me from above the canvas, the sound of the strokes of his brush stopping for a moment as he checked my pose.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… I’m bored!” I exclaimed and my hands went to my face as I threw myself back in the little couch. I heard Harry sigh, the little stool he was on scrapping the floor and making a noise as he came to me.
“Kitten, I promise if you stand still for just a bit more, you won’t have to deal with me for much longer,” He said, offering me his hands to pull me up into my position again. I huffed, my shoulders slumping as I sat up and went back to my pose.
My eyes roamed his figure, his hair tied in a bun that was about to fall out, the paint stains all over his hands and his forearm, the shirt ruined and a brush tucked into his pocket, a drop of paint almost falling on his pants and ruining them forever. I acted before I could stop myself, my hands reaching for the brush and then up, a soft strip of baby pink being sloshed across Harry’s cheek, his wide eyes boring into me as I leaned back down, and my hand going to my mouth to cover my laughter. He was so shocked, it was impossible not to laugh.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he let out with a serious tone on his voice that made me freeze in my spot.
“I- I’m sorry!” I breathed out, my hands going up to his face to clean it, but before I could reach it, he stopped me, his big hands wrapping around my wrists. “Harry, I-” I started but he shook his head no, making me swallow my words.
“You think you’re quite funny. Don’t you, love?” He arched an eyebrow, a mean expression taking over his usually soft features and making me shake a little. “You think you can ruin my work and try to be funny…Well, let’s see if you think this is funny!” Before I could register what was happening, he had me flush against him and his fingers went to my sides so he could start to tickle and pinch me,which made me squeal and laugh, pressing my hands to his chest to try to push him away with little to no success.
“Harry, PLEASE!” I exclaimed and he laughed, his green eyes sparkling as he kept torturing me with his hands.
“Not so funny now, is it?” He asked, smiling and making jump when he tickled me harder.
“Stop, stop, STOP PLEASE!” I screamed and I lunched forward and held on to him, catching my breath when he stopped.
“Only ‘cause you said please,” he laughed and I looked up at him, breathless and with my hair wild, my hands scrunching on his shirt. I didn’t know what came over me in that moment, didn’t know if it was the wine I had earlier or the rush of adrenaline running through my veins, but I leaned in, brushing my lips against his for a second, before pulling away in shame, my face burning.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” I started, frenetically trying to get away from him, but he only pulled me closer, his big hands cupping my face and his soft lips brushing mine, our noses touching before I closed my eyes and melted into him, his lips pressing in an urgent kiss. The tip of his tongue roamed my lips, making me open up to him and letting our tongues play in a languid pace, tasting each other slowly. He bit my bottom lip softly, my breath hitching and my hands running up his shoulders to his hair, as I pulled him closer. His hands were hot on my skin, the strong hold he had on my waist making me feel safe. We kissed like we had all the time in the world, taking a while to pull away. Every time he tried to lean back, I followed, not caring about breathing. I just needed more of him, of his smell, of his taste overwhelming my senses and making me dizzy on him.
“Babe, baby, we need to breathe.” He whispered against my lips, pushing me away lightly. I nodded, my swollen lips open in a harsh breathe and I had a hard time looking at him, embarrassed with how needy I knew I looked. “I’ve been meaning to do that for a long time…” He whispered in my ear, kisses being left on the side of my neck and my shoulder. I gasped when he nibbled on my skin and pulled him closer, turning my head to find his lips again.
“I wish you had done it sooner.” I said, pulling him on top of me, the painting long forgotten.
It was weird, thinking about the early days now that we were a year ahead. We had dated for a few months before he asked me to be his girlfriend and now here we were, 8 months later and I was still as, if not more whipped, than the day I met him.
I listened closely to him on the kitchen and a sigh came out of my lips. Who would’ve thought that, even after a connection like ours, we would be slowly drifting apart? The thought alone made me sniff and close my eyes to stop the swelling tears from spilling out. I didn’t need him to see me crying.
It had started a month or so ago, when Harry showed up with this girl at his place, showing her around as I looked at him stunned.
“Babe, this is Kacey,” he had said cheerfully, with a friendly smile on his face as he introduced me to her. It was one of the things he did, he just had to be nice and make people feel welcome. “She’s my partner for the final project this year!”
I gulped, forcing a smile out and saying a tiny hello. I was definitely jealous, yes, which I hated, it wasn’t a feeling I was even used to, but there was something about the way she looked at him that rubbed me the wrong way.
I noticed the way her face lighted up at the sight of him, it was as if she was staring at the face of the sun. I didn’t blame her, though, I was used to seeing girls swooning over Harry, and usually I didn’t care. At the end of the day, he was with me, in my bed, with my arms wrapped tightly around him and our lips pressed into a warm kiss. He was with me after all and that meant I didn’t have to worry.
That was until she got around. I knew projects took time and effort and sometimes you had to spend hours on end working through the night for it to be finished, but it was so clear that for her, this project was just an opportunity to get closer to him. Harry started drifting away, always too tired, always too busy and that’s how I ended up curled up on his sofa, the fear of him not wanting me anymore weighing heavy in my heart, my stomach in knots as I tried to find a way to put an end to the distance that had placed itself between us.
The storm was brewing up outside, the droplets of water hitting hard against the windows when Harry came to the living room. His eyes were heavy with worry and there was a little line across his forehead as he scrunched up his brows, making me want to smooth my finger over it and wash his worries away. Even with the crushing fear of losing him, I was still head over heels for him.
“What’s gotten into you, baby? You’re so quiet,” he asked, the green of his eyes dulled from his deep thoughts.
“Just thinking,” I murmured and he shook his head, throwing the little towel he had in his hands to the side and kneeling in front of me. For the first time I noticed what he was wearing: the same sweater he was wearing the night we met, the checkered pattern and deep colors, big enough so it would swallow him, his broad shoulders looking even better and some black pants, white socks on his feet and his chocolate curls in a lose bun at the top of his head.
“Doesn’t look like just thinking.” He retorted and I sighed, my eyes drifting away from his face before he could read it all. I was an actress, a good actress but I couldn’t pretend around Harry. I could never fake around him because he always saw right through me.
“I just- I have a lot on my mind.” He let out a breath in defeat, head hanging limply on his shoulders and I felt like crying. I knew he was frustrated with me, I knew I was acting like a child but I just couldn’t avoid the anger, the fear and the jealousy that clouded my judgement.
She had given me a reason to feel like this. It wasn’t unjustified hatred or power play, it wasn’t like I was trying to play the victim. I remembered that night clearly, like it was yesterday because it was still so fresh in my memories.
“H, have you seen my jump-“ I started, entering the flat and finding a mess of paint pots and brushes, Harry sleeping soundly on the couch and Kacey perched up next to him, her head turned to his and her eyes locked on his face. “Hi, what are you still doing here Kacey?” I asked, as casually as possible, not wanting to assume anything.
“Just hanging out, Harry ended up falling asleep and I didn’t have the guts to wake him up. Ended up falling asleep myself.” She shrugged, the dark hair falling from her shoulders as she turned to me.
“Would you like me to call you a cab? It’s late and the streets are dangerous.” I asked, smiling at her and pretending the thought of them alone all this time didn’t bother me one bit.
“I’d like that, thank you.” She said and I nodded, reaching for my phone as I gathered the mess on the coffee table. “You know… you’re really lucky to have him.” She started and I could already feel nothing good would come out of this.
“Yes, I am aware. He’s very good to me.” I said, my voice getting a bit dry as the tension grew thicker on the space around us.
“I always had a crush on him, we went on a date once.” The blood on my veins was boiling before I could realize. “I’ll wait for my chance though, don’t wanna be a homewrecker.”
She was out of the flat before I could react, my face livid with the realization of what she had just confessed, my hands shaking a bit and tears welling up on my eyes.
“Hey love, s’good to see you here.” Harry’s raspy voice made me come back from my state of shock. “What’s with the tears?” He asked, getting up from the couch and coming up to me, his hands cupping my face as a worried look took over his features.
“Just hit my toe on the coffee table, no big deal…” I lied, hiding my face in the crook of his neck and inhaling, my arms wrapping around his torso and pulling him closer to me.
“Baby, are you sure everything is ok?” Harry asked again, trying to pull away to look at me but I held him tighter, the hot tears soaking his shirt.
“I’m ok, just hold me, please.”
That was the moment I realized how scared of losing him, how attached I had grown to him, how deeply in love I was with that boy, that man with the boyish smile and eyes as green as the first traces of nature coming back to life after a rough winter, a green so pure and so bright as the hopes of the new season coming. My heart churned with affection and my tummy swirled with butterflies, my hands tightening around his neck. Oh, I was so screwed.
“I know what will cheer you up, babe. How ‘bout a bath?” Harry asked, his eyes hopeful and a gentle smile on his lips. “Know how much you like baths. I even have some of the bath bombs we bought a while ago.” He offered.
The butterflies in my stomach fluttered with the possibility of being so close to him. We hadn’t been intimate for a while now and I felt scared he wouldn’t see me as he used to, but the prospect of having him close again made me nod my head in agreement. The boyish smile I loved so much graced his face and he leaned in, pecking my nose and getting up, disappearing in the hallway that led to his room and bathroom.
I could hear the water running as he filled the bathtub, his raspy voice humming an old Rolling Stones song, the one he always sang when he was about to get in the shower. It was a habit of his I had picked up on it soon and ended up making a habit of my own. I stayed silent, listening to him belting out the lyrics to Loving Cup. I loved when Harry would sing, his voice making me feel all tingly inside and making a warm feeling pool in my center. Couldn’t deny he sounded sexy and he had the right looks of an old 70’s rock star, the perfect mixture of Mick Jagger’s sexiness with Paul McCartney’s romantic heart. I was a sucker for both, which maybe was why I was so attracted to Harry in the first place. The fact that he was a fan of them himself helped us bond and throughout our relationship, we had many moments that were graced by one of the old rock classics. That was something so us, it made me smile, remembering all of the good times we had together while listening to those songs.
He appeared again, offering me his hand and pulling me up, hugging my waist as I stood up. Harry towered over me, his broad shoulders becoming a support as I wrapped myself around him. I knew I looked like a needy little adolescent but I just missed him. I missed the warmth of his hands on my body, I missed his languid and sweet kisses and his raspy voice in the morning. I missed him.
As we entered the bathroom, Harry closed the door behind us and turned to me. I looked at the steaming water, that looked pink and sparkly and smelled like roses.
“I used that lush bath bomb I know you like. Hope that’s ok.” He whispered in my ear as he hugged me from behind.
“That’s ok, thank you.” I whispered back, turning to give him a peck on the cheek. I could see the little shadow that ran through his eyes when I didn’t reach for his lips, but I chose to ignore it. I didn’t feel close enough to kiss him now, my mind too focused on the words that damn girl had said, nearly a month ago.
We were quiet for a few seconds before his hands reached for the hem of my jumper, pulling it up and making me stretch my arms above my head so he could pull it off. Next was the little white top I had underneath, before he reached for the clasp of my bra, pulling the straps down with a light hand and making me breathe in before he took it off. Harry took a step forward, his hands running down my arms before they reached for my leggings as he planted a soft kiss to my shoulder. I smiled, loving the way he invaded my space and made me feel like I was drowning on him, his smell, his warmth.
He pulled the leggings down, kneeling as he pulled on the fabric, my panties coming down as well. He was being very affectionate, the sweetness in his gestures letting me know he was completely unaware of why I was feeling so down. I could see he was trying to make me feel better, he was making an effort and that meant so much, it made my heart flutter and beat harder on my chest. Harry kissed up my thigh, his hands running up my legs, my stomach, brushing my breasts before he wrapped them around my face and made me look up at him. A shiver ran down my spine, the look in his eyes making me want to run and hide. He looked at me like he did the first time we were together, a certain fascination burning in the emerald green of his orbs, the intensity of it making me shiver all over.
“I missed you,” Harry whispered, his eyes heavy with want and I gasped, feeling my eyes swell with tears. Closing them in order to hide my minor break down, I reached for his sweatpants, taking his focus away from my face and to my hands, that pushed down the black fabric as well as his white boxers. After, I grasped his shirt, pulling it up over his head and letting fall to the floor as I looked at his chest, the ink on his skin even more beautiful now that I hadn’t seen it in a while.
“Miss you too.” I could hear the catch in his breath when he heard me and it made something in my heart hurt. This wasn’t just about me. He was affected by our distance too, I just didn’t realize it before, my jealousy clouding my vision and my thoughts.
Harry didn’t say anything after that. He just moved to the bathtub, getting in first, the scolding water making his pale skin redden immediately. He offered me his hand and helped me get in, pulling me to sit between his legs before I could move away. I relaxed into him, my head leaning back on his shoulder, his arms wrapping around my middle as we settled in. I could feel him kissing up my shoulder, my neck, the scorching heat of the water being nothing compared to the heat of his lips on my skin after so long. He ran his hands over my legs, before he reached for the liquid soap on the side of the tub and squirted a bit on his hand, rubbing them together and started roaming them up my arms, my stomach, cupping my breasts and running up the inside of my thighs. I reached up, my hand going to his neck, under his hair and rubbing the tender skin there, feeling Harry relax against me.
“What’s gotten into you, kitten?” He questioned, worry tainting his voice. “You’re so quiet, so… distant.” He acknowledged and it made me sigh. “Did I do something?”
“It wasn’t you, it’s never you.” I said, before he could think otherwise. I swallowed, the tears already pooling in eyes again before I could even get a word out. “Don’t want you to be mad and to think I’m a jealous bitch or something-“ I started, swallowing a sob and scooting away from him, sitting on the other side of the tub and hiding my face in my hands.
“Kitten, did something happen? I need you t- I need you to talk to me. I’m worried.” He said, his voice sounding hurt and scared.
“It’s jus- that damn girl!” I exclaimed, tired of keeping it to myself, the tears flowing freely now that I started talking. “She told me about how you guys went on a date and how she met you first and it makes me so mad!” Now that I had started, it was like I couldn’t stop. All the built up anger and frustration and jealousy pouring out in waves. “She got to spend time with you, all this months while you two worked in your project and all the while I knew she was just waiting for her chance to be with you again..”
“Kacey?” Harry asked, after a minute of stunned silence. “I had… no idea, she bothered you that much.” He admitted, looking distressed. “If I had known… I wouldn’t have let you distance yourself like this. I just figured you needed some space.”
“She said she’d wait for her chance, to my face. How did you expect me to react?!” I blurted out, my face feeling hot and red with the tears. “All those late nights and jokes you two had, I thought I w-“ I started but a sob rocked my body, making me hide my face before I could continue. “I thought I was losing you. I know you wouldn’t do anything but, God, I was so scared you didn’t want me anymore.”
“Kitten, c’mon. Please, stop crying.” He whispered, his hand wrapping around my wrist and pulling me closer to him. The water sloshed around us, making a mess on the floor but he didn’t seem to care. He pulled me up on his lap, a strong arm around me as the other reached to cup my face. “Kitten, it was one date, ages ago. I never even begin to like her and it was just a coincidence that we got paired up in class. If I had known it bothered you that much, I would’ve done something about it.”
“It wasn’t your fault.” I shook my head, leaning into his touch.
“But at least I could’ve put your worries to rest.” He sounded sad and tired. His eyes looked intently at mine, regret stamped onto his expression. “I need you to know something and-“ He started, pulling me even closer. “I don’t want you think I’m saying this because of all of this, ok?”
I nodded, my stomach doing back flips and my head hurting from all the crying.
“I love you.” Harry said and I felt like all the air had been punched out of my lungs. “I love you and I was waiting because that’s not how I wanted to tell you this but I do and it’s been driving me crazy for months and I-“ I couldn’t wait for him to finish, my hands wrapping around his neck as I pulled him to me, our lips connecting in a harsh kiss. I felt pins prickling my skin, his taste overwhelming my senses and making me dizzy. Kissing him again, for real, after being left with quick pecks and forehead goodbye kisses was like breathing again after being stuck under water for too long.
“I love you too.” I breathed out, breathing in bullets as I tried to recover from the shock.
“Thank God, I was starting to think you didn’t want me anymore, you were so distant.” Harry said, his eyes a bit panicked as he looked at me and pulled me tighter in his embrace.
“Never, no! I could never, I love you, God damn it, I love you!” I whimpered out and leaned in again, catching his lips in another hungry kiss. My hands roamed his chest, tangling in his hair as I pulled on it, my leg hitching over his hip and making us fit together, his hands grabbing me by my hips as tight as he could, sure to leave marks.
It felt like a new fire was started inside me, like I was burning from the inside, the flames consuming my being every time he touched me in a new part of my body or his tongue flicked against mine. I was losing all of my sanity, letting myself be consumed by his taste and his kisses, his hands becoming my personal heaven as they roamed my skin.
“I need you.” I moaned out, the desperate need in my voice enough to make Harry lift up, taking me up with him. We went out of the bathtub, careful not to slip and fall because we could be a bit clumsy when in a hurry. Not caring about the water or the floors, or the sheets, Harry took me in his arms, the feeling of our skin touching without any barrier making me breathe in and smile.
As he laid me down and hovered over me, I looked up into his eyes. After everything we had been through, being like this with him again was like having come back to life, a glass of water after being thirsty in the desert for days on end. I looked at him, taking in his nakedness and the way the ink looked even harsher against his pale skin now that he was wet. My hands roamed the cut of his hips and the soft pudginess of his sides, nails racking the sensitive skin as he took a deep breathe in. Pulling him down by his necklaces that dangled in between us, I wrapped my arms around his body as he bear hugged me, his face hiding on my neck as he breathed me in.
“I missed your smell and your lips,” He whispered to my ear, a sweet kiss being planted on top of my chest, where my heart was beating hard against my ribcage. “I missed you. Don’t ever do this again, Kitten. I can’t be without you.”
I nodded feverishly, running my hands up his arms, to take them around his shoulders and to his neck, and finally tangling my fingers on his hair where I was able to play with the strands, the smell of him clouding my senses.
“I promise I won’t. I was blind and I didn’t want to lose you to h-“ I started, but before I could finish, Harry was cutting me off with a kiss, his tongue dipping in and touching mine softly.
“No more about her,” he whispered against my lips, and I could feel every one of his words as they crashed against my skin. “It doesn’t matter, it was never did and never will,” his words were vehement, and just what I needed to ease up the knot that had formed in my tummy and that was threatening to eat me up. “I want you, I love you.”
With that, he pulled away from me and knelt in front of me, settling between my legs, which went to either side of his body. I looked at him as he took me in, wandering his body over my body and taking his time to look at every corner, nook and cranny of my body, every curve, scar and birth mark. He was learning my body again and I felt like I was on fire. The heat of his gaze was enough to burn down cities and forests and it felt like we were connecting again, after so much time apart. With every second, I felt closer to him, with every brush of his fingers against my thighs, my tummy, I felt as if he was bringing back the intimacy we were lacking before.
“You’re so beautiful. My pretty girl,” he croaked out, his voice burning with want and raspy with arousal and it made the butterflies in my stomach do backflips.
“I’m yours.” I whispered and he nodded, breathing in as he leaned down to hover over me.
“You are. Just mine. My girl.” He whispered in my ear and pressed a kiss to my jaw, going down my neck and stopping at my collarbones, where he sucked harder, making me sigh. I knew he was leaving his mark, just the way he liked it.
His kisses didn’t stop, in fact, they became more frequent and I felt like he was trying to map out my body with his lips. Not a bit of skin was left untouched and as he reached my center, I felt like I was ready to melt. He kissed my hips, down my navel until he reached my slit.
With his hands on both of my thighs, he opened me up slowly and eyed between my legs. The look on his eyes, as he scooted down and leveled with my center made me shudder, preparing myself for whatever he wanted to do. Kissing both of my thighs, Harry leaned in, his tongue running up my slit in a slow motion, from top to bottom then up again before he closed his lips around my clit, sucking lightly and making me breathe out a moan.
“I missed your taste…” He moaned out, opening me up with two fingers and circling my entrance with his tongue. I gasped at the feeling of it as it dipped in, clutching the sheets between my fingers as he moved it slowly, almost in circular motions that pressed to my walls, to quickly pull it out as his eyes glinted mischievously.
I looked at him, unable to tear my eyes from the dark green of his eyes, where the pupil had blown out in pure lust. I saw him rubbing circles on my clit and moving his tongue slowly from my entrance, steady little movements that would reached up to my clit and press to it in a kiss before he was going down again. I mewled, asking for more before I could stop myself and he chuckled in response, adding the cold feeling of his fingers as a single one entered me, at the same time his lips finally wrapped around my clit, sucking lightly on it as I felt the sharp thrust of his hand exploring me.
“Harry, pl-please” I begged, rolling my hips up so I could meet his mouth.
“Please what, kitten?” He asked, his green eyes locked into mine, the intensity of his gaze letting me know I’d have to say whatever it was he had on his mind.
“Please, pl-please. I need more.” I asked, letting out a strangled and frustrated huff when he pulled his finger out and looked at me with more than satisfaction. He was enjoying it, every bit of it, every beg and every shallow breath, he loved it was because of him.
“More of what?” he asked. “This?” His tongue pressed flat to my slit and I arch my back as I felt every ridge and bump of it going slowly up, plump wet lips pulling on my clit as the vibration of his voice set on. “Or is it this?” he asked curiously, letting his tongue curled around the little bud before he drew a simple and perfect 8 figure on it with his tip, the movement sending shivers up my spine and causing a stifled moan to burst out as he did it once more, playing slowly with it until it throbbed and he trapped it again between his lips.
“Yes, yes, this. All of it.” I moaned loud when two of his fingers once again pressed to my entrance, the palm of his hand facing up as he slowly let them in and he started to thrust them, making me squirm as his tongue lapped quickly on my clit.
“You’re so wet for me, kitten. Such a good girl for me,” he whispered in a hoarse, the warmth of his breath making the little hairs on the nape of my neck raise up, and my skin burn as he pressed his lips to the inner of one of my thighs, where he sucked and nipped until I couldn’t hold it anymore and I found myself pushing my hips down for him to pay attention to them. “You taste so sweet…” It was all I could hear before he dipped back in. This time, there was no mercy, he licked and sucked, every one of his movements sending a wave of currents up to my tummy, where they pooled in a heated tension that made my whole body quiver. His hands went to the back of my thighs, pressing his fingers to my skin to push me closer to him.
“Harry, I’m- baby, I’m gonna-“ I didn’t know it would happen so fast, but my body was already in flames. His lips closed around my clit and sucking hard, he looked up at me as I succumbed to the fire that ran up my skin, moving his fingers even faster as I screamed out his name. I curled my fingers around his hair and pulled on it while I felt control slip down my fingers. My hips rocked up and down, and with every movement, I felt Harry’s tongue sliding down, grunting as he threw his arm around my waist and pulled me down to the bed. As if to show me who was the boss, he went even harder and his fingers became sharper, rubbing on my spongy walls after every thrust. It was all too much, deliriously good and I couldn’t handle it. Before I could even realize, my legs were shutting around his head, keeping him against me. “Oh, damn, Harry, aah!” I exclaimed when he pumped harder, going for all I had.
I felt like I could breathe again when he stopped, his hands pressing to my legs to push them apart and allow him to sit up between them. I saw him take his fingers to him mouth and pop them in, so he could lick them clean like they were a dessert. The vision too much for me to handle, it got my legs shaking again and my poor mouth watering, so I sat up and crawled to him, locking our lips in a kiss that had me in shambles. Having him tasting like me, as he licked into my mouth like he was hungry and couldn’t get enough, was enough to make me moan or maybe the almost animalistic sound was because his fingers were running down to my center again to let him play around with my clit.
“You, I wanna taste you…” I breathed out, rolling my hips against his hand and pulling his hair. I’d never get enough of his lips and his kisses. They were slow but strong, sensual but sweet, like he was drinking me in and hypnotizing me.
“Later, Baby. I want you now,” He shook his head and I whined, begging before I could stop myself.
“Please, I miss it. Let me just have a taste,” I asked and he groaned, pulling me to his lap in a swift movement. I smiled at this, crawling up on the bed until I was settled on my knees and was able to grab him in my trembling fingers. I held him up, licking up my lips before I brushed them over his glistening tip. It tasted just a bit salty and a lot sweeter than I remembered and I let my tongue rub over it before I let them in, lips sucking on it like a lollipop, while I looked at him. I was being deliberately slow, letting him enjoy it the way I licked and taste, kissed and sucked on him. I knew it drove him crazy and I wanted him to be crazy about me.
“Fuck, kitten.” He let out, his hands going to his face to rub at it. He did that when he wanted to reign himself in, control the need that burned on his belly. He was hard, the head pink, pre-come dripping from the tip and I deep hiss echoed in the rooms when my fingers grazed over the balls, carefully moving up his shaft until it met my lips and I pulled away to stroke him completely. It wasn’t supposed to be pretty or nice, but Harry had the most perfect cock I had ever seen. The smooth skin, the pink and shiny head, long and thick, just thinking about it made my mouth water. “I love your pretty little mouth, f-fuck me.” He moaned, breathing out harshly.
Leaning in again, I took him in my mouth, pressing my tongue flat against his shaft as I let him slide all the way in and then, pulling him slowly and sucking on his tip before I did it all over again. My hand never stopped moving, pumping his fast as I focused on the tip and teased his slit to then run down my tongue down his shaft and sucked on his balls. His taste was heavy and overwhelming and I sighed deeply as I went a little faster, letting my tongue swirl against his skin. I was about to begin all over again when he sat up and he tangled his fingers on my hair, pulling me up carefully to look at me with a deep frown set between his brows.
“That’s enough, love.”
My knees were wobbly went I got up and I was almost thankful when Harry made me lie down again. Planting a kiss on both my knees, he smiled. “Open up for me, kitten. Need to see you.”
I groaned as I spread my legs further, looking at him as he smiled, lining himself to my entrance and pressing in. The feeling of his cock stretching me up, the pain and the pleasure made a shiver run down my body, making me shake and whine his name, clutching the sheets on my sides.
“God damn it, you’re so tight…” Harry groaned, his eyes closing around the feeling as he leaned forward and thrust deeper, a gasp catching in my throat. “So warm and wet for me, you’re perfect for me kitten, perfect- fuck, fuck me.” He moaned, teeth biting onto my shoulder lightly.
“Harry, move, please move, I need you t-“ I let out and he thrust once, a grunt coming out of his lips in time with mine.
He moved slow as he kissed my lips, swallowing the noises we both made and connecting every broken piece of me back together again. It felt like we were the same person, glued together and connected, the same breath and heartbeat.
I opened my mouth without making any sound, looking at him as that feeling settled again in my tummy, wanting his closer, deeper, harder. I pressed my legs around him and I pushed him down to me, so I could kiss him and feel him completely. I loved that he was making love to me, showing me just how much he missed me, missed us, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more, I needed all of him.
“Harry, more. I need more.” I whispered to his ear, biting his lobe softly and he shuddered and leaned, kneeling between my legs. Without saying a word, he pushed my legs up towards my chest, using one hand to hold them still and the other to line himself to me, and thrust down and straight to my spot, hitting it once, twice, over and over, his speed building up with time. “Fuck baby, fucking hell, I can feel you everywhere, damn it.” I exclaimed, my voice hoarse with the moans and the grunts. The feeling was almost unbelievable, he filled me up and I was almost delirious for him, letting my hands roll to the back of my head.
My legs were trembling as he continued and all I could hear were the worked up moans he was letting out. I pressed my hand to his chest and I scratched on his skin, taking my opportunity as he slowed down to push him off to the bed and roll over him.
I sat astride him, I smirked, letting my hand run down his bare skin before I wrapped my fingers around his cock and lined him up to sink down on it. Harry groaned, his hands grasping my hips with force. When he was fully in, I could feel my walls throbbing around him as I clenched, feeling completely full and out of my mind, drunk on him.
I moved in wave like motions, rubbing my clit against his pelvic bone and supporting myself on his chest, my nails scratching the skin. I was feeling dizzy and weak but the coil in my belly swelled up and burned, the need to let go too strong but I didn’t want to stop just yet. I needed to see him lose his mind because of me, just like I did for him every time. Harry sat up, his arms wrapping around my body, lips sucking one of my nipples into his warm mouth before he cupped the other, pinching the hardened nub and making me roll my hips faster and harder against him.
“Look at you, so good for me. So pretty sitting on my cock, kitten.” He whispered against my skin, biting on my neck and sucking another mark, his hands rolling my hips faster.
I was already shaking, out of breath and with tears swelling in my eyes, the balloon inside me ready to pop and too strong to ignore. I knew he could feel it, the way he looked at me told me he knew I was about to crash and burn within him. He reached down, thumb pressing to my clit, and he pulled me to a kiss, his tongue licking into my mouth as I chanted his name, mixed with pleas and moans.
“You’re gonna cum for me, baby girl?” He asked and I wrapped my arms around his neck, hiding my face on the crook of his neck and breathing out a cry.
“Not yet.” I denied, but it was futile to fight against my body. I knew it was coming, but I was trying my hardest to hold it in.
“C’mon kitten, I wanna see you cum on my cock.” He asked and I shook my head no, moving faster and clenching around him. “Fuck, that’s it baby. I can feel how full you are, ready to burst…”
Without letting me say as much as word in, he turned us around, plunging down and pumping, hitting my spot precisely with every thrust and making me scream out, the balloon bursting and making me see white, as I shook on his arms. He was shaking, his breathing harsh and his grunts louder as he kept going, before I felt him fill me up, coming in hot spurts and coating my insides, making me shake again.
My thighs were trembling, my vision blurry and my lungs aching for air as Harry kissed up my torso, pulling out and making me whine, missing the feeling of him. He kissed my lips, pink lips and all, teeth biting my bottom lip and pulling, eyes lulled with tiredness and a flush to his cheeks and chest.
“I love you.” He said it again, the feeling burning in his eyes and making me tear up.
“I love you too.” I nodded, cuddling up to his side, kissing his chest and hiding my face on the crook of his neck.
“I think” He was panting, but kept talking anyway. “In light of this events, it’s time you move in with me. Don’t you?” He asked.
My heart almost jumped out my throat but I kept still, by his side, my hand going up his neck and tangling in his sweaty curls. I leaned up, locking my eyes with his and smiled, kissing the tip of his nose before licking our lips.
“Anything you want…”
Tell me if you like it or if you have any ideas for a next one shot!
She teaches part time at Jim’s school as a Drama/Music teacher. She mostly fills in as a substitute though, what she does she do outside of school, no one knows.
Why is she in Arcadia Oaks? Is she one of Bular’s spies? Is she even loyal to Gunmar? Will she even be on time to record the last season of her favorite show?!
Who knows right?
One of Cindy’s favorite pastimes is harassing Strickler after he finds out her changeling identity when he caught her scaling the school’s gym’s ceiling for roaches. Her flamboyant, “obnoxious” personality makes Strickler rethink recruiting her to the changeling cause-
”Why don’t you just, observe the young Trollhunter, and report any secrets or what he’s found out.”
Cindy, the ever most helpful teamplayer, plays along with his suggestion and goes back to helping the class perform the play, Don Quixote.
Not really a threat to Jim or his friends, Cindy continues her teaching, taunting Strickler oh his inevitable doom, and binge-watching her favorite show in the Trollhunters universe.
Did I ever tell you guys about how a kid in my class asked my chemistry teacher what’s his stance on gay marriage and he responded with “why don’t you ask my boyfriend” in the sassiest tone bc it was pretty much the best thing ever
“What if nothing ever gives you that same thrill again?” -Ian to Fiona.
This was personally one of my favorite, if not favorite, lines for Ian on 7X10 and here’s why:
Ian broke up with Mickey because he was in denial of his bipolar disorder, Monica got in his head, and he didn’t want to take his meds and he knew Mickey would want him to, correct? Well, now that he’s come to terms with his disorder I think he realized what Mickey did for him. Not only that, but he had pushed back all those memories when he started dating again and started to live a “normal” dating life. Straight up dinner and movie dates. Not that there’s anything wrong with that but, when you’re a Gallagher, it doesn’t really suit you or last long. Mickey and Ian fought for their love. For years it was secret hook ups, fighting with each other until they passionately had sex, the drama of Mickey coming out to his family, and Ian literally melting every time another piece of Mickey slipped through the hard cracks of his shell and showed Ian his true feelings.
“What if nothing ever gives you that same thrill again?” He’s not satisfied with Trevor anymore. You could tell the second he found out Mickey was back. He tried to convince himself that he was still into Trevor but, like he said, he couldn’t get Mickey “out of his head.” And Caleb? The only “thrilling” part of their relationship was Ian finding out he was HIV positive and him cheating on Ian with a woman. Gallavich, their love wasn’t something boring. It was dangerous, surprising, passionate, and true. You can’t fake what they had/have. Nor will they probably ever find somebody that could even match that level of “thrill” and Ian knows that.
I hate to compare their relationship to Monica and Franks because of how toxic their relationship is but, I will say this. No matter what happens to them or how long they are apart, Frank and Monica always find their way back to each other in the end. Their love is too catastrophic for each other to ever end. This is how I see Ian and Mickey. Even if in the next episode or two they leave each other again, they will find a way back to each other. We may not see it in the show or the show may end and they are “broken up” but, this episode put in stone that they are a powerful force. When they are together, nothing can stand in the way of that.
Now, I’m not sure what’s going to happen in the next episode. I honestly feel like the writers will never give us a happy ending on film with them since they made it their mission to trash Mickey every chance they got whenever somebody would speak about him. I just hope that, if they do break up in the next episode or the finale, Mickey gets the recognition he deserves. He gets a fair ending. He shouldn’t get belittled or made into the bad guy because he asked Ian to go with him, not forced. He told Ian to tell him goodbye but he didn’t. Ian made the decision to go with Mickey himself. Nobody else made him go. BUT there’s a chance they don’t fuck it up and give them their “happily ever after.” Cameron is set to start Gotham and film 5 indie movies soon. There’s talks of him leaving the show (not sure if it’s for a season or forever but). If they give Gallavich their “forever”, I need two things to happen:
-Ian tells Mickey thank you for taking care of him while he was really sick and in denial of his bipolar disorder.
-I need to hear Ian tell Mickey he loves him to Mickey’s face
My perfect Gallavich ending:
The cops find Ian and Mickey. They are running from them and find a place to hide, the cops are running past them not knowing where they went. Mickey turns to Ian and says “Gallagher, you with me?”
And Ian simply replies with “Always Mick.”
Summary:In which the worst day of your life suddenly becomes the best. And it’s all because of the flight delay.
“No no no no no!” I mumbled to myself, rushing through the airport. I dragged my suitcase behind me, running so incredibly late it wasn’t even funny. My flight was due to take off in less than two minutes and I was on the other side of the airport.
It didn’t help that security had been insanely backed up by the amount of people, and that one dude took so long to go through that I swear I saw someone grow a beard. Nothing could make this day any worse. I just wanted to go home.
It’s been more than a few years since I’ve been home - Seoul in South Korea, to be exact, is my home. For school, I was able to study abroad and get my degree in the United States. But after being away for so long, there’s nothing I want more than to see my family.
I quickly found baggage, dropping my suitcase off there and sprinting for my gate to board the plane. I barely made it in time, bending over to try and catch my breath as the lady checked my ticket. She sent me in, telling me to “have a nice flight” as I let out a sigh of relief.
I quickly boarded the plane, automatically being directed to my seat. I was sandwiched between a snoring old man (who had food stuck in his beard and a wrenching smell) and a business woman that seemed to have resting bitch face. Not my ideal situation, but nonetheless, I was glad to be on this flight back home.
I sighed once more, getting comfortable in my seat. I reached into my bag, pulling out my headphones to listen to some music. After searching for the right song, I finally found it and hit play. Music poured softly through the ear bud in my ear, relaxing my tense muscles.
“Sorry for the delay, but we seem to be having some technical difficulties,” A voice said over the loud speaker. “Please exit the plane, and meet with the receptionist to see about any news regarding future flights.”
Groans filled the plane, one of them being mine. This cannot be happening. I was finally going home… why does this have to happen now?
With a tired body, I dragged myself out of the plane with everyone else. My feet dragged tiredly along the floor as I slowly made my way to the receptions desk. I waited my turn, my head starting to pound with a headache.
After what felt like hours, it was finally my turn to talk to the lady - being one of the last ones.
“What can I do to get home?” I asked quietly, trying to ignore the pity that grew in her eyes when I said that.
“Well, there’s a flight from here to Chicago. Then from there to New York. Then from there, you should be able to get across seas, and only have one more ride back to Korea,” She said, her voice too chipper for my liking. “If you’d like to leave now, that is.”
“How long will there be until the next flight for Seoul takes off from here?” I asked, running a hand through my hair.
“The next flight won’t be until tomorrow morning,” She answered.
“Get me on that flight,” I muttered, not wanting to jump from city to city to reach home.
“Can do,” The lady said, pushing buttons on the computer. After a few minutes of her typing and checking my past ticket, I had my new plane ticket in my hand and was heading back towards luggage.
I received my luggage pretty quickly, heading off to where my new gate would be and sitting down in a chair. I slouched in the chair tiredly, my head leaning back so I could stare at the ceiling with sadness. I couldn’t believe this happened, of all days.
After a few minutes of sucking, I pulled my phone out. Turning it off of airplane mode, I dialed my mother’s number. It rang three times before she answered.
“Y/N…” She said tiredly.
“Hey mom,” I sighed out. “Bad news. My flights been delayed because of technical difficulties. I won’t be able to leave until tomorrow morning.”
“Oh honey,” She said sadly, her voice growing quiet. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I replied, too done with everything to be upset anymore.
I talked with her for a few more minutes before hanging up, letting her go back to sleep. I pulled out my headphones again, plugging them into my phone and going to my favorite playlist. My BTS playlist. BTS was my favorite band of all time, and if I needed a pick-me-up, their music would sure help.
Only putting one ear bud in, I stood from my seat. I might as well get some food while I wait. Heading off in a random direction, I lugged my suitcase behind me in an attempt to find something edible. After a few minutes of, I found a little coffee shop that served doughnuts and cupcakes.
I quickly ordered a latte and a chocolate cupcake (it had chocolate frosting too). I sat down in a booth by the window, watching people rush by to their planes. I stayed there for well over an hour, eating at my cupcake and sipping at my drink slowly. I was tired now, not wanting to stay here. But I didn’t have anywhere else to go. So I found myself walking back to my gate. I walked with my head down, not wanting anyone to see the tears that had started to form in my eyes. It was all getting to me, I was so devastated. I hated crying, let alone in public. But I couldn’t help the sniffles that slipped out as I tried to hold in the tears.
Wiping at my eyes, my attention to the surroundings around me vanished, causing me to run into someone.
“Sorry…” I mumbled in English, not bothering to look up at the person due to my embarrassment.
As I tried to walk away, the person grabbed my arm gently. “Are you okay?” I froze, my eyes widening. I would know that voice anywhere, even when he spoke in English.
Deciding not to fangirl and turn around, I just nodded, mumbling an “I’m okay” in Korean. As I tried to walk away, his grip kept me still, tingles running up and down my arm.
“How did you know I spoke Korean?” He asked, trying to turn me so he would look at my face. I gave up trying to leave, letting him turn me around. I looked up at him, tears falling down my face as I looked in his warm eyes.
“I’m a big fan of you guys,” I muttered. “I’m from Seoul too.”
Namjoon nodded in understanding, his eyes concerned as he looked at me. Using the pad of his thumb, he wiped away the tears falling from my eyes. “Are you crying because you’re happy, or because you’re sad?” He asked.
Logically speaking, in a situation like this, it could be either one. I could be crying happily because I got to meet one member from my favorite band. Or I could be crying sadly for some reason.
I was crying for the latter. Sad tears falling down my face as I remembered what was happening. “Because I’m sad,” I answered him. “But don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.” With that, I turned and walked away from him.
I laid down across multiple chairs by my gate, using my hoodie as a pillow. I just wanted to sleep some time away, so I could get that much closer to going home. My tears had dried now, a numb feeling taking over.
Yawn after yawn, I tried to fall asleep. But nothing was working. The chairs were just too uncomfortable lay on and I had too much of a headache to lay my head on the crumpled ball my hoodie was in. Groaning out in defeat, I sat up in the chairs.
I rubbed my eyes, trying to remove the tiredness. It barely worked, another yawn falling from my lips. Shivering, I realized it had gotten quite cold in the airport. I slipped my hoodie over my head, putting it on quickly. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold in my own warmth.
It worked for awhile, my own body heat keeping the cold out. But after an hour or so of just listening to music and sitting down, I needed to use the restroom. So I dragged myself out of the chair, pushing my suitcase under the seats and walking off to the bathroom.
I did my business quickly and attempted to control the birds nest my hair had become. After a few frustrating minutes, I just tugged it up into a ponytail and gave up on trying. I pushed myself out of the bathroom with a huff, not wanting to go back to sitting in the uncomfortable chairs.
While leaving the bathroom, it seemed that I was not paying attention once again to where I was walking. And I ran into someone yet again, causing the drink in their hand to dump all over my hoodie. I let out a gasp, tripping over my feet as I tried to catch my balance.
I felt like crying again, looking down at my now ruined hoodie. This was my favorite hoodie - and the only one I had with me.
“This is the worst day ever,” I said frustratingly, not even caring if the person couldn’t understand my native tongue.
“I’m sorry!” The person said. My ears catching onto the familiar voice.
I looked up at Namjoon and sighed. “Why do we always seem to meet like this?”
He looked at me with a tiny smile before seeing what had happened to my poor hoodie.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have been walking so close to the door!” He rambled on.
“It’s fine,” I said, holding up my hand to stop his rambling. In a quick motion, I pulled my hoodie off. The cooler air nipped at my skin, causing goosebumps to appear.
“Do you want me to get you a new one from the gift shop? I can do that,” He tried, his voice soft as he spoke.
“No, no,” I said, looking up at him with a sad smile. “I said it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Things happen.” He nodded slowly, looking as if he wanted to say something else. But I didn’t let him. “Anyways, I left my stuff unattended by my gate. So I have to hurry back and wait. Hopefully we don’t meet like this again.” I bowed my head at him and then walked away, returning to my seat.
I pulled out my phone and put in an ear bud, music bouncing around in my brain. I tiredly sat in the seat, dosing in and out as time floated by. I was freezing by the time it reached the night, my body shivering so much I could no longer dose off to sleep.
I turned off my music, not wanting to waste the battery any further. I sat up straight, stretching out my sore muscles from sitting for too long. Letting out a tiny groan, I regretted not bringing along anything to read. I still had over ten hours until my flight, and I had no idea how I’d fill that time.
Luckily - or unluckily, depending on how you looked at it - the answer to my problem was right in front of me. Literally. I nearly jumped out of my seat when I saw Namjoon and the rest of the boys sitting in the chairs opposite of me. Most of them were asleep, with the exception of Namjoon. Who was currently sitting up and reading a book.
My curiosity getting the best of me, I let out a whisper so I wouldn’t wake the others. “What are you reading?” I asked, watching him nearly jump out of his own chair from shock. I let out a tiny giggle at his surprised look.
He glanced up at me, his eyes sparkling and a smile on his face. “It’s just some book I got from the bookstore. It’s not really that interesting,” He said, answering my question. He closed the book, standing up and walking over to where I sat.
“Did you just wake up?” He asked, sitting down beside me.
I nodded. “These chairs are too uncomfortable to sleep in.”
“Agreeable,” He said, looking back over at the boys. “I don’t know how they do it.”
I laughed with him quietly. “I guess it takes talent.”
It was silent for a little bit, the awkwardness of not knowing what to say hanging in the air.
“You never told me your name…” Namjoon said, breaking the silence.
“Y/N,” I answered, smiling at him. He smiled back, making my stomach fill with butterflies.
“Y/N,” He repeated. “That’s a pretty name. It fits you well.”
A blush creeping up to my cheeks as I thanked him, not knowing how to reply to the compliment. Suddenly, I shivered again, the cold deciding now was the best time to make its presence known.
“Are you cold?” He asked, turning to face me in his seat.
I shrugged, not wanting him to worry over it. “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” He interrupted. “I can see you shivering.”
“I’ll live,” I replied, acting as if I weren’t absolutely frozen.
“The shops closed now,” He muttered to himself. “I should have gotten you a hoodie while it was still open.”
I let out a light chuckle at his words, shaking my head. “It’s fine Namjoon, I promise.”
“Well, at least take my jacket to make me feel better,” He said, already starting to pull it off.
“But then you’ll be cold,” I tried to stop him.
“No I won’t,” He said, tossing his jacket at me. “I’ve got a sweater on underneath. Put it on.”
Giving in, I pulled his jacket on. It was huge compared to me, the sleeves long enough to hang over my hands by many, many inches. But it was super warm, his previous body heat warming me up. It also smelled like him, making me feel safe. It was strange, but I definitely felt better wearing his jacket.
“So, why are you stuck here?” He asked, breaking me from my train of thought.
“My flight got delayed due to a technical problem. The next flight home isn’t until tomorrow morning,” I sighed out, slouching down in my seat sadly. “Is that why you were crying earlier?”
I nodded. “Yeah. It’s been awhile since I’ve been home. About four years or so to be exact. I came here to study abroad and get my college degree. I wasn’t able to go home and see my family, this would be the first time in so long. I was just upset that I had to wait even longer.”
“Understandable. I’m sorry to hear about that, it must hurt to have to wait to see your family after so long,” Namjoon said, reaching over and grabbing onto my hand (I had pulled them out of their sweater paws). He gave it a little squeeze before rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. Tingles shot through my arm, making me wonder if he felt them too as he held my hand.
“Why are you guys here?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Oh, nothing real exciting,” He mumbled, letting go of my hand and leaning back in his seat. “We just had our last concert for the US tour the other night, and now we’re headed to Hawaii for a mini vacation before we go home. The flights super early in the morning - like four am - so we got here tonight in order to not be late.” I nodded in understanding, also leaning back in my chair.
After multiple minutes in silence, I found myself drifting back off to sleep. I felt myself falling over until my head read against a soft surface, allowing me to finally drift off into a nice, warm sleep.
Many hours later, I was awoken by whispers.
“Look at how cute they are!”
“Shh! You’ll wake them up Jimin.”
“Did you take the picture?”
“Good. Now I wonder who she is, and why she’s cuddling up to our leader?”
With that, I found myself waking up fully, letting out a small groan. My eyes fluttered open, being met with three pairs of eyes. I jumped in surprise, a gasp leaving my lips and my eyes wide. Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung stood in front of me, all staring at me with wide smile on their faces.
Beside me, something shifted, causing my own body to move as I was laying on top of it. I turned my head to look at it, shock radiating through me as I saw it was Namjoon who I was laying on.
I jumped back, getting off of him quickly.
He woke up then, blinking his eyes slowly as he looked around him. He smiled at me before noticed the three staring boys.
“What?” He asked them.
“Oh nothing hyung….” They said together, dragging out the last word.
He rolled his eyes at their behavior, deciding to ignore it. “What time is it?”
“About 3:30 in the morning,” Jimin answered, showing his phone screen to Namjoon.
“Oh shit,” Namjoon said, quickly getting himself out of the chair. “Our flights soon. We have to get the rest up and we have to go check in and gather our things.” He rambled on, rushing around to gather all of his things. The four of us just watched him, amused smiles on all of our faces as we watched him be all “leader-like”.
He struggled to wake up Hoseok, Seokjin, and Yoongi - the latter putting up the most fight and swatting at Namjoon as if he were an alarm clock he needed to turn off.
Fifteen minutes later, all seven of them were ready to go. Just in time for their flight to be called for boarding. I stood up as well, walking with Namjoon over to their gate. He held my hand the entire way, not that I was complaining.
When we reached their gate, Namjoon hung back and let the others go on first. He turned to face me, a small, but sad, smile on his face.
“I guess this is goodbye,” I said, looking at him sadly. Remembering that I was still wearing his jacket, I started to shrug it off. But he stopped me.
“Keep it. Consider it a replacement for the one I ruined,” He said, smiling at our earlier memories. “And not to sound cheesy, but I don’t want this to be a goodbye. You said you lived in Seoul, right?”
I nodded, confusion clouding me.
“We do too,” He said. “When we get home, I’d like to take you on a date.”
Butterflies erupted in my stomach, or more so, the whole entire zoo was having a party in my tummy. My heart was racing and blush appeared on my cheeks. He wanted to go on a date with me?
“R-really?” I stuttered out, finding it really hard to look him in the eyes.
“Mhm,” He hummed in response, putting his finger under my chin and lifting my head up to look at him. “Will you wait for me to return in a couple weeks?”
Without questioning it, I nodded. My eyes stayed locked with his, not missing the smile that formed on his face when I said yes.
“Good,” He said. “I’m glad.” I couldn’t help but smile as well, happiness coursing through my veins.
The lady at the gate interrupted us, telling Namjoon that it was time to go. He nodded at her and looked back at me with a sad smile.
“This is not a goodbye,” He said, pulling my head to him and kissing my forehead softly. “This is a see you later.”
I nodded, “I’ll see you later, then.”
“You will,” He answered. “I’ll make sure of it.”
He pulled his hand out of mine now, starting to walk towards the gate entrance. I watched as he handed his ticket to the lady to be checked. After a moment, she cleared him to enter.
Before walking in, he turned to face me again. “I put my number in one of the coat pockets. Find it, and text me. I’ll respond when we arrive in Hawaii. Do the same when you arrive home.”
I nodded again, “Alright. I will.”
He smiled once more, waving. He then turned around and left, disappearing into the tunnel. I let out a sigh, a blush still on my cheeks and my heart still pounding in my chest.
I can’t believe that just happened.
In a daze, I walked back to my seat. When I got back, I dug through the many pockets in the jacket to find the slip of paper. After a moment, I finally found it hidden in one of the inside pockets.
I quickly pulled out my phone and added his contact, deciding to send him a quick text so he’d have my number.
‘Hey, just so you have my number. It’s Y/N.’
Surprisingly, my phone buzzed right after I set it down. Quickly unlocking it, I see a new text.
Namjoonie <3:'I’ll see you in a few weeks. Miss you already.’
Ray spending lots of time with Team Flash and cue jealous!TeamLegends (like Cisco/Ray is my favorite interteam thing ever)
honestly the thing is that ray is a very useful and smart person and if cisco wanted an extra set of eyes on what he’s making, ray is his best person to contact, and i’m kind of like, why don’t they interact more but i’m also like U KNOW WHY
so like ray would absolutely take a day to go help cisco, and this is one of those things where like, you’d think sara is the one who would be like um hello ray is on OUR TEAM we can’t just SWAP like that, especially because we’re the BEST TEAM! but it’s actually nate, who is drowning in jealousy, and is like, excuse me1!!! and at first everyone is like, nate you soft jealous meatball, but i think nate is actually secretly clever enough to turn this into a competition and everyone on this fucking disaster spaceship is a competitive nightmare
and like just them crashing the fucking ship into star labs like OH SO YOU GUYS THINK YOU CAN GET RAY TO BUILD YOU ALL ATOM SUITS SO YOU’LL BE A BETTER TEAM THAN US??? IS THAT IT????
and cisco is like, i literally just needed his help checking the wiring in the building holy shit
nate, loudly: HE SAID THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT THEY WERE PLANNING!!!!
anyway this quickly dissolves into a series of competitions, and the winning team gets to Keep Ray, and barry is like wait but ray was never even- he’s not a member of our team sara: oh wow sounds like someone’s a CHICKEN barry: say that to my GODDAMN FACE
they do red rover but it’s just everyone getting clotheslined fucking repeatedly
they do the challenge thats just PAIN and team flash is like WE’RE NOT DOING THAT meanwhile sara has already got the dart in her hand staring everyone dead in the fucking eye and they’re still like WE’RE NOT DOING THAT
they attempt to do a three-legged race and len just shoots out barry’s kneecap bc it’ll heal in a few hours and all of team legends is like HE’S FINE HE’S SUCH A BABY and barry is rolling around on the ground like OH MY GOD THIS HURTS WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT and also, jax and amaya still do the three-legged race part while barry rolls around on the field and everyone yells at each other jax: this is getting stupid you want to three legged walk to starbucks amaya: idk what that is but sure
PAIN: part 2 which is just mick doing stuff to his arms like huh. those nerve endings really are fuckin fried while team flash is like STOP. STOOOOP.
i think at the end of all of this they just grab ray by the arm and drag him back onto the ship and team flash is like, THIS WASN’T EVEN A COMPETITION THIS WAS JUST YOU TERRORIZING US
sara: haha and don’t you fucking forget it nerds, LATES
cisco, who i assume has just been like watching this happen the whole day is like and you know, the wiring still isn’t fucking fixed