About 30 minutes ago I got out of the shower and dried off, put on my pjs, opened the door and walked out, only to find myself back in my bathroom, staring at the closed door.
I stopped, and tried to rationalise what had just happened to me. I convinced myself that I had simply imagined that I had opened the door and stepped out, so I tried again. I pushed the door handle down, opened it, stepped out, and yet again found myself in my bathroom, standing in front of a closed door.
genre: smut, fluff, comedy / college, podcast personality au
word count: 15,610
description: Two mystery students from your college run the podcast dubbed ‘mixtape.’ It’s become a sort of phenomenon around campus, listened to by almost everyone. In their most recent episode they discussed various study methods… One of them being oh so tempting.
topic is—” Sugar started, of course only to be swiftly interrupted by the
second half of the two-man show podcast that had sort of gone viral around your
regardless of being cut short, the metallic nature of his voice still managed
to worm its way directly into your chest, where it festered into something so
captivating that you couldn’t help but sigh. It was cool to the touch as the
syllables of his chosen words sent an intrusion of goosebumps along your arms
and thighs. It had a certain gravel, a deepness that you could sometimes feel
in the pit of your belly if you listened to him long enough with your eyes
closed. However, more times than not, the grit would be severed with a vibrant
laugh that rang so sweetly that you could feel it clamoring around your heart
with giddiness on its heels.
So sexy, right?” Jay interjected mid-sentence, something that anyone who
listened to their weekly episodes would quickly learn is a norm.
there were times of course where Sugar was allowed the courtesy of going off on
long tangents without his friend’s interruption, and in those
moments his voice was hypnotic, if you had to put it simply. It tugged you
beneath the current of concentration until you were pressing the volume button
on your phone to raise his vocals higher. The small hitch of his breath, or
exhale against the mic when he would sigh due to the topic at hand, they made
you lean in closer to the invisible man on the other side of the pre-recorded
audio that filtered through your headphones.
⚬ warnings⇁dom!yoongi, submissive!reader, verbal humiliation, spanking, roleplay, rough sex, cum play, dirty talk, this is porn ok and everything is consensual
word count⇁10.6k pwp
[money shot] in a pornographic movie, refers to the sequence in which the male actor ejaculates onto his partner’s body
“Don’t look so put off. Min Yoongi’s indisputably one of the best in the industry. He’s extremely professional and experienced—and handsome to boot. You’ll be in the very best hands. He rarely works with newbies, so consider yourself special.”
↳ or ; the author just really wanted to write a pornstar!au but got carried away;;
I don’t know about you, but long classes get the best of my ADHD. Today as I was sitting in my two hour composition lecture I thought of some helpful ways to endure a long class.
Takeabreak. At my college, if a class is over two hours the professor is required to give a ten minute break. By the time came for the break, I was already in a hyper focus and didn’t want to take the break. This may vary from person to person, but I found that taking the break really helped even if it did mean a break from the hyper focus. In my experience of my first semester of college, the other students did not want the break and would just sit in the classroom. That may work for some, but I found getting out of the classroom really helped, even if it meant just taking a small walk. Take advantage of the breaks the teachers give you.
Snacks, water, and meals. Most of the teachers don’t care if you eat in class, especially when it is a two hour+ class. Make sure you eat lunch/dinner before class if your class is around that time. Take some snacks and a bottle of water. It will help your mind and your mood. I always take a fun snack and eat it after the first hour to ‘reward‘ myself.
Fidgets. Use fidget toys. Personally, I don’t like big fidgets but rather the small ones that you can just hold in your hand. I know they make some fidgets that can work with pencils or something… I’m not sure:) you could doodle too as long as that isn’t a distraction in itself. Another thing I find useful is taking notes even if I don’t need to. It keeps me focused and I remember the material better. A girl in one of my classes brings a coloring book to class. Find what works for you!
Try making it a game. I think this is the inner child me but it helps so I thought I’d put it in just incase it helps someone else. I like making my class a game. I pretend. Sometimes I pretend I am on a reality TV show, other times I play the teacher and doing the classwork is preparing for the day. Sometimes it is making up a back story as to why I am in the class (example: I am Malala Yousafzai) or that I am practicing for a game show. Other times it is pretending I’m at Oxford.|
Again, these may work for some and not for others. Fill free to add more/comment what helps you!
#1. Runaway Land.
Louis is sure he’s stumbled upon a secret, underground nightclub, though that is far from the truth. He’s also pretty sure he’s stumbled upon Apollo, which… isn’t very far from the truth, actually. Modern Greek mythology AU.
#2. You Might Want to Marry My Husband. 24k.
When Harry’s husband dies, he asks one thing of him; to find love and happiness again without him. It’s a request that Harry is happy to disregard, until he meets the one person who is impossible to ignore.
#3. Love’s Truest Language. 48k. The first part was meant as a joke. He didn’t really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow. “Where’s your order forms, then?” “I don’t want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him. Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”
I really liked how you wrote the a/b/o dynamic in your last fic. It wasn't some thing that overruled and defined everything about the characters, which is so awesome because I doubt many people - Stiles especially - would deal well with that. Anyway, i thought I'd washed my hands with a/b/o fics but it's sucked me back down again. Do you have any fic recs?
thank you so much! that fic was super fun to write, and I loved cramming in all my favorite tropes :) I’m a big fan of a/b/o, idek why, but I love it. I’m sure all the ones I’d rec are well known, but here’s a list of some of my favs in no particular order.
Stiles never expects to present as an omega – that’s something that happens to people like Greenberg, not him. He is so wrong.
His life only gets stranger when Derek Hale mistakenly bursts through the door of his exam room during a doctor’s appointment. What happens next is a complicated series of events, including freshly baked cookies, book-carrying and surprise heats.
Stiles didn’t know how Derek sleeping on his floor developed into sleeping in his bed, or how cuddling ended up turning into Derek humping his ass. He didn’t agree to being knotted in the school locker room, either. But what can you do when Derek Hale wants something? He’s the Alpha, after all.
People talk about the alpha instinct, an alpha’s head being swayed by a nice-smelling omega, or the desire to drop everything and show off. Derek’s never felt any of that. He’s just not that kind of alpha.
Then he meets Stiles.
Say It With Me (Don’t Assume) by orphan_account (I’m pretty sure this is by KuriKuri, does anyone know if this was abandoned on purpose or not, since they’re’ still on AO3 with other fic?)
Derek knows way too much about how omega heat suppressants work now, after having been partnered with Stiles for as long as he has. They’re probably his favorite thing to bitch about whenever they’re stuck on a stakeout. Of course, omegas on the force aren’t required to take them. Derek’s never really understood why Stiles does, if he hates them so much, especially –
Stiles runs away during his first heat, right into the waiting and ambiguously scary arms of the Alpha’s nephew, Derek Hale. He doesn’t have any choice except to submit, but along the way, he digs up a mystery that threatens his family and even the town’s safety.
Stiles does not work his Omega ass off to attract frat boy Alphas. Absolutely not. He’s at college to get his degree. If he’s crushing on an Alpha who never crosses the lines of propriety, well, no one needs to know, right?
It’s just past five in the morning and Stiles is barely awake, wearing only sleep pants that hang low below his pregnant belly, and he can’t get the damned brand new jar of decaf coffee open. But he has a neighbor, and he’s too tired to think that waking someone else up at this hour might not be the best (or politest) of ideas.
“March 2, 1810… Today, I met the man I’m going to marry.”
At the age of eight, Genim “Stiles” Stilinski showed no signs of Great Beauty. And even at eight, Stiles learned to accept the expectations society held for him–until the evening when Derek Hale, the handsome and dashing Alpha of the Hale pack, solemnly kissed his hand and promised him that one day he would grow into himself, that one day he would be as beautiful as he already was smart. And even at eight, Stiles knew he would love him forever.
But the years that followed were as cruel to Derek as they were kind to Stiles. Stiles is as intriguing as the Duke boldly predicted on that memorable day–while Derek is a lonely, bitter man, crushed by a devastating loss. But Stiles has never forgotten the truth he set down on paper all those years earlier–and he will not allow the love that is his destiny to slip through his fingers . .
All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He’ll never have any of that again.
“Kira doesn’t care a wick if you can afford her dresses and bonnets, I’m well aware. It doesn’t change the fact that I have to look after her best interests. I’d like her to be with an Alpha that puts her above all else even if he cannot afford her every luxury.”
Scott looks surprised. “I know you do not know me, sir, but I can promise you that that is my only wish. I—I love Kira quite dearly, and all I want is to provide for her, make her happy.”
“So you will marry off your brother,” Derek says, taking a sip from his drink.
In which Kira is Derek’s ward, Stiles is Scott’s brother, and omega heat cycles are good for everyone.
The key isn’t actually being confident, he repeats in his head in Lydia’s breathy voice. It’s faking the hell out of it and looking as sexy as possible while you do it. For omegas, it’s easy. There’s a natural charm to all of us that only takes seconds to engage, and barely takes practice.
Walk into the room, he chants in his head. Own it, and look people in the eyes. Find the best looking alpha, have them buy you a drink, and the rest is easy.
“I think I’m dying.” Nothing makes sense – and now Derek has left him.
“No, Mr. Stilinski,” Deaton says grimly, rooting around in his special cupboard of herbs and remedies. “I’m afraid not. You’re merely suffering from a biological imperative to bear your alpha’s children and strengthen the pack.”
Stiles considers that for a moment, as best he can with his mind a hazy mess, and then he says quietly, “I think that might be worse.”
“So, so much worse,” Scott agrees.
* In which Derek’s pack is apparently stable enough to begin planning for the future, and somehow, the universe has decided Stiles is the perfect candidate to bear his alpha’s children.
Stiles always figured it would be Scott who saw him through his first heat. They pinky-swore on it, in fact, when they were eleven and newly-presented. There haven’t exactly been an abundance of offers between then and now.
What there is now, though, is the pack, and pack takes care of each other.
❝ You accidentally send ‘xo’ at the end of a text to your daughter’s teacher, and he seems to get the wrong idea… ❞
➸ prompt: My ex will be at the Christmas party, so you agreed to pose as my fiancé to keep them away.
➸ pairing: teacher taehyung x parent reader
➸ warnings: mentions of alcohol, brief mentions of bereavement
➸ requested by anon | 11.4k words | fluff, teacher au
In the busy whirl that is the life of a single parent you’ve done some pretty stupid things –
like running out of the house in your pyjamas to try and get your daughter,
Mia, to school on time, or accidentally giving her your lunch of chickpea salad
while you went to work with her sandwiches made with teddy-bear shaped ham, or
forgetting to check the weather before driving her to school on a snow day,
only to realise your mistake and ending up needing to call in sick off work so
you could stay home with her.
But out of all the stupid things you’ve
done, distracted by the blur of days that are never long enough, this is by far
the stupidest. You stare at your phone in horror, gaping down at the ‘xo’ send
at the end of the text. That was not meant to be there. How could you
absentmindedly tack on kisses and hugs, normally reserved for your mother alone,
and accidentally send them to Mr. Kim, your daughter’s young, and unnaturally
If only you could delete texts…
if only you could delete yourself…
Plot: You and Yoongi fight and he says he hates you. So you decide to give him the silent treatment, but he tries everything to make you talk to him again.
Words count: 5,5k+
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
For anon, I hope you like it cutie!
The thump of the door closed behind your shoulder was the noise that welcomed your return home for more than three weeks.
The door closed behind your boyfriend without you having time to greet him or spend a few minutes with him.
At every comeback the situation worsened, you knew at the beginning of your relationship and you remember it again after almost two years. But this time there was something different and you couldn’t understand. Your mind completely filled with thoughts, which annoyed you without interruption.
The first few days you hadn’t noticed the difference, but now it was impossible not to notice. Don’t notice those little details. Like the absence of his good morning kiss or the complete disappearance during the day, without a simple message or even a quick phone call.
Your chest was crushed under the weight of the consciousness that you would spend the umpteenth evening alone, with your dog trying to cheer you up and some melancholy song in the background. In short, the dream of every girl of 24 years for her evenings.. Especially when they have a boyfriend.
“Hello to you too..” Your hissing scattered in the air and your little cub of Jack Russell, the dear and adored Agust D, began chasing his own tail to draw your attention. “Hello puppy,” you whispered gently, lowering and running your fingers on his short and soft fur.
He barked with happiness but you couldn’t prove any spirit of sharing. Yoongi had disappeared for the umpteenth evening and this began to dig into your heart a bigger hole that was scaring you. In ways that you never thought possible, a fear that couldn’t be explained.
Since the evening was ruined, you dragged your feet to your room and changed into something more comfortable. The pajamas, a beautiful zebra printed pajamas, was the best solution.
What could be better than warmth and softness and comfort?? You knew it, but you ignored to say the answer aloud otherwise your mood would have worsened further.
“D, what do you want to do??”
The puppy started barking, hopping around the house and dragging behind a little plush, making you smile slightly. At least someone in that house was happy, you found yourself thinking.
The kitchen, the second place where you were more comfortable after the bed, greeted you as you lit the lights and started thinking about what to eat. You weren’t starving, but from that morning you hadn’t touched food and knowing if you skipped another meal, you would have fainted at the least opportune moment.
“Hyung sent you some bibimpap and the cabbage kimchi, they’re in the refrigerator.”
Yoongi’s raspy voice caught you unprepared because you would never have expected to hear it so soon. Thinking that now your mind was playing with your mind to make you believe that everything went well, you wouldn’t turn around and keep looking at the various packs of ramen you kept in the cabinet. For any eventuality, of course.
Yoongi remained on the doorstep of the kitchen, astonished by the fact that you had totally ignored him. He was back to ask if you wanted to spend the evening with him in the studio because he knew.
He knew it was going on as always, that he was neglecting you and letting you go. Just as he knew that it couldn’t happen every time, despite living well with that situation your heart suffered the consequences. He had spent whole months to make you really trust him, months that were also useless to him to trust at least a bit of you, and every time he walked away he knew that he cracked that trust. That pushed you to think the worst.
But now he was there, in the same room, and you didn’t even spare a look to him. And he had to admit that it hurt, but without understanding that it was the feelings that you felt every single time you came home.
It was the first mistake of the evening.
He cleared his voice again, but your attention was still focused on your choice.
The pack between your hands fell to the ground while you jumped, facing him and following your gaze you noticed him on the door. His annoyed look and the arms folded across his chest.
The dark circles under his eyes, the black beanie and that fringe that now almost covered his eyelids, his clenched jaw, his black irises that seemed somewhat darker. He didn’t seem very happy and you wondered if his feelings could reflect your own.
“S-sorry.. I was thinki–”
“What did you think? Ignore me,” he took off the beanie throwing it on the table, “it wasn’t pleasant for me. ”
You scoffed, feeling the skepticism open a gap in your mind. Really feeling ignored was unpleasant? You’d want to tell him he was welcome in your world, but you’d bite your tongue. A fight was the last thing your mind already full of negativity could endure.
Agust D, feeling that something was about to happen, began to wander near Yoongi’s feet, but he ignored him and didn’t wash his gaze away from you.
And you felt vulnerable. Under the indifference and repressed anger that those dark irises were showing clearly. The phone on the table gave a sound and you wanted to hide behind it while avoiding the way he was looking at you.
And that was the second mistake of the evening. The moment you stood out your arm to grasp it, something snapped into Yoongi’s mind.
“Are you kidding? Y/N; I’m talking to you!”
With your arm in mid-air, you froze and turn your head towards him, observing how the rage was transforming his lines. Angry, but for what? You couldn’t understand, in fact, you weren’t the wrong one.
“And I came here to ask you to come with me. But apparently, my presence isn’t welcome. ”
And that was the third mistake of the evening.
Your arm fell limp, the strength with which you kept him lifted completely erased from your body. The tears threatened to burn on your cheeks, but forcefully you chased them back and swallowed the knot in your throat that had formed in a few seconds.
“It’s a shame that your presence is an ephemeral thing in these weeks. Since you’re never here and you don’t even deem to recognize the fact that I exist and live in this apartment.”
The air frozen, you saw him inhaled sharply and with your body, you turned towards him. You felt every part of you tense like a string of a violin, your heart was beating so hard to press against your ribcage as it wanted to get out and run away but you were so tired of his attitude that you had exceeded the limit.
Yoongi looked at you, his mind now completely fogged. He couldn’t figure out why he was wrong, but everyone knew that anger provokes and makes the worst out of any person.
With quick steps he came up to you, you knew he could never hurt you, but you stepped back and lifted your hand.
And that hand, open and slightly trembling, was the only stop for Yoongi. He stopped mid-way, feeling his throat going on fire for the desire to yell at you and the bile corrode his chest. He felt hurt, but he didn’t understand how intense your feelings of loneliness and abandonment were. You didn’t feel anymore that feeling of belonging and it was a feeling that you had hoped never to try.
“Now I understand why everyone ends up hating you, Y/N.”
And perhaps that was the worst mistake of the evening.
Your heart took a note of his words, which with hatred were putting their seed. Yes, many people you had given everything had ended up leaving.
Making you feel like you were the mistake, the wrong side of the story. But Yoongi.. You never thought he could use your past against you.
Even the fact that was the anger to make him talk was an excuse. He had no excuse.
“Goodnight, Yoongi,” you hummed and walked out of the kitchen, avoiding touching him as you passed by. The dog followed you, his ears low and the tail between his short and thin legs.
He knew, unlike his master, how much you were suffering. He perceived it. Yoongi stood in the center of the kitchen, his gaze pointed where you were standing before. His hands began to tremble, but the error he had just made not yet clear for his mind gripped by anger.
With a sigh, he stepped out of the room and then stormed out of the house, saying that if that was your way of dealing with a discussion, he wouldn’t have been the mature part in the couple.
The bed greeted your tired body when you threw yourself on it and the sound of the door didn’t surprise you. Sighing you lured your pillow towards you, hiding your face against the soft material and letting the waves of pain begin to hit you. And you collapsed, slowly, accompanied by tears and the first real wound that Yoongi had dealt you.
summary: jeon jungkook has had a strong disliking towards you since the first day you two met. and for what reason? many reasons, actually. you’ve always been taught to play nice, so that’s what you’ve always done, however jungkook takes it too far leading you to explode — finally all your feelings come out.
It started when you were fourteen years old, right in your first week of freshmen year.
Back then you were clueless, and dumb, extremely shy, and really, really fucking clumsy.
You clutched onto a piping hot cup of coffee, running carelessly around the school you were so unfamiliar with, trying to reach your class on time while balancing a shit ton of textbooks in your arms.
Everyone knew that combination would only result in the worst thing from happening —everyone except for you.
Without any regards to your other surroundings; getting to class on time being the only thing on your mind, your body collided with another figure as your lips emitted a small gasp, seeing the much taller boy open his mouth, sending a deathly glare your way.
“What the fuck!” he hissed as your eyes widened upon seeing his white shirt drenched with the brown substance.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” you exclaimed, trying to wipe the spilt coffee from his shirt, to absolutely no avail.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” he hissed, gripping your wrist tightly, throwing it off his torso. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”
“I’m sorry, I-I was just trying to get to class, and I didn’t want to be l-late, so I started running, I didn’t think I was gonna bump into somebody, I wasn’t thinking at all—”
“Who the fuck are you anyways?!” he interrupted your rambling as you stuttered out a response.
“Uh, um, I’m y/n,” you spoke quietly, still embarrassed from the previous encounter. “I-i’m a freshmen..”
He scoffed, as you watched him roll his eyes. “No fucking wonder.” he muttered under his breath, but you knew he wanted you to hear. You felt the heat immediately rush to your cheeks as you looked at the floor, eyeing the small droplets of your coffee starting to dry in its place on the marbled tiles. “You’re lucky you’re new here, y/n. You don’t know how fucking lucky you are that you don’t know who I am. But consider this a warning, starting now don’t ever pull some shit like this again, and don’t ever fucking get in my way, otherwise I promise to make your life fucking hell. Understand?” he came close to you, whispering threateningly in your ear as your heart sped up, his voice sending shivers throughout your body.
You nodded slowly, eyes still fixated on the ground.
“Hey, look at me when I talk to you.” he ordered, your eyes reaching his.
Fuck, you thought. He was attractive. And really fucking scary. But attractive nonetheless, and you knew right away he was someone who was extremely well known around the school. You didn’t know who he was just yet, but with a face and attitude like that, you already knew he was valued and respected by many other people. You were in fact lucky you were new, you could already tell the kind of things this boy would do to ruin peoples’ lives if they ever crossed him. You weren’t lucky however with the fact that you were now on the bad side of the latter seeing as the incident you pulled really managed to anger him.
“Do you understand what I’m saying to you, y/n?” he asked again.
Your eyes still fixated on his as you observed the way his eyes gleamed, your vision slowly starting to trace the features of his face, his jawline clenching at you, while his perfectly shaped lips spoke words you were far too distracted to hear.
You nodded your head at him, seeing the way he raised his eyebrow.
“Use your words, y/n.” he demanded.
That was the day you came to know of him — Jeon Jungkook. The boy who was a year older than you, who was extremely respected and well-known around the school (confirming your assumptions), the boy who captivated the hearts all females with his charming personality and attractive figure, the boy who many other males were envious of. But he was also the boy who was notorious for bullying his way to get the things he wanted.
You promised yourself to stay away from a boy like that, but fate really didn’t want to listen to you.
Over the course of your freshmen year, there were many incidents involving Jungkook. A week following your first incident, you bumped into the boy in the hallways as he once again reprimanded you to stay the fuck out of his way, letting you off with your second warning. You recalled another time where you had accidentally whipped open the girls bathroom door, trying to exit, resulting in you hitting the boy’s back as he tumbled forward from the impact. You remembered how angry he was at you, biting his tongue back from completely flipping shit on you, leaving you with another admonition and your third warning.
But the next encounter with Jungkook after that was the complete end for you, for this one incident caused him to officially make you the main target of his constant torment.
Walking through the cafeteria, you tried to find your friends as you balanced the assortment of foods laying perfectly on the red tray. You managed to compose yourself, gripping the tray tightly knowing you had a tendency to drop and spill things very frequently. You silently coaxed yourself to keep going, giving yourself encouragement as you congratulated yourself on the fact that you had not managed to be a clumsy fuck and drop your food all over the place.
Your silence praises of encouragement were immediately shot down as a random boy ran past you swiftly, bumping into your small figure as you jolted forward, landing on your knees. You watched what felt like was playing in slow motion as your tray flew through the air, as you saw your pasta and orange juice land on the person who you feared the most.
Just my fucking luck, you thought.
You looked up at him, already feeling his gaze on you as you saw his face reddened deeply with anger. His friends snickered at the food sitting on his lap, taunting him with jokes, as other people began to stare at you knowing that you were in deep shit.
You could feel everyone’s eyes on you as you felt like your heart was gonna burst out of your chest from the sole feeling of fear and humiliation.
That was the last straw for Jungkook, and you knew that you had screwed up all your warnings in it’s entirety.
“Fucking hell, it’s you again!” he seethed, trying to wipe the remains of sauce and juice off his pants as you stood there at a loss of words. “You clumsy shit, what did I tell you about getting in my fucking way again?!”
“That wasn’t my fault, I-i’m sorry!” you tried to reason as you practically saw the steam escaping his ears as he looked at you with the same glare he gave you on your very first encounter. “He ran past me, he knocked the tray out of my hands!—”
“Just shut the fuck up,” he silenced you as your mouth closed instantly, afraid of the backlash you would receive from the boy. “You’re not making anything better for yourself, y/n. You’re practically asking for me to ruin your fucking life!”
“No, no, that’s not what I’m trying to do, I swear!” you exclaimed. “I’ll try and stay out of your way from now on—”
“I don’t give people second chances. A girl like you should know that by now. I gave you three fucking warnings and you didn’t listen, so you just fucked yourself over. So have fun, y/n. Welcome to high school.” he hissed menacingly, your heart dropping at his words.
Jeon Jungkook did in fact live up to his words — from that day on you, he tried anything, and everything to fuck up your mood, and ruin your life.
As promised, he made your life hell.
Now you were in your junior year, Jungkook being in his senior year. You thanked god for the day that you would soon see him leave your godforsaken high school, finally giving you a good last year in peace.
You were used to his consistent attempts to ruin your mood, hoping to catch an intense reaction from you, but you always remained extremely nice and kind to the boy. You were taught by your parents to always see the best in people and to not let anyone affect you in any way
At first it was hard. How couldn’t it be when you were suddenly on the most popular boy’s hit list. But eventually you grew used to all the things Jungkook would pull on you, ranging from embarrassing you till you ran away too humiliated to even talk, or insulting you so much till tears ran freely down your face.
It still affected you, your feelings were always hurt by the things he did. But you got used to it.
You walked into your biology class, clutching onto your notebook as you walked to your seat beside someone who grew to be an extremely close friends of yours. Jimin.
He was a grade older, your class being mixed with juniors and seniors, and he also happened to be a close friend of Jungkook’s. Being assigned a shared seating with the boy made your anxiety sky rocket, knowing he was extremely good friends with the person who despised you the most. You didn’t talk to him for the first three weeks, but eventually you eased up on him once he proved that he was actually a decent human being, a big contrary to Jungkook.
Jimin was cocky at times, something you expected from the popularity that consumed him, but he had good intentions and morals, and he had a much kinder personality than you expected, resulting in the two of you becoming good friends.
He would often update you about the things Jungkook said about you, and his antics. You wished you could say you didn’t care, but you did. You were both infatuated with the boy and extremely afraid of him, two feelings that shouldn’t be shared at the same time.
Despite the fact that Jungkook displayed an obvious disapproval with the friendship between one of his best friends and his enemy, you and Jimin disregarded his words.
The stories Jimin would tell you about times where Jungkook proved to be an actual decent person surprised you, but intrigued you nonetheless. You wanted to hear the good things Jungkook did to try and distract yourself from the asshole he was towards you. You craved to see the good in him, always trying to see the absolute best in people.
You sat down in your usual seat, to the right of your friend, as he greeted you with a bright smile, not noticing the person to his left as you pulled out your notes. Jimin cleared his throat, whispering what you assumed to be reprimands as you finally turned to look at the person he was talking to.
You felt a lump in your throat as it was none other than Jungkook himself.
He was in your AP biology class as well, but ignored you and Jimin for the most part, sitting all the way in the back avoiding the both of you. You remembered Jimin telling you that Jungkook didn’t bother acknowledging him during this class, hating the fact that the two of you had become strongly acquainted. He didn’t ever talk to Jimin when he was around you, so the sight of him with his friend surprised you.
“I see you guys are still friends,” he exclaimed with extreme disdain.
“Jungkook, stop that. Just go back to your seat now, class is about to start. We’ll talk after class.” Jimin dismissed the brunette as Jungkook rolled his eyes.
“Yeah whatever,” he countered, walking away from your table with a huff.
You didn’t notice yourself holding your breath until you finally let out a sigh of relief as Jimin rubbed your arm reassuringly. “You okay?” he asked as you nodded your head.
“Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” you smiled, despite the fact that your mind was spinning with wild thoughts as you tried to brush it off.
Class proceeded as usual, listening to your teacher’s lecture while you and the rest of students took notes. At the end of class you gathered all your things as she stopped everyone in their place, announcing there would be another project which would be a partnered assignment. She allowed the students to choose their partners almost always, so you and Jimin instantly looked at each other.
However, to your dismay, she spoke up. “I will be assigning partners for this project, you all seem to work with the exact same person every time. We need variety, people. Don’t you kids get bored working with the same person every project we do?” she asked, a few kids grumbling no in response as she dismissed their remarks of disapproval. “Anyways, this project is gonna make up 30% of your grade, and will take around two to two and a half weeks to do, depending on how well you use and manage your time. And since there are an even amount of juniors to seniors, I’ll be assigning each junior with a senior. Once you and your partner’s names are called out you may pick up your package here at the front and leave.”
You waited patiently to hear your name being called out, eyeing the seniors around your classroom. You were friends with most of them, some were just mutual, but they were friendly with you regardless, Jungkook being the only person who hated you for, well, everything for that matter.
Your teacher continued to call out names as people started filing out the classroom. You grew nervous eyeing the remaining four seniors, Jimin and Jungkook being two of them.
The other two people were called as you saw them exit with their partners as you and another junior were left to be called. Your heart raced seeing the 50/50 chance of landing one of your good friends, and landing the boy who hated your fucking guts.
You waited patiently as your teacher scanned the remaining group as she looked back and forth amongst you guys. “Jimin and May, you two will be partners.”
Your heart stopped as Jimin looked at you with an apologetic gaze as he and his partner picked up their package leaving the class in a rush.
“So that just leaves you, y/n, and Jungkook—”
“This is fucking bullshit!” Jungkook barked suddenly as you jumped slightly from the volume of his voice.
“Jungkook! Watch your language please!” your teacher scolded.
“There’s no way in hell I’m being partnered with her!” he exclaimed as he pointed his fingers to you, you remained silent in your spot not believing the fact that you had actually been assigned to work with him.
“And may I ask why?” she asked, eyeing you as you shifted uncomfortably in your spot.
“I just don’t want to be with her,” he said, menace laced in his tone. “I don’t think we’d work very well together.”
“Y/n is an excellent student, and so are you Jungkook. I’m expecting the best presentation out of the two of you. You two are, if not the smartest already, one of the smartest students in this class. I think you two would work very well together. I don’t see what the problem is?” she said, completely oblivious to the rivalry between the two of you.
“Miss, I just, I don’t know, how comfortable we’d be working with each other,” you spoke finally.
“I bet half the class wasn’t comfortable working with their partner, but it’s about changes, guys. Just try to work on it together, I see so much potential in this assignment for the both of you.”
Jungkook huffed, muttering a string of curse words as you eyed him grabbing the package off the table walking right out the classroom as you looked at your teacher. “Okay, we’ll try.”
That whole class left you in a daze as your head hung low, deeply absorbed into your thoughts. You didn’t know exactly how to feel, you had been tormented by this boy for two solid years, and here you were partnered with him for a project.
You genuinely considered just failing the entire thing and making up the grade with sleepless nights of studying for tests and handing in all your homework and even doing extra work just to get the complete mark.
But the rational side of you told you that Jungkook was not worth failing a project over. You cursed that side of you for being right, as much as you wanted to deny it.
Your phone vibrated in your pocket as you pulled it out, reading the the message displayed on your screen.
Jimin; message sent.
You sighed, your fingers tapping rapidly on your phone as you typed back.
You; message delivered.
i don’t know tbh?
You eyed your phone as you watched the bubbles pop up, then disappear, then pop up once again, waiting patiently for his reply.
Jimin; message sent.
you have really bad luck, huh?
i mean, what were the chances you would actually be partnered with Jungkook
You; message delivered.
ikr. idek, it’s whatever i guess. i’ll figure it out.
can you do me a favour tho?
You bit your lip, awaiting his response.
Jimin; message sent.
You; message delivered.
give jungkook my number and tell him to text me. only for the project, i need to figure this shit out and i kinda need him to help
Jimin; message sent.
alright, no problem.
You sent one final text thanking him as you breathed out a nervous sigh, massaging your forehead feeling the throbbing of your head increase.
For the rest of the day you tried to ignore the heavy feeling in your chest, not being able to focus on anything else but the fact that you would have to spend the next two weeks working on a project that amounted to nearly half your grade with Jungkook.
You walked into your last period class, waving a small hello to your teacher as you took your seat awaiting patiently for him to start the lecture. You had gone to class a few minutes earlier than you anticipated, as you toyed with your phone in your hands. You felt the familiar vibration as you observed the name displayed, however an unknown number popped up.
Unknown; message sent.
Jimin told me to text you about the stupid fucking project.
Your heart raced as you contemplated what to say to him, not knowing to make small talk and take the nicer, more friendly approach, or respond in a more stern, affirmative approach.
You; message delivered.
we can work on it at my house after school.
Jungkook; message sent.
why the fuck would I want wanna work at your house for?
You rolled your eyes at his remark.
You; message delivered.
this project is worth 30% of our grade, and i’m not trying to fail
i know you fucking hate my guts but can you spare me the attitude please, can you just try to get along with me for the next two weeks so we can get a good mark?
You saw him begin to type a message but instantly deleting it as you brought your fingers to tap away once again as you let out a frustrated sigh.
You; message delivered.
you can go back to making my life a living hell when this is over, but can you try and tolerate me for two weeks?
Jungkook; message sent.
meet me at my locker after school
You put your phone away, tucking it in your pocket as you slumped in your seat. Your teacher began speaking as you tried to distract your thoughts by copying the notes displayed on the board.
Class seemed to go by quicker than usual to your dismay. You wished for this last class to drag on forever in order to avoid Jungkook. However, everything seemed to be against you that day as the last bell indicated the students were free to leave.
You dragged yourself out of your seat and out the door as you made your way to his locker, your body shaking slightly from the nerves erupting in your system, feeling your anxiety progress.
You spotted the boy, throwing books into his locker before slamming it shut as you walked over to him. “Uh, um, are you ready to go?” you asked, not daring to stare into his eyes.
“Yeah give me a sec,” he breathed out as you nodded, waiting patiently for him. “How do you get home?” he asked.
“I drive, usually,” you answered. “What about you?”
“Drive but I got a ride with Taehyung today so,” he answered. “Guess we’re going in your car.”
“O-okay,” you said, as you began walking towards the exit. You felt your hands grow clammy as you spared quick glances at Jungkook as he stood beside you, following you to your car.
You both got in as you sighed quietly, wiping the sweat forming on your hands before gripping the steering wheel. The two of you remained silent the whole ride, but you could feel his intense gaze on you as you kept your eyes averted to the road ahead of you, trying to ignore the urge to speak up.
You got to your house, turning off the engine as you unbuckled your seatbelt, Jungkook following your actions. You grabbed your bag as you trudged up your front porch, fishing for your keys. Jungkook stood behind you, still remaining silent as you opened the door instantly greeted by your mother.
“Y/n! I was just about to head out for the rest of the day, I have a lot of errands to run—” she began but stopped as soon as she saw Jungkook beside you. “Oh, hello. I’m y/n’s mom, nice to meet you.” she smiled warmly, extending her hand out for him to shake.
“It’s nice to meet you too, miss y/l/n,” he responded kindly as you held back the sudden urge to roll your eyes. “I’m Jungkook.”
“Well I wish we could talk more but I have many things to get done, but you two kids behave yourselves. There’s food in the fridge, but if you want to go order something there’s fifty dollars on the table, um make sure you get all your homework done y/n, if you need me just call or anything,” your mom rambled as she paced around grabbing her jacket and keys. “Oh, and feel free to make yourself at home, Jungkook. I’m sure I’ll see you around sometime.” Your mom kissed your cheek as she waved goodbye, leaving the two of you in silence.
“Uh, your mom’s nice..” Jungkook spoke awkwardly as you nodded.
“Yeah, she is,” you said walking away from the boy for a brief second. “You can just leave your stuff in there, I’ll go grab some snacks and drinks.” you said as pointed towards your living room.
You pushed past Jungkook, composing yourself as you laid out a variety of snacks, grabbing a bottle of water and some soda cans as you forced yourself to walk back into your living room and ignore the tension that was so thick it was almost unbearable.
“So,” you began. “Um, what do you want to start with?”
He shrugged as he opened the soda can, taking a sip as he ignored your question. “I don’t know. This whole thing is absolute bullshit.”
“I know, but it is what it is.” you sighed. “This project is worth so much of our grade for us to let your problems with me get in the way. I want to put away our issues for just a second to get this done because you and I both can’t afford to fail this course, Jungkook.”
“I just don’t understand why the fuck I had to be partnered with you.” he spat bitterly, arms crossing firmly over his chest.
“And I don’t understand why the fuck you hate me so much!” you retaliated.
“There are a lot of reasons, y/n”
“You know what, I’ve done nothing but be nice to you throughout the last few years while you fucking continuously ruined my life. I haven’t done or said anything back to you, and you’ve put me through so much shit for two years! And you can’t even spare me two fucking weeks just so we can finish this stupid project and be out of each other’s lives?!”
He stared at you, surprised at your sudden outburst as his lips remained sealed tightly, eyebrows furrowing as if trying to think of what he wanted to say to that.
“Jesus Christ, relax will you?” he uttered, running a hand through his hair. “Fine, I’ll spare you the next two weeks just stop acting like such a fucking spazz.”
Your eyes widened at his statement as you breathed out heavily. “For fucks sake Jungkook, can’t you be nice for one fucking second?” you held your hands over your head.
“I can be, just not to you. You piss me the fuck off, it’s not in my nature to be nice to a girl like you,” he retorted.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I hate everything about you, I can’t fucking stand you. That’s why I can’t fucking tolerate being in the same room as you, but I have to for this stupid assignment!” he seethed. “I’d rather stick a fucking knife through my eyeball than be with you for another second!”
Your heart felt like it plummeted to your stomach, your face dropping instantly at his words. Sure, Jungkook had said much worse things to you in your time knowing each other, but this felt like such a stab to the chest as you looked down.
“Fine,” you spoke. “You can’t stand to be around me for another second, go home figure out what the fuck you want to do for this, then let me know. We won’t have to work together, we’ll split the work and then we just do our final presentation together and that’ll be it. If you’d rather fucking kill yourself instead of being with me for a few hours then fucking go.”
You got up from your spot on the couch, entering the kitchen as you felt the tears rush to your eyes. You held back your urges to sob as you breathed out deeply, trying to calm your nerves.
You couldn’t be surprised at the words he spoke, you knew how much the boy hated you for his own fucked up reasons. But it pained you to ever think you could be hated so much that he couldn’t even withstand a few hours in your presence.
Too absorbed into your own thoughts you didn’t hear him enter the kitchen as he stared at your teary-eyed figure in front of him. “Y/n,” he spoke silently as you whipped your heads towards him, wiping away the tears that ran freely down your face.
“I thought I told you to leave,” you hissed.
“I’m sorry.” he said quietly as you looked at him with a glare.
“Yeah, sure you are.” you huffed, turning away from him.
“I am, I was being an asshole. I know we don’t get along, but I shouldn’t of said those things. I’m trying to process this whole thing, I’m not used to being nice to you.” he reasoned, walking up to you. “I promise starting now I’ll try and be civil. Just till we finish this project.”
For the first time ever, Jeon Jungkook had apologized to you. You stood there in disbelief, as you nodded your head not being able to utter a word. This was the first time you’d ever seen anything sincere and apologetic come out of Jungkook’s mouth, but you didn’t retaliate or question him.
For the next three hours you two had managed to come to a formal agreement being civil as you began preparing for the next steps, deciding the topic of your project and all the requirements and materials needed.
At times Jungkook would have something snarky to say, always having a snide comment to retaliate with, however he was tolerable for the most part which was somewhat, refreshing to you.
You had grown so used to his never-ending torture towards you that it was a comforting feeling to see another side of him you never thought you would.
For the next week you guys had spent most of your time together. As weird of a concept as it was, you guys had actually started to form a decent friendship, his torments gradually decreasing each day that passed.
On the twelfth day of your work-in-progress assignment, Jungkook came over again, as you two sat on your bed, continuing to finish up bits of your presentation.
“You don’t still hate me do you?” you blurted out suddenly, watching him type away at his computer. He turned towards you with a questioning look as he shook his head.
“Nah,” he clarified. “I still don’t like you, but I don’t hate you anymore.”
You frowned instantly at his comment as he spoke up again. “Y/n, it’s a joke. I like you.”
Your heart skipped a beat, ignoring the blush rising to your cheeks as he laughed at you. “You’re still annoying as fuck sometimes, but I kinda consider you a friend. Somewhat.”
“I’ll take it,” you shrugged as you gathered your materials, laying them out in front of you.
“Do you still hate me?” he inquired as you raised an eyebrow at him.
“I never hated you,” you exclaimed. “You’re the one who was always such a douchebag to me.”
“Don’t start that, y/n.” he sighed.
“Start what? I’m just telling you the truth,” you replied.
“I said I was sorry.”
“Yeah but your sorry doesn’t take away countless times you purposely tried to fuck me over,” you spat suddenly. Jungkook’s face dropped at your remark as your face softened. “I-i didn’t mean that, Jungkook.”
“No, no it’s fine.” he shook his head. “You’re right.”
Tension filled the room as you stood still in your spot, not wanting to move or speak afraid of getting Jungkook riled up. Truthfully, your comment came out of nowhere. All Jungkook asked was a simple question regarding your feelings towards him but resulted in you lashing out at him.
However, Jungkook felt an extreme amount of guilt recalling all the moments throughout the years where he made you a victim of his torment. He didn’t know you back then the way he knew you now. Did he regret it? Immensely. Did he wish to take it back? He’d do in a heartbeat. But could he? No, he couldn’t. All that was left for him to do was apologize and try his best to make it up to you, but he knew there were years left to repair the damage that had been done.
He saw you in a completely different light, getting to know you instantly changed his views on you and his desires to make your life unbearable. He didn’t deny that he hated you and your entire presence, he did. But he didn’t anymore, and he wanted nothing more than to take it back and start fresh.
His feelings for you didn’t change overnight, but it did change. He knew that much.
“Jungkook,” you finally spoke, your arm touching his shoulder as a slight shock came to Jungkook’s senses.
He didn’t show his reaction however, but your touch felt warm and comforting making an unexplainable feeling constrict in his chest. He brushed it off, still not daring to look at you.
“Please look at me,” you said sadly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said—”
And then it happened.
His lips were suddenly on yours as you felt all the air from your lungs escape as your eyes widened. It took the both of you by surprise, but for some reason, it didn’t feel the least bit wrong.
Your eyes shut as Jungkook gripped onto your waist tightly, pulling you in as his tongue grazed your bottom lip. You parted your lips slightly allowing Jungkook to access every inch of your mouth, your heart clenching in a way that you couldn’t describe into proper words.
You felt his fingers explore every curve and inch of your body as he played with the opening of your shorts. Without thinking you allowed him to unbutton the denim material, dragging them down your legs leaving you exposed to him in just your underwear.
You pulled away slightly, instantly feeling self conscious as Jungkook pressed himself closer to you, his lips capturing yours once again. “Relax, okay?” he spoke lowly, your head still spinning as you nodded in response.
What the actual fuck is happening? you thought to yourself, your brain not fully processing the events taking place.
His fingers were brought to your core as you gasped at the feeling, as he began rubbing your clothed centre. Your lips detached from his as your mouth opened slightly as you suppressed the urge to groan, your eyes shutting from the small amount of pleasure he was giving you.
You tried to make sense of what was going on between the two of you. This being the last thing you’d ever expect to happen to you both.
His fingers pushed your panties aside, shuddering at his touch as you felt him slip a finger inside you, letting out a small groan as you bit your lip to hold back any sound from escaping your lips. “Don’t be shy, y/n. Let me hear you.”
You obliged as you let out a string of quiet moans, feeling him pump another finger into you. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” he breathed, his lips instantly attaching to your neck as he peppered light kisses on the skin.
“Go faster, p-please.” you asked as Jungkook smirked at you, his fingers speeding up as you let out another moan.
Jungkook studied your features, his heart constricting at the sight. He didn’t know if he was too consumed by the amount of lust and desire he had at this very moment that caused him to look at you differently, or if he genuinely was starting to feel something for you, but he couldn’t deny how gorgeous you looked under him.
This was the first time he had ever truly noticed your features, but he couldn’t deny how attractive you were to him. He was so distracted by his constant torments towards you to ever notice how you really looked, and how much he adored every little part of you that he was seeing right then and there.
You felt his erection press against your thigh as you instinctively brought your hand to grope the hardened member. A groan escaped his mouth as you started unzipping his jeans that constricted against him. You looked at him for permission as he nodded, allowing you to pull down his pants and underwear before beginning to pump him slowly.
“Fucking hell.” he breathed out, feeling yourself growing more aroused.
His fingers begin going at a rapid pace as you felt yourself come undone in front of him. “J-Jungkook, I’m gonna—”
“I know, I know. Go on.” he coaxed as you felt your orgasm approaching. You didn’t hold back as your vision blurred the feeling of your muscles clenching around his fingers. You took your hands off his member as you dug your nails into his shoulder, burying your head in the crook of his neck.
“Was that okay?” he asked once you recovered from your climax as you nodded breathlessly.
“Do you want to keep going?” he asked, as you eyed his still hard erection, nodding your head as lust once again filled his eyes.
He nodded, pumping himself a few times before pushing himself inside you as you bit your lip from the feeling of him stretching you out. He paused for a second allowing you to adjust to his large size awaiting for you to signal him to continue.
“Okay, you can move.”
That was enough for him to start thrusting into you, gripping onto your hips as heavy pants filled the room, your mouth eliciting moan after moan. “Holy shit, you’re so tight.”
“Jungkook, s-stop talking, you’re embarrassing me.” you breathed out, as he let out a small laugh.
“You don’t want me to tell you how good you’re making me feel, right now?” he whispered in your ear, his voice raspy as you felt your heart thumping against your ribcage. “You don’t want to know how crazy you’re making me feel. You’re so fucking hot, I love seeing how much of a mess you are underneath me. Fuck, you’re so fucking wet and tight around me. Just think of how you were the person who I hated the most, now you’re the person giving me the best sex I ever fucking had.”
You groaned at his words, your arousal never seeming to diminish as he continued to speak. “Fuck, what is going on right now?” you huffed as he continued to pound into you, his tip brushing your sensitive spot as he sucked on the skin above your collarbone.
“I-I don’t know, but I don’t want it to end.” he admitted.
“Neither do I.”
He continued to thrust into you relentlessly, coaxing the both of you to your orgasms as you felt the familiar feeling coiling in the pit of your stomach. “Jungkook, I’m close.”
“Me too,” he groaned, pounding harder and faster into you.
“Don’t stop, please,” you begged as he continued his assault.
Before you knew it, your second orgasm hit you like a wave as you rode out your high, clenching around his member as Jungkook followed suit, his own climax taking over his body. He collapsed next to you as you both breathed out heavy sighs as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his chest.
“I’m sorry for everything I did to you, y/n.” he murmured against your limp body. “I want to make things better.”
This was the day you realized,
You fell in love with Jeon Jungkook.
You woke up to the sounds of your blaring alarm as you dragged yourself out of bed. The events of last night invading your brain as you looked at the marks he left on your neck.
Did that actually happen? you asked in utter disbelief.
Your heart fluttered at the thought of seeing Jungkook at school, yet you grew nervous thinking of the things you wanted to say to him. How were you going to approach him casually when the two of you had just shared the most intimate moment you could’ve with one another.
Were you even going to discuss what happened? Were you going to confess your feelings to him? Did he even feel the same?
A million thoughts clouded your brain as you tried to focus on everything but the fact that you two had sex just a few hours prior.
You drove to school, feeling as though you were in a complete daze as you made your way towards biology class, your heart hammering against your chest.
You spotted Jimin first, as his eyes widened at you, patting the seat next to him. “What the fuck happened between you and Jungkook last night?!” he asked suddenly.
“What?” you asked in surprise. “What do you mean?”
“Jungkook has been acting all weird and shit, he’s been getting so flustered talking about you. I know you guys are friends now, but he doesn’t usually like this when you’re brought up in a conversation. So let me ask you again. What. The. Fuck. Happened. Last. Night?” Jimin interrogated as your face reddened.
“We um, well you see, we, well he was over last night, w-working on our project, and then—” you stuttered trying to compose a decent explanation to your friend that you literally slept with the boy who spent years bullying you.
“Words, y/n. Use your words.” he grew antsy, awaiting for you to explain what happened.
“MeandJungkookmightofhadsexlastnight.” you spoke fast, barely forming a coherent sentence.
“I’m sorry, you and Jungkook what?!” he asked in shock.
“I already told you, please don’t make me say it again.” you begged as Jimin shook his head.
“I barely understood you, you were talking too fucking fast. Tell me again.” Jimin demanded as he eyed you incredulously.
“We had sex,” you murmured, avoiding his intense gaze.
“Woah, woah, wait. You’re telling me you fucked the guy who has made your life a complete living hell for the last two years?”
“I mean, y-yeah.”
“I cannot believe this,” he whispered to himself, as you watched the blonde boy try to process your confession.
Your conversation was cut short as your eyes landed on Jungkook as he entered the classroom, instantly making eye contact with you. You felt your lungs tighten as you brought up the courage to walk over to him.
“H-hi.” you spoke as Jungkook nodded at you.
“Yeah, hi.” he replied rather coldly, catching you off guard.
“Are you okay?” you asked.
“I’m fine. You should go back to your seat, class is gonna start any minute now.” he waved you off.
“Oh, um, yeah, okay.” you answered. “Can we talk later though?”
“I’m busy later.”
“But you were supposed to come over to work on the project—”
“Well I’m fucking busy alright!” he snapped at you, your eyes widened as you swallowed the lump in your throat.
“Okay,” you were confused by his distant and cold attitude towards you as you felt a heavy feeling on your chest. “I’m sorry.”
“Whatever,” he muttered as you walked back to your table.
“What happened?” Jimin asked as you ignored the aching feeling in your chest.
“He doesn’t want to talk to me.” you answered quietly.
“What? Why not?” he questioned as you shrugged.
“I’m not sure,” you replied truthfully. You really didn’t know why Jungkook was acting this way towards you, and you prayed that it wasn’t because of you. “Maybe he’s just in one of those moods.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Jimin nodded in agreement. “Don’t sweat it, y/n. He’ll probably talk to you later.”
Lunchtime approached faster than you expected as you made your way towards your usual table, your friends greeting you welcomingly asking you how your day has been, with a few questions regarding your newly blossoming friendship with Jungkook.
You ignored their questions about the boy, not wanting to disclose any information about the events that took place last night in your bed as you ate silently, occasionally interjecting with a comment.
You felt your phone buzz as you pulled it out of your pocket, reading the message displayed on the screen.
Jungkook; message sent.
what the fuck did you tell Jimin?!
You; message delivered.
Jungkook; message sent.
don’t play stupid with me y/n
did you tell Jimin we slept together last night
You sighed nervously, your fingers tapping away to answer his question.
You; message delivered.
i did ya
he asked me about it
i didn’t know you didn’t want me telling him
You watched him type his reply, awaiting the backlash you knew you would receive.
Jungkook; message sent.
meet me outside by the parking lot
we need to talk.
You rushed to grab your things, ignoring your friends questions as you got up from your seat, exiting the cafeteria in a hurry.
You walked outside, the cold december air causing a shiver to rush through your body. You nervously walked over to Jungkook, seeing his jaw clench at the sight of you as you braced yourself for the shit he would say to you.
“Why the fuck did you tell Jimin we had sex?!” he snapped as you flinched at his increasingly loud tone.
“He asked me?” you exclaimed. “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, he’s both of our friends..”
“Let me tell you why the fuck it’s a big deal,” he hissed, gripping your arm tightly. “Sleeping with you was the biggest fucking mistake of my life. I don’t need anybody knowing what we did. I wasn’t in the right mindset when I fucked you. I told you I was gonna tolerate you for two weeks, and only two weeks. Since our project is already finished, there’s no reason for me to keep faking a friendship with you.”
You stood there in shock, trying to muster up a response, but all that left your mouth was a cry. Your heart dropped, a kind of pain that was so foreign to you, but hurt you immensely.
“I don’t want anything to do with you. So don’t try talking to me anymore. I can’t believe I even fucking slept with you. I don’t like you. No one would ever like a girl like you. I never have, and I never will.”
You nodded, ripping your arm away from his grip, struggling to form a proper response as you walked over to your car, not bothering to look back. He left you in a complete mess as you pulled away from the parking lot, driving off.
Once you were far enough away from the school, you pulled over, allowing the sobs to escape your lips as you clutched onto your chest.
You finally saw the good in Jungkook, but he proved to be a shitty human being like you assumed he was all these years. Despite the fact that you tried to see the best in him, you finally saw the real him. The boy who didn’t give a shit about you. The boy who lied to you. The boy who tormented you for so long.
Although there were many horrible things Jungkook had said and done in the few years you two have known each other, this was the most painful thing of all.
You knew it was because you fell in love with him.
And here you were, getting your heart broken by him. This was the worst form of pain you could ever receive from your tormentor, knowing that you shouldn’t of tried to befriend him.
You gave him infinite chances to prove to you that he was different than how you and every other person perceived him as. But in fact, he was exactly how he showed himself.
A complete and utter asshole.
You composed yourself enough to start driving, going all the way home and rushing to your room. You collapsed in your bed, the heartache in your chest still present.
Your phone blew up from multiple texts from your friends asking where you had run off to, and a bunch from Jimin asking what went on between the two of you, explaining that Jungkook had been extremely angry all day, lashing out at him and his friends. You sighed, turning your phone off as you forced yourself to go to sleep.
For the next few days you avoided Jungkook like the plague. You would often catch him glancing towards you, but you tried not to look at him knowing if you did, your heart would break all over again.
For your final presentation, you and Jungkook read directly off your cue cards, ignoring each other’s presence. Your teacher congratulated the both of you on an extremely successful performance, oblivious to the obvious tension between the two of you.
Once the presentation was over and done with, you avoided coming to first period, constantly asking Jimin to bring you your work and missed notes. He questioned your absence at first, but ultimately decided to leave you be and do as you asked him to, bringing all your work after school.
You had done a good job avoiding Jungkook, barely seeing him at school when you did show up. There were a few occasions where you had shared eye contact, but you immediately turned the other direction to avoid any sort of encounter with the boy.
Eventually two weeks had gone by that you had missed first period, however you managed to stay on top of all your work so it wasn’t a problem for your teacher for you to be missing so much school.
You heard a knock at your door, expecting Jimin to be standing outside with a package of your work in your hands. You trudged downstairs, as you opened the door, opening your mouth to speak. “Thanks Jim—”
You were instantly cut off by a pair of lips crashing against yours as you tumbled back. You pushed the figure off of you, eyeing the boy in front of you. “Jungkook what are you doing here?” you asked with wide eyes, as he ignored you, pressing you against the wall as his lips came in contact with your earlobe.
“I missed you so much,” he whispered, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. He pressed his body against yours as you resisted his actions, trying to push him away from you.
“Jungkook stop, you can’t do this.” you spoke.
“Don’t push me away please,” he gripped onto your wrists. “I missed you, y/n. I needed to see you.”
“Fucking hell, Jungkook,” you huffed. “You told me you wanted nothing to do with me, so what are you really doing here? Are you looking for another fuck for the night only to avoid me the next day? Cause I am the wrong girl for that, so you can just leave and—”
“I’ve been so miserable without you. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking when I said all those things to you. I never meant them.” he explained, hugging you tightly. “I know I fucked up, but please don’t push me away. I deserve it but I can’t keep going without you. I need you.”
“You can’t tell me you didn’t mean what you said, you can’t fucking break my heart and come back to me only for you to realize this was a mistake again and leave!” you shouted. “It doesn’t fucking work that way Jungkook.”
“I love you.” he confessed.
“No, I love you. I love you so much, and I was scared. That’s not an excuse, but I love you.”
“If that were true why were you the one who pushed me away?” you asked, your voice breaking.
“Because I hated you for so long. And then we had sex and it made me realize all these new feelings I was having for you. I told you it was a mistake because I didn’t want to accept that I was falling love with you. You were the girl I was supposed to hate for the rest of my life. But these last few weeks have been hell, not being able to see you. And I know it took me a long time to tell you how I really felt about you, and I don’t even deserve to be here right now and have you hear me out. But I’m in love with you, and I want to be with you.”
His confession made your heart clench, as he looked at you with apologetic eyes as he caressed your jaw slowly, his face a few mere inches away. “You don’t give people second chances so why should I?” you asked.
“Because I know you feel the same way about me.” he returned. “And I know how much I hurt you, but please give this a try. I promise to make up all the times I hurt you, if you just let me.”
You looked at him, as you nodded slowly. “Okay, w-we can try if you really want to.”
Jungkook let out a sigh of relief as his lips instantly connected with yours once again. “I love you, I love you so much.”
“I-i love you too.” you murmured against his lips.
“I fell in love with a girl like you for a reason. You’re everything I wanted, and even if it took me years to realize this, starting now I promise to treat you the way you deserve, and I’ll make up for all the shit I put you through.”
And Jeon Jungkook lived up to his word, for from that day on he vowed to do nothing else but love you with his whole heart. Despite the fact that he put you through absolute hell and back, you were lucky you were raised to see the best in people. If you hadn’t, you wouldn’t of realized how amazing of a person Jungkook ended up becoming, and the way he changed himself for the better. From that day on and the next years to come, he proved himself worthy to be with you, showing you how much he truly loved a girl like you.
Jungkook was ready. Thirty minutes had already passed since you had hung up and his house was as neat as it could be. The bed sheets were neatly plastered on the bed with minimal creases. The glass door facing the city was spotless and glistening with the orbs of lights emitting from the skyscrapers. The wine was ready in cabinet but he daren’t take it out yet. He didn’t want to seem too at ease with the situation, which he really wasn’t, but if it came to that, he was ready to please you with some of your favorite wine. Double-checking everything for the 20th time, he nervously looked at the clock. 9:30 pm. You should be here anytime.
As if it was a rehearsed play, his doorbell came to life. His heart almost leapt right out of his chest but he steadied himself speed walked to his front door, opening it with more haste than he intended, to find you standing in a black dress and a thin overcoat clearly not meant for the kind of chilly winds gracing the city from past few nights. You were paler than he remembered and slightly thinner. You were frowning, and your lips were in pursed in a tight line.
You cleared your throat, clearly unnerved by his shameless ogling.
But he couldn’t help himself, you looked as beautiful as the first day he had seen you. Just as ethereal.
“May I come in?” You finally spoke up.
The formality in your words cut through his heart like a knife. He swallowed and forced a smile on his face.
“Of course you can.” He moved back, giving you space to enter and you did. You avoided his eyes and walked right past him into his living room. Jungkook tried not to show the hurt on his face when you didn’t even glance at his bedroom. He wasn’t sure if he was successful.
He followed you into the living room and took a seat on the modest sofa chair beside you. This was making him nervous. You were making him nervous. He stuttered when he spoke next. “W-would you like some wine? I have your favorite-“
Was it possible to hear one’s name and go into cardiac arrest? Jungkook wondered as he struggled hard to keep the smile on his face. He certainly hoped not.
“I forgive you.”
His eyes grew wide. You forgive him? This was too different from what he had expected, too different from how things had played out in his mind.
“…but?” He prompted you.
“But…I cannot be with you.” You finished.
You saw the hope dissipate from his face and desperation set in. Forgetting the awkward tension between the two of you, in a second Jungkook engulfed your hands in his own.
“___, One chance. That’s it. That’s all I’m asking for. Never again will I do something so stupid. Please…just give me one chance.” He cracked.
You felt your eyes starting to water at his words. It was tough for you too, to finally accept your own words, to think beyond only the good memories and stand face to face with the unbiased reality of your relationship with Jungkook.
“Listen to me carefully Jungkook.” You freed your hands from his grip and held his face in your hands with tearful eyes. Whatever the outcome, you had to stand your ground. You had accepted the reality and you wanted to show it to Jungkook. You carefully ran your eyes over his face. His chocolate brown eyes fixed on your every word brimming with tears that his stubborn ass won’t allow to drop down, his messy and yet perfect hair that you’re always curious about because goddamn his hair was so soft, his quivering lips that you knew tasted like heaven. You swallowed the lump building in your throat and closed your eyes for a long second. You sigh when you opened them next.
“This is tough for me too. You…you mean a lot more to me than just a lover. You’re my friend. And-“ You released a frustrated sigh and continued. “And I love you in so many ways. But I can’t be with you without hurting myself.” Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but shook your head, pleading him to let you finish. “It’s the trust that’s missing Jungkook. It’s not just you. Maybe it’s the both of us, maybe you could have believed me and maybe I could have tried harder. There’s so many things that could have happened but things proceeded the way they did and” A tear left escaped and then two. You ran your hand over his hair and he leaned into your touch. “And maybe it was for the better.” A strangled cry left Jungkook’s mouth and your heart broke at the sound but you continued, pulling him closer until his head was on your chest and your arms around him tight.
“Shh, it’s okay. This needs to be done.” You said softly because if you attempted to make your voice any stronger you knew you would cry. “ Maybe we need to know each other a lot more than we believe we do. We need to meet as new people again….as strangers.”
Jungkook removed his face from your chest but he didn’t look up. He was holding your hands around his neck and looking down at his lap. His shaky breaths told you that he was crying still. It felt like an eternity before he spoke next.
“How will I ever forgive myself for this ___? For hurting you? For breaking us apart?”
You found your voice again and with a sad smile of your own you said-
“Because I have already chosen to forgive you.”
Your heels clicked nastily on the scratchy surface as you struggled to drag your suitcases across the road. A rash driver barely missed you by an inch. You swore under your breath when you twisted your foot and took a silent pledge to lead a protest against the terrible airport drivers who clearly paid no mind to the lives of the people crossing the road. Taking a deep breath, you collected yourself but just when you were about to move forward, a hand swiftly crossed your inattentive form and took your bag from you. To say you were freaked would be an understatement. In fact, you were pretty sure your scream had reached the spaceships on Mars.
“Yoongi! What the hell?” You said through grinded teeth while your hand moved to soothe your erratically beating heart.
Yoongi flashed his gummy smile and shrugged. “You looked like you were struggling, so I helped.”
“By scaring me half to death?” You hissed.
“You should’ve seen your face.” He snickered and you rolled your eyes, speed walking towards the café settled on your right when you entered through the crystal doors of the airport. Yoongi caught up and took your suitcase from you. You gave him a thankful salute as you entered the café.
“So,” You began, taking a seat across Yoongi on one of the corner tables. “I reckon there must be something incredibly important for you to have insisted on meeting me before my flight?”
“Of course.” Yoongi said, his face getting serious.
“Great. This better be good. I’m sitting here 3 hours before my departure time.”
“Of course it is.” Yoongi replied sipping on water.
“Hmm, so tell me. What is it?”
Yoongi leaned forward, more serious than you had ever seen him. His hand snaked across the table towards your hand and settled above it. A look of passion covered his eyes. You were silent, waiting for him to begin. This must be a lot more serious than you expected.
For a second, your mind went blank. Then confusion spread.
“What?” you said skeptically.
“What’s up? How’ve you been?” An innocent smile covered the devil’s face.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” You said unamusedly.
“No? Can a friend not even ask how you’ve been? Geez.” He smirked, clearly unaffected by your annoyed gaze.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “My dearest FRIEND Min Yoongi, I happen to have a flight in…oh THREE HOURS, and I’m sitting here at 8 in the morning and all you want to ask me is ‘what’s up’ ?!”
“No. I’m here to say Goodbye.”
Your anger dissipated at the sudden change in his tone and this time you knew he wasn’t kidding. You faintly smiled as you called on the waiter to order your tea and Yoongi’s coffee.
“I’ll be back soon.” You pointed out, turning to Yoongi after giving your order.
“Yeah, a year qualifies as soon now does it?” He grumbled.
You smiled at his pout. Sometimes, your friend could really be a darling.
“It is. My colleagues are being posted out for 3 years you know. I’m getting out pretty early compared to that.” You sipped on your tea.
“Yeah, I know.” He sighed. “It’s okay, you deserve a break from…this place.”
A dull pain formed in your chest and your eyes grew slightly melancholic. “How is he?” You asked quietly.
“Well, you know, he’s faring. He’s laughing again. He speaks of you often.”
“Does he now?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Yep. He totally does.”
You smiled and sipped on your tea. It had been a month since you had parted ways officially. It was like your first break up all over again. The pain, the tears, the sorrow. The weight your break up being final this time was weighing you down. Only this time, you weren’t helpless. This time you weren’t craving closure. This time you weren’t regretting your choice. This time you weren’t waiting on anyone’s words. Yes, it was painful. But it was bearable.
“So you never told me what happened that day when you showed up at his house.” Yoongi pulled you back from your thoughts. You took another sip from your tea of green and a mixed emotion settled across your features. What had really happened huh…
“Because I have already chosen to forgive you.”
Silence stretched after you made your revelation, and all you and Jungkook could do was look into each other’s eyes. Then slowly, a smile began to form on Jungkook’s face and a twinkle appeared in his eyes.
“Thank you ____.” He said softly.
You returned his smile and gave him a nod.
“I know…” He began, pulling away from you and leaning back in his position. “I know this wasn’t easy decision to make for you too. I know I did some horrible, horrible things. But, maybe you are right. Maybe we need to meet again as strangers. Maybe one day…” His voice cracked and you felt the lump rise in your throat.
“Maybe one day, we can find each other again. Maybe one day, we’ll bump into each other at a party again. Maybe one day…I will run after you again.”
Your eyes couldn’t hold back the tears and they fell freely. This finality of the entire situation was a little scary but in one part of your chest, a load weighing you down started to diminish. And this time you smiled through your tears when you answered.
“Maybe we will.”
“Hello? ____? You okay?” You were drawn back from your thoughts with Yoongi’s deep voice once again. You blinked twice and focused on his puzzled expression.
“Uh,” You found your voice again. “Yeah…Yeah I’m good.”
Yoongi gave you a weird look and began speaking again.
“So…hey…I uh wanted to say that it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me and all that but you know um…apart from that, when you, uh, come back…that is…when you come back…you and me…can we uh…shit.” You watched with eyes wide as Yoongi fiddled with his hands and tried to complete his sentence. Wait, was he sweating? Is Min badboy Yoongi nervous?
“Hey, Yoongi, are you okay?” You asked him, your voice full of concern.
Yoongi sighed and then took a deep breath. He looked up.
“Okay, I’m gonna say this quick so listen carefully. When you come back for a break this winter, can you and I go somewhere….like to an amusement park or something? I mean, wherever you want to go of course. I’m not forcing you and I know what-“
You laughter stopped him in midst of his wreck of a sentence.
“Hold on, I gotta record this. Min Yoongi asking me on a date.”
Yoongi blushed so hard, you were sure he could be considered a close relative of tomatoes at that second.
“You-..I-..No! Not a date! I-I just want to be better friends with you and know you better.”
“At an amusement park?” You teased him.
“I said wherever you want to go!” He blushed again.
You smiled mischievously and gave your hand across the table for him to take. He suspiciously took your hand and shook it.
“Sure, let’s hang around. I want to know you better too. You are the closest friend I have right now, believe it or not…” You smiled fondly. You knew Yoongi and you knew that this was an effort on his part. He considered you a friend and with Yoongi, your friendship had blossomed under odd circumstances, which meant that you did consider each other close but didn’t really know each other that well and this was Yoongi’s effort to know you better. Only, you knew he didn’t do this often and how awkward he must feeling, so of course…you had to tease him.
“But right now I’m really hungry, so treat me to some good pancakes. My wallet’s packed and locked inside. If you do this, I will let you take me out on a date, Mr. BadBoy.” You winked.
Yoongi rolled his eyes. “In your dreams, you pumpkin.”
Voices faded in the background as you and Yoongi bickered back and forth, and your mind wandered to the events of last two months. So much had happened. You had lost the love of your life, you had lost your best friend, you lost your backing but you also gained. You gained friends like Yoongi. You gained an understanding of your relationship and where you went wrong. You learnt to forgive. You learnt to let go. If someone asked you now whether you would choose not to take Jungkook up on that offer the time he ran after you, if you could, you would say no. You would do it all over again. You would take yourself back to the night you met Jungkook and do it all over again. Because maybe some day, you will meet again as strangers.
Maybe someday, he will chase after you again and you will spend the night drowned in beers and laughter.
a/n: I feel like I just married off my daughter. This marks the end of It Ain’t me. Thank for all your love!
(Authors note: I haven’t written in aggggeeeesssss so I hope you all enjoy this piece since it’s my first one here! Also I started this at 1am and not it’s 3:30 so…. ignore the typos if there’s any and I hope you enjoy! Also I wanna thank @bribe-the-door for inspiring me to write this certain little blurb, I hope I made you proud Han! :*)
Just a short piece about early mornings, needy Harry, and a sleepy Y/N
8AM is Harry’s favorite time of day.
Not only does the view from where he lied on the bed give him a perfect view of the sun peaking through the clouds, the contentness of birds lightly chirping outside the bedroom window. Everything was almost perfect. The only thing missing from his peaceful morning, was Y/N peppering his face in kisses as she awoke from her slumber.
But there she lied, completely knocked out from the late night study session she had last night. Finals were quick approaching before the holidays, Y/N was making sure she was ahead of the game so she could spend as much time with both Harry’s family and her own.
Harry’s eyes were still bleary from sleep as he knuckles at his eyes to clear his visioning up a bit. Y/N had moved away from him in the midst of their asjustments through the night, so now she lies on her side with her back facing him. Harry lies on his own back, turning his head to lazily trail his eyes up and down her figure. The duvet having been kicked off her body during the night despite the freezing temperatures outside, begging them to cuddle the warmth into their bones.
He knows he should be coaxing her awake with a light nudge kisses against her shoulders and neck, knowing she wasn’t a morning person, this was his most successful tactic in getting his girl out of bed.
But, he couldn’t help but start to get his mind wondering as his eyes started to trail down her body.
The hem of his yellow sweater she stole from him before crawling into his arms last night, scrunched up over hips to showcase the sliver of skin between the waistband of her sleep pajamas and the hem. Harry’s teeth subconsciously dug into his bottom lip, scooting over to lean his head over her sleeping frame, dropping his lips down into the warm skin where her neck met her shoulder. His hand slowly sliding over the bare skin of her stomach to tug her closer into his chest. He buries his face fully against her neck now, enveloping her warmth before she started to get grouchy.
“Harry it’s too early” Y/N mumbled sleepily as she felt Harry’s fingertips starting to tickle at her skin.
Harry hums lowly as he lifted his head to look down at the sleepy girl starting to gain a prominent pout against her lips. “Petal ‘s not tha’ early…. just gimme some lovin..’ Y/N smiled more to herself as she felt his chapped lips slowly pressing kisses down her cheek. Her giggles slowly started to fill up the peaceful atmosphere letting his left dimple make an appearance and his kisses becoming even more eager. Her arms coming up to hold his jaw moving her face when he got close to her mouth laughing out.
“Harry no! I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet!” She whined as she felt his lips press against the corner of her mouth. “Jus’ one kiss baby… ‘be been waitin’ fo’ you to wake up..” Harry pouts, nudging her onto her back. Just one little good morning kiss. Then they would be off to doing whatever they want on this rare day off. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, looking up at him with puffy eyes before tilting her chin up and puckering her lips. His signature smirk stretched over his mouth before Harry’s ringless hand cupped her jaw slotting their lips together in a sweet kiss.
Well, it was supposed to be sweet.
Y/N hands slid down his chest, feeling herself get even warmer than before. Harry nearly dettached their lips before her hand slipped up to hold his jaw. His eyebrows rose, taken back at the sudden eagerness she was displaying for him. Both their tongues meeting once Harry lowered himself down to press their chests together. Y/N invited the weight, sliding her arms fully around his neck and hugging his head. He pulled his head back, blinking a few times.
“Wha’ was that.” He breathes out licking over his lips.
“Maybe a bit more than one kiss…?” Y/N smiles sheepishly biting her lip as she glanced down at his.
Harry watched her quietly for a minute, recognizing that look in her eyes. Despite it being so early in the morning, she would have been squirming away from his needy hands to catch up on more sleep. Now her eyes are asking him for something more. Anything.
He pressed his lips lightly against hers one more time, feeling her tongue sneak out to brush his upper lip as he pulled back. Harry moved down her body, settling down on his stomach between her legs. Y/N looked down feeling her heart pound against her rib cage. Harry looked up at her, keeping his emerald eyes locked on hers as he leaned down to press an open mouthed kiss over over her stomach. She instinctively moved her hand to slip in his hair patting her lips slightly. Harry kept his eyes on Y/N the whole time he trailed his hot mouth down the middle of her tummy, finally reaching the place where he’s been wanting since he woke up. His fingertips hooked into the elastic of her shorts first, tugging them down her legs. Y/N propped herself up on her elbows meeting his eyes before she felt his teeth nip up her inner thigh. The dialogue spoken between them two through their eyes.
She know was she wants, and he exactly knows what he wants.
Harry knows he could just rip off her baby pink panties and just eat her till she begged him him to stop. Y/N was practically begging right now as she watched him trail her lips closer to where she needed up. The anticipation killed him too, but that’s what made the ending result even better.
“Harry ju-just take it off please..” Y/N whimpered out lifting her hips up to his mouth. Harry moves his mouth away just slightly finally slipping off that last barrier stopping them two from indulging in each other.
“Shh… ‘m comin’ love jus’ relax fo’ me..” he cooed glancing up at her once her panties completely came off. Harry’s mouth watered at the sight of her bare heat meeting his eyes. His index and middle finger lightly moved to open her up a bit before letting him just dig in. A surprised yelp escaped Y/N lips along with a jolt of her legs once his mouth made contact. She let her head fall back on the pillow, breathing stuttering as Harry tongue lapped over her juices. His hands moving to hook under her thighs and interlock his fingers together on her stomach to keep her down. Harry knew once she got close, there was no holding back after that. His lips moved away slightly to lick over his mouth eagerly looking up at her with a childish delight. Y/N’s mindset was focused on the beautiful man between her thighs, worshiping her body for a release. She tugs his head back against her throbbing clit before letting out a whine as his mouth wrapped around her clit.
“Oh my god Harry yes… fuck fuck f-fUCK yes!” Harry firmed sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth letting his tongue flick figured over it. Y/N arched her back tugging over the longer tufts of hair on the top of his head, squirming to roll her hips up against his mouth. But the grip he had on her was no match. She dug her head back into the pillow squeezing her eyes shut, crying out every time Harry would just barely graze his teeth against her clit, nudging his nose against it. Y/N slams her hand down on the bed against her hip, tugging at the duvet as Harry pulled her impossibly closer to his mouth. She knows she won’t be able to hold on any longer. The sweater she’s wearing that kept her warm, was now too hot, her body was on fire and Harry is living for it.
Y/N made a fateful mistake when she lifted her head to look down at Harry. His eyes were shut in bliss as he wasted no time letting his tongue get a taste of every drop. Some strands of his hair were falling on his forehead as he shook his head against her to get as close to you as he possible could. He was stunning. He was enjoying it more than her if it was even possible.
“Taste so sweet baby… you’re my good girl right..?” Harry murmured against her clit glancing up and meeting her glazed eyes. Y/N nodded eagerly scratching his scalp encouragingly, too lost to form a coherent sentance. He felt a chuckle rumble in his chest at his sweet girl, deciding maybe it was time to let her get her release. He’s tortured her enough hasn’t he?
One of his hand left her stomach before pulling his mouth from her completely to look up at her. Y/N opened her mouth without hesitation and took his fingers into her warm mouth. Harry could’ve came at the feeling of her eager mouth sucking over his fingers.
“You are goin’ to kill me one day I swear…” He spoke with his dimples on full display. Y/N held onto his wrist with one hand and the other hand tugging his hair to pull him into her heat. She moaned around his fingers when Harry’s tongue trailed down from her clit, nudging into her entrance, letting out a moan of his mouth tasting her even more. She felt that familiar buzz started at the tips of her toes, signaling she was getting close. Harry glancing up at her tugging his fingers from mouth, slowing down his movements just barely when he saw a line of spit connected to her mouth and fingers. He quickly gained his momentom back, slipping his fingers into her warm heat with ease, starting to pump his fingers. She was going to lose it.
Y/N writhed into the bed when his fingertips nudges against the warm spongy spot that made her vision go blurry. Harry pressing soft kisses over her clit contradicting the actions his fingers were doing.
“Tha’s is… right here..? You’re so pretty like this baby…” Harry murmured encouraging words as Y/N approached her high, squirming even more when his words had a greater effect on how her clit was practically throbbing for his mouth. Harry bit his lip, enough to indent the dimples in his cheeks in concentration, relentlessly pressing his fingers against the spot that made her go wild. Y/N cried out moving to grip his hair with both her hands, simultaneously wanting to push her hips closer and pull away because it was getting too much. Harry could tell by the hitch in her breath that she was about to cum. He pulled away his fingers quickly replacing them with his mouth, lapping everything up eagerly with his nose brushing her slit.
“Oh my-fuck Harry ‘m gon-gonna cu-OH!”
Y/N cried out digging her head back into the pillow feeling the wave wash over her body. Harry’s forearm completely holding her hips down as he keeping his mouth against her entirety, letting them move slowly to lap all of her juices up.
“Good girl… good girl... you’re my good girl.. jus’ fo’ daddy… my pretty girl….” Harry hummed looking up at her with gleaming eyes licking his lips.
Y/N felt her body buzz with excitement and exhaustion, flopping her hands down to the side. She detached her hands from his hair and flopping them to her side shutting her eyes. Harry’s tongue lightly pressed over her heat to make sure he didn’t miss a single drop. He chuckles against her clit when her legs jerked around his head, along with her hands half heartedly pushing his head away with whines. Harry sits up swiping the pad of his thumb across all the corners of his mouth to catch anything he missed with the swipe of his tongue. Y/N watched him through dazed eyes reaching out to grab his wrist and tugging it down till she was suckling his thumb. Harry watched her with his mouth parted letting his tongue peak out slightly, feeling his cock started to throb once her teeth nibbled on the pad of his thumb.
A growl escaped Harry’s throat, bringing his body down and tugging his thumb away from her mouth before roughly pressing his mouth to hers. Y/N smiled into the kiss when his tongue eagerly met hers, the taste of her coming into Y/N’s mouth. She lifts her hips to let them press up against the budge against his boxers. Harry let out a long moan once he pulled back biting his lip snickering softly.
“Easy tiger…. jus’ finished you off..” Harry teases smirking down at you. Y/N smiles letting out an innocent giggle scratching the back of his head softly.
“Can’t help myself baby.. you’re just so fucking good.. wanna repay the favour.” She pouts fluttering her eyelashes trailing her hands down his torso towards the waitband of his boxers. Harry is quick to grab her wrist, pulling it up to press a few kisses against the inner part of her arm.
“I promise I’ll let you ‘ave a go on me petal…. but right now.. you ‘nd I need breakfast.” Harry says slips his fingers through hers tightly.
Y/N’s eyes lighten up at the thought of breakfast. “Can you make those waffles your mom taught you to make?! I can help cut some strawberries, maybe fry up some eggs and bac-“ she’s cut off abruptly when Harry’s mouth lightly smushes against hers for a quick second before pulling back, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip.
“Anythin’ fo’ you sweetheart…” Harry murmurs adoringly grinning lightly tapping over her bum as they both got up.
8AM was definitely Harry’s favorite part of the day.
There you steadily walked towards him with every step of your white converse making the boy tense up. You rested a hand against his chest as you discerned his oxford blue polo sink and rise. “Tell me, what was the naughtiest thing you have done your whole life, Tom?”
Your legs cross seated on the floor while your skirt adjusted as it is now reaching above your knees and exposing amounts of your skin. Along with that you were wearing a black bustier with a red flannel on top with the sleeved rolled up to your wrists.
At the moment you were inside a church basement on a Saturday night and the reason why you are here is because your parents previously lectured you about your amoral conducts. Since they are stuck with a religious concept, they had to send you to this gathering as they sought to seek guidance for their own daughter.
Now you were seated with several people wherein every person formed a circle around the holy cross while the preacher was standing inside the circumference, roaming around towards each and everyone who came to the meeting, which were usually just a bunch of young adults just around your age.
“Fellow children, I am glad that you have reconsidered about your sins and retrospect upon your conduct,” he said though the words only making you yawn.
“And I am pleased to tell you that no matter how old you are or where you are, change is still possible and the Lord will surely welcome you back with open arms.”
“Speaking of sinning, can anyone tell me what are the seven deadly sins?” The preacher perked though no one bothered to speak up as they continued their deadpan stares.
There you crossed your arms against your chest before responding. “Aren’t those things like sex, drugs, alcohol, and all those other good shit?” And your answer making the rest of the teenagers glance at you and howl in laughter with grins conveying upon their faces.
“No. Those are incorrect, Miss Y/N.”
But it only made the preacher shake his head at you which lead to the others slowly control their laughter as it died down. They resumed to look down onto their thighs without uttering anything else and refuse to participate in the gathering. “It’s actually gluttony, greed, sloth, pride, envy, wrath, and uh… lust.”
A boy who looked to be around your age and alongside of you replied which made Father express a small smile and nod at him. “Yes that’s correct, Tom.”
You stared at the boy beside you for a few more moments before leaning in to whisper a question. “Whoa how the fuck do you know these things, kid?”
“Obviously I go to church every Sunday afternoon with my family.” He whispered back with a tender but small smile directed at you and disregarding the lecture of the preacher that was in front of the both of you.
The conversation between the two of you continued with mutters as he was trying to avoid talking with you but you pretty much would not cease with the endless questions upon your mind since this was better than listening to the old, grey-haired man.
Until you finally sensed that the gathering is nearing to an end. A hellish smirk tugged across the corner of your lips before leaning in to whisper onto Tom’s left ear. “Hey, kid you know what could make this more entertaining?”
But he only shakes his head at you before answering back. “I don’t know what you’re talking about but I could consider this as fun already.” And his reply making you either want to jump off a cliff or feel bad for him because everything he stated was clearly bullshit.
“Christ don’t ruin the moment I already am finding you cute
— but if you want, you can meet me at the restroom once all of this shit ends.” You trailed off before pulling back with a smirk across your face. This would definitely end well if things go as you planned.
Once the gathering finally ended your limbs instantly guided you towards the restroom and you waited inside for several minutes until you heard the door slam shut behind you. You weren’t hoping that Tom would actually come but when you heard the door slam shut behind you, you could not help contain a smile before turning around. “And you actually came?”
Tom stood there a few feet away from you with a blank expression expressed upon his face. “What did you expect? Didn’t you tell me to meet you in this restroom once the homily ends?”
There you steadily walked towards him with every step of your white converse making the boy tense up. You rested a hand against his chest as you discerned his oxford blue polo sink and rise. “Tell me, what was the naughtiest thing you have done your whole life, Tom?”
Your heated words were brushing against Tom’s earlobe as he stammered upon answering, “I w-watched porn and jacked off to it when I was young
— it was wrong yet I did not know why I couldn’t resist the temptation.”
His words ruining the moment as your mouth slightly dropped being very much stunned at his unbelievable remark. You were stuck between laughing your ass off or feeling bad that his parents had raised their son like this. “Fuck are you a virgin? How old are you?”
“Nineteen but turning twenty in a few months.” Though the first question was left unanswered, which pretty much said enough already.
“I can’t do this. My father has forbidden me to do such scandalous things.” He anxiously said though you only looked up at him.
“Then tell me right now that you don’t want to do this because for all I know it’s your parents telling you this, and they can shove a dick up my ass or so God help me.” As your statement making Tom smile for a second before it faded again.
But his mouth did not dare let out a single protest. The room stayed silent until you got the message continuing to lean your lips against his soft neck, inhaling the husky aroma with your mouth traveling upwards onto his lower jaw pressing soft kisses.
It ended with your lips latching over Tom’s tender ones, brushing against the pair at first before nibbling onto the lower part of it. His mouth was left agape as you felt his hands sneak around your waist and under your short skirt, feeling him rest against your bum.
And you felt him kiss back with eyes shutting tight while he lets you take over and permit your tongue to gain access inside his mouth. He hums as you commenced on sucking onto his slick tongue, leaving him speechless as his hands gave a faint squeeze.
Meanwhile your fingers were hooking and toying around the loops of his belt and afterwards unbuckling it as moments had passed. After that you discarded the belt beside and your hands made their way on either side of Tom’s waist, guiding him until your back touched the sink.
There you felt Tom’s strong grip hoist you on the sink which made your hands and arms proceeded to relax around his neck. He fumbled on his back-pocket making you disconnect the kiss and seeing him pick out a familiar condom packet. “Don’t tell anyone, my friends told me it was a good luck charm.”
You nodded as your teeth chewed onto your lower lip feeling every second passing got you more excited as he pushed his pants down past his legs and dropped around his ankles. And there you saw his cock spring out in front of you, and to say he was actually quite huge compared to the rest of the guys you had fucked.
Tom’s erection was already throbbing as you could see his tip redden wherein he immediately tore the packet between his teeth and placed the rubber latex on top and rolled it down. “You sure you really want this?”
“Oh fuck just let me have this for once.” Tom replies.
Next, Tom hooked his fingers around the garter of your lace panties and tugged them down as they dropped onto the tiled floor. He pushed your skirt up before welcoming himself between the inside of your thighs before finally aligning himself towards your cunt.
Without minutes passing by you felt Tom gradually slide his cock into your cunt making sure you were savoring his length inch by inch. Your legs embraced around his waist as you tugged him closer until you heard a sweet groan escape from his lips.
Your body rested against the mirror as his hands shifted to grasp under your shirt and onto your bra. The rhythm of his thrusts in synchronize with the way each breasts bounced around his hands. “Fuck, come on give it to me!”
Then your hands moved onto his hair, locking your fingers around the strands of it as you basically ruined his perfectly brushed hair style. You linked your lips with his once he leaned down to press them against each other whilst continuing to thrust inside of you.
The restroom stall was now filled with deep moans and though you both did try to contain them, you could not. And basically you continued to moan onto each other’s mouths until sweat began to form on top of Tom’s forehead as it streamed down on his face.
Your head fell back which made Tom’s lips descend onto your cheek, lower jaw, and halting to press sweet kisses against your neck similar to what your prior actions with him. “I’m c-close,” he wearily whimpers out onto the crook of your neck.
“Me too.” Your voice pants out.
And within a few more thrusts you heard Tom’s voice collapse as he lets out the last groan before feeling him release onto the condom. “Fuck, I’m coming.” He cried out and subsequently feeling yourself chase your release too as your fingers reached over to your clit and continued to give out rough kneads against the bud.
“Father is going to kill me once he finds out about this.” Tom worried as your mind instantly concluded something. “Wait is the minister your fucking father? Are you the adopted son?”
He nods as a wide yet weary grin came across your face granting that you had a preacher’s son wrapped around your finger. “Yeah, hence why I have an English accent and living in America.”
Tom pulled back and immediately discarded the used condom onto the trash bin before bending over to pick his trousers on the floor. Then you stood up from the sink and began to clear up before anyone begins to suspect both your absences. “Don’t worry you can keep this as your dirty little secret.” Followed by a wink directed at him.
Dear Mr Gimple (because my parents raised me to be polite, for no other reason),
until I came across you and the way you are running The Walking Dead, and treating the actresses and actors you have the honor of working with, I used to think that there was some level of basic respect and decency with which people treated one another when in a professional relationship.
You have forced me to realize that this is not, in fact, the case.
I can fully understand not wanting your work spoiled to fans by the spoiler sites (although I don’t understand the way you are going about it, but we will get to that, bear with me). But your ACTORS?
Melissa McBride said in an interview that there are scenes in which she would definitely have acted differently if she had known in advance what Carol was going to do JUST ONE EPISODE LATER. So apparently you are keeping even your actors in the dark about their character arcs, for fear they might … do what, exactly? Spoil their own hard work by leaking what was going to happen? This is how much you trust the people you are working with?
And that is not the worst of it.
During his final season on the show, you wrote Steven Yeun’s character, one of the fan favorites since the show’s very first episode, out of most episodes by making him hide under a dumpster so you could then - tadaaa! - reveal that he was still alive several episodes later, after having Steven Yeun removed from the opening credits to make your hoax more believable.
You never gave him - or Lauren Cohan - the opportunity to show Glenn and Maggie’s reaction to finding out that she was pregnant, and this after they were shown anxious over taking this step just two seasons previously. What had caused their change of heart? What had made them take this step, despite the overwhelming odds they were facing in this world? What gave them hope?
This was just one instance of the audience not getting to see their favorite characters’ reaction to a momentous event that many had been eagerly expecting.
And then you killed Glenn off needlessly. There were, to a creative mind, many different ways that night in the clearing could have played out, yet you chose to go with the comics, and you went after the fans who were trying to find out how the cliffhanger was going to play out with lawyers and threats instead of just asking them to not spoil this scene, the way Chandler Riggs did - with respect not just for the character that was going out, but for the fans of the show who had been keeping it alive for several years at this point.
And Glenn’s death wasn’t the heroic moment that both he and Steven Yeun deserved but a gorefest that even hardened rated R game and movie fans do not care to watch a second time. After Steven Yeun was forced to smile and give interviews and play with toy bats during ComicCon. After he had been forced to smile and say he had no idea what was going to happen for one year after being informed by you about the way Glenn was going to go out.
It’s a sad but oft proven fact that you only give characters screen time in your writing when it serves the plot, that you force them into plot lines that do not really fit the characters after their on screen development because you want to adhere to the comics more strictly, and that you do not care to add to the scenes that are the most memorable to long time fans from previous seasons that are there “only” to show the characters’ inner worlds, their thoughts and views, their reaction to things - scenes that help the audience understand them, understand their reactions in later episodes even without explanations, that help the audience relate to and identify and bond with characters. Ultimately, this bonding, this caring for the characters is what keeps TV shows alive from one season to the next.
And it seems that this is something you do not care for.
You show the characters when you need them for the plot, sometimes having them do or say things that run completely against what we know about them from previous seasons, and then have them disappear again for entire episodes. This might be one reason why fans find it hard to relate to newer characters if they haven’t read the comics and have already been waiting for them for several seasons, prepared to love and embrace them as soon as they show up. In so doing, however, you are leaving behind the large part of the audience that hasn’t read the comics and never will, the mainstream audience that has made The Walking Dead the ratings hit it used to be. They stay invested in the characters that were introduced by a different team of producers and writers because they aren’t given new characters to get just as invested in.
And then you kill those characters we love off one by one, for shock value.
I get it. We have been criticizing this show online for years. Reading our rants about plot holes, inconsistencies, character assassinations, ship baiting without ever delivering, even without giving the ship in question more than a one minute interaction over half a season after relying heavily on it for promotion of season 8, can’t always have been fun.
Then again, neither has watching TWD been fun in several years now, and that is why the ratings have been going down steadily. We have grown very tired of characters we love being forced to go through the same painful arcs again and again and again without a minute of happiness in between. And we are tired, as people experienced in consuming media of all kind, of getting dismissed by you as “toddlers throwing tantrums” who were “too stupid to get it” when voicing legitimate criticism, of you treating the fans who made this show what it was with as little respect as the actors working for you.
And now you HAVE deviated from the comic, in contrast to the cliffhanger ending, in order to kill off another of the original Atlanta characters, again in a way not worthy of the character and the actor who put his heart and soul into playing him. And this time, apparently, you lied to him and and his parents about how much longer you would be employing him for this show. Let’s savor this one, shall we? You, his employer, lied to a teenager about how much longer he was going to be your employee.
And then you fired him.
And this young man went on to show a great deal more of respect to the spoiler sites than you did when going after them over the 701 cliffhanger. He asked them nicely, and they honored his request. He treated his fans with respect, and they reciprocated in kind.
How does it feel to be like this? To disrespect your employees and the fans of the show they help you create to such an extent?
How does it feel to have run one of the most successful shows on TV into the ground by not listening to what its fans wanted - the people you depend on for ratings?
How will you feel when everyone working on this show will be out of a job if AMC refuses to renew it for another season? To never see your grand vision play out on screen because you ruined a show for fans who were truly passionate about it by refusing to listen to them?
CEO Harry Series - please request part 2, plus ideas.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Styles Incorporated founded only thirty years has taken over the market. It was never big at first, just simply a company, but ever since he took over; the company has changed.
Harry had the same routine every day. The flat that he owned was always spick and span, everything had an order. He knew where everything was in the modern building. One ruffle, the person was out. That is one of the reasons he never had a girlfriend or a friend in general for long. In his mind, they messed up everything.
He woke up, the alarm blaring at him. If he were honest, he did love his job. He loved the feeling of being high up, with people being scared or admiring him. He liked the flirty assistants that tried to bed with him, but he never budged; just flirted back. Seeing the disappointment on their faces falling when he declines their offer for drinks or coffee.
He loves his assistant, Dorothy. A lady in her thirties who as like him, couldn’t keep a partner. She had a boyfriend, lost him because he thought she was clingy, and she cried about him all the time or talked about the good memories. Her cheery voice was the only thing that made a smile come on his face. Her chirpy voice and red hair.
Harry had the same routine, getting up, heading to the bathroom, having a shower, and getting changed. He had different suits for different days, but the stress that comes with picking a tie or watch. The drawer that has little boxes, more every piece of merchandise. He loves his life.
The night before was stressful for her. The idea of starting a new job at one of the biggest firms in London, made her stomach turn. (Y/N) was never one in her university days to drink, party or do drugs. Her friends were, but look where they turned out to be. When telling them, yes they were proud, but they were sort of jealous as well. Since then, she hasn’t heard from them.
Yet, the idea of working there was nerve-wracking. She wasn’t at any small time company, she was taken into one of the biggest. In her mind, it was one of the scariest things to ever become, but the proudest. She reminded herself over and over again, that the reason she was here, was because she worked for it. She placed effort, and stress towards it, and she got a part of her dream.
The morning was worse on her mind. She had no idea who she was going to work with, she doesn’t even know what her boss looks like. Of course, she tried googling, but only a short Wikipedia message about the company itself came up; telling her the history and profits.
(Y/N) pulled herself out of her house in the nick of time. The stress overwhelmed the fear, making herself lost in her thoughts; creating her to be late. She didn’t even process what she would do if she were in this position. The fear took over, the worrying topped that. The only thoughts being the simple, ‘would they like me?’, or ‘what if I muck up?’. But, being late; she had no backup plan.
The building was huge when it came to an eye with her. It was your typical skyscraper with windows. (Y/N) noticed the people walking in and out; coming and going. She didn’t mind that. But, she had to go in quick or else she would be passed late.
The building was new from the looking around. The walls were tiled with white quartz and paintings hung around her. A Few awards were there, but most of it was bare. She noticed the reception in the centre back. The place was bare, just the blonde sitting there on a computer. No security guard or elevator noise was present. It was like she was in a white room, she was in a white room with a young blonde.
“Um, excuse me,” she began, seeing the lady still seeking interest on whatever was on her computer screen, “I’m here as the new intern” the blonde; beautiful at most still didn’t move. She did simple actions, that (Y/N) caught on, rolling her eyes and taking the attention off her screen, for once.
“Name.” it wasn’t a question, it was more of a statement. The voice that came out of her was monotone with a hint of annoyance. The non-existent confidence was beginning to shallow, creating a withering feeling inside. Her hands started to tremble, her lip moved gently. She knew she couldn’t be nervous now, she was so close.
“Uh, (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she began in a hesitate voice, “here is my papers.” she fumbled for them in her bag, looking for the registration and emails she has gotten from the company.
The lady took them, snatching them and giving her a glare. What was her problem? The blonde which she read was Katie on the name tag on her chest, turned her chair and grabbed a file from behind her. She placed the file in front of (Y/N), pushing it gently towards her.
“Level twentyone. You’ll meet your boss there, at least one of them.” she nodded, mumbling a ‘thank you’ to the blonde with the cakey foundation, yet it still looked beautiful on her. She glared back and looked at her screen, acting as though (Y/N) was never there.
She walked to her left, heading to the elevator with the golden framing, pressing the up button. (Y/N) racked her mind for her first boss’ name, remembering it was Dorothy, Dorothy Laten. The door of the machinery opened with a slight, ‘ding’; it made her push herself in the enclosing area.
The doors closed on her, creating herself to jump a bit. The nerves acting up. Her finger came in contact with the button, pushing the number ‘21’. It pushed up, creating her to jolt forward; she knew she wasn’t steady on her feet. The anxiety was rushing through her bloodstream, creating her to constantly think of the worse.
The metal doors opened, her eyes instantly taking into view the glass doors in front of her. She noticed the busy workers, walking about, and another pretty young receptionist, brunette this time, sitting close to the doors.
She fumbled for her ID that came with the whole ‘welcome’ package. The doors needed it in order to open; sliding the card in the swipe spot, them opening with a clicking noise.
“Hi, um, I’m the new intern of Dorothy.” she noticed her voice still hesitating.
“(Y/N) right?” the brunette said, smiling up at her. She was kinder. The name she had was Megan, written on her tag.
“Uh, yes,” she told her, a smile beginning to appear on her face.
“Great! Welcome, I just called her, so have a sit there,” she told her, pointing to the chair closest to the desk.
(Y/N) was about to sit down, when a redhead appeared from the corner, “(Y/N), lovely! I’m Dorothy; I am going to be your boss, lucky you!” she was certainly upbeat, her plump body matching her personality of dyed red hair, the chirpy voice and minimal eyeliner. She looked as though she was in her mid-thirties. (Y/N) began following her through the maze of offices.
“So, I think there was a mix-up, sweetie.” Dorothy began, turning towards her, and smiling but still walking, as if that is possible, “First off, we do the ranking by floors, and we are on the same floor as Mr Styles, himself. So, you’re lucky. Second, you’re my assistant, not an intern, and I am the big boss’ assistant. He’ll be here in about an hour so you can meet him.” she just kept nodding to her, taking in all the information.
“You aren’t a talkative one, are you?” she turned around once again, almost bumping into (Y/N); herself stepping back.
“I think it is just the nerves,” she told her, in a small voice.
“Of course it is, but don’t worry love, you’ll feel like home in no time.”
They arrived at her office, (Y/N) sitting across from the redhead; bringing out a notebook to begin what her courses and obligations are. The office around her was the same as others, except they weren’t in a booth. The office had glass door entrance with spruce wooden walls. The desk was on the opposite side as the doors, with the giant window on the left of the desk. It was a beautiful small office. It looked bigger from the outside, yet it is not.
“Like I said, Mr Styles is not in office yet, so I’m just going to run through somethings with you.” she blocked out most of what she said, head and mind thinking of who Mr Styles is. Is he an older man, with greying hair and a fallen smile? It was said that he took over the company, not so long ago. Could he be in his mid-thirties, craving his life to start over again? With the fact of a boring wife, and bratty children. She wouldn’t know, she was simply just an assistant’s assistant.
“(Y/N) did you get that, love? Perfect, I’ll be back in a bit, need to grab something from the printer.” (Y/N) nodded, still silent.
The paper in front of her was blank, and her nervousness has come down into a low place now. Dorothy was correct after awhile you will feel better.
The door opened, creating her to turn her head to the glass doors. A man came in, talking half way through the frame to someone. She barely can make out who it was, but with the short curly hair, and low male voice, she could work out that it was a man. He turned around, closing the door, and his smile turned into a smirk. The posture he had was little from professional, his hands were in contact with the pockets of his suit, and his hair was pushed back a bit. He was at least in his mid-twenties.
“Oh, hi,” he said, she shook her head, grabbing pieces of information that she has so far to respond.
“Hi, um, Dorothy will be back in a bit, and Mr Styles is not here in the office at the moment.” he nodded, coming closer to her.
“Ok, that’s ok. Um. and you are?” he was closer to her now, a half a metre away from her.
She was nervous. Her hands began to tremble and her leg began to bounce up and down. He was beautiful; only if she admitted to it.
“Oh, sorry, I’m (Y/N). New intern, I mean assistant’s assistant,” he chuckled, she looked down, shook her head, “sorry, it is my first day here, and I have no idea what my position is. My boss is confusing me with the title.” he nodded, placing his hand on the desk, getting closer to the second.
“Ha, I get you. I’m Harry.” he stated, she shook his hand, and nodded, “So have you met the big boss yet?” she kept shaking her head, a blush creeping on her face.
“No. Is he scary or strict?” he laughed a bit.
“Some says he is, some don’t. I don’t think he is.” a smile came on her features. In her whole honest opinion, she was happy talking to him. He felt the same to her.
“Good, cause I don’t want some grumpy old boss.”
“Who’s saying he is old?” he told her, standing up, she felt embarrassed.
“I reckoned that he is old. Oh, god now that is embarrassing.” he winked at her.
“Don’t worry, love.” her eyes widen, shook filled the embarrassment. The door opened and closed, once again, yet a clicking of heels was heard than silent feet.
“Oi, Harry! Stop messing with our new intern.” Harry’s head turned to Dorothy a wide smile that showed his teeth came upon his gorgeous features. She was clueless, but the smile took her away from those thoughts.
“(Y/N), lovely, this is Harry Styles. I think you two met.” the shook was now taken back with embarrassment. Her mouth came open, slightly and she was stunned.
“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry, Mr Styles for the swearing and everything in general. I had no idea it was you. I feel so bad, and embarrassed, and unworthy. I, I, I - I insulted you. I’m so sorry.” way to go (Y/N) ruining your career and having not even been there for an hour. He simply chuckled.
“There are a few rules for you, lovely (Y/N). One, call me Harry; people who are close to me call me Harry, and two, don’t you worry, everyone makes mistakes. See you around, love.” his hand came in contact with her cheek, a stun expression written across her features. Was he flirting? No, this is her boss, he’ll play games, but if she reenacts it, it could cost her her job.
request: oh oh oh! Joe Keery meets Y/N when being interviewed and she’s like the camera woman or something and he invites her out on the town with the rest of the older cast and it’s drinks and love, you know! And Y/N ends up at Joe’s hotel room
summary: of course you and joe would bond over something as dumb as spoiling movies and tv shows you’ve (mostly) already seen to each other. weirdly enough, it also kind of is a massive turn on for joe. huh.
word count: 4, 532
a/n: so there are a lot of spoilers in here, but none for stranger things (go figure). but here are the movies and shows that are: star wars episode v, star wars episode vii, fight club, the handmaid’s tale, game of thrones, the sixth sense, 30 rock, harry potter and the halfblood prince.
At least once a month, you post a picture of you wearing an all black outfit on Instagram with the caption let’s play a game called production blacks or emo (or a variation of that incredibly worn out joke). When you’re filming a live event, it’s all black, even down to your shoes. You can’t count the number of times that you’ve thrown on black sneakers, only to notice that they’ve got a white stripe down the sides. Which means running around the venue, trying to find some black duct tape or a black Sharpie to color it in.
In your college classes, you can remember multiple professors drilling it into your brain - people behind the camera should be invisible, to blend in with the background so everyone forgets that you’re there. On sets with scripted content, it’s a different story. But for anything else, you’ve got to be background noise. And you’re fine with that. There’s a kind of comfort that comes with being able to just settle into the background and watch the action go on around you.
Which is why it’s so unnerving when he noticed you.
this is the photography!harry piece based off of this request:
hello! can you do where harry is a photographer and he needs a model for an upcoming project or something so he asks y/n since he couldn’t find anyone. and during that process, both developed feelings towards one another.
Y/N liked to sit alone in the dining room. She didn’t like to watch people eat or have others watch her eat. And, she definitely wasn’t a fan of small talk. Or talking at all. She didn’t like it because she wasn’t good at it. She wasn’t good at it because she didn’t do it. She didn’t do it because she didn’t like it. It was a vicious cycle, really.
This wasn’t to say that she didn’t have any friends because she did. Those who bothered to stick it out past her social awkwardness and the unnecessarily high walls she built around herself usually were there for life. Said friends, however, refused to wait for her to get out of class and went to eat somewhere else without her. Since she didn’t have a car she was left to fend for herself in the dining room. Which she didn’t mind as long as she was left alone.
Apparently Harry Styles didn’t get the memo. He was this real sweet kid she saw around in the arts department a lot. They were both fine arts majors, but she specialised in painting and sketching while he specialised in photography. In their first couple years they had a few general ed classes together, so she was friendly whenever they came into contact with each other but they weren’t friends. That was why his sudden presence at her table was so perplexing. They were wave from across the hall close not sit with each other at lunch close. She looked up from her plate, slowly finishing a mouthful of carbonara, eyeing him suspiciously. “How… may I help you?”
He flashed a big, bright smile at her which was honestly a bit off-putting. “How are you doing, beautiful?”
“I’m fine… just, ya know, trying to get some ATP.” He looked at her with a blank expression. “Adenosine triphosphate… Like, cellular energy… that comes from– ya know what? Never mind. I’m a nerd. Why are you trying to butter me up?”
He sighed. “I know we don’t talk often.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “…Or, at all, but I need to ask you for a favour.”
She patted around her mouth with a napkin in an attempt to stall time. She wondered why he couldn’t ask one of the other million people he knew. Why did it have to be her? Why couldn’t her friends have waited for her to get out of class? She figured hearing him out wouldn’t be the worst thing ever, though. “Well, I can’t guarantee I’ll do it, but what is it?”
“I’m working on a project, and I need a model. My last one flaked out on me.”
Her eyebrows drew together. “Why?”
“She found out I wasn’t paying,” he pouted.
She puckered her lips. “Oh. Sorry.”
“It’s fine. Anyway, I’m doing, like, a modern recreation of renaissance art. And, I really really really need your help.”
She squinted her eyes at him. There had to be something he wasn’t telling her. She was more than certain that he could convince any other girl to model for him. She knew at least three girls who had a legitimate crush on him, five girls who wanted to get in his pants, and really any living creature could be charmed into doing it once he batted his eyes in their direction. The dude was beautiful. “What aren’t you telling me, Styles?”
He winced at the question before blowing raspberries into the air. “Are you… familiar with… The Birth of Venus and Venus of Urbino?”
“Of course I am,” she responded immediately. When he didn’t say anything, she thought back over what he just asked her until the gears in her brain were fully turning. Her eyes widened. “You want me to pose nude?” she whisper shouted.