yes i slept in my bra

BTS Reaction || You not wearing bra when you’re with them

Warnings: none

Genre: slight smut, comedy, fluff, bestfriend!bangtan


Namjoon

Originally posted by slapmon

Namjoon knew that you were a little in love with him. And when you appeared in his house without bra on, because you were using an strapless shirt, he felt flirted.

“Y/N…” he said when you both were eating ramyeon. You needed to bend over the plate so you could eat the noodles. Your shirt showed a lot of skin in front of him.

He tried to control himself but his boner was growing behind his shorts.

You raised your chin with the noodles still on your mouth. Letting him see you with a kiss face, looking into his eyes, and you didn’t bother to cover your chest.

“I guess you are flirting with me… and my dick is feeling bad about this. I think I have to punish you…” he told you, resting on his backrest, crossing his arms.

“What?” You said with your mouth full, licking your lips after you finish to swallow the noodles.

He diverted his view to your bare chest and you noticed what he was talking about, blushing. “I think it’s a little too late to apologize now.” He told you.

“Oh God, I’m sor… ah, it doesn’t matter anymore.” You answered him totally giving up because of course you were up to that.

Jin

Originally posted by ksjknj

You were with your best friend watching a movie, but then you felt like your bra was squeezing your chest and you weren’t comfortable with that.

By the time you came back from the bathroom without your bra, you laid beside Jin on the couch, resting your head on his chest to keep watching the movie. He noticed that you didn’t had bra on. “Y/N, don’t you wear underwear?” He asked you, trying to separate his body from yours.

You were friends since high school but even though you slept with him because he was comfy, you never were that comfy around him, pressing your naked chest over him. But that night you were feeling tired and with need of feel free. “Yes, but my breasts hurt.” You answered him, laying again on his chest.

“I can’t do it, Y/N. I’m a man, mans get excited when they feel nipples over them. I’m sorry. Or you put your bra again or you’ll have to watch the movie on that side of the couch.” He said, sitting on to separate you from him and pointing the other side of the couch.

Yoongi

Originally posted by hobiolidays

Yoongi came to your house on saturday morning because you two had planned a picnic’s day. You’ve been friends with him since forever and there was so much confidence between you both that you treat yourselves like brothers.
That day, you were just woke up from bed when he knocked your door. Dressed only with your pajama shorts and the shirt, no bra on.

He didn’t say anything until you both were having breakfast. He was waiting for you, sitting in front of you on the table, talking about serious stuff like the songs he made recently but you noticed him, smiling to himself looking everywhere but you.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” You asked him, smiling and searching his glare with your eyes. “Nothing, is just… Y/N… I can see your hard nipples behind your shirt.” He said laughing.

“Min Yoongi!” You screamed at him throwing a cloth napkin to his head.


Jhope

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

One day, J-Hope came to help you with a new choreography that you were learning because you were a big hit’s trainee. Hoseok crossed his path with you months ago when you both chose the same menu of food and he followed you to the table to know you better because he thought that ‘you would be good friends.’

It was hot that day, so you decided to only use the sweatshirt to practice.

He was dancing with you but when he needed to fix your posture like always, he was in front of you moving his hands around you as he was looking for a place to touch you without being closer to your breasts.

“What is it, oppa?” You asked him.

“Sorry, Y/N but I’m afraid to touch your titis… Could you please put something on so I can teach you?” He said laughing and blushing.

Jimin

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

You were really tired so you decided to lie down in your friend’s bed, you felt sleep taking over you and, as you would know, he wouldn’t bother if you use it, so you got comfortable, removing your bra, and fell asleep.

Jimin enters the bedroom to discover that you have fallen asleep in his bed and without a bra on. He doesn’t know what to do, since he could go back to the living room. But he doesn’t want to sleep on the hard couch, nor does he want to wake you up because he knows the difficult day you’ve had. He decides, finally, to approach slowly while removing his sweatshirt and sweatpants, being left alone in black boxers.

He opens the edge of the sheets and moving your body gently with his hands, slips to your side to realize that there is not enough space. He remains like a stone next to you and his gaze goes from your face to your bare breasts under your shirt, feeling that he’s inches from your nipples. He begins to regret the decision he made. But then he whispers to you. “Y/N, there’s not much room here so… I’m going to take you by the waist, ok?” And without an answer from you, his arm surrounds your abdomen and rests on it, while resting his head on a pillow, as close as possible to your face “Good night Y/N” he ended, a little more confident, and falls asleep.


Taehyung

Originally posted by springdayserendipity

You rested on Taehyung bedroom when you got back from work. You both were working until late that night ‘cause Christmas was coming and the store filled with people asking stupid things that they had on the tags of the products in the store.

So you took of your bra without taking off your t-shirt and went to his bed, not caring if he bothered.

You were half asleep when you felt an arm rounding your waist and a hand grabbing your left breast. “Oh… so confortable…” you heard Taehyung saying whispering.

You couldn’t avoid the fact that he was squeezing your breast, and your sensitive nipples got up easily, feeling his palm all around it. “What are you doing, boy?!” You whispered like screaming. “Calm down Y/N, it’s nothing sexual, you’re just seemed so comfortable I couldn’t resist…” he told you, resting his head on yours, squeezing his body on yours and falling asleep.


Jungkook

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

Jungkook and you met each other on the gym near your building. It was a funny meeting because that day, he was using a machine that you needed for your rutine and when he finished and you positioned yourself to start, you broke it unconsciously. He turned around to see what happened and there were you, on the ground, he laughed shyly but helped you get up while calling the personal trainer. The next months you started to talk because you both already broke the ice due to the fact. He was a cute guy and helped you every time he saw you in trouble.

One morning, Jungkook was on the dressing room taking a shower, he got dressed and were drying his hair with a towel while he went out when he crashed with another body. He took his towel off his head to looked at you covering your breasts with the sweatshirt you were wearing to exercise minutes ago.

He covered his face with the towel and walked backwards, hitting himself with the column that was behind him but non stoping saying “sorry, sorry, sorry.” Noticing that he went to the girls dressing room.

Prompts (for requests)

1. As soon this is over we should definitely make out
2. This is the most stupid plan I’ve ever heard. When do we start?
3. I’m gonna kiss you now
4. Move your ass over here or I’ll drink all the capri sun without you
5. I have to tell you something
6. We should marry
7. What the hell is your problem?
8. I wear heels bigger than your dick so shut up
9. Sorry I blacked out and tried to kill you
10. I’m not drunk enough for this
11. It’s not the same without you
12. ‘Shut up’ 'Make me’
13. 'Okay but do you like like me?’ 'We’re married.’
14. 'You’re never allowed to drink that much coffee again’
15. The chocolate was empty, I had a breakdown, your lamp had to pay for it
16. Please tell me this isn’t true
17. From now on, we do it my way
18. Is it supposed to be blue?
19. Are you crying?
20. Because I’m PREGNANT
21. Stop talking and fucking cuddle with me
22. Don’t forget your coat
23. What the hell happened to you?
24. Does 'not starting to cry while watching a disney movie’ count as a special skill?
25. We had sex and it was so good that I had an asthma attack
26. Did I just really say that out loud?
27. I can’t let you do this.
28. I can’t let you do this alone.
29. Please tell me you haven’t bought another dog
30. Stop calling me princess. I’m a queen.
31. Just don’t leave me now, okay?
32. It’s an elf thing
33. Looks like someone died here
34. You’re under arrest for being too attractive and ruining my life
35. Just say it already
36. Could you please sing for me?
37. I hate you less than I hate everyone else
38. You woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me this?
39. Stop laughing and get that thing off me
40. Are you going to kiss me or will I have to lie to my diary?
41. You look far too beautiful today
42. Wait- you like me?
43. When was the last time you slept?
44. Just do it already
45. Ha, you wish!
46. I had a nightmare
47. He lost his virginity, I lost my bra. Seems like a fair trade off to me.
48. Now that was… nice
49. I owe you
50. For science!
51. Just try not messing it up for once
52. I can’t breathe
53. How was I supposed to know?
54. I can’t live without you
55. Would you just shut up and say yes?
56. Pretend you’re my boy/girlfriend, quick!
57. We should try adding a third person
58. I taught you how to pick locks and this is how you use that skill?
59. Is there some free guacamole in for me?
60. Let’s just pretend that never happened
61. How?
62. You gave me this nickname that just does things to me
63. Stop being so cute, it’s distracting
64. This is my favourite human. Don’t touch.
65. I can’t stop smiling and it’s your fault
66. I guess I have a problem
67. Are you drunk?
68. It’s time you start calling me babe
69. You’re late.
70. You can cook, I can’t. I guess I’ll have to stick around when I don’t want to starve
71. I live next door and I heard screaming so I came over thinking someone was getting murdered and now we’re both trying to get the spider out of your apartment
72. You’re the closest to family I’ve got
73. Well, we’re about to find out
74. 'Do you believe in aliens?’ 'Go the fuck to sleep’
75. My whole existence is a scandal
76. Just try not setting the kitchen on fire this time
77. I guess my love just wasn’t enough
78. Let’s give it another try
79. When did you become so badass?
80. All I want for Christmas- is you.
81. You came all the way here just to tell me this?
82. The kids wanted me to do it
83. In order not to get imprisoned we have to marry
84. Quick, it’s an emergency! Kiss me!
85. I want to see you again
86. Let me see you one last time
87. You’re the only person I can talk to
88. Help me.
89. Wow I’d sell my soul for this
90. Just the two of us. Against the rest of the world
91. Shouldn’t you be at your wedding right now?
92. You’re too good for me
93. Is this the part where we confess our undying love for each other?
94. Been there, done that
95. You were supposed to arrest me but just couldn’t do it
96. You. Me. Escape Room. Now.
97. No shit Sherlock
98. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous
99. Who did this to you?
100. Well, I guess our only option is to duel

mulders-boyish-enthousiasm  asked:

Can I ask for a small fic of MSR shopping for clothes? (fluffy stuff) :)

This ended up more NSFW than fluffy…sorry! Tagging @today-in-fic

Never Too Late

It’s brooding grey and wind-whipped in the main road but Mulder is striding ahead. Clearly, this streetscape hasn’t changed that much in the thirty years since he’d last trodden these cobbled pavements.

           “Really, Mulder?” she says, elbowing past the slow-moving crowds before her. She can just see the top of his hair, disappearing into the wide entrance of Marks & Spencer.

           He’s holding a basket over his arm and waiting for her next to a mannequin wearing a green striped polo tee and beige chinos. “What do you think, Scully?”

           “I think that the day you take up golf, is the day I’ll believe in aliens.”

           His mouth opens with a pop but she’s not going to wait for his smartass response. “Why are we here, Mulder? In this shop? I mean, I’ve heard it’s revered by the Brits and sells sandwiches and middle class clothes. So, what gives? I thought you’d be taking me to Harrods and Liberty and quaint little olde worlde tea shoppes.”

           They’re standing on the escalator and he’s holding her elbow. The whole store reeks of wholesome, of family values, of running through meadows of daisies. She catches sight of them in the mirrored walls on the way up. She’s wearing her hair back in a low ponytail and wearing a fitted rain jacket in a delicate shade of blue, and he’s wearing those skinnier jeans, darker denim and his new well-cut winter jacket in charcoal. They look like a fucking Marks & Spencer model couple. If there was a golden retriever between them, the deal would be done. By the time, he’s dragged her to the lingerie section, she’s ripped the tie out of her hair and slung her jacket into his basket. Her figure-hugging maroon cable-knit and slim fit black jeans look much more experienced government agent, than Football Mum or whatever is the British equivalent of saccharine parent.

           “Again, Mulder, why are we here?”

           He’s grinning now, looking around at the rows of underwear. “For these little beauties, Scully.”

           Sighing, she studies the garments in front of her. “Bras and panties? Really, Mulder? You couldn’t just have bought a couple of those magazines you used to like? I mean, I’m a little bit older and more accommodating these days, maybe if you’d asked, I might have sat with you to read through them.”

           “Accommodating, Scully? Anyway, these are not just knickers and bras,” he says and she smothers a giggle at his use of the local terminology. “These are Marks & Sparks knickers and bras. Everybody in the UK wears them. Think of it as a rite of passage.” He walks around the back of the shelves. “I’ll tell you what, Scully. You just stay here and I’ll select some items.”

           “Hey,” she says, trying not to yell as they pass a pair of older ladies with blue rinses and brown leather handbags propped on their forearms. “What did you just pick up?”

           He swings the basket away from her. “It’s my treat, Scully.”

           “Why won’t you show me what you’ve chosen? They better not be red lace thongs and see-through bras. And what size did you buy? They’re all different here. How do you know…”

           But he’s already gone and she squeezes her fists together and turns her grimace into a smile at the two old ladies as they walk past again.

           “Nice rear he’s got, dear,” the first one says, smiling at her. “And still got all his hair. He’s a keeper.” They’re watching Mulder retreat.

           “If only we were thirty years younger, Aileen,” the other one says, winking. “We could have done some damage to that one.”

She pours the wine and lays out the cutlery. For all of Marks & Spencer’s primness and reputation, it did offer a fine selection of ready meals and the smell of the balti and naan is piquant, making her mouth water.

           “Mulder? What’s taking you so long?” He’s been in the bedroom for too long to be healthy.

           He reaches an arm out to grab her and says, “just humour me, Scully. I’ve laid out the clothes on the bed. Put them on and then when you’re ready, knock on the door.”

           She can hear him bumping around in the living room but she’s already two glasses of Prosecco down and she decides to indulge him. Rain splatters the window as she knocks.

           “Mulder?”

           “Oh, hi,” he says. “Come on in.” He’s holding a candle and he’s wearing a smile with his a soft grey tee-shirt under a pale denim shirt.

           It takes a moment to sink in, but the blast of rain at the door jogs her memory. She turns her back on him and lets the red robe sink to the floor. She pushes out her backside and twists her heard over her shoulder. “What are they?”

           The flickering flame of the candle is so close to her skin that she feels the heat. He runs it up and down her back and looks up at her. “You know what, Scully? When you knocked at my door that first case, I thought you were coming on to me. You dropped that robe and you were wearing that underwear, so plain but so sexy, and I thought to myself, well, this is a surprise.” He stands and pulls the hair from her shoulder, kissing the nexus of her neck and shoulder with reverence.

           “Would you have slept with me? Senior agent that you were?”

           He doesn’t stop kissing for a while and she feels her nipples peak. “Yes. I didn’t think you’d last one case. I did my best to piss you off enough that you would beg for a reassignment.”

           “And fucking me would have pissed me off?”

           He hooks his thumbs under the sides of her bra cups and brushes her tender nipples. “Probably. I would have selfishly taken everything I wanted and not bothered with making you happy. I was an asshole back then.”

           She turns and lets him bury his nose in her cleavage. “Still are sometimes, Mulder.” Her head flops back and she feels the tickle of her hair against her back. The robe is pooled at their feet, lush red. The satin of the bra cup shines in the candlelight. He’s taking off the panties and kissing her lower stomach. “Is it too late to make up for my assholery, Scully?” His lips are pushing into her centre and she’s running her hands through his hair, holding him there.

           “It’s never too late, Mulder.”

Morning Incident

Barry Allen x Reader

Words:1,000

You were waiting at the bar for Caitlin; she said that after work she’d meet you here. Before you could think anything else she surprised you from behind.

“Happy birthday girlie!” You hugged Caitlin before asking the bartender for two shots.

“So what do you have planned for me today y/n” The music was loud but not enough that you didn’t here Caitlin.

“Well first both of us are going to get wasted and I have the time of our lives and forget about all the shitty things that happened to us.” The bartender gave you the shots afterward going to a couple on the other side.  

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boyhood

I am a broken brown boy
bound together with Ace bandages:
I am the confusion of my lopsided face
in the mirror
as I tug one eye closed: Why are my eyes so
crooked? Why is my jaw so round?
My chest is flat in my favorite picture.
I fold my arms across my stomach
and turn my cheek,
so no one can tell the difference
between me and my

father says I am his first daughter,
but I know I am his second son.
So my only inheritance is his thick lips
and anger outbreaks, and as I write this
my right hand types slower,
three knuckles splintered apart and scabbing
from where I buried them in the wall.

My story does not end in testosterone.
My story does not end in phalloplasty.
My story does not end with my fingers
stitching golden half-moons across my chest.
No:
My story chugs on in sports bras and muscle shirts,
and in Jersey dresses and curly weaves,
because if I could just be pretty enough,
yes, if I just looked like all of the girls
I wanted to sleep with,
instead of like their boyfriends…

The last time I slept with a girl,
she called me Daddy.  I was Champange Papi
for breakfast
and Sugar for dinner,
but I know she never felt full.
My muscles did not look like her father’s muscles.
I spent my bank account on clothes for her,
jewelry for her, red wine for her,
and, for me, a hookah pen
that filled my mouth with glass and ink.
As she pulled glass out of my gums,
she said I didn’t need to write anymore.

They say artists speak the truth,
but I don’t have any: I can’t write the bible
on masculinity or the manifesto of femininity
or offer any pointed Platonian platitudes
for merging the two;
and although Plato pondered whether a female body
could contain a male soul
my tongue can’t fathom that sticky word.
Soul.

I am the awkward masculinity
festering at the bottom of a wine glass.
One day a man will scrape me out,
tie me into a white dress
and call me the beautiful mother of his children.
And when the Ace bandages fall like ribbons
to my blistered feet,
I’ll run a hand over my crooked ribs
and cringe.
And I’ll say to myself
when I say to my girlfriends:
Don’t you look so beautiful, baby girl?
Don’t you just look so beautiful?

1. Do you sleep in your bra?
yes

2. Do you like noodles?
yeSSs

3. Do you enjoy drama?
kdrama? yes. around me? not so much

4. Are you a girly girl?
nah not really 

5. Small or large purses?
small

7. Are you short?
yep

8. Do you like somebody?
yes

9. Do you care if your socks are dirty?

yes

10. Do you like halloween?

yeah

11. Favourite time of the year?

autumn/rainy season

12. Where is the weirdest place you have slept?
on the floor of a motel because my sister pushed me off the bed -_-

13. Is there any type of rumour going around about you?
sadly yes

14. Do you call anybody by their last n ame?

i think i do

15. How many guys will read this just because it says- girl confessions?
i dont know…some might out of curiosity

BE HONEST:

1. WHAT COLOUR IS THE BRA THAT YOU’RE WEARING?
white

2. DO YOU PREFER LIGHT OR DARK HAIRED GUYS?

darker hair

3. ARE YOU CURRENTLY FRUSTRATED WITH A BOY?

yes

4. DO YOU HAVE A BEST FRIEND?
idk

5. HAVE YOU EVER HAD YOUR HEART BROKEN?

yes

6. HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF HAVING PLASTIC SURGERY?
yes

7. DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE?
no

8. HAVE YOU EVER JUMPED IN THE POOL WITH YOUR CLOTHES ON?
yes

9. DO YOU HAVE MORE FRIENDS THAT ARE GIRLS OR BOYS?
i guess they are even

10. HOW LONG HAVE YOU HAD A FACEBOOK?
never had one lol

11. HAVE YOU EVER S LAPPED A BOY IN THE FACE?
yes

12. WHAT ARE YOUR BIGGEST FEARS?
bugs, heights, not being sucuessful

13. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED YOURSELF TO SLEEP?
yes

14. HAVE YOU EVER NOT BEEN ABLE TO GET SOMEONE OFF OF YOUR MIND?
yes

15. DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE SAYING “ONCE A CHEATER, ALWAYS A CHEATER"?
yes and no, but for the most part, yes

16. HAVE YOU EVER HAD A GOOD FEELING ABOUT SOMETHING?
not usually

17. DO YOU EVER WISH YOU WERE FAMOUS?
yes

18. ARE YOU CURRENTLY MISSING SOMEONE?
yes; very much.

19: WHO ARE YOU TEXTING RIGHT NOW?
nobody

ABOUT YOURSELF…

01. EYELINER OR MASCARA?

eyeliner

02. PINK OR BLACK?

both

03. PUMPS OR FLATS?
flats

04. SKIRTS OR PANTS?
pants

05. SOCKS OR LEGGINGS?
both

06. HOODIES OR JACKETS?
hoodies

07. HEELS OR SNEAKERS?
sneakers, 

08. STRAIGHT OR CURLY HAIR?
straight, curly mid-way down

09. WHITE OR BLACK?
like clothing choice wise? both

10. SMOOTHIES OR LATTES?

both

11. DIET OR REGULAR SODAS?
regular

12. WATER OR DAIQUIRIS?
water


13. PEARLS OR DIAMONDS?

diamonds

14. MARY-KATE OR ASHLEY OLSEN?
omg boTH

15. IPOD OR CELL PHONE?
cell phone

16. FRIENDS OR FAMILY?

both

17. LIP GLOSS OR LIP STICK?

i dont use either but i would wear lipstick maybe

18. MANICURE OR PEDICURES?
both

19. TANK TOPS OR BATHERS?

tank tops

20. BIG SUNGLASSES OR SMALL?
big; usually dont wear them

21. SUNGLASSES OR PURSES?
purses

IN A GUY/GIRL….

FUNNY OR SERIOUS?
both, like he should appear serious but once you get to know him he is funny

ROMANTIC OR DAREDEVIL?
both

DARK EYES OR LIGHT EYES?
idc

LONGER HAIR OR SHORT HAIR?
not to short but not too long, it should look nice im really into hair

CURLY HAIR OR STRAIGHT HAIR?
idc; morely straight 

tagging :

oKAY OKAY I JUST FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS aHAHA THIS IS 3 YEARS OLD
PART 26 - “THE LOFT”

The Loft

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PART 26

(Y/N)’s POV:

I was sitting on the couch next to Matt, watching some movie we didn’t know the name of in the living room. We saw the pictures of us on twitter already and decided to just ignore social medias for the rest of the day.

About half way through the movie, he looks over at me and asks, “Wanna go bowling?”

I giggle and push pause on the remote next to my thigh before saying, “Are you serious?”
He shrugs and says, “Yeah, let’s go.”
Standing up from the couch, he grabs my hands and walks us to the front door.

We put our shoes on and head out to the parking garage. As he hands me the keys to his car, I tell him, “This is one of my favorite things about you, Matt.”
“What is?”
“You’re down for anything. You’re so random and you make decisions out of no where, you want to make the most out of everything.”
He looks down, blushing a little. He’s so cute.

“I would say my favorite thing about you, but it’s everything. Even the knots your hair has when you wake up,” he replies while tilting my head up to look at him, with him being taller than me, and kisses my lips once delicately.

“I loved your messy hair the most when I was the one to mess it up,” he laughs before we get in his car.

How does Matt go from being adorable to sexual in like negative five seconds?

He opens the driver’s door for me to get in, and I turn the car on. After he gets in the car, we head to the bowling alley.

“I’m so hungry, oh my gosh,” he complains.

I look at him and say, “You just ate Matt,” – I laugh – “There’ll be nachos or something.”

“I’d rather eat you.”

I look over at him and my jaw drops.

“Oh my fucking- Matthew!” I punch his arm and get nervous all over again as he places his hand on my thigh.

-Hour and a half later-

JACK G’s POV:

The boys and I just got dropped off back at the loft from the airport, as soon as we get there I run up the stairs, skipping three steps at a time and dropping my bag off in front of my room door. I go to the next door over and slam open (Y/N)’s door and half-yell, “(Y/N), what the-“

I discontinue my sentence when I realize she’s not here, and I hear Johnson tell me from downstairs that Matt isn’t either.

I groan with disappointment and say to myself, “Dammit, where are you?”

While looking down on the way back out of her room, I see the promise ring I gave her on her nightstand.

She took it off.

I pick the ring up and I feel my eyes welling up. I blink hard and push the tears back.

Not now.

I grab the ring and put it in my pocket and walk back downstairs.

When coming downstairs, I see the boys sitting on the couch watching the last five minutes of 10 Things I Hate About You, one of (Y/N)’s favorite movies.

It’s been like a day and I miss her like crazy.

I go to the fridge to grab a Gatorade, and then head to the couch to sit next to the boys.

I send a text to Matt:

Me: Where is she?
Matt: With me.

Me: Obviously. When are you guys coming home?

Matt: Dude, she’s safe. Chill out. I’m not going to let anything happen to her. We’ll be home in a little bit, we’re getting food right now.

I’m not even going to bother with replying.

“I guess we can just wait,” I say while letting a breath out and sitting more comfortable next to all the boys.

-Thirty minutes later-

I hear keys unlocking the door and Matt and (Y/N) stumble in. My breath stops and I breathe in, my fists tighten as I feel myself move quickly to stand up. Sammy pulls me back down to sit and says, “Don’t run over there. Give them a minute, G. Calm down first.”

I nod and breathe in and out.

I hear their conversation as Nate stands up and puts another movie in.

Matt is talking to (Y/N) while setting leftovers on the kitchen counters.

(Y/N) lifts herself up on top of the counter to sit.

I look back and watch her kiss his cheek and say, “Thanks for everything today.”

Matt replies with, “anything cutie.”

That should be me.

I see her hop off the counter and walk towards the stairs and up to her room I’m assuming.

I stand up and the rest of the boys do too, probably thinking Matt and I are about to fucking kill each other or something.

I walk over to him and he stops me from going up the stairs while saying,

“She had a good day. Don’t fuck it up.”

I roll my eyes and push past him, “ Oh shut the hell up.”

I run up the stairs and barge into her room.

As I come into her room quickly, I hear her yell from her bathroom,

“What the fuck happened to knocking?”

I respond with, “Why’d you take off the ring?”
She stops in the middle of changing into different clothes and says to me while only in her bra and underwear, “Because obviously promises have been broken, so.” She pauses before asking, “How was she last night?”
She thinks I had sex with Madison last night? Oh my god. I literally spent the entire night on a flight to come see her.

“Do you really think I slept with her again after every-“

She cuts me off mid-sentence, “Yes.”

I look down, shaking my head a little bit, to find boxers and boy clothes next to the shower.

Matt.

“How was Matt?”

After putting on one of our large t-shirts, she looks down, following my eyes to the floor.

She sees the clothes, too. She says, “great,” in a mono-tone. I see her look down on her sink. She feels guilty.

I walk closer to her, and pull her hand with me to go sit on her bed.

She says to me, avoiding eye contact, “So much for the no jealousy rule.”

I laugh with no emotion, “Right?”

I pull her to face me, and we sit with our legs crossed, sitting facing each other on her bed.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“For what?”

“You having to deal with all this shit. Madison.. She was a mistake. I just went to her when I didn’t have you.”

Her eyes are watering up as she looks at me

She begins with saying, “I don’t know why I care so much. I shouldn’t. I’m the one who left in the first place. But, it’s just when she whispers those little fucking comments, and normally, I’m the only one who hears them. It just makes me feel so fucking angry. Or when I see her kiss you – I see a tear run down her face – it just makes me never want to even touch you again, and I don’t know why.”

I grab her hand and squeeze it tight, knowing it’s not the right time to do anything more.

“I will never chose anyone over you. You should have seen me when you were gone-“

She interrupts me again, “I know, Kian told me at the first party when I got back. How messed up were you? I mean, I’m nothing special-“

“Don’t ever say that again, (Y/N). You have no idea what you mean to me, to us. You literally drive us all crazy. We all want you so badly, how could you not see that?”
“Jack, you don’t-“

“I’m not done talking. You should have seen me, (Y/N). When you left, that’s when the drugs and girls and alcohol came into the picture. Not only with me, but with all the boys; I just happened to be the worst. When you left, we had no control, no one who cared enough. Our parents knew we were out of high school and done with tours for a bit just left us alone. I was my worst self without you. I fought everyone in the house, including Matt. ESPECIALLY Matt because I knew you guys always had a thing for each other. You were always best friends and I was always in love with you. I bet he is too, I mean, who wouldn’t be?”

I rub my eyes trying to hold back the tears, I haven’t cried in so long, definitely never in front of (Y/N).

She reaches for my hand again, rubbing her thumb across the bones of my palm.

“Jack, you’re upsetting yourself, stop. I’m not leaving you ever again. And about Matt, I’m sorry for not telling you about my first time and everything. It’s just, I knew I wasn’t going to be your first and-“

“You’d be the first that mattered.”

I reach into my pocket and pull out her promise ring, I slip it back onto the finger that I originally put it on and tell her. “Don’t take this off again, okay?”

She nods and asks, “Why?”

I’m holding both of her hands now, “You need to know that I mean it. When I got you this ring, I promised to never leave you and that I’ll always love you, no matter what. So when you feel like shit or even want to bash my head into a wall, just look at the ring and remember that in the end, you’ll always have me. You’ll always have all of us.”

She barely gets out the words okay and hugs me tighter than she ever has before, I feel her tears soak into my shirt on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her, smelling her light perfume.

When she lets go of me, I ask her.

“While we’re getting things out, have you slept with any of the other boys? Be honest.”
“No, just you and Matt. I mean, you know everything that happened on my birthday, but that’s it,” She says with truthful eyes.

She looks confused so I say, “It’s just that I heard the boys talking about how they wanted to…”
“Which boys?”

“All of them.”
She tries not to laugh, “Oh.”

“Just tell me when you do, okay? You can always tell me anything.”
She nods again, and asks why.

“Just so I know ahead of time before they come and brag about it.,” I laugh before continuing with, “On the Brightside, we’ll always know who made you feel the best.”

Speaking of her birthday.

She pushes me off the bed and says, “Don’t get cocky, fuckboy. I can say the same for you.”

We both stand up and leave her room.

Walking to the boys sitting on the couch, they look relieved to see a smile on both of our faces.

Out of no where, (Y/N) says, “If you guys are done watching my chick flick, I feel like going in the pool. Wanna join?”

The boys pop up and take off their shirts due to the excitement.

I look over at her and tell her I’ll wait for her to change into her bathing suit.

In the middle of the living room, in front of all of us, she says to me, “No worries,” and strips down to her white lace bra and underwear.

I know I’m not the only boy in this room that is close to drooling.

She coughs loudly, bringing us back to reality and says, “Coming?”

She runs out to the back deck and jumps in the pool without thinking twice.

Johnson looks over at me before jumping in and pats my back while saying, “Someone’s a happy camper.”

I take off my shirt and jump in the pool with the rest of them.

The sun is going down and all I can think about is how grateful I am, for all of this, for her. Even if she isn’t mine, I’ll always have my piece. And I’ll always be all hers.

In the pool, (Y/N) looks over at Nash and Cam and sees makeup on the side of their face, looking confused.

Nash says embarrassed, “We kinda used your make up yesterday for the blindfolded make up challenge..”

Cam then says while laughing and pushing his dripping hair out of his eyes, “We’ll get more for you tomorrow, even if you don’t need it. Turns out that shit it waterproof though, that’s why it’s still not off completely,” he rubs his cheek trying to get the leftover off.

We all start laughing and realizing that things are normal, things are good for once.

The night gets darker and soon after, (Y/N) rushes out of the pool and says she has to use the bathroom. After a few minutes of her being gone, I get up and go to make sure she is okay.

“(Y/N), where are you?”

She comes from behind the stairs, a hidden spot.

I follow her, and realize that she found the extra room.

“What is this?”

“(Y/N), you really don’t want to know.”

“Jack, tell me everything.”

I pause for a second before replying, “Remember what I said about pleasure?”

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PART 27