#I already know i’ll be falling asleep as soon as we’re in the car

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

I’ve got just under an hour and a half until I’m done and my annual leave starts and I can’t wait

#im do tired and done #I already know i’ll be falling asleep as soon as we’re in the car #i am not looking forward to the ferry tho #its been high winds all day and that’s gonna make the crossing rough AF #and i get sea sick at the best of times #praying my 4 hours sleep last night just knocks me out for the crossing

[bangytell]

jk | m

Summary: Your brother's best friend has been your ultimate crush since forever, and soon you'll find out that he has been too.

Genre: friends to lovers, smut

Rated: mature

Pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: non idol au! pet names (i looove using pet names), protected sex, kinda sex in public, boobs worshiping, mentions of jealousy and a very much lovestruck Jungkook.

a/n: I just miss him so much already, in that haircut in those lives, just bring that Jungkook back to me, any ways, come to be delusional with me. I couldn't bring my mind into a title, doesn't alway have to. Also I don't have a song in mind, don't hate me please i put much effort into this.

You’re constantly aroused by the thought of your friend pinning your body, but you can’t tell a soul about your strongest desires. 

He’s your gym buddy, the shoulder you have cried on and a good friend, and it has to keep that way since he, unfortunately for you, has a girlfriend.

He’s teaching you the exercises you could do while he maintains the workout he’s currently doing, and with a hand in your lower back you feel hot in your stomach.

He’s talking to you while you imagine having him, in every possible way. 

“Understood [name]?” you nod “Do it one time for me” 

Oh i’ll do it for you many times

You do the movement as told, he grins and puts his thumb up for you, at least he used to give you praises, but you’ll take what you can get.

“I’ll be with your brother, finish the series for me and then get to cardio and you’re done” you smile and nod, getting your headphones up your head again.

You finish with ease as you see your brother and his best friend exercise at the same peace and look with detail as Jungkook body flexes and stretches each movement.

As you’re running and thinking about tomorrow's routine, you feel a hand on your shoulder, is your brother, Jimin. You pull your headphones, he speaks.

“We’re going to our dorm, are you good on your own?” Was he really asking that?

“You brought me here, what do you mean if 'm good on my own?” he chuckles

“Jungkook’s girl jus’ told us to go to this party” that girl… 

“If you dump me here i’ll snitch” he gasps

“You wouldn’t” you furrow your eyebrows 

“Try me” he grins and sees Jungkook approaching 

“Oh yeah, tell Jungkook what you jus’ told me” that filthy rat of a brother you had 

You slow the peace to the machine, as he comes closer 

“[name] Jimin already told you?” you look confused and he grins “Let me guess, you told him you’ll snitch on him”

“You know her so well dude” Jimin chuckles and now you look angry, really angry 

“You’re dumping me here to go after that…” you shush you words, in respect for Jungkook

“C’mon [name] is a holiday party, maybe your brother can finally get a girl” you scoff

“As if, please don’t do this to me… again” your temple looks like a lost puppy and it touches Jungkook soul

“You’re right, c’mon i’ll take you home” you smile 

“I knew you were better than Jimin” your time was over at the machine, you went after your backpack and followed Jungkook to his car 

“See you at the party, loser” Jimin drives off as you sit on Jungkook’s car 

“Thank you for the drive” he sighs and smiles “I don’ mean to bother”

“Don’t worry, I jus’ hope Miko won’t get mad at me” 

Oh, right. 

“She won’t just use that beautiful bunny smile of yours and she’ll forget all about it” he smiles at you as the dim light from the road lights your sight.

When you arrive at your entrance, he seems distant as if an idea has filled his thoughts.

“Kook?” he smiles “All good?” he nods but doesn’t seem like it 

“You can talk to me” he nods again, and opens his mouth as if the words were stuck at his throat 

“Good night gorgeous, see you tomorrow” that’s all he manages himself to say, you reply with a good night and leave his car, he drives off and your heart pains in its cage. 

After falling asleep with ease, your phone rings at your night stand, with a blurry vision you answer.

“Yes?” someone’s sobbing on the other line and you sit up straight, your vision returns and you notice that Jungkook’s name pops up “Kookie, what’s wrong?” he sobs a little 

“[name] can you come for me?” drive at night? it surely didn’t seem like the better idea at the moment “please, i’m at my dorm but…”

“Okay, i’ll be there, give me twenty minutes” he hums in agreement, you hung up 

Put your pajamas back on and leave a note at the fridge for your parents. 

Took the car keys and drove as fast as you could. Once outside you call him.

“ ‘m here” he hangs up and you see him, the beanie and mask hide his puffy eyes.

Inside the car you greet him “What’s wrong sweety?” he denies and pulls your arm for a hug, he sobs and pulls you closer.

“Sorry for calling so late” you caress his back and feel him relax at your touch 

“No worries” he scoffs and pulls away to look in your eyes “What happened?”

He denies and you begin to drive back home, the drive was full of Jungkook soft sobs and muffled music from your radio. 

Once there you get down, and take the note from the fridge and place another. 

Jungkook is at Jimin’s room, please don’t peek

He chuckles “You know how they are” he nods as you guide him through the halls 

Once at Jimin's door he takes his mask off. 

“Can you stay while I fall asleep” you nod, he seems delicate, as if by a simple touch would break him.

“No problem” you both enter the room, he takes his shoes and the beanie off, you leave your sneakers on the floor and lie beside him. 

“She cheated on me” he settles in your arms after being able to tell you about his state you stroke his hair and his back as he cries on your shoulder and shivers 

“ ‘m sorry Kookie” he denies and sobs 

“Is not your fault or anything” you nod “ ‘m a fool, a stupid and dumb” you keep caressing his back and answer to him 

“Why should you be? She’s the fool, the dumb and the stupid for playin’ with such an amazing catch” he chuckles 

“ ‘m no catch” you gasp 

“What? You’re good at everything you do, your amazing personality and that dazzling look you have? Anyone is the luckiest to have you as a couple” he chuckles and pulls away to look at you

“You’re sayin’ that as a friend” you deny 

“ ‘m sayin it as a woman” he nods and rests his head at your chest again

“Thank you for being here” you stroke his hair and lean to give a soft peck at his temple 

“Anythin’ for you, jus’ don’t tell Jimin I was here with you” he giggles and you feel as he drifts off to sleep. 

The next morning Jungkook wakes up to the muffled voices coming from outside and the smell of pancakes. There was a little note at the side table where his phone rested. 

There’s Jimin's old clothes in the closet, take a shower and come to have breakfast as soon as you can! 

Your pretty handwriting made him smile, he took a very needed shower, and after using a shirt that fitted and some shorts he opened the door.

Only you and your mom remained at the dining room, the sight of your stuffed cheeks laughing at something and to Jungkook your eyes had a starlight 

“Kook!” your mom stood and hugged him, his eyes were still puffy but he seemed a lot better. “Haven't seen you in a while, fancy seeing you here, without my son” he blushes and his ears become to gain that same crimson color “But, no worries you're welcome anytime” you sighed in relief and your mother helped Jungkook sit while she puts some pancakes and syrup. 

“I have to run, but please Kook, make yourself at home” 

You admired him as he filled his mouth with food. Jimin's shirt on him was a bit small but stood out his muscular body, his damp hair falled to his temple and got a bit in the way of his eyes, he was engrossed in his tasks not paying attention to your attentive gaze. 

“Don't worn me out” he speaks, gazing at you as you chuckle and flustered at his words 

“I wasn't…” you scoff and drink your glass of juice he smiles and continues to eat.

You leave to get ready for the class you have in a few minutes, and as you walk down the stairs you hear Jungkook screaming.

“Now it's my fault? You don't care where I am” he sounds… angry

“So what if she's here? That's the dumbest excuse” could he mean… you? 

You were the only one left at the house so… 

“I shouldn’t have answered your call Miko, have a nice day” he remains silent and you enter the dining room. 

“Hey, is everything okay?” he nods, hiding his face with his hands “Jimin texted me, asking for you” he gaze you

“What did you told him?” he sounds… exhausted 

“That you're okay” he nods

“He knows ‘m here” you nod and he sighs 

“I didn't tell him I was coming, or that I called you. Or anything that happened actually” he sighs

“I figured, so i jus’ told him that I knew you were okay” 

“Thank you, I'll let him know about what happened, can you give me a ride to the dorm?” you nod and he gets up leaving through the halls

You clean the kitchen and soon he appears with his old outfit. 

“ ‘m ready” you nod and grab your keys on the way out. 

The ride to his dorm is silent, no radio this time and it feels like his feelings and thoughts are eating him alive. 

“Come by home any day you want, okay?” he nods as he opens the door

“Sure, gorgeous” you rest your forehead at your steering wheel as he walks away from you. 

Being just the friend was kinda exhausting when it came to seeing him hurt. 

And what did that call he had before meant? 

By no surprise you ended up at the gym by yourself, your brother and his best friend didn't have trouble telling if they were coming, after your body got tired, you rushed home.

After a shower, you got a call from your friend, Ava. 

“Hey pookie how's your life these days?” you snort

“Remember Jungkook?” she hums 

“How can I forget, he's all you mention” you scoff and she giggles

“His now ex girlfriend cheated on him” she gasps

“No waaay” you sigh 

“Way, and he called, sobbing asking me if I could drive him to my house, Jimin was still at the party I presume” your friend gasps

“Woah, woah, he wanted to be with you?” you blush

“ ‘m his friend, ‘m sure he jus’ wanted a home” she giggles at your words 

“ y're so oblivious” you snort

“He sleeped at Jimin's room, and I stayed until he falled asleep since he pleaded me” she gasps in surprise 

“He whaaat?” you snort 

You hear your front door, and more than one voice as they make their way to the living room. Since they're far away you can't make heads or tails on who's outside 

“Sorry, were you saying something? she snorts 

“Jus’ tell Jungkook how you feel” you shake your head in deny 

“I can't to that now Ava, he jus’ been cheated” she chuckles 

“Is always bad timing with you, you’re a woman now, aren't ya’? you huff 

Suddenly short knocks on your door startled you. 

“Yes?” Ava is still on the phone when Jungkook answer with a soft “It's me”

“Gotta go Ava, call you later” with no time to answer you hung up and left your phone in the bed, standing up to open your door.

He looks much better than tonight, he doesn’t have puffy eyes and his all black outfit makes your heart skip a beat. 

“Sorry I haven't called or anything” you shake your head in denial and he sighs “I kinda been sleeping all day” you nod, and he finds your silence odd “Can we talk?” you nod and close the door as he enters your room.  

You both sit in bed, he's eyeing your room when his gaze meets yours and stays there. 

“Are you mad at me?” you shake your head in deny once again, and you don't know what makes you being flustered “Talk to me [name]” 

“Is there something you need to hear from me?” he sighs and holds your hand, caresses with his thumb and your cheeks blush 

“I jus’ don't want you to provide me the silent treatment” he seems delicate with his words, and with the way he holds and strokes your hand

“Why did you call me?” he knew that was the question that remained your thoughts, he sighed and tried to give you the answer you need 

“ I didn't know where else to go, and I felt… alone” you huff

“So… I can only get your call when you're alone?” he shakes his head in deny and your eyes become watery 

Because to you, the way he's been acting makes your heart ache in disbelief, seeing he only needs and wants your presence when it threatens to be by himself. 

You know Jungkook since you were both little, and sure he's two years older, but that never stopped your hopeless heart. Every time he got hurt you would caress him, provide words of encouragement and your unilateral love was becoming hurtful by the year. Surely you had couples before, and intimacy but your heart and mind would always think of him, on the way he makes you feel and how you know him and the way he knows and remembers so much of you. Being with anyone else wouldn't fulfill you. 

“Is not like that gorgeous, you're my friend and I…-” you pull your hand and look at him with hurt eyes

“Maybe 'm tired of being jus’ your friend” he looks confused as you stand “Don’t tell me you haven't noticed my feelings” he looks confused as you step closer and pull him to put your lips into his. 

He answers your kiss and opens his mouth a little more to deepen the kiss. You pull away and give him a hopeful gaze. 

“ ‘m sorry” you know you shouldn't have kissed him, and he's just sitting looking at your flustered body, trembling and moving with anxiety.

He holds you by the hand and pulls you to his body to hug you by the waist, he's sitting at the edge of your bed and you're stroking his hair as his arms hug you closer.

You hear knocks on your door, and your mom's voice brings you back from reality. You let go from his embrace and open the door a little just to see your mother. 

“Dinner is ready, and bring Jungkook with you” you nod and close the door. 

“Let's go downstairs before she returns and kick my door down” he chuckles and stands up, before you open the door again he holds you by the cheek and gives you a soft peck.

Your emotions and thoughts are a literal storm inside of you, you kissed him and he responded to the kiss, not only that but he gave you a kiss back. 

Are you dreaming? 

Dinner goes smoothly, Jimin is telling a story and as you try to pay attention you notice from the corner of your eye that Jungkook’s gaze pierces you. 

After dinner you hear Jimin saying that it is a great idea to sleepover in his room, your mom says it's fine. 

You stay in the living room with the television on, watching Pride and Prejudice. It was that dance scene and as they danced your attention drifted off to the body sitting next to you. 

“Do you like this movie?” you ask, as he looks at the screen, he chuckles 

“I've seen it, when you were like fifteen remember?” you nod, the memory returning to you, of your younger self when Jimin had sneaked out for a party and didn't tell Jungkook about it, so he unconsciously made Jimin grounded. That night you were watching the same movie. 

“You remember” he smiles and nods

You finish the movie and he turns at you. 

“Why is that is called Pride and Prejudice” you giggle but answer to his question anyway 

“They both were very proud and had prejudice over each other's action” he opens his mouth in a “o” as your brother walks to the living room.

“Dude, you can't sleep again?” he nods and you're prying as to why he seems to not be able to sleep when he has slept with you before “What are you looking [name]?” 

“We watched Pride and Prejudice” he puts a boring expression 

“You and your boring movies, Jungkook just sit here with you because he had nothing else to do” he arch an eyebrow and looks in your brothers way

“It was really entertaining actually, you should try and watch a movie with your sister sometime” Jimin huffs and you mouth a thank you to Jungkook

Surely Jimin preferred to do anything else than to share more than three words with you which mostly included “Dinner's ready” “Mom's calling you” “Can I borrow 20 bucks” that day you were surprised.

Jimin went back to his room and as you look for something different, Jungkook’s caught your eye. 

He's scrolling to his social media, looking as handsome as he can be, and you gulp at the exquisite sight of him. 

“ ‘m sleepy now Koo” he nods

“Go to bed gorgeous” you smile and walk to your room after taking a last glimpse at his features.

After cuddling inside your quilt and blankets you hear your phone buzz. 

[So you have feelings for me huh?] –Koo

[Ha ha if you're acting like this forget about my confession] —[name]

[I could never forget about you, or when you kissed me, is actually all there is left in my mind] —Koo

[You’re talking gibberish :D] –[name]

[You drive me insane] —Koo

You smile at your phone and turn flustered to his words. 

[I don't think you're emotionally available at the moment] —[name] 

He reads the text and doesn't answer

You weren't telling lies, he’s been recently cheated on. He can't be thinking about anything else. 

Suddenly, two soft knocks and your name being whispered by Jungkook. You open, with an open mouth, to throw a tantrum, but all is silenced when Jungkook's wet and saccharine lips are onto yours, hungry for your kisses.

You pull apart in confusion, he surely gets your blood boiling whether is the hot in your stomach wishing he'll fuck you dumb, or the way he makes you angry. 

“Jungkook what?...” he reaches to you once more but you place your hand on his chest “Please, tell me what has gotten into you?”

He looks at you like a stray puppy, and finds a seat on your bed. He sighs deeply.

“I jus’ wanna kiss you” and with a sigh, a pout on his lips and his hands covering his face

“Jungkook, your emotions are hurt and blinded by the betrayal, I don’ wanna take advantage of that” he shakes his head in denial 

“You don’t understand [name], you don’t” you kneel in front of his body and hold his hands on yours

“Help me understand then” he sighs, once more

“I didn’t realize my feelings for you until it was late, until you were dating that hideous dude” you chuckle “Then Miko got me mesmerized, or I thought she had” his gaze is on yours as he strokes your face “I fooled myself by thinking that I could… stop myself from thinking, caring and being hopelessly and deeply devoted to you” your breath stucks on your throat “Miko did me a favor by cheating on me, you were there for me… you” you place a finger on his lips

“I understand, but I can’t be your second best, I can’t feel like a side plate” he nods and pulls you for a hug, with a few tears on your face he wipes them with his fingers and gives you a soft peck.

After that, both of you spend more and more time together, he’ll bluntly flirt with you, making you feel giddy and flustered, even in front of your brother and he smiled with a “I knew you too would eventually step out of obliviousness” you both giggle and then he said “Jus’ don’t make out in front of me” 

It was Jimin’s birthday, he had a party at your house, with a few of your girlfriends from school, and almost every classmate from both jimin's year and yours was there. Jimin will always go big. 

You had your lilac dress, pouring yourself some more liqueur while the crowd and the music rumbled inside the house. Suddenly you feel a cold finger touching your elbow and you turn to find your old friend, Taehyung (who's also a friend of your brother) greeting you with his boxy smile, you give him a long hug and that's when Jungkook's attention falls into you once more.

He wasn't one to be able to call you his but the boiling blood inside him couldn't stop his mind, he was so jealous of how that boy was talking so close to you, and the way his hands went to your waist when you hugged him, he was starting to lose his temple, as his friends tried to call his name out to make him fall out of that slumber he walked your way without being fully aware of his actions, he placed a hand by your lower waist and greeted his way into your conversation.

You can't  believe Jungkook is jealous of you as he pulls you closer to his warmth, Taehyung chuckles and shakes his hand in a goodbye as he winks at you and gets lost within the crowd.

“Jeon Jungkook, don’t tell me you got jealous” you chuckle and his hands turn you so you'll face him

Soon enough your hands are around his neck as he pulls you desperately into his kiss, you both giggle and his hand goes to one of your ass cheeks and lifts you a little your stomach begins to flutter and to feel warm, he's kissing you like in desperation, as if you're gonna disappear through his hands.

You can't remember how or when in between kisses but your body is on top of Jungkook's grinding onto his jeans, and he's losing his mind eyeing your drees lifting way past your knee, the way your breasts go up and down with every movement makes you a great sight. 

“You look like a goddess right now” he holds you by your ass as you continue to grind on him, and his bulge just feels as you grind and slide in between your pussy so effortlessly. “You can only look like this for me” you nod and he grins and holds you closer to kiss you. “Use your words, doll” 

“I only do this for you Jungkook” he grins and looks your way as he tries to pull your dress out of the way

“Good girl” he smiles as he discards your dress and soon enough your bra, he cups your breasts and puts one into his mouth as he caresses them with his tongue, you begin to let out saccharine moans and try to put a hand over your mouth, he shakes his head in deny. “Don't worry my love, the music is too high for anyone to notice” your hands go to his abdomen and you love the way it feels within your fingers, you help him out of his t-shirt and leave a trial of kisses until you're off of him and begin to unbuckle his belt, soon enough he pulls his pants off and his cock bounces back once its released from his boxer, your hand cups it and without warning you put it into your mouth, his head loll back as you busy in task, he puts a hand on your head and as he hears the sound you make while making his cock full of drool and feeling good he still feels like this ain't enough. 

“Come on love, let me fuck you” those words make you stop, he kisses you and gets up to take off the rest of his clothes, he helps you get into bed and you're waiting in all fours as he takes a condom out of his wallet. He admires your body and strokes your ass cheek as the condom slips into his warm and aching cock.

He begins to slide into you, feeling the way your pussy clench and squeeze his cock.

“Ngh… you're so tight” he pulls away and slides back in just a little to have you squirming and pleading for more “You're s-... so desperate to take me in huh?” you moan, almost scream as he thrust balls deep into you.

His thrust are hitting just the right spot, making you moan his name like a prayer, his eyes full of lust eye your sweating body and grabs you by your arm to pull your back to his chest, your pleading for him not to stop, and he feels feral by the way your pleading and moaning, he loves that he's the only able to do this with you, and wants to do it every single day.

As he bullies into you his hands go to your breasts, then to your clitoris and begin to rub gently as your body shivers in pleasure

“This is how i wanna make you feel [name], I want to fuck you dumb, make you forget your name and only remember mine” he's still holding you closer to him, feeling even more of his cock inside you and he gaze your body. “C'mon [name] be my girl huh?” you nod and keep moaning, no single thought can connect to your head “Use your words love” his hand rubbing your clitoris and the other holding you in place just make you a dumb mess, you can't make it in your head to say a word. 

“You'll answer me eventually” he chuckles as he feels his orgasm form and so do you, his name leave your mouth and just a few more thrust make you orgasm, your body trembles and shivers as he thrust his orgasm into you and the condom, he moans your name and you're in the same position as both of your chests go up and down, he helps you out of his cock and you feel it like a loss.

He stands up as you get comfortable in bed, he tosses the condom to your trash can, and comes to cuddle you into bed.

“Are you okay?” you giggle and nod 

“Yes Koo, I am excellent” he chuckles “You really got jealous?” you lock gaze with him 

“Yes…” you chuckle and hug him inside your blankets his body feels warm and he loves your breasts close to him

“But only because i can't say you're my girl” oh, you haven't answered 

“I don't think between sex was the better moment to ask” he chuckles and sighs as he speaks again

“Would you let me be the guy you date? I'd be honored” you smile and pulls him into a soft peck

“Yes Koo, I'll be extra happy to be your girl” 

Two knocks on the door startled you, the music from up your room isn't all loud and you ask “Who is it?” 

“You better bring both your asses downstairs and sing me happy birthday or I'll kill you Jeon” you laugh and say that you're on your way

“I don't believe he'd actually kill you” he pulls his pants to its place and smile at you

“Wait until he hears about what just happened” you gasp 

“Don't you dare” you both laugh and go downstairs holding hands as everyone sings happy birthday to your brother. 

after>>

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Part 5: From Paris With Love (Slight NSFW)

Synopsis: After spending time with Jack, the two of you end up in an argument, which leads to you not wanting to speak to him. He then surprises you with a trip to Paris, but is the love that you have for one another enough to survive the whirlwind of events that come after?

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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The conversation with Neelam that you had earlier was distracting you from focusing on you actually being able to spend time with Jack since the two of you would have to go weeks at a time without seeing one another.

Those facetime calls didn't cut it all the time.

Waiting until the crowd died down after the show, Jack volunteered to walk you out to your car but made sure to wear a hoodie in order to cover his curly hair in the hopes that no one would notice him. Jack knew that you could read him like a book, but reading you was a completely different ballgame and at times could be difficult for him. He could tell that something was on your mind and quickly got to the point to ask you about it.

“What's on your mind Buttercup?” He asked while starting to play with the ends of your hair.

“Hmm just thinking how much I'm going to miss you after I leave and how bad I want to kiss you, but we’re out in the open and there's too many eyes.”

All Jack did was look at you because he knew you were lying through your teeth.

“Hmm, that's definitely a lie. That might be partially true, but there's something else more to it. I'll let it slide for now, but don't think I'm going to forget.”

When you were silent, he quickly spoke again.

“I want you to stay with me tonight. My hotel isn't far from here. That way I feel that I can give you my undivided attention without us being interrupted.”

“Uhh? Isn't your wife here with you?” You asked, looking at him dumbfounded.

“That's why I booked two rooms. Yours is on a completely different floor so the two of you won't cross paths. And you weren't concerned when you had my dick in your mouth in my dressing room earlier knowing that she was here.”

“Isn't she going to notice you aren't next to her during the night? And you obviously didn't have a problem either since your face was between my thighs.” You shot back and all he did was smirk at you.

“Nope. And even if she does, I'll make up an excuse. So what do you say? And my favorite place to be is in-between your thighs.”

All you could do was roll your eyes and laugh.

“I didn't even bring any of my clothes and this is not going to be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Babe, what we're going to be doing doesn't involve clothes so that should be the least of your worries.”

“JACKMAN!”

“What!? What'd I say?!”

“Meaning in the morning, I'm not leaving in the same outfit I came in.”

“I have everything that you need already in your hotel room and all you have to do is bring yourself. Your husband can do without having you at home for one night.”

“He’s not even at home.”

“See? Even better. I just want to love up on my girl and give her the attention that she deserves. I have the key with me and was going to let you leave first so we don’t run the risk of anyone seeing you.”

“Looks like I’ll see you soon then.” You replied while smirking as he slipped you the hotel key.

“I shouldn’t be too much longer, and I’m going to wait until she falls asleep. And usually when she’s out, she’s out because she needs all her strength the next morning to stress me the fuck out.” Jack muttered, but you couldn’t help but to laugh.

“I’m serious, I don’t know if a switch finally went off in my brain but overall she’s not a nice person and not a good person. She is literally the definition of what you would call a mean girl.”

“You just finally realized that you deserved better and that definitely isn’t with her.”

“But enough about that. I just can’t wait to have you whimpering my name underneath me.”

—

Once you had gotten to the hotel and parked your car in the parking lot that was on the side of the building, you made your way to the room that Jack set aside for you and when you opened the door, the first thing you did was kick off your shoes.

He hadn’t just gotten you a simple hotel room, but an entire suite and your jaw was on the floor looking around it in awe.

You immediately grabbed your phone and sent him a text letting him know that you were there.

You- Now, Jackson…. An entire suite for just one night? You didn’t need to do all this.

Jack Jack- Yes I did because I want you to be comfortable. My baby girl deserves the best and who's to say that we’re only going to be there for one night?

All you did was laugh to yourself once you finished reading his text and went to explore the other parts of the suite.

Before you knew it, you had dozed off on the couch with the television on simply for background noise waiting for Jack and was woken up by him placing kisses all over your face before reaching the final destination of your lips.

“Hmm? What time is it?” You asked him while looking around for your phone.

“It’s around two, I’m sorry I didn’t think it would take this long.”

“No need to apologize, I got to go to sleep for a little bit so I don’t mind.”

“Mmm hmm, because you’re going to need it. If you aren’t too tired for me, I’m going to need for you to lose these clothes.” He said while helping you stand up and reaching underneath your skirt as he met your lips with yours.

“That can be arranged, but only if you take them off me.” You whispered against his lips when you broke the kiss and all he did was nod.

Jack was now holding onto your hips and eased his way in as he entered you from behind and you were leaning down against the pillow and biting down on your lip hard as you tried your best in order to keep quiet.

You had lost count of how many different positions that he had you in and just knew that he didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon and it wouldn’t surprise you if it started to get light outside either.

As you were whimpering and quietly moaning his name as he pounded into you, all he did was smirk before leaning down to place kisses all along your spine and whisper in your ear.

“My baby is taking me so well, are you going to cum for me?”

You couldn’t form an answer with words and simply nodded.

“Damn, this dick so good it got you speechless?” Jack spoke again and laughed and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes.

Feeling him pull out, you were left confused until you felt his tongue run against your folds as he started eating you out from the back.

“Oh fuck, babe.”

“Stay still, why are you moving away from me?” He asked before going back to his task of making you come undone in front of him.

A few minutes later, you felt him stop once more and he quickly heard your protests before he slid underneath you so that you were now sitting on his face and he wrapped his arms around your thighs in order to keep you in place.

“Be patient because I have all night.” Was the last thing you heard him say before you felt him start to suck on your clit which led to you moaning his name.

You were now laying your head on Jack’s chest as he was drawing shapes on your back and the two of you were in a comfortable silence. You felt yourself dozing off to sleep when you suddenly heard his voice.

“Buttercup?”

“Yes, babe?” You sleepily answered with your eyes still closed.

“I have a question.”

“Go ahead and ask me then.”

“Why don’t you just file for divorce now? You told me that the baby has been born so what is even left for you in that marriage?”

“I just want to make sure that I do it the right way by making sure everything is in place before I do.”

“Babe, money is not an issue because you know I’m going to get you anything that you need or anything that you want. I just don’t like seeing you upset about him all the time. You know that you deserve better so I don’t have to tell you that, but…”

“Money definitely isn’t an issue. I just don’t want anything to happen that would make him want to retaliate against me.”

“Retaliate against you for what? He has a side chick and a baby, so why would he even do that?”

“That’s just how he is, and that’s why he’s such a good businessman. Sadly to say, he’s cut throat and doesn’t show any mercy and I know for a fact it’s to the point where he won’t hesitate to make me miserable. I was never on the receiving end of that, but I feel like once I file for divorce I will be.”

“Baby, all the more reason to get the fuck away from him so we can be together like we want to be. Why do I feel like you’re hesitating? Isn’t this what we talked about and isn’t this what we want? For you to finally move back to Louisville and live with me?”

“I’m not hesitating.”

“Yes you are and you keep giving me excuses. You’re a damn CRNA for fucks sake but moving back you will definitely have a pay cut but right now, you can afford the lawyer and all the fees, but I will pay for you to divorce that asshole, so what excuse are you going to give me now?”

Your eyes were now open as you sat up and looked at him.

“Why are you rushing me?”

“Buttercup, I’m not by any means rushing you. I just don’t want to see you upset all the time about what he’s doing to you.”

“Why are we only talking about me in this situation? You’re asking me what the hold up is on my end, but what is the hold up on yours? You have an entire wife that you need to divorce too, do you not?”

“I do and it’s going to happen, but unlike you I’m not making excuses and hesitating. I’m ready to file for divorce and get away from her, but I’m also waiting on you so hopefully they can be finalized at the same time. I made her sign a prenup, well, Neelam made her sign one so she isn’t getting a damn thing from me. How could you still love someone like that who has fucked you over a countless number of times? He literally got another woman pregnant.”

“And I don’t know that? How many times are you going to remind me? I already feel stupid about still loving someone like that and this conversation isn’t making it any better.”

“I want to be all in with you, but we can’t do that unless some changes are made. I want for you to experience this life with me. This is literally what we talked about when we were seventeen. There is NOTHING left for you and him. If we would have stayed together, I know for a damn fact that we would have been married by now.”

“But would we? You would have probably had to hide me once Gen Now signed you to push that single narrative.”

“What the? Where is that coming from? The first thing that I would have wanted to do was fucking protect you because this life I live isn’t easy and the last thing I would want is you getting hurt by it. Y/N, why can’t you see how much I STILL love you?”

“I… need to leave.”

“What?! It’s six in the morning and you’ve hardly gotten any sleep. I don’t want you driving anywhere and we’re not done talking about this. Why are you running from me? What are you scared of? You know that I’m going to love and protect you and treat you how you deserve to be treated. If anything, I’m the one who should be mad at you because it honestly feels like you’re making it seem like I’m a second choice to Xavier when I for damn sure treat you better than he does.”

“That is NOT fucking fair and you KNOW it. What was I supposed to do? Wait for you? It's not like I intended on him doing that to me!”

“YES!”

“So now I’m being guilt tripped into falling in love with someone else? You had every single opportunity to reach out to me if you really wanted us to be together, but you didn’t. So, why the fuck did you get married in the first place?”

“How was I supposed to know that I would get a second chance? Or at least I’m trying to get a second chance with you, but you are making it so got damn difficult.”

“Then let me help make this easier for you since I’m so difficult. I’m leaving and don’t even bother fucking calling me again.”

“Baby, baby wait. Hold on, just please. Let’s back up for a second.” He pleaded with you as you got up and made your way into the bathroom, but he beat you to it and ended up blocking the doorway. You simply crossed your arms over your chest and looked at him.

“Jackman Thomas, get the fuck out of my way.”

“I’m not losing you for a second time!”

“Too late, because you already did.”

Once you had left the suite, Jack then took the long walk back to his room with Kelsey and was praying that she wasn’t awake quite yet. But once he opened the door, he silently cursed to himself because she was wide awake and looking at him.

“Where were you?” She asked without bothering to say good morning to him.

“I went for a walk, I wasn’t gone long.”

“Hmm, I need to ask you something.”

“Can it wait?”

“No, it can't wait. Who is Y/N to you?”

Now, he wasn’t quite sure what the two of you were anymore.

“I told you that we knew each other in high school, so what’s the big deal?” He asked before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Well, I don’t like her and I don’t want you around her anymore.”

Jack whipped his head around to stare at her in disbelief.

“And who the hell are you to think that you can tell me who I can have around me? And how do you not like her when you don’t know her?”

“I’m your wife and she makes me uncomfortable and you should respect that.”

“She literally didn’t even do anything.”

“Were the two of you just friends in high school or more?”

“Why are you so pressed about this?”

“Answer my damn question.”

“I’m not answering shit until you lose that attitude. It’s like you just wake up and decide how the hell can I get on Jack’s nerves today?”

“You get on my last nerve, do you know how lucky you are to have me as your wife? Other men would jump at the opportunity to have me if I was single.”

“Then go ahead and be single, no one’s fucking stopping you. And I’m lucky? Explain that because I’m not quite understanding.”

“I just want to know what she is to you.”

“She’s my friend and she’s my ex-girlfriend. Are you happy now?”

“WAIT, your ex-girlfriend?!”

“Did I stutter? Now, I’m going to sleep if you don’t mind because I’m still tired.”

“We aren’t done with this!”

“Yes we are because I answered your question and since any man would be lucky to have you, go out and find them and stop bothering me.”

“Well she needs to get the message that you’re my husband and not hers.”

“Hmm, am I?”

“What the hell is wrong with you this morning? You act like I went out and cheated on you.”

“Kelsey, let’s not go there because you did and I took your ass back despite you doing that. But you best believe that if I had known on our wedding day what you had done, we would not be married right now. Truth be told, I should have left your ass at the altar if I knew.”

“I… I apologized about that and I regret it. Why are you still holding it against me?”

“Seriously? You literally cheated on me hours before we said our vows so you can save it.”

It had been over a month since you last talked to Jack and you had simply been going through the motions. You were upset how the two of you ended things, but still felt as if he was rushing you. You had been back to Louisville a few times since you were slowly moving things out of your house that you wanted to take with you and of course, Xavier hadn't noticed anything. Which you weren’t the least bit surprised by.

Urban had been calling you

Clay had been calling you

Neelam had been calling you

And you told each of them the same thing, for right now, you and him were done.

Jack called you nonstop for the first two weeks and then his calls just stopped altogether right along with the texts as well. Thinking about the situation, both of you could have handled the conversation differently and it didn’t have to end with you leaving. But as of right now, you were in a weird headspace. In order to not think too deeply about your feelings about the entire situation, you drowned yourself into working and uploading content to your TikTok that was centered around nursing and working as a CRNA.

Your best friend Taina who you also worked with could tell that something was bothering you and without a second thought you said yes to her asking you out for brunch one day that the two of you had off. You met in nursing school and also went on to get your CRNA certification together and she had been your rock through the entire mess that had been going down with Xavier. However, she didn’t know too much about you and Jack reuniting and after seeing your instagram post a while back, she made note to ask you about it but never did. So she figured now was her opportunity.

The two of you were sitting across from one another and you were sipping on your orange juice as she was eyeing you.

“Y/N….”

“Yes?”

“What has been going on because you haven’t been yourself lately. I get everything with Xavier, and I offered to cut his balls off and feed them to him, but you declined. However, I feel that it’s something else.”

“Hmm, been sleeping with my ex-boyfriend since March.” You casually told her as you were scanning the menu and trying to decide what you were going to eat.

“Hold on, back up. Which ex-boyfriend?” Tania asked because there had been a few of them when the two of you were in college.

“The one I was with when I was in Louisville.” You answered and suddenly her eyes went wide with a realization.

“Hmm, would his name happen to be Jack?”

“Not so loud!” You exclaimed as you shushed her, but all she did was smirk.

“Okay… so? How’s that going? When can I meet him?”

“Well we got into an argument and we haven’t talked to each other in about a month.”

“What? Why?”

“Long story short, both of us are supposed to get divorced and then be together, but it turned into an argument because he said he felt like I was hesitating even though he also has an entire wife.”

“But, let’s be real. What are you waiting for exactly?” Tania asked and all you did was look at her because it seemed like now you didn’t have an answer.

“Y/N, from what you’ve told me over the years about him, he is head over heels in love with you and he wants to be with you so kick Xavier’s ass to the curb and be with someone who you know is going to love you and treat you how you’re supposed to be treated.”

“You’re right, I just don’t know. I’ve gotten comfortable in this life as stupid as that may sound. I know I deserve better, but I cannot open my heart again because I’m scared. What if we break up and we truly end up hating each other? He truly does mean the world to me and I would never in a million years want to hurt him.”

“You say that, but however, the way you two left off with each other made me think that you did hurt him and hurt his feelings. Not saying that he didn’t do the same thing to you, but just talk it out with him. I’m sure he wants to hear from you. He is not Xavier and never will be.”

“I don’t know, he stopped calling me after the first two weeks when I didn’t answer and hasn’t called since.”

“Then you call him and see if he wants to talk. Y/N, the people around you want so much better for you and I’m sad that Xavier has you so brainwashed that you can’t see it.”

“There’s something else….” You started to say as you looked down and started to play with your bracelet.

“What is it?”

“I miss my period and think I might be pregnant.”

“I…. Y/N! When we leave here, the first thing you are going to do is call that man! And I want an update after you do.”

It had been a total of two hours that you had been staring at your phone contemplating on if you were going to pick it up and call Jack.

But once again you were scared. Scared that he was going to reject you and not want to have anything to do with you anymore. But, you knew that you had to try.

You decided to facetime him and it rang for a while before he finally answered.

When you saw him, your breath hitched in your throat and your heart was now beating a mile a minute as you were the first to speak.

“Hi.” Was all you said and you couldn’t quite read his expression.

“Did you need something?” He asked and skipped over the greeting entirely.

“I… just want to talk. I didn’t like how it ended the last time we saw each other.”

“I consistently tried to call you and talk to you for fourteen days, so why do you want to talk now?”

“Because I was mad at you. You were right… about some things and I just wasn’t quite ready to hear it.”

It was quiet for a few seconds as Jack was simply looking at you and you saw Clay walk behind him.

“Look, meet me on the tarmac at LAX around 7 tomorrow morning.” Jack finally spoke up and you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Wait, what?”

“A car will come and pick you up. Pack a few casual outfits, but other than that I got it handled. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Um, okay.”

Without another word the two of you hung up and you simply sat there unsure about what just happened. He seemed annoyed with you which you could understand, but obviously he still wants this just as bad as you do because he answered the phone. You sat there for a few more minutes before you hopped up to run into your walk-in closet to drag out your suitcase.

The next morning, you were now pulling up to the private jet in the car that Jack had sent for you and the butterflies you had been feeling the entire ride on the way here, had now been doubled. He obviously wanted to see you, because why else would he tell you to meet him here? The driver opened the door for you and helped you out of the car as your suitcase was loaded onto the plane. The first one to pop up and greet you was Neelam who quickly went in for a hug.

“I’m so happy you came. He definitely needs a little pick me up. He’s already on the plane so come on.” She said as she squeezed your hand and started to lead you to the steps of the jet, but you stopped walking and she turned back to look at you confused.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

Your eyes simply started to water before giving her an answer, but she saw them and quickly reassured you.

“He’s missed you just as much as you’ve missed him. Don’t worry about what may have happened before, just move forward.

You nodded your head towards her as she went up the steps first as you followed behind her. Once the two of you were on the jet, she went straight to Urban and hit him across the back of his head because he had apparently been eating her fries which you laughed at.

Your eyes were searching for him and saw that he was simply in the back by himself gazing out the window and you started to make your way towards him. Once you reached him, he seemed to be deep in thought and didn’t notice you standing next to him until you ran your hand through his curls. Startled, he looked up at you before standing up and placing you in a giant bear hug.

“I’m sorry.” He quietly said as his head rested on top of yours.

“I am too.” You whispered as you held onto him tighter.

Once the two of you broke apart, he leaned down to place several kisses on your lips which you gladly accepted and that instantly put a smile on your face.

All you heard was whistling and turned around to see Clay and Urban smirking at both of you as Neelam was trying to eat the rest of her fries before Urban got to them.

“It’s about time the lovebirds reunited.”

Everyone got settled and it was soon time for takeoff. You and Jack were cuddled up with each other in the back with him stealing kisses every few minutes and everyone else was scattered throughout the plane.

“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?” You finally asked when the plane had been in the air for a few hours at this point.

“Give me another kiss and I might tell you.”

All you did was shake your head at him before smirking and pulling his face towards yours to grant his wish.

“Okay, so now tell me.”

“You’re coming to Fashion Week with me.”

“Okay?”

“In Paris.” He added on and knew that your facial expression was about to be priceless.

Your eyes then went as big as saucers as you looked at him and all he did was laugh.

“And I got Givenchy to make you a dress that was specially made just for you. We’re getting there a day early just in case adjustments need to be made.”

“Babe…”

“I mean it when I said that I would do anything for you. I just want you to know that.”

You nodded your head at him to acknowledge what he said and he held you tighter as you laid your head on his chest.

“I have to tell you something.” You said as you glanced up at him and he nodded.

“I…. may or may not be pregnant. I missed my period, but I haven’t gotten a chance to take a test yet.” You whispered and all he did was lean down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Whatever comes our way, we’re going to get through it together.”

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anesthesiabae: Paris is always a good idea. Thank you givenchy 💖

jackharlow: 😍😍😍 neelamthadhani: DAMN, if you weren't married and if I was into girls 👀👀 claybornharlow: OH, my good sis ATE! jackharlow: that dress was made for you, LITERALLY tainathecrna: you look so beautiful! my gorgeous girl! urbanwyatt: neelamthadhani I think you might have to fight a couple people to get next to her first neelamthadhani: urbanwyatt all I have to do is distract you with weed, clay with chic-fil-a and jack with a cigar. I'll make it happen.

It was now day three of you being in Paris with Jack and the two of you were on the balcony of your hotel room sitting in a comfortable silence when you finally broke it.

“Are we ever going to talk about that conversation and what was said?” You asked him as you looked at him and he took a deep sigh before nodding.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel as if I was rushing you, that is literally the last thing I want. But, I also need to be honest about my feelings, if neither of us were married, we literally would have gone to Vegas in March and eloped.” Jack honestly said and you couldn’t help but to laugh. 

“At the end of the day, I just want you to be happy. Aren’t you happy when you’re with me?” He asked you as you started to play with his Private Garden ring. 

“Y/N, look at me.” Jack told you as he placed his finger underneath your chin to guide it upwards.

“Jack I….”

“No, you don't have anywhere to be right now, especially anywhere that he is. You are right where you need to be and that’s here with me. Why do you keep running back to him when we both know he's not any good for you? It should have always been the two of us.”

“It's not that simple.”

“But it is that simple, baby and we’ve been through this. I know you’re scared, but it’s going to be okay. I’m not him and will never be. Look me in my eyes and tell me right now that you don't have feelings for me and I promise to never bother you again after this trip is over.”

All you did was stay silent as you were trying to regulate your breathing with him being so incredibly close to you. Your heart was beating a mile a minute as he moved a curl out of your face. Your thoughts were running rampant remembering all those times when your body was under Jack’s and for the first time in many years, you felt that someone actually loved and cared for you.

But you've always felt that way when you were around him.

Jack chuckled to himself when you couldn’t answer him and simply placed a soft kiss on your lips which you eagerly returned. You had your back towards the street and was hoping that no one had seen the two of you. 

“It sure is telling when I fly you out all over the world to experience this life with me when he can't even remember your fucking favorite color or your Starbucks order. Not to mention how you told me last night that you hadn't been fucked that good in years and you only feel that way towards me. Leave him so I can give you the life you deserved. The life that we talked about when we were in high school. Baby, let me take care of you the way I promised you that I would.”

You sat there as you listened to him and knew that he was good at keeping promises and keeping his word. So, what did you have to lose?

This is what you wanted and what you deserved.

“You've gotten so comfortable in being mistreated by him and that ends right now. So, are you going to give me an answer? Because you know you won't want for anything.”

“When I file for divorce, he's going to want half.”

“Let him have it. I have more than enough to take care of you.”

“So, we're really doing this?” You whispered as you placed your arms around him to hug him tighter.

“We’re doing this.” He answered while leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Hmm, the only question now is how your gold digging wife is going to take it.”

“She’ll get over it. She already knows that we dated because she was asking me about you and she kept nagging and of course she got an upset look on her face afterwards. But enough about that. When we both get back home, we’re filing for divorce.”

“And I can’t wait to be with you all the time.” You said as you looked up at him.

He leaned down to kiss you, but you stopped him, figuring that paparazzi were still out and about since it was Fashion Week.

“Babe, let’s go in the suite and off the balcony. We can’t risk anyone seeing us.”

“It’s fine, baby. No one is out here and it’s three in the morning. Just kiss me.”

You woke up in Jack’s arms because you heard your phone repeatedly going off in your ear and quickly heard his protests.

“Baby, turn it off.” You heard him say as he squeezed you tighter.

“I am, give me a minute!” You responded by laughing, but once you saw the numerous notifications your heart dropped.

Jack Harlow seen in Paris at Fashion Week making out with a mysterious woman who is NOT his wife Kelsey!

Your heart rate suddenly increased and you felt like it was getting harder to breathe. Jack noticed that you hadn’t laid back down yet and simply sat up to ask you what was wrong. 

“Baby?”

All you did was shove your phone towards him and he quietly uttered ‘fuck’ under his breath.

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Family Vacation (Joel Miller X Reader)

Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel, pregnancy, jealous reader, insecurity (let me know if i missed any)

Summary (Series): reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah. 

Summary: Pov: family vacation with your family and Joel’s.

Words count: 2.1k

A/N: This series is ending soon so be ready 🥺 This is part 17 of Where It All Starts. But it can also be read as a standalone. I'm so grateful for all of you! Thank you for your comments, reblogs, and likes ❤️ Love you!

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It was a long weekend and the two of you decided to invite your family and Tommy and Flo to have a short vacation out of town together. You and Joel rented a big house for a few days so you could spend the weekend with your family. You and your family separately and decided to meet at the house.

“Sarah’s asleep.” Joel whispered as he looked to the rear view mirror.

*car honked*

“What the fuck is his problem?!” Joel flinched at the honk.

“It’s okay baby, go back to sleep.” You reached Sarah’s hand who was laying on the back seat.

Sarah closed her eyes, hugged her teddy bear tight and went back to sleep.

“I think you’re driving too slow, baby.” You stroked Joel’s upper arm.

“I’m not goin’ any faster than this.” Joel shook his head.

He was driving slow because he didn’t want you and Sarah to be in danger. Not after the accident that broke the two of you apart. 

“We’re not gonna get there on time if you keep driving like this.” You sighed.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not risking you, Sarah and our baby’s lives.” Joel put his right hand on your protruding belly.

Since you reunited with Joel, you tried again for a baby and you were now 6 months pregnant with Joel’s baby. Joel had been very protective of you since the accident and he even got more protective when you told him you were pregnant. 

“How long till we get there?” You looked at the rear view mirror then to Joel.

“3 hours tops.” Joel tapped the steering wheel.

“O-kay.” You yawned. 

Since you got pregnant, you get tired easily. You spent most of your days sleeping, eating, sleeping, eating. Joel had been very supportive and protective. He did most of the chores and cooked for you. You wanted to have a baby gender reveal party to your family and Joel came up with the idea to have this family vacation and surprise them.

“Get some sleep. I know you’re tired.” Joel told you to sleep.

“I’m not.” You gave him a side eye.

But before you knew it, you were already asleep. Your head went limp falling to the right and left. 

“Uh-oh.” Joel panicked as he saw your head falling down to your shoulder.

Joel drove with his left hand while his right held your head trying to straighten it up so your neck wouldn’t hurt when you woke up later. His head moved back to back looking at you and the highway. 

“Hmm?” You suddenly opened your eyes. Joel chuckled.

“How long did I sleep?” You rubbed your eyes and yawned.

“Uh-2 hours?” Joel looked at his watch.

“Uh-oh.” You suddenly froze and put your hand on your belly.

“What is it?” Joel put his hand on top of yours.

“I need to pee. This is an emergency.” Your baby was kicking on your bladder and you need to pee right now.

“Okay, can you hold it? I think we’re near a rest area.” Joel got both his hands back to the steering wheel and focused on finding a rest area sign.

“Okay, hurry.” You tried your best not to pee in the car.

Joel drove a bit faster and thankfully he was right. There was a rest area near you. He parked right away and took off his seatbelt. Then he ran to you and helped you out of the car. 

“Wait here and watch Sarah. I’ll be fine.” You waddled to the restroom.

You sighed as you peed. Thank goodness it wasn’t too late or you would be peeing in your car. When you waddled back to your car, Joel was leaning on the car door waiting for you. Crossing his arms and smiling at you. You smiled back at him and looked around. Every woman there was staring at him. You waddled faster as you saw a young hot woman walking towards Joel. But you were too late, she got to Joel first. 

"Hi handsome, I was looking at you from there." She pointed at the place she was standing. 

"Hi." Joel just chuckled. 

"What are you doing here standing next to your car, showing off your muscles." Her hands were now on Joel's upper arm caressing his biceps. 

"I'm waiting for my pregnant wife." Joel's eyes moved to see you behind her and dragged her hand off him. 

"Wi-?" She turned her head and saw you. 

You glared at her as your hand supported your back. 

"Sorry." She looked at you up and down and left. 

"What was that?" You were jealous.

"Don't worry about that. Come on." Joel held your hand and helped you get inside the car.

"Were you just flirting?" You glared at him.

"No, baby. She approached me." Joel chuckled.

"Why are you laughing? Is this a joke?" You raised your voice. 

"Shh, baby. You're gonna wake Sarah." Joel turned his head to the back seat to check on Sarah. 

"Did you get her number?" You asked him.

"No, I didn't get her number and  I didn't give her anythin'." Joel faced you. 

"Don't you ever let other women touch you again, promise?" You gave him your pinky.

"You're my only one, baby. I promise." He linked his pinky to yours.

Even though you and him had pinky promised, you were still anxious. You remembered how the woman looked so sexy and you were now heavily pregnant and so round. You were insecure and you were scared that he might not find you attractive anymore. 

Another hour passed and you finally arrived at the destination. 

"Hi!" Your mom and dad waved their hand from the porch since they arrived earlier. 

“Hi mom, hi dad.” You hugged your mom and dad one by one.

“Hi there, my favorite granddaughter!” Your dad crouched and lifted Sarah.

“Grandpa!” Sarah cupped her grandpa’s cheeks.

“How are you doing, honey?” Your mom rested her hand on your lower back and walked inside the house with you.

“Tired all the time.” You chuckled.

“Sit here. I’ll get you some drinks.” Your mom sat you on the couch and got you a glass of the juice she made.

“Thanks, mom.” You sipped on the juice.

“Can we take the first-floor master bedroom? Can’t let my wife climb the stairs too much.” Joel asked with your luggage in his hand.

“Yes, of course.” Your mom nodded.

“Thank you, Joel.” You smiled at him. 

While Joel moved the stuff in the bedroom, you heard a knock. 

“I’ll get it.” Your mom asked you to stay seated

“Hi!” It was Tommy and Flo.

“Hi! Come in!” Your mom invited them in.

“Hey!” You turned your head to look at them and smiled.

Then Tommy moved the luggage inside and looked for Joel. 

“You’re big.” Flo sat next to you and her eyes widened as she saw your belly.

“I know.” You chuckled.

“You want to touch it?” You took her hand and put it on your belly.

“That’s weird.” Flo chuckled.

“I’m growing a baby inside me, Flo.” You gave her a side eye.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry.” She giggled.

“This will be you soon.” You moved your hand in circles pointing at your very pregnant belly.

“No way!” She bumped your upper arm.

The day was spent to unpack and when you finished, it was almost dinner time.

“I think we need to prepare dinner, girls. It’s almost dinner time.” Your mom called from the kitchen.

You were laying on the bed to get some rest after unpacking. You groaned as you tried to get up. 

“Uh-Joel.” You called for Joel.

“Yeah, baby?” Joel stood up from the floor. He was unpacking his luggage.

“I can’t get up.” You tried to get up but you couldn’t because of how big your belly was.

Joel chuckled as he looked at you.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“You look like a turtle, baby.” You knew he was holding himself from bursting into laughter.

“A turtle?” You started to tear up because of what he said.

“Hey, hey, I was just jokin’ baby.” He rushed to you and sat on the edge of bed.

“I’m sorry baby. It was just a joke. You’re beautiful, baby. You’re not a turtle.” Joel stroked your head then your belly.

You sobbed as you wiped your tears from your cheeks. You were already insecure about your body and now he joked like that.

“Baby..You know I didn’t mean that.” He wiped your tears with his thumb.

 You nodded and pouted. 

“Come on, I’ll help you up.” Joel put his arm behind your back and helped you sit.

He waited there and rubbed your back until you stopped crying. 

“Mom’s probably waiting.” You snorted and stood up.

Joel rested his hand on your back and supported you as you walked to the kitchen. Your mom and Flo were already preparing some meat, drinks, and everything while your dad, Tommy and Sarah were in the yard setting up the grill. 

“Joel! We need help!” Tommy shouted from the yard so Joel left you in the kitchen.

“Sit, honey. Your back must be killing you.” Your mom rubbed your back.

“I’m okay, mom.” You smiled. Your mom always cared for you and you were grateful for that.

“Okay, I think we should move these.” Flo passed you a plate of meat and she took another one too.

The three of you then moved everything to the yard. The boys had the grill and table all set up. You took a seat and your stomach was growling. Joel heard it so he stood up right away and started grilling the meat and sausages. He put the cooked ones on a plate and passed it to you first before anyone else. 

“Thank you, baby.” You sighed in relief.

You ate right away because you were hungry. Then suddenly Sarah ran to her dad close to the grill.

“Sarah!” You hurriedly put your plate on the table and stood up to stop her.

But before you ran to her, Joel turned his head and blocked her daughter from getting near the hot grill. 

“Don’t get too close, babygirl.” 

“I wanna see!” Sarah jumped. 

“Okay, you can see but don’t touch it okay?” Joel carried her with one arm and the other one continued grilling. 

“That was close.” You sighed as you rested your hand on your stomach. 

“Beers? Everyone?” Tommy came with a lot of cans of beer in his arms.

“Me! Me!” Flo raised her hand.

“Me too!” Your dad grabbed one of the beers from Tommy.

“Ugh-I crave for beer.” You groaned.

“You can’t have one, mama.” Joel glared at you as he grilled.

You squinted your eyes to him and took a bite of your sausage. 

You and your family spent the night eating at the yard, enjoying the night, talking, laughing, singing while Joel played the guitar, and looking at the moon. Then it was time for you to reveal your baby’s gender. 

“It’s dessert time!” You brought a box of cupcakes to the yard.

“One person, one cupcake.” You opened the box and asked everyone to take one.

“Don’t eat it yet, daddy!” You stopped your dad. 

“I want everyone to get a bite when I count to three, okay?” 

Everyone was confused but they listened to you.

“Okay, one, two, three.” Everyone ate the cupcake. 

You baked the cupcakes yourself and you filled the filling with color according to your baby’s gender. Blue for a boy, pink for a girl. Joel didn’t know yet. You asked your doctor not to tell him because you wanted to surprise him and your family. 

“Hmm..This is so good.” Your dad mumbled. He always loved sweets and your cakes.

“Thanks dad.” You chuckled.

“Why does it have to be blue?” Tommy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he looked at the cupcake in his hand.

You just raised your eyebrows and put your hand on your stomach. You were having a boy and everyone hadn’t had any clue yet.

“Wait. A boy?” Joel finally had a clue.

You nodded excitedly. 

“Oh my God! Baby!” Joel ran towards you and hugged you tight.

“Whoa!” You hugged him back.

“Oh my babygirl!” Your dad teared up then hugged you after.

“My daughter is having a boy!” Your mom wiped her tears and hugged you. 

“Congratulations.” Tommy hugged you then Flo hugged you too. 

“I’m gonna have a baby brother!” Sarah ran around and jumped excitedly.

“Come here baby.” You called Sarah and hugged her.

“I can’t wait to teach you how to play the guitar, my baby boy.” Joel got on his knees and kissed your belly.

You chuckled as you stroked his head. Your parents held each other and smiled adoring their daughter and their son-in-law. 

To be continued…

A/N: Another pregnancy fic for you! @kelh27

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[neon-lights-and-glitter]

Fight The Feeling- Part 14 Long Way From A Wife And Kids

Summary- Right before New York Fashion week, Jack's song Mockingbird Valley gets released, which includes a line that you don't take in the way Jack meant it.

You and Jack had flown into New York on Thursday night, about a week and a half after the Grammy Awards. Jack was featured on a song with DJ Drama, “Mockingbird Valley” that was coming out shortly after you landed. You tried to stay awake with Jack but ended up falling asleep about 30 minutes before the song came out. Sure, Jack could have just played the song, but you wanted to be surprised. And when you listened to the song the next day, you certainly were, but not in a good way.

You woke up to several texts about Jack’s song, or more specifically a specific line in the song. At first, you thought everyone was overreacting, so you ignored it. It wasn’t until later in the day when Jack was in the shower that you had a moment to listen to the song. 

“Long way from a wife and kids”

You were pissed yet you didn’t know how to feel at the same time. You wanted to be rational and have a conversation with Jack about the line, but your emotions got the best of you. 

You and Jack had plans to get lunch before going to watch a Chanel runway show. You were already ready as Jack walked out of the bathroom pretty much ready except for throwing on a hoodie. You didn’t acknowledge Jack as he walked into the bedroom which was unlike you.

“Everything okay?” Jack asked, walking over to the bed.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” You said and Jack sighed softly.

“Okay, what did I do?” Jack asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Does “long way from a wife and kids” sound familiar?” You asked sarcastically.

“I can explain.”

“I don’t want your bullshit explanation, Jack. I thought you were taking this seriously and wanted to be with me but you lied to me. You’re making me look like an idiot by being with someone who doesn’t want to be with me. Worse than that, you’re saying you don’t want to have a kid with me when I am currently pregnant with your baby.” 

“It’s not like that. I didn’t mean it in that way. Just give me a chance to explain,” Jack started but you interrupted him.

“Don’t make it worse. Let’s just pretend to love each other, go to lunch and the Chanel show then we can come back to the hotel and you can go back to not wanting to be with me.” Jack sighed, but he knew better than to argue more. 

You were hurt and you felt lied to. Jack knew you needed to get through your initial reaction to the lyrics first, then he knew he could explain and make things right. Plus, it would be easier to do at home anyway.

“I’m going to explain when we get home, and I promise it will make sense,” Jack said and all you did was ignore him, getting up from the bed, grabbing your bag, and walking out the door. Jack sighed before following you.

The city was already filled with paparazzi, but since you were staying in a hotel where several other celebrities were also staying, your building was surrounded. Jack walked in front of you, shielding you from the paparazzi, holding your hand so you didn’t lose each other. Once you got to the car, Jack let you get in first, and as soon as the door was closed you dropped Jack’s hand.

Urban ended up meeting you and Jack for lunch. When you went to the bathroom Urban decided to ask Jack how you reacted to his song.

“So I take it she’s not upset? She’s acting fine.” Urban said and Jack shook his head.

“Oh no, she’s pissed. She yelled at me in the hotel before we left. She’s only acting like she’s not angry since we’re in public.” You, Jack, and Urban were in the corner of the restaurant where you could be seen, but you weren’t close enough to anyone else so they couldn’t hear you.

“Even after you explained?”

“No, she won’t let me explain.

“Dude. You know as soon as you explain it everything will be fine.”

“She won’t let me. I’m just going to let her be pissed at me until we get home, then I’ll explain.”

“I mean if you think that’s what’s right, but I don’t,” Urban said before Jack nodded his head, signaling that you were coming back. Urban changed the subject.

“I’m ready whenever you two are,” You said, Jack had already paid so the three of you left and made your way to the Chanel show. 

Watching the show was uneventful. It was nice to not think about the situation with Jack for a short time. Even if you wanted to shrug off his arm that was around your shoulders the whole time. 

Once you and Jack returned to the hotel, you immediately got ready for bed, almost completely ignoring Jack until you were getting in bed. Jack had gotten ready for bed at the same time, already lying in bed.

“Goodnight,” You said as you turned away from Jack.

“Goodnight,” Jack said, sighing softly.

The next morning was spent trying to ignore Jack and for the first time, Jack let you. You were walking in one of the two runway shows you were in that night and Jack didn’t want to make you more upset so he left you alone.

You had to be at the venue early in the afternoon to get your hair and makeup done, so Jack decided to meet you there a little later. As soon as you left, Jack placed an order for dinner from the pizza place you ate from the night you met, which happened to become your favorite pizza place in New York.

On his way to the venue, Jack made sure to stop by a local florist where he had ordered you a bouquet of flowers a week prior. 

As soon as he walked into the venue, he showed his credentials to be allowed backstage, asking to be led to your private dressing room. Not many models received private dressing rooms, but you would occasionally still experience morning sickness as a side effect of your pregnancy so it was something you asked for before you agreed to do the show. Luckily the venue was able to accommodate and the brand agreed to your request. 

Jack knocked softly on the door.

“Come in.” You called out, looking into the mirror that was in front of you so you could see who walked in. You sighed softly when you saw Jack walk in, closing the door behind him.

“Hi. I’ll leave you alone after this if you want, but I wanted to give you these.” Jack said, handing out the bouquet so you could take it. “They aren’t apology flowers or anything. They are just simply I’m proud of you flowers. Even though I’m sure you hate me right now, and I don’t blame you, I wanted you to know that I’m extremely proud of you. I’m saving the I’m sorry for when we get home.”

“Thank you.” You smiled softly as you took the flowers. “I also don’t hate you, I could never. I’m mad at you, but I don’t hate you. You can stay in here, I already double-checked that your seat was reserved.” Jack nodded as he sat down.

“Oh, and I might have ordered pizza from our favorite place that will be delivered to the hotel right about when we get back.” 

“That is the best thing you could have done.”

“Ordering pizza?” Jack asked and you nodded.

“Yes, I have been craving that pizza since the last time I was in New York.”

You and Jack sat in your dressing room making small talk. You were still mad at him, but it was less awkward to ignore it for now than to sit in silence. Jack went out to his seat when you were getting your hair and makeup touched up. 

Jack watched as you walked down the runway two separate times, cheering a little louder for you than he cheered for anyone else. Unlike when he surprised you in Paris, he didn’t have to hide his support for you, so he didn’t.

Your second show the next day and the rest of your trip went very similar. Slightly awkward, neither of you wanted to address the lyrics or the fact that you were mad at Jack, but you also couldn’t act like you weren’t.

When you landed back home from New York it was late at night so you and Jack went to your apartments. You wanted a little time alone to think about everything and even if it didn’t help you figure out the situation, you did feel better after. 

The next day you had a doctor’s appointment which Jack came to. When he dropped you off at your apartment, he walked you to your door.

“Um, can I come in and maybe explain everything?” Jack asked nervously, one of his hands playing with something that was in his pocket.

“Yeah,” You said hesitantly, you weren’t sure if you were ready to talk about the lyric, but you wanted to get it over with. Jack followed you into your apartment, both of you sitting on the couch.

“I know you probably want to yell at me, and I don’t blame you, but can I explain first, and then if you still want to yell at me you can?” Jack asked and you nodded.

“Yes, you can explain first.”

“I wrote the line ‘long way from a wife and kids’ after we broke up but before I found out about the baby. It wasn’t meant to be a dig at you or saying that I never wanted to marry you. It was coming from a place of I knew how much I hurt you and how upset that made me. I fucked up our relationship so badly and I knew that it was going to take me a while to get over losing you. I wasn’t going to be ready to marry or have kids with anyone for awhile. I didn’t know if I would ever want to marry or have kids with someone other than you.” Jack explained. 

“Jack,” You started but he cut you off.

“I’m not done yet. I did want to marry you. I planned on it. This isn’t a proposal, but I even got you a ring.” Jack said, pulling the ring box out of his pocket. He opened it before he handed it to you. “I had the ring for a little while, I just didn’t know how I wanted to propose so I never got a chance to. I still do want to marry you, I never stopped wanting to marry you and one day I think I will get to marry you. I want you to have this ring because when I do get to propose, I don’t want to do it with the same ring I bought you before I cheated on you. I did buy it for you though. I don’t have to propose to give you a ring”

You didn’t say anything, you weren’t sure what you wanted to say.

“You don’t have to tell me how you feel right now.” Jack told you.

“Can I have some time to think? I don’t know what to say.”

“Of course. Do you want me to leave so you can have some time alone?” Jack asked and you nodded. “Okay, let me know when you’re ready to talk. If you need anything, call me okay?” You nodded before Jack left your apartment.

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[coilovesskz]

Pumpkin - HYUNJIN

pairing: bf!non idol!hyunjin x f!reader

genre: tooth rotting fluff, non idol AU, School AU

word count: 1k

warnings: mentions of food

A/N : Second post and i’m not so sure how I feel about this… confidence is already dropping smh💔. feed back is appreciated!!

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“Come on… it’ll be fun!” Hyunjin pleaded, slightly pouting when you didn’t respond right away.

You two had been dating for 6 months, however you have been friends for 3 years. Obviously, you knew his adorable pouting was a ploy to make you give in to him.

There was a fall festival going on in town, about 15 minutes away from your place. It has pumpkin picking, painting, and carving, hay rides, a haunted house, and so much more. It looked like so much fun, so who wouldn’t want to go?

Well for you, fall meant one thing. Exams. You had been studying for the upcoming exams for about 2 weeks. You take school very seriously, so studying meant not getting enough sleep and not eating or resting properly.

Obviously, your very attentive boyfriend picked up on these habits. So he did some searching, and suggested the festival to you. He knew that you were going to be hard to convince, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying.

“Sorry babe, but I have to study. Those test are coming up soon you know?” You say, glancing at him before looking back at your books.

“I know that, but you’ve been studying for a long time, and as your boyfriend, I think you need a break” He sighs, before continuing.

“You’re not eating or sleeping enough baby, you’ve been so tired you know. I just want you to not burn yourself out” He finishes, rubbing your cheek with his finger gently.

You look at him with a look of conflict in your eyes, knowing he’s coming from a good place. You know he’s right. You have been a little bit more tired than usual, and eating has definitely not been your top priority lately.

“Ok, i’ll go with you.” you mutter, smiling when you see hyunjin jump off the edge of your bed in happiness.

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“We’re here, y/n” Hyunjin whispers, in an attempt to wake you up. You have no idea when you fell asleep, but when you open your eyes you’re welcomed to the sight of a field, full of other couples on dates, friend groups, and laughing children.

The place is decorated well, with a lot of pumpkins and little halloween things. You can see the corn maze from here, taking a mental note of the location.

Hyunjin gets out of the car, walking over to your door to open it. He takes your hand into his before walking you guys towards the entrance.

“Two adult tickets please.” He says, before handing the staff member 20$.

“Oh it’s ok, you don’t have to pay for me” you protest. In your past relationships, they’ve always made you pay for yourself. But with Hyunjin, everything was different. If he could, he would have you never lift a finger.

“No, i’m the one who recommended this place to you, I should be the one to pay for it.” he replies, shrugging off your suggestion, grabbing your hand and walking away before you could further protest.

“What do you want to do first y/n” He ask, looking down at you, waiting for your response.

You pretend to think about it before telling him that you wanted to do the corn maze first, knowing it would take the longest out of all of the activities here.

“Ok baby” He replies, grabbing your hand at walking off, completely forgetting the fact that he has no idea where it is.

Before he could turn around and ask a staff member, you point towards the sign post showing the directions to the attractions before giggling at the rose pink blush that found its way onto his cheeks.

You guys eventually make it there and through the corn maze, not without shaving off 30 minutes due to how much time it took to not get lost.

“Crap, we lost a lot of time. What do you want to do next Hyunjin?” you asked him. A smile formed on his lips as he grabbed your wrist and started lightly sprinting.

“Ok, what do you want to carve? We can have matching pumpkins and put them in front of our houses.” He requested, looking at you longingly.

You chuckled at how adorable the sight was, before obviously agreeing.

After the two of you finished your carvings, you had to call it a day after doing the haunted house. Don’t worry, he didn’t forget about your donuts.

In the car, you stare out the window, unconsciously rubbing your pumpkin. However, your boyfriends eyes are fixated on you, staring at your beautiful features.

“I..” he started, catching your attention. You waited patiently for him to finish his thought.

“I love you” he said, quickly turning his head back towards the road in order not to crash the car.

“I love you too.” You stated, not breaking eye contact with him when he looks at you with glossy eyes.

The rest of the car ride is a comfortable silence, just you two and your pumpkins.

Hyunjin drops you off at your house, giving you a deep kiss on your lips before driving off,

You walk over to your house, placing your pumpkin with your the both of your initials etched into it on the step so it would be visible, before noticing a little white on the bottom of it.

You turn over the pumpkin to see a polaroid a staff member had taken of you two when you guys completed the corn maze taped to the bottom.

You take off the polaroid, tears pricking your eyes as you turn in around and read the message.

“I love you y/n. I will always care about you in this life and every single one after. Take care, love”

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back to the surface.. 🫧🌊

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[bultaoreunheyyy]

It's not a mountain, it's a butte (2/2)

Title: It’s not a mountain, it’s a butte (2/2)

Word Count: 4800

Summary: Jungkook loves hiking. He absolutely loves being in nature– even if nature does not love him back. And today, on a very rare occasion, all six of his best friends are joining him for a short hike that he’s been planning for months. It does not go quite as planned. 

Sickie: Jungkook (snz, allergies, asthma) 

Caretakers: OT7

A/N: I originally said this would be a 3-chapter story but I have decided to only post the first 2 chapters, and I will be posting the third as a separate fic/kinda sequel-y fic later on

Read Chapter 1 HERE

At the car, Jungkook climbs into the backseat and tosses the keys into the front. “I don’t know who’s driving, but it’s not me,” he says. 

With a chuckle, Taehyung hops behind the wheel and Namjoon gets into the passenger seat next to him. Seokjin slides into the back next to Jungkook, and as soon as he’s buckled Jungkook leans over and tucks his face into the crook of his neck.

“You’re getting snot on me,” Seokjin gripes, but he doesn’t make Jungkook move, and Jungkook falls asleep less than five minutes into their drive back home, snoring away against Seokjin’s shoulder. 

Back home, no one really wants to wake Jungkook up.

“Carry him inside, Namjoon,” Seokjin suggests.

“Why are you always trying to get me to carry him?” Namjoon whispers back.

“Gotta wake him up gently,” Taehyung says, opening Jungkook’s door. “We don’t want him getting startled and coughing a bunch.”

He unbuckles Jungkook and cards his hands through his hair. “Jungkook? Wake up, Jungkookie. We’re home.” He gently strokes the side of his face, frowning when his thumbs brush beneath his eyes. “Poor thing is all swollen and puffy,” he says.

“Not puffy,” comes Jungkook’s stuffy, sleepy reply. He turns away from Taehyung, trying to curl up in the seat. 

“You can sleep when we get inside,” Taehyung tells him. “There’s a nice comfy couch with your name on it. Soft blankets, plush pillows, a full box of tissues within reach. Hey, I’ll even make you some nice hot tea to sip on. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like a lot of work,” Jungkook replies. “I’ll stay here.” 

Taehyung hoists Jungkook upright by the armpits. “Let’s go.”

“Uh-uh.” Jungkook lets his head loll against Taehyung’s body, snuffling against his shoulder. 

“Jungkook, let’s go.” 

Taehyung sighs into the top of Jungkook’s hair. He cranes his neck, quickly pecking Jungkook on the cheek, and when Jungkook still doesn’t move he does it again, making a loud smacking sound as he presses his lips against the skin, peppering sloppy kisses all over the side of his face.

“Okay, okay,” Jungkook groans, opening his eyes and leaning away from the attack. “I’m fucking going.” 

He stumbles out of the car and stretches his arms up above his head, yawning.

“I feel like I just hiked 20 kilometers uphill,” he groans, shuddering when a sudden tickle teases at the edge of his nostrils. He sniffs sharply, which only makes the tickle worse, causing it to spread rapidfire throughout his sinuses. Quickly, he grabs the collar of his t-shirt, pulls it up to cover the lower half of his face, and sneezes wetly inside of the fabric. “Ugh. Gross.” 

“Agreed,” Jimin says, looking thoroughly disgusted. He puts his hand on the small of Jungkook’s back. “Come on, let’s get indoors.” 

At the door, they shed their hiking boots and sneakers, verbally fighting over the bathrooms for who gets to wash up first. 

Seokjin nudges Jungkook in the direction of his own bedroom. “Go shower first. You can use mine and Namjoon’s. There are fresh towels in there already.” 

“Damn,” Jungkook grins. He yawns and rubs his forearm over his eyes. “Can I use your fancy shampoo and shit, too?”

Namjoon nods at him, but Seokjin is shaking his head. “No. Absolutely not. Now, go take a shower before I change my mind!” 

“I need to stretch,” Taehyung says, plopping down in the middle of the living room floor. “My calves are aching.” 

“I’m hungry.” Hoseok rubs his stomach and looks hopefully at Seokjin. “Should we make something to eat?”

Seokjin rolls his eyes, but makes his way toward the kitchen, mumbling to himself. 

Jimin follows Jungkook down the hall. He finds Jungkook in Seokjin and Namjoon’s bathroom, and leans against the door, watching Jungkook blow his nose into some toilet paper.

“Need my help with anything? I’m happy to hop in the shower with you,” Jimin offers. 

Jungkook waggles his eyebrows. “Of course you are, Jiminie.” He peels off his shirt, and Jimin flushes bright red.  

“Grow up,” he groans. “I’m being serious! What if you sneeze and knock your head against the shower wall and give yourself a concussion?” 

“That happened one time and none of you are going to let me forget that, are you?” Jungkook grumbles. 

There’s a knock on the bedroom door, and then a second later Hoseok comes into the bathroom. “Everything okay in here?”

“Is everyone trying to see me naked? I’ll send a picture to the group chat, it will be more efficient,” Jungkook smirks. 

“Oh– sorry, Kookie. We’ll give you your privacy,” Hoseok replies sheepishly, but Jungkook shakes his head and turns the shower on. 

“No, I’m just kidding. It’s okay.” He cranks the water as hot as it will go. “You guys can stay if you want.” He sticks his head partway into the shower and takes a long, deep inhale, breathing in the steam that’s already clouding up the bathroom. “Oh, this is gonna clear me out fast,” he says with a sudden sniffle. He spins around, one hand cupped over his mouth, and sneezes twice. 

Jimin unravels a wad of toilet paper and hands it to him. Jungkook holds it under his dripping nose, sniffling and reaching up to scrub at his eyes with his free hand. He sneezes again, wipes his nose with the tissue, and then tosses it into the trash can before stripping off his shorts and boxers and stepping into the shower.

Once Jungkook is in the shower, Jimin and Hoseok hop up on the counter to sit. Soon, they’re singing loudly, harmonizing with each other as they serenade Jungkook. Jungkook laughs and tries to join in, but singing irritates his throat and makes him cough so they make him stop after one song.

Jimin suddenly pauses and sniffs the air. “Hey,” he says. “Are you using Seokjin’s shampoo?”

“Oh, let him,” Hoseok says, lightly slapping his thigh. “Seokjin won’t miss a little bit of it.”

Jungkook is quiet, not responding, but Jimin and Hoseok can hear the sound of him sniffling frequently. It’s not long before he gasps loudly and then launches into a messy sounding fit of sneezes. Each one is long and drawn out, sneeze after congested sneeze that’s followed by thick sniffles– it’s as if the more Jungkook sneezes, the more stuffed up he gets, which is the opposite he’d been hoping for by taking a hot shower. 

“You okay in there?” Jimin asks after Jungkook sneezes a dozen more times, seemingly without any relief.  

Again, Jungkook doesn’t respond, only sneezes loudly and then huffs out a frustrated moan. They can hear him trying to blow his nose, probably into his hands, which makes Jimin both shudder and frown in sympathy.  

“Sounds like you’re finally getting cleared out in there,” Hoseok comments with a chuckle.

“Ew,” Jimin comments. 

“Fuck off,” Jungkook responds, still sounding incredibly stuffed up despite all the sneezing and nose blowing. He sneezes a few more times, and then coughs, the sound rattling in his chest.  

“Okay, save some water for everyone else,” Jimin says, but Jungkook is already reaching for the handle to turn the water off. 

He leans out to grab a towel and then immediately sneezes three times into it.

Jimin sighs. “Uh…want a clean towel?”

Jungkook ignores him, which prompts Hoseok to burst into laughter, Jimin joining him even though he’s lowkey disgusted by the fact that Jungkook is using the towel he just sneezed into to dry himself off.

When Jungkook emerges, towel wrapped around his waist, he’s still partially dripping with water.

Jimin sighs again. “Come here,” he says, holding up a second towel. He spins Jungkook around and dries his hair first, then wipes it over the expanse of his back and shoulders and along the sides of his arms. 

“I’m gonna borrow some of Joon’s clothes,” Jungkook says mischievously once he’s deemed properly dried off by Jimin, going out into the room and digging through Namjoon’s dresser. 

Hoseok and Jimin exchange a look behind his back. Any time Jungkook wants to wear someone else’s clothes, it’s a sure sign that he’s feeling like shit. It’s not a surprise, exactly, but it’s still worrisome all the same considering the day he’s already had so far. 

“Why don’t you go shower next?” Hoseok says to Jimin, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I’ll go after you.” 

Jimin nods, heading into the bathroom, and Hoseok lounges on the bed under the pretense of waiting for the shower even though they all know he’s really wanting to keep an eye on Jungkook.

“Don’t tell Namjoon I’m wearing his underwear,” Jungkook whispers to Hoseok as he holds up a pair of Namjoon’s boxers.

“You’re so weird,” Hoseok laughs. 

They can hear Jimin humming loudly in the shower, and Jungkook smiles as he pulls on the boxers, going over to the bathroom door and hanging his towel over the knob before he returns to the dresser for the rest of his outfit. He picks out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, then digs through the closet until he finds an oversized hoodie that Hoseok has never even seen Namjoon wear before, but looks faded and well-worn. The whole time Jungkook is putting Namjoon’s clothes on, he coughs throughout, a dry, irritated sound. 

“I really liked that hike,” Hoseok says, lying back and staring up at the ceiling. “Way better than that hike you dragged me on two months ago– do you remember how steep that trail was?” 

Jungkook laughs and coughs into a fist. “That was nothing. The elevation gain today was hardly anything, you’re just out of shape.” 

Grabbing a pillow, Hoseok throws it in Jungkook’s direction without looking to aim, laughing at himself when he hears it thump onto the floor, clearly without hitting its target. He sits up and narrows his eyes. “I’m not out of shape. I just don’t walk up steep hills for fun.”   

“Nobody walks up steep hills for fun,” says Jimin, coming out of the bathroom, already done with his quick shower. He grins at Jungkook. “Except for Kookie, of course.” 

While Hoseok goes to take his turn in the shower, Jimin and Jungkook head out to the living room, where Namjoon is just finishing pulling the couch out into a sofa. 

“All this for me?” Jungkook asks, flopping down onto the expanded couch. “Thanks, Joon.”

“It’s because you take up so much room on your own,” Taehyung says, coming into the living room, hair still damp from his own shower. 

“Fair,” Jungkook replies. 

Taehyung climbs onto the couch with him and tucks pillows behind their heads for them. “We should watch a movie or something.” 

Jimin joins them, armed with blankets and a box of tissues, and Namjoon heads down the hall to shower and change. 

“Want a blanket?” Jimin asks, settling down on Jungkook’s other side and spreading a fleece throw blanket out over their laps. He tucks the tissue box under his arm and rests his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. 

Jungkook, tucked between Jimin and Taehyung, yawns and then sniffles, bobbing forward with a sneeze so small and stuffy it only seems to come out halfway, blocked by the congestion packing his sinuses. 

Jimin passes him a tissue. “Bless you.” 

“Thanks.” Jungkook turns to Taehyung and scrunches up his nose, sniffling again. “Tae,” he whines. “You didn’t make me tea like you promised.” 

“That’s because Seokjin beat me to it,” Taehyung grins.

Sure enough, not two minutes later, Seokjin comes out of the kitchen carrying a steaming mug that he sets down on the coffee table in front of Jungkook. “It’s hot,” he warns. “Wait a few minutes for it to cool first.” 

Seokjin goes back into the kitchen and returns with a tray of food. “It’s not really a proper lunch, but it’s food,” he says. “Namjoon, Yoongi and I already ate so that’s for you three to share with Hoseok.” 

“You’re the best,” Jungkook says, eagerly, rubbing his stomach as it growls loudly.   

Seokjin goes to shower, and the three of them sit up and eat, setting aside a portion for Hoseok before quickly devouring the food. When he’s done eating, Jungkook picks up the mug of tea, which is still a bit too hot to drink, and alternates between breathing in the steam and blowing across the top of the liquid to cool it down.

Hoseok is the next to join them, digging into his food like he hasn’t eaten anything at all the entire day, and he’s completely finished by the time Namjoon returns from his shower. 

“Namjoonie,” Jungkook whines out congestedly. “Will you do that massage thing on my sinuses?” He’s vaguely aware that he’s being extra whiny all of a sudden, and maybe a little too needy, but he doesn’t care very much because he’s so tired. 

“Of course,” Namjoon agrees. He climbs onto the couch and pulls Jungkook against his chest so that he’s partially reclined, and then moves his hands to Jungkook’s face.

“Just relax,” he tells Jungkook, passing him a tissue before he begins. “And no sniffing stuff back up into your nose.”

Jungkook nods and closes his eyes, letting the tension drain from his body. Almost immediately, he feels his nose start to drip, and he fights the urge to sniffle, instead holding the tissue under his nostrils. He can’t help but moan in relief as Namjoon hits all the good spots, using his thumbs to massage circles at Jungkook’s temples and down the sides of his nose.

“You’re so stuffed up,” Namjoon tuts worriedly. 

“Nghh. Oh, fuck yes,” Jungkook responds. “That feels so fucking good.” 

“Ooh, Jungkook is getting it good,” Taehyung smirks.

“Yes. Fuck, yes, I really am,” Jungkook agrees, his breath hitching slightly as he presses the tissue firmly against his septum. The massage feels so good, and each time Namjoon swipes his thumb down the side of his nose it relieves the pressure that’s been building in his sinuses all day. The only downside, however, is the fact that everything is starting to come out, and it’s starting to tickle, and Jungkook knows the glorious massage will be cut short any moment now because–

Jungkook sneezes abruptly, making Namjoon jump behind him.

He sneezes again. 

“Bless you.” Jimin pats his thigh through the blanket and stares at him. “Oh, here comes another one.” 

Jungkook squints in irritation and then coughs harshly. “You scared it away. Ugh.” 

Jimin sticks out his lower lip, looking only slightly apologetic. “Nah, it’s still there.” 

With a wet sniffle, Jungkook sits up enough to let Namjoon out, and then he slumps back against his pillow, tissue still clutched tightly to his nose. He barely has time to thank Namjoon before his breath is hitching again, and then he’s sneezing a dozen times in a row.

Eventually, the sneezes turn into coughs, and Jungkook drops his tissue into his lap, grabs a few new ones from the box, and then ducks into the crook of his elbow, curling in on himself and leaning heavily against Taehyung’s side. He coughs and coughs and coughs, keeping the sleeve of his hoodie pressed tightly against his mouth until the coughing finally subsides and he can suck in a deeper, albeit wheezy, breath. 

“Goodness, Koo,” Jimin worries. “You’re really going through it today, huh?” 

“Sounds like you’ve got more sneezes in there,” Taehyung comments and he listens to Jungkook snort and snuffle into his sleeve. 

“No thanks.” Jungkook rubs the tip of his nose gingerly. “I’m so done with sneezing today.” 

Seokjin comes into the living room, his hair washed and blow dried and perfectly styled. He sits on the edge of the couch by Jungkook’s feet and picks up the mug of tea from the coffee table. ‘Isn’t this cool by now?” He asks, taking a small sip to test it himself. He nods to himself and passes it over to Jungkook. 

Jungkook leans forward just enough so he’s technically sitting up and sips the tea. It feels heavenly on his throat and it’s the perfect temperature, and he’s done with it in no time. He lets Jimin take the empty mug from him when he’s done, and then he blows his nose and before settling back down. 

He lies down on the couch, wrapped up in a second blanket that’s more for comfort than anything. Jimin and Taehyung cuddle up on either side, lightly complaining about how hot it is, but Jungkook just happily snuggles into his blanket and turns on the TV.

“Jungkook!” 

Yoongi’s voice rings out sharply from somewhere down the hall, and he emerges a few moments later looking pissed off. In one hand he has a cup of water, and his other hand is open, palm facing up.

“Jungkook, what the fuck is this?”

“Is it a trick question?” Jungkook asks around a yawn. He squints, trying to see what Yoongi is holding. “Looks like water and…your Adderall?” He guesses. 

“It’s– what? No!” Yoongi sputters. He holds the pill up between his thumb and forefinger. “It’s your allergy pill. The same pill that you insisted that you took this morning. It was sitting on the counter by the sink.” 

“Oh.” Jungkook sits up slowly and takes the pill from him sheepishly, ducking his head. “I guess I forgot to take it this morning…”

Yoongi crosses his arms. “Well, you can take it now, then.”

“Um.” Jungkook swallows like he’s nervous. “Actually, if I take it now, it will be kind of useless, since I’m just gonna stay inside for the rest of the day and then take one tomorrow morning, so…” He holds the pill back out to Yoongi.

Jimin and Taehyung snort on either side of him.

“Right.” Yoongi’s expression is unreadable, and it makes Jungkook shift around nervously. He takes the pill back from Jungkook and turns around, marching back down the hall to presumably put the pill back in Jungkook’s bathroom. 

“He is so pissed,” Taehyung says. He nudges Jungkook’s shoulder with his. “I can’t believe you didn’t even take your meds this morning!” 

“No wonder you had such a hard time,” Jimin says. “Although, I’m pretty sure all the trees and flowers and everything would have set you off anyway.” 

“He’s scary when he’s mad,” Jungkook says, looking guilty as he lies back down. “How long do you think he’s gonna be mad at me?”

“Oh, please,” Jimin laughs. “The next time you smile at him, he’ll forgive you.” 

Jungkook sniffles, an unproductive, congested sound, and clears his throat. He shifts to get comfortable, and then glances around the room until his gaze settles on Hoseok. “Seokie?”

Hoseok looks over. “Yeah?”

“Can you please bring me another blanket?” 

“Of course, Jungkookie.” 

When Hoseok brings him a blanket, Jungkook rearranges the three blankets he now has– he uses one to cover himself, the second to put back over his, Taehyung and Jimin’s laps, and then the third he lays over his upper half, pulling it up to his nose and nuzzling into the soft fabric. 

“We’re gonna overheat,” Taehyung complains. 

“We’re cozy,” Jungkook retorts. He yawns, his eyelids drooping, but a moment later Yoongi comes back out into the living room and he stiffens, swallowing hard. 

Jungkook clears his throat. “Hey, Yoon?”

Yoongi pauses, halfway to the kitchen. He turns and looks at Jungkook, eyes narrowed. 

“Will you do me a favor?” Jungkook bats his eyelashes in the older man’s direction, and he sees the moment Yoongi folds, his expression softening almost instantly. 

“What do you need?” 

“Will you pretty please bring me my backpack? I want to get my camera and look at the pictures I took today.” 

No matter how frustrated Yoongi might be with Jungkook, he knows he’ll never say no to him– something he may or may not use to his advantage every once in a while. 

Sure enough, Yoongi wordlessly brings him his backpack from where it’s sitting in the entryway. He comes up behind Jungkook, setting the backpack on the back of the couch so he can unzip it, and pulls out Jungkook’s camera.

“Here,” he says. He holds the camera out so Jungkook can take it. 

“Want to see a funny picture?” Jungkook asks him, glancing at him over his shoulder. A peace offering.

Yoongi nods, and Jungkook turns on his camera and starts scrolling through pictures until he gets about halfway through. He lands on the picture of Seokjin shoving trail mix into his mouth, and he tilts the screen so Yoongi can see it. 

Yoongi leans down to get a closer look, his forearms resting on the back of the couch and his head next to Jungkook’s. Out of the corner of his eye Jungkook can see the corners of Yoongi’s mouth twitch upward.

“I took a really pretty picture of a bluejay, too,” Jungkook tells him. “I’ll show you later, okay?”

Leaning closer until their cheeks are touching, Yoongi nods. “Okay.”

Jungkook leans into him, closing his eyes as a grin spreads across his face. 

Yoongi sighs and stands up. “You sound way too stuffed up.”

“I’m fiiine,” Jungkook counters. “I’ll do a saline treatment later if I need it.”   

“You already need it,” Yoongi mutters under his breath, but he just sighs again and goes to his room, returning with a book tucked under his arm. He makes a quick detour into the kitchen for a glass of water, then sits in the armchair in the corner of the living room where he can keep an eye on Jungkook and monitor his breathing from across the room.  

Honestly, Jungkook is feeling much better than he had anticipated, all things considered. He pulls in a deep breath to test, and even though he can’t get in any air through his nose and there’s the faintest hint of a wheeze when he takes a particularly deep breath, the urge to cough isn’t as strong.

Halfway through looking at his photos, however, he feels a headache coming on, and his stuffy nose is suddenly so bad that he has to focus on breathing through his mouth. His chest aches anew, feeling a little tighter than it had an hour ago, and every inhale reminds him of his awful allergy attack from earlier. 

“Bless you,” Jimin murmurs from next to him when Jungkook is caught by surprise by a cough that feels more like a sneeze, except it gets trapped by the congestion and makes his sinuses throb from the pressure.

He tries blowing his nose a few times, setting his camera in his lap and taking several tissues from the box, but each time he blows it makes his head feel worse. He’s also feeling sneezy again, a tickle lingering in his sinuses that he just knows is going to set him off soon, and he rubs a few times at his nose in hopes that it will quell the itch for a little longer. It makes him cough, a string of irritated exhales that make his lungs ache and sends ticklish vibrations through his sinuses. 

“Stop rubbing,” Jimin scolds when Jungkook turns his camera off and spends a good minute scrubbing his nose with a balled up tissue. 

“I have to sneeze,” Jungkook whines. He slides down on the couch and pulls the blanket up to his chin, coughing once. “My nose is itchy again.” 

Jimin brushes his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. “Go ahead and sneeze then, love.” 

Jungkook shakes his head. “No thanks.” 

Jimin lifts an eyebrow and passes him a clean tissue. “Do you really have a choice?” 

“Sneeze,” Taehyung urges. He reaches up and taps the tip of Jungkook’s nose once, twice, three times. “Let. It. Out.” 

Jungkook tries to squirm away, scrunching up his face. “I don’t wanna.” 

“You can’t hold it in. You’ll send yourself into an asthma attack if you do your nose-pinching thing. Plus, Yoongi will come after you if you do that.”  

“True,” Yoongi says from across the room without looking up from his book.

“I’m not gonna do the nose-pinching thing,” Jungkook says. “I’m just gonna stop it from coming out in the first place.” 

Jimin chuckles and pats Jungkook on the chest. “Kookie, your nose is twitching. I think the sneeze is happening whether you want it to or not.” 

Jungkook scrunches up his face again. He presses his knuckles against his nose, rubbing harsh circles against his nostrils. The skin there is raw and it hurts to rub, but Jungkook is desperate and determined. He moves his fingers to the sides of his nose, massaging the appendage with his fingertips for a few moments, until it suddenly seems to make the tickle worse.

His breath hitches. Jimin reaches up, his fingers closing around one of Jungkook’s wrists, and he gently tugs his hand away from his face. He feels Taehyung do the same on his other side with his other hand a few seconds later, and then he’s left exposed with nothing to rub his itchy nose with and nothing to cover the oncoming sneeze with, either. 

Of course, Jimin is there with a tissue, folding it around Jungkook’s nose for him. “Sneeeeeze,” he commands. 

“Sneeze, sneeze, sneeze!” Taehyung chants.

“All three of you are ridiculous,” Yonogi comments. 

Jungkook only tries for a few moments to stop the sneeze from coming, because he’s never been good at holding back the feeling and once the tickle is set in motion he’s usually completely powerless to stop it. Soon, his breath is hitching so loudly that even Yoongi looks up from his book, watching with narrowed eyes as Jungkook gears up for a sneeze. 

But then, before it can come out, Jungkook is punished for trying to hold it back in the first place. The first couple of times, nothing happens– his breath builds up to a sneeze but then just as he gets right to the edge, lips parting and eyelashes fluttering and nostrils flaring, the feeling backs off and he’s left with an unsatisfying tickle that remains in his sinuses. When it happens a third time, he inhales desperately and then wheezes his way into a cough instead of sneezing.

“Fuck,” he barks out, along with a string of irritated coughs. 

“Ridiculous,” Yoongi repeats, but now he’s out of his chair, hovering over Jungkook with a frown.

“You didn’t sneeze like we told you to,” Taehyung pouts.

“Do you want your inhaler?” Jimin asks. “I can go grab it for you.”  

Jungkook shakes his head and rubs at his chest. He feels miserable, stuffy and achy and exhausted. His nose is still tickling, too, and this time when he rubs it no one stops him. 

“I’ll grab your inhaler and the saline spray,” Yoongi offers, disappearing down the hall. 

As if being denied a sneeze three times in a row isn’t enough punishment, Jungkook’s nose decided it needs the irritant out, now, needs it out yesterday, and he starts sneezing so suddenly and so rapidly that it makes him dizzy, spitting out sneeze after sneeze without a breath in between.

Yoongi returns in the middle of it, Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin following close behind. He climbs onto the pulled out sofa right next to Jungkook, taking Taehyung’s space when he scoots over to make room, and holds Jungkook’s inhaler up.

Jungkook sputters and finally stops sneezing long enough to catch sight of it.

“Thanks,” he gets out, taking his inhaler and promptly sneezing three more times. 

“Goodness, bless you!” Hoseok coos.

Resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder, Jungkook holds his inhaler to his mouth with trembling hands and takes one puff, and then a second. Yoongi rubs his back throughout and when Jungkook is done he takes the inhaler back and wraps his arms around the younger man’s shoulders. 

After a couple of minutes, Yoongi reaches into his sweatshirt pocket and pulls out Jungkook’s nasal spray. “Time for this?”  

Jungkook glares daggers at the bottle.

“No, thanks.”

Without a word, Yoongi tucks it back into his pocket and continues to rub Jungkook’s back, even though he rolls his eyes and sighs loud enough for Jungkook to hear. 

“Let’s watch a movie before dinner,” Taehyung suggests, and they all nod in agreement. 

While Taehyung cues up a movie, Seokjin picks up Jungkook’s camera, which one of them had moved to the coffee table at some point, and holds it out. 

“Hey, did you ever end up getting a picture of your deer this morning before you scared it away?”

Jungkook lifts his leg and aims his foot in Seokjin’s direction. “I’m gonna kick your ass when I get up,” he says, but he laughs congestedly through his threat.“It’s not an ass, it’s a butte,” Seokjin says, patting his own behind. “But go right ahead.”

#bts sickfic #sickfic #bts snz #sick bts #sick jungkook #allergy fic #jungkook snz #bts hurt/comfort #chaptered fic #allergic jungkook #asthma fic #hurt/comfort #caretaker seokjin #caretaker yoongi #caretaker taehyung #caretaker jimin #caretaker namjoon #caretaker hoseok

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❝ a much needed 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 ˎˊ˗ — pt. 1

warnings - fluff, skk . characters - pm! dazai, chuuya, mentioned mori . synopsis - mori sends the young double black on a mission without specifying what for . a/n - here's part 2 and the fic on ao3 !!

A boy dressed in black, his body embraced by bandages, with shaggy dark brown hair sat in the back of a car. His knees were bent and pressed against the back of the passenger seat in front of him, which was unoccupied. His dark eyes watched the scenery outside fly by with very little interest, it was hard to tell if he was even looking outside or just spacing out. Beside him sat a smaller boy, yet a few months older than him, his ginger hair tied back in a small ponytail and a black pork pie hat on the seat between him and the other. He had his head tilted back against the headrest, his eyes shut—he may be sleeping, it was hard to tell.

The dark haired boy let his eyes wander and eventually they landed on the dozed off boy. He slowly reached for the hat that sat between them and picked it up. He leaned over from his seat towards the ginger and placed the hat over his face very gently, so as to not awake him. There was silence for a few moments before the ginger’s gloved hand reached up and lifted the hat off his face, revealing squinted, piercing brown eyes that shot his partner a glare.

“Oi, Dazai, ‘the hell do you think you’re doing?” He cocked a brow, the right side of his upper lip tugging up into a scowl. The dark haired boy, Dazai, huffed and shook his head, his shoulders lifting as if the ginger had just asked him such a stupid question. “Well, Chuuya, I was trying to help you block the light out of your poor little eyes.” He pouted mockingly at Chuuya, batting his lashes a few times. “Sleeping beauty over there needs his rest.”

Chuuya clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, setting the hat back down between them. The hat almost served as some sort of boundary between them, and Dazai had tried to cross that boundary, just as he always does. “I wasn’t even asleep, smart ass.”

Chuuya sat up straight and stretched, letting out a lengthy yawn—for someone who didn’t fall asleep, he sure was acting like he had just awoken from a long nap. His voice carried a gravely tone, different from how he usually sounded, likely because he was tired. “Are we gonna be there soon or what?”

Dazai and Chuuya had been assigned a mission earlier by Mori to go to some town in the mountains. The town wasn’t super crowded or anything, it was small, more like a village really. It had a bath house run by a family and a few restaurants as well, it was certainly described as cozy—a weird place for two mafiosi to be sent to. Mori had never specified why he sent the two there, he said they’d know once they got there.

Dazai shrugged. “Dunno, but from the looks of outside I’d say we’re getting close. We’re pretty far out from the cities and I believe we’re already in the mountains.” Dazai turned around in his seat, reaching behind and digging through the stuff in the trunk. He sat down once again, holding a scarf in his hands which he folded in his lap.

Chuuya tilted his head after watching Dazai, a brow raised and a frown tugging at his lips. “You cold or something?”

The dark haired boy looked at him like he had lost it then sighed heavily, he shook his head. “No, but it’s going to be cold when we get out of the car so I’m getting ready.” His eyes scanned Chuuya up and down, then he grinned mockingly. “I sure hope you’ve brought things to keep you warm because there’s no way I’ll share my scarf with you.”

Chuuya scoffed and turned his head away, looking out the window now. “As if I’d ever want to do something as corny as that with you of all people.”

The car came to a slow stop and the driver informed the two boys that they had arrived. Dazai wrapped his scarf around himself while Chuuya just got out of the car, not bothering to bundle up—he regretted that. The air stung his cheeks, it felt sharp in his lungs as he inhaled. Shit, it was freezing. However, he did his very best to hide any reaction he was having as Dazai came around from the other side of the car to meet him, adjusting his gloves. Chuuya pushed his hat down further onto his head, hiding his face a bit.

The two scanned their surroundings, looking for signs of what they should be doing. They found themselves rather confused though, there were no other members of the Port Mafia there. There didn’t seem to be any sort of business going on or anything, it just looked like a regular day in this small village in the mountains.

Dazai and Chuuya exchanged glances, blinking a few times. Dazai was the one to take action, he turned to the driver and asked, “What is it exactly that we’re supposed to be doing here?”

The man who had driven them up here simply smiled as he looked down at the young man before him. “Your instructions are to relax. The boss wanted you two to head to the bath house and check yourselves in, everything should be ready for you there according to him.”

The two boys were left with their jaws hanging open, speechless. A break? With this guy? They turned to each other and both recoiled at the thought of trying to relax around one another.

Dazai waved the driver away and sighed, tugging his scarf tighter around his neck. “He seriously couldn’t have given us separate vacations? How am I supposed to relax at all with a dog barking in my ear?” He pouted.

Chuuya snarled and started walking towards the bath house. “Whatever. Let’s just go.” Dazai stood there for a minute then followed behind. He caught up to Chuuya and remained close behind him.

#ෆ┊¡ penned by val #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #skk #bsd skk #soukoku #soukouku #osamu dazai #nakahara chūya #nakahara chuuya

[topazy]

Tomorrow’s promise

Pairing: Shane Walsh x reader, Rick Grimes x sister reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Chapter: 2.03

“What’s red and bad for your teeth?”

T-Dog let out a groan and rolled his eyes before mumbling under his breath that he couldn’t handle another one. Glenn had been telling bad jokes non-stop on the drive to the Greenes' farm to try and lighten the tension in the car. You go to answer him but catch sight of a house with lights on and think, “That must be it.”

Soon after Glenn stopped the car, Jace began to grumble against you. You let out a sigh and told Glenn and T-Dog to go on ahead.

You struggle to calm Jace down as he starts to cry from what you suspect is tiredness. “I’m sorry, baby,” you say, kissing the top of his head. “I will find you somewhere to sleep soon, I promise.”

You turn to face the house to see the brunette woman from before giving you a sympathetic smile, “It’s Lily, right?”

Unable to speak, you nod. The fear of finding out how Carl felt terrified you. What if he was dying? or already dead?

She opened the door and motioned for you to follow her. “I’ll take you to your family.”

—

You follow Maggie upstairs and into a bedroom, letting out a loud gasp when your eyes land on Carl. The paleness of his skin made him look dead. “Oh my god.”

Rick stood up and weakly walked towards you, asking, “Where’s Jace?”

“Downstairs with Glenn. What the hell happened?” You look at Carl again and notice the absence of his mom. “Where’s Lori?”

“She needed a moment,” he says before sitting back down. “There was an accident. A man named Otis was hunting, and the bullet went through a deer and hit Carl. The bullets split into multiple pieces.”

Warm tears flow down your cheeks as you sit down beside Rick, squeezing his hand tightly. “What are they gonna do?”

“They didn’t have all the equipment they needed to operate, so Otis took Shane to go find it, but if they aren’t back soon-”

Rick stops talking as his lips begin to tremble at the sentence forming in his mind. You move to lean over and wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder. You don't know how long the two of you will sit like that. Your chest tightens with worry for Carl and Shane. It was always hard to see Rick upset, but you’d never seen him so broken-looking before. Your big brother needed you more than ever, but you didn’t know how to help. You look at him with tearful eyes, your heart breaking further when you realize that nothing could fix this aside from Carl pulling through. “He’s going to make it. He's a Grimes. It’s what we do.”

“But what if he doesn’t?”

You had no idea if your sweet nephew would make it through the night, but you couldn’t let the fear of him dying win. “He’s strong and has a good fighting chance.”

—

You don’t remember falling asleep, but at some point you’d close your eyes because the last thing you remembered was sitting beside your brother, and now you were woken by the sight of Carl having a seizure on the bed. Rick holds Lori as she sobs. Hershel had instructed that the only thing they could do was let him ride it out.

When he finally stopped seizing, Hershel checked his vitals. “His brain isn’t getting enough blood. His pressure is bottoming. He needs another transfusion.”

“Okay, I’m ready,” your brother says, sounding weaker than before.

“If I take any more out of you, your body could shut down; you could go into a coma or cardiac arrest.”

“You’re wasting time.”

Reluctantly, Hershel agrees. “Stop!” You roll up your sleeve and hold your arm out and say, “We’re the same blood type; take it from me.”

Hershel ignores your brother as he tries to argue against it. You flinch at the feeling of the needle going into your arm and the sensation of having blood taken from you.

—

You watch with a sickly feeling as Hershel and a blonde woman named Patricia prep the room to start operating on Carl. Hershel may have been a trained vet, but he was doing his best to keep Carl alive, and for that, you couldn’t have been more grateful.

“Oh, god,” Rick pushes the curtains open just as a light shines in through them. “They’re back.”

All of you aside from Patricia, who stays with Carl Rush outside, Shane comes to a halt, gets out of the truck, and hobbles over with the ventilator. He hands Hershel the equipment, “Carl?”

“There’s still a chance.”

You stand beside him, letting your hand rest on his back as he tries to keep his composure. You notice Hershel looking around with a mixture of dread and confusion in his eyes. “Otis?”

Shane lowers his head and says, “No.”

Both Hershel and Maggie look devastated by the news. “We say nothing to Patricia,” the older man instructed. “Not until after. I need her.”

Shane and Rick hug each other, and during that moment, you and Lori share a knowing look. They need each other. When they stepped back, Shane explained what happened with a glazed look in his eyes. “They kept blocking us at every turn. We had nothing left. We were down to ten rounds. Then he said... he said he’d cover me and that I should keep going. So that’s what I did. I just kept going. But I... looked back and he... tried.”

Rick patted his shoulder. “He wanted to make it right.”

You walk towards Maggie and rub at her arm, trying to comfort her as she mourns Otis. You glanced over at Shane, who was desperately trying to avoid eye contact with you. In all the years you’d spent together, you’d learned that Shane could look someone in the eye and lie. He’s moving his head and arms around to make the story seem true, as if he were recreating the scene.

Exactly what he was doing now

—

You lightly knock on the bathroom door, “Shane, it’s me.”

You hear the click of the lock being undone, push the door open, and step inside to see Shane inspecting his body in the mirror for bruises. The shower was turned on, causing the room to fill with steam and the mirror to fog up. You stand beside him, watching his blank facial expression as his reflection disappears.

He licks his lips before finally saying, “Where’s Jace?”

“With Glenn,” he looks surprised by your answer but doesn’t say anything. You’d only known Glenn a short time, but he became one of the few people you trusted to watch your son.

A twisted lock of hair hangs over Shane’s forehead, you brush it back with your fingers. “He’s been crying since you left. I think he knew you were gone.”

Shane shakes his head and says, “He probably senses something is off.”

“What happened?”

His brown eyes appear almost black. “I’ve already told you. We were surrounded.”

“What did you do?”

His glare bores into your face, narrowed and seething as if he hated you, as if you were his enemy. You’ve only ever seen him like this once before. That night… You knew him too well to not know when he was consumed by guilt. You cup his chin and force him to face you and repeat the question, “What did you do?”

“I did what I had to do to save Carl.”

#the walking dead #shane walsh x you #shane walsh x reader #shane walsh #rick grimes sister #Rick Grimes #TWD #twd fanfiction #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead fandom #Shane Walsh/you #Shane Walsh/reader

[michelle-is-writing]

Baby, John Carter

Rating: M

Word Count: 800~

When John first started as a resident, he would call me anytime he got the chance to share a crazy story of the day. We had been dating for a while, and I missed him since he was away for so many hours, so his phone calls always made my day. Even when he’d call me at three in the morning and I was fast asleep, I still enjoyed his phone calls.

Tonight is no different. In the middle of my sleep, the phone beside our bed behinds to ring, and as soon as I open my eyes to see the clock, I know it’s John. “I just delivered a baby!” He exclaims over the phone before I get to even say ‘Hello’. “Babe, I just- in the back of a car too!” He adds with even more excitement.

Laughing a little at his pure amazement, I just nod my head even though he can’t see me. “That’s amazing, John, I’m so proud of you,” I tell him, rolling over in bed with the phone pressed between me and my pillow. “And in the back of a car too, that’s crazy.”

“Can you imagine if that were us?” He asks, causing my eyebrows to furrow together. What does he mean by that?

“You mean like us having a baby?” I ask him, gaining an excited response back once more. In my sleepy haze, the words fall from my lips without any hesitation or nervousness. If this would have been any other time when I'm fully awake, I would be stuttering and unsure of myself.

“Yeah!” John almost shouts, “I know we’re not married yet, but I just can’t stop thinking about us having our own children, you know,” John’s voice audibly relaxes as he continues on. “We’d get to watch your belly grow with our love, and not to mention I’ve learned quite a few tricks at the ER already when it comes to morning sickness and what not.”

Instead of cutting him off, I let John continue, my ears catching every word but my brain struggling to fully comprehend them. I’m still stuck on his previous words over us having a baby as that’s something we’ve never really talked about. Of course, we’ve made comments or jokes about our ‘future children,' but nothing further than that. In fact, so many of mine and John’s conversations only revolved around what was going on currently, never the future or what it may hold. I definitely want children with John - I’ve known that for a while now - but I haven’t given it much thought since John’s been so busy with his residency and I have my own job.

“John,” I say his name as soon as I come out of my thoughts. This causes him to pause in his rambling, a few seconds passing before I speak up again. “I want to have a baby with you,” I admit, my brain still a bit haywire from John’s words moments ago.

Hearing John’s relieved laughter makes me snap myself out of whatever trance he had me in, and soon I’m sitting on the edge of our bed, smiling uncontrollably. “That’s great; that’s a relief,” John says, breathlessly. “That makes me so happy, baby.”

His words make my heart practically leap out of my chest. I don’t know if it’s the fact that John’s been working for almost sixteen hours straight or he just feels so many emotions from the birth of that baby, but I’m so glad he called to tell me that. I love any of his phone calls as we don’t get to spend much time together due to his hectic work schedule like I stated before. Still, I wouldn’t change a thing. This is John’s dream, and I’m so happy to see him live his dream.

“I can’t wait to see you when you get home,” I tell him, looking over at my alarm clock to see the bright red numbers read out 5:23. “In less than forty minutes, you’ll be home and then I’ll be all yours.”

“All mine,” John murmurs, seemingly lost in his own world. A comfortable silence passes between us before a voice yelling for John interrupts us. “Hey, uh, I gotta go, babe, but I can’t wait to see you when I get home.”

“Only forty minutes,” I remind him, receiving a quick response.

“That’s gonna be a long time without you here to- I’m on my way! Jesus!” Just as John goes to say things he should not say at work, the shouting from before returns. “I love you, I’ll see you in a few.”

Telling him I love him back, I put the phone back on the hook before rolling back into bed with a huff. If John’s going to be home in less than an hour, there’s no sense in me going back to sleep. Besides, I know John won’t want to sleep as soon as he gets home. He obviously had other things on his mind before hanging up, so I can only assume it will be no different when he gets home, or at least, let’s hope so.

#john carter #john carter x reader #john carter imagine #john carter imagines #john carter fanfiction #er #er x reader #er imagines #er imagine #er tv series #er tv show #er john carter #john carter er #john carter er imagines #john carter er x reader

[nyxnygma]

Jealousy and Misunderstandings || ERIC CARR

[Eric Carr x Fem!Model!Reader]

Summary: reader is not usually jealous over the groupies that sworm around your boyfriend but after a bad night and an especially driven groupie you break

Warnings: Jealousy (obviously), misinterpretations, insecurities, kind of a panic attack

Masterlist

A/N: I don’t like writing for real life people but here I am and I’m writing for KISS

Today has been a rough day. Your modelling manager didn’t think dating the drummer of a rock band would be good for your reputation and things led to another and now you need a new manager.

Not only that, but you were suppose to be meeting Eric four hours before he was on stage but due to delays and cancellations at the airport, you only arrived ten minutes before they had to start playing.

By the time you got backstage, you could only wave at him as he ran on stage.

You’ve been exhausted all day so after standing there for one and half hours you decided Eric wouldn’t mind if you went and sat in the joint dressing room, it’s not like he can see you standing there anyways and he’s always saying you don’t have to stand there for hours like you usually do.

So you give a smile to the crew men, letting one know to tell Eric where you were, and walked to the room. When you arrived, you sat down on the couch and started reading through one of their magazines but it only took a minute for to you fall asleep.

The concert ended in another hour and the four men wandered into their room, waking you up.

“Y/N!” Eric smiled as he saw you sitting on the sofa and came and hugged you. You kisses his painted cheek.

“Sorry about that. I just needed to sit down for ten minutes but I must’ve dropped off,” You apologise.

“No, no. Don’t apologies it’s fine,” his smile seemed fake, something was on his mind.

“You sure it’s okay?” You ask.

“Of course.”

“Hey Y/N,” Paul greeted as he sat beside you and swung an arm around your shoulders, “I think some people are coming in.”

“Okay,” You smile as you look back up to talk to Eric but he seemed to have moved without you noticing to the other side of the room. Weird.

“Want a drink?” Ace asks.

“Please,” You sigh. He throws you whatever beer the manager has provided them with.

“Is Eric okay?” You ask the man beside you.

“I think so, why?” Paul furrows his eyebrows as he turns to look at you.

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter,” you hum as you take a sip of the alcohol beverage in your hands.

After 5 minutes the groupies and other fans came wondering in the room. Usually you don’t mind them, you’re a model you have the mostly male equivalent, but a certain blonde girl got on your nerves. She clung to Eric and for some reason he didn’t quickly politely point you out like he usually does.

Paul found himself sitting next to you again after chatting up a woman who turned out to be in a committed marriage.

“I thought you and him had no groupies rule,” Paul commented after watching Eric evidently flirt with the girl. This confirmed it wasn’t just you being silly because he noticed it to.

“We do..” You sigh, not taking your beady eyes of the girl who hand was sliding up and down Eric’s arm and getting closer and closer every time she opens her stupid little month.

You’ve always been scared that you’d lose Eric to a groupie, or worse you already have. This thought wouldn’t leave your head. If he had already slept with someone you wouldn’t even know, you can sometime beapart for weeks at a time.

“I’m gonna get going,” You inform Paul, “can you tell Eric when I’m gone?”

“Oh. Well I think we’re heading back to the hotel soon anyways,” Paul nods, “do you want Eric’s room number.

“No I’ll be alright. I think I’m going to get my own room tonight,” you stand up and swing your bag on your shoulder. Before leaving, you turn back to look at your boyfriend, but as you did the girl pulled him into a kiss. As soon as that action happened you turned your head and stormed out the building.

You were in the car park and walking towards your rental, you couldn’t stop the thoughts swirling around your head. You’ve risked so much to be with him. Just today you fired the manager who was deemed the best modelling manager in the US. You’ve turned down modelling gigs abroad because Eric just got back from a tour so you could be with him, you have taken time out of your eventful life just to fly around going to his concerts to support him. And how does he repay you? He kisses a girl INFRONT of you!

You didn’t even make it to the car before tears spilled out of your eyes furiously. Your breathing sped up and your hands were shaking so much you couldn’t even open the car door.

5 Minutes Earlier

Eric pushes Angie off him as soon as her lips touches his. “Woah!” Eric breathes as he pushes her off him. “I have a girlfriend!”

“It didn’t sound like that when you were flirting with me,” she scoffs as she folds her arms and walks off towards Gene, who was already chatting up three women.

He started looking around the room trying to find you, just to explain what happened, but he couldn’t see you. Where you were sat was now occupied by someone else.

“Paul. Where’s Y/N?” He asks his band mate.

Paul looked at his friend with disappointment. He’s been close friends with you for the past 6 years, he is the one who introduced the two of you when he first joined the band, and he’d be damned if Eric thinks he can break your heart and not face any consequences.

“Well after fifteen minutes of watching you and that groupie bat your eyes at each other, she left to get a hotel room. Not without watching you two kiss,” Paul looks at Eric with anger in his eyes.

“No!” He runs his hands through his own hair. “I can explain I promise. I need to find her!”

“Alright I’ll come to,” Paul nods, choosing to believe him.

Ace joined the pair, apparently he needed to retire early anyway, and the trio headed out and onto the car parks - still in makeup.

“Wait is that Y/N?” Ace pointed out the figure.

You had your hand on the window and your other hand on the door handle as you attempted to slow down your breathing as tears stream down you cheeks.

“Y/N-” Eric begins to call before Paul pushes him back.

“Let me talk to her first,” Paul states as he walks to you and places a hand on your back.

“Hey Y/N?” He asks. “Eric wants to explain.”

“Yeah,” you sob. “Tell him to piss off.”

“Y/N.. Talk to him,” he sighs. You nod and he walks back to where Ace and Eric are stood. Your boyfriend then walks towards you.

“I’m so so sorry,” Eric nervously mumbles. Scared that he’ll make you cry more if he speaks any louder. “I didn’t kiss her back. I promise you that as soon as I realised what was happening I pushed her off me. Even ask Ace he saw it happen.”

“You may have not kissed her but you did push her off you as she was feeling you up did you?” Your face turned from sadness to anger as you moved your body to look at him.

“I know! I can explain that to,” he looks down at the floor in shame.

“Go on then,” you cross your arms.

“It’s just..” he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose, “I started to get a bit jealous every time you and Paul got touchy. It’s stupid I know! But I went to Ace for advice and he told me to get you jealous. Now that I think about it he was pretty drunk and was watching some weird teenage soap opera.”

If it was anyone else who said that you would not believe it but it was such an Eric thing to do. “You promise that is what happened?” You lift his head up to look at you by pushing his chin up with your index finger.

“Yes!” He nods. “I love you and you know that. Why would I do anything to lose my beautiful model girlfriend?”

“It was pretty stupid what you did y’know?” You chuckled.

“I know! I know!” He smiles sheepishly as you pulled him into a kiss.

The pair of boys behind us cheered.

#kiss #kiss x reader #kiss band #eric carr #eric carr x reader #paul stanley #gene simmons #ace frehley #ace frehley x reader #the fox #starchild #spaceman #the demon #catman

[ejunkiet]

voicemails (sam/darlin)

redacted asmr: sam/darlin. rated G for goodness. set after HBS. >:3

READ ON AO3

A series of voicemails Sam leaves Darlin' during a trip to Washington.

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[CALLER: SAM COLLINS. MESSAGE LEFT ON SUNDAY JULY 10TH AT 2:33AM]

Hey, darlin'.

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[CALLER: SAM COLLINS. MESSAGE LEFT ON SUNDAY JULY 10TH AT 2:33AM]

Hey, darlin'. Just wanted to call, as I was thinking of you. You must still be sleeping. Long trip up north, to see your folks. Hope the flight went well. Your text after you landed was much 'ppreciated.

I expect you'll be busy, these next few days. Picking up the last of your things. Wish I could've made the trip with you, but the sun's working against me. Summer. A vamps' least favourite season.

At least we're long past the solstice, even if it did feel like a mighty kick in the teeth. It was better with you there, though.

[Pauses for a long exhale, ending on a sigh.]

'S quiet round here with you gone. The everyday routine doesn't quite have the same ring to it that it used to. Not that I mind much. Life's been better with you around.

Still, it's gonna be a long drive back down South in the van, and I miss you, darlin'. The sound of your voice. The softness of your touch. The feelin' of your lips against mine.

[A soft exhale, followed by a laugh]

...guess it's too late to ask if you're listening to this in private. I'm gonna choose to believe you are, and that this isn't being broadcast over your car speakers. Allow me my delusions, darlin'.

[He hums, low.]

Still, I'm glad you have someone with you on the trip. Company always helps on a long drive… although I'm guessing you maybe view it as something else. A mixed blessing, as it were. From what I've seen of Asher though, he's a good man. He cares about people, you included. I think you'll do just fine.

[Another pause, the faint sound of nails scratching across a rough jaw.]

…and like I said before. The offer still stands. I know that you appreciate your own space. Trust me, I get that. 'M the same. I would never ask you to give that up, in any form. I just… wanted to make the offer. I have the space, if you were looking for it. A space that comes with less history, less baggage… and maybe a few less bloodstains. I think you get my drift.

And a vamp ain't a bad roommate, all things considered. You'd have your space, and I'd have mine. And maybe sometimes, we can meet in the middle.

…just think about it. S'all I ask.

At the very least, I can hold some of your stuff for you, until you find a new apartment. I've got plenty of space out here, you've seen it. William was mighty generous. May as well spread some of that wealth around.

[Another pause for a yawn, his jaw clicking with it.]

…alright. I think that's about it.

[He lets out another hum, low and soft down the line.]

Thinking of you, Darlin'. Take care, and drive safe. I'll see you soon.

[BEEP]

–

[CALLER: SAM COLLINS. MESSAGE LEFT ON SUNDAY JULY 10TH AT 10:33PM]

Hey, Darlin'.

It was good to hear your voice. Good also to know that the move is going okay, and you're on the road back down already. Heck, you're probably still driving now. Don't push it too hard. Lean on your packmate, ask if he can take a shift, and get some rest Darlin'. I want you back home safe and all in one piece, you hear?

Anyway. Just checkin' in. Drop me a text when you're done driving for the night.

[BEEP]

–

[CALLER: SAM COLLINS. MESSAGE LEFT ON SUNDAY JULY 11TH AT 6:33PM]

Hey, Darlin'.

Have to say, hearing Asher's voice coming from your contact was a surprise, although I appreciate him tapping in. Sounds like you're making good time, and I should see you tonight. Even if it's just to have you fall asleep in my arms. You're welcome to, any time. These arms miss you, Darlin'.

[Pause for a yawn, wide and long, his jaw cracking, ending with a heavy sigh.]

…S'early to be calling, I know. You're still driving. Even making good time, you've got a handful of miles left. Was just thinkin' of you. More than that, actually. I was dreamin' of you, darlin'. S'fresh enough that the details haven't faded yet, and I wanted to hear your voice. Even if it was just the sound of your voicemail recording.

…just in case Asher happens to be on this call too, I’ll spare him the details for now. I’d be happy to fill you in later, though.

I have a feeling you might like it.

Drive safe, Darlin’. I’ll see you soon.

[BEEP]

#redacted asmr #ej writes redacted #redacted sam #redacted sam/darlin #this was not what I was planning on writing this weekend but I love this format #there are a few bonus chapters to the sam/darlin fic planned #they need all the softness okay #writing #scheduled

[chilly-me-softly]

Expecting Babies 2 • Ben Chilwell

Part 1

I hope you enjoy it, especially the anon who requested it. My concentration isn't the best these days but I did my best. Anyway I have other ideas to continue with this script and these characters if you like it. Let me know! x

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"Thanks for this" Ben is still sitting around the table, the plates not yet completely empty but the attention of the two boys already shifted elsewhere.

"Don't say that, it's my pleasure. Just miss the old days Chilly" the boy shifts his gaze for a moment meeting his friend's by sketching a smile, but he's somehow magnetized by the view the open space gives from that point and it doesn't take him long to look away again.

The landlord follows his friend's gaze again, watching with a smile as his son cheerfully receives the attention of what to him is a stranger but whom he knows well.  And in a moment his smile turns into a grin. He has always seen Ben as a sort of his younger brother and has always been proud of all the achievements he has managed to reach so far; but it's also true that he needed a push every now and then, he has always been much shyer and more reserved compared to him.

"So you and Alex..." he tosses it out innocently but the look Ben gives him makes him giggle.

"We're friends madders, nothing more" and James rolls his eyes in amusement, from the moment the two of them had set foot in his house he had seen the way they behaved and the looks they exchanged from time to time and it hadn't taken long to connect the dots.

"But something tells me you didn't even try to talk to her, to tell her that you-"

"Shut up" he was probably too abrupt and loud as the two girls busy entertaining the child and gossiping amongst themselves turned back to the boys at the same time with a concerned expression.

"Are you two alright?"

"Yes sorry girls" with a wave of his hand James reassures the mother of his child and the two return to their conversation as James grabs a beer and motions his friend to follow him outside.

Ben follows him after his eyes meet hers for the umpteenth time and sighs once he's closed the patio door and put some space between them.

"What's the problem?"

"It's just that... she's so brave and determined and she already knows what she wants out of life" the boy begins to speak before he backs down once more.

"You are a footballer Ben, you have made your passion your job. You have nothing to complain about"

"I know - he snorts, bringing a hand through his hair - "but I'm talking about private life. Who am I outside the pitch? She has her own goals, she wants to be a mother and I... I" Ben lowers his gaze as he sits down on the wicker chair outside and James looks at him before laying a hand on his shoulder.

"Being scared is normal Chilly, but it doesn't have to be all and soon. Telling her you like her would be a first step, then you have to live with each other and decide together if and when the time is right for everything else. But you can't take everything for granted"

"I know" James is about to add more but the sliding door opens and the girls approach along with the smiling baby. James walks over to pick up his baby and Alex looks at Ben raising an eyebrow slightly to ask him if everything is okay, Ben smiles slightly at her.  

-

"You were right, I really needed that. Thank you" Alex smiles, her head resting against the headrest and a sleepy expression that almost makes him reach out a hand towards her cheek to stroke it gently. Anything would be useless at that moment and to avoid doing things that require explanation, he clears his throat and unbuckles his belt.

"Come on, I'll walk you to the door. You're going to fall asleep in my car"

"It's not true" but a yawn shushes her almost immediately and Ben is grateful he can hide that sweet smile by walking around the car going to open the door for her.

They walk in silence for those few steps separating his car from her door, interrupted only by the sound of their shoes touching the pavement and the keys in Alex's hands.  

"Thanks again" it's when the door is finally open that she decides to break the silence. All in all, it had been a good day, if she thinks back to how it had started with her desperate for the meeting she was going to have with her company's executives for a new collection she had been working on for a few months. And she'd probably still be there if it hadn't been for Ben kidnapping her from her home to force her to distract herself.

"Don't say that" he shrugged as if to downplay his action and Alex rolled her eyes as she moved a step closer, stroking his arm.

"For once, just once, take a compliment" the light outside isn't exactly ideal but the blush on the boy's cheeks is clearly visible as he runs a hand behind his head, his gaze lost around. Lovely.

"Good night"

"Night. Text me when you get home" after waiting for him to drive off again, Alex closes the door behind her. She stays a few moments there in the silence of her house thinking about the day and her friend above all. There are not many people who understand her as well as Ben does, who stand by her as Ben does. Yet she feels she still hasn't been able to make him fully understand one thing, that he is important to her.

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"Didn't you say it went well? The meeting?" the two had met again for dinner, before Ben left for an away game he was determined to know exactly what had been said at the meeting; at times more excited than Alex herself.

But he couldn't keep quiet. He couldn't tell if it was just his impression, if the desire to see her always peaceful had led him to mistake her tiredness for something else. He had come to think that he was thinking much sincerely, but when it came to Alex he couldn't be as calm as he always was. And that change of mood after dinner, perhaps imperceptible in others' eyes, was a source of worry for him.

"Yeah"

"Then what's the matter?" she is distracted looking for the ice cream in the fridge and the question comes out of the blue. She stops, her head blank as a shiver runs down her spine. Then she comes back to herself, grabs the ice cream and with a fluid movement turns around.

"I can't hide anything from yourself, can I?!" an almost wistful smile as she slides the container onto the counter and sighs.

"Sorry, if I was too pushy-" but she shakes her head starting to divide the ice cream into two bowls to keep herself busy as he shuts up.

"They called me back"

"Oh" is his first response as he accepts the bowl and reaches for a spoon a little further up the counter, "why wouldn't they have?"

She shrugs, taking a few seconds to take a bite. Ben always seems to have the right questions to focus on the matter and most of the time she likes it, but others she wishes he wasn't so perceptive.

"It's been four months that's all"

"Well it was only a matter of time before that phone rang again. They know you're worth it"

"Yes maybe"

"But you're not okay" he notes as she plays with the spoon, the ice cream is starting to melt.

And she snorts because no she isn't okay obviously. This time it's different, this time it's foster care and the word temporary isn't really mentioned. This means the child will be hers, she will have a baby that no one can take away from her after a few months. She will be able to become attached and build memories without her heart breaking in two and that scares her. Of course, she's not okay.

Her first experience had been like babysitting, looking after someone else's child with the right care so that they don't get hurt but with the knowledge that she had no rights over them and had to give them back at the end of the night.

"Alex"

"I don't understand. This is something I want right? Then why do I feel this way?"

"I guess you've been warming up until now. Now it's really your turn and you're chickening out thinking if you're really up to it" once again he nailed it and Alex can't help but laugh.

"Ben Chilwell, what would my life be without you" he lowers his gaze slightly to hide his embarrassment and the conversation dies down like that, the two of them exchanging shy glances from time to time while continuing to eat in her case or melt ice cream in his case.

"What? What are you looking at? I got it all over myself, didn't I?"

"No" chuckles Ben, his gaze being caught by her teeth holding her lower lip hostage.

"Don't make fun of me! I get embarrassed when someone looks at my mouth you know it"

"I'm just dying to kiss you" Alex's eyes go wide, a faint what trying to figure out if she hasn't imagined the whole thing.

"I-" Ben tries to say something, to shake off the initial shock but even he doesn't believe what just came out of his mouth.

Then it's a moment. Alex's legs move on their own approaching the boy making their lips meet tentatively. It's only a small peck at first but when she feels one of Ben's hands slip around her waist and pull her to him, she relaxes and finds herself on Ben's legs. The boy gasps as one of Alex's hands rests on his cheek, cold from the ice cream that's still there, and the two pull away slightly.

"I bet you have a million questions in your head right now"

"Shut up" she scolds him earning a laugh from him.

-

"You should go" Alex murmurs but shows no signs of wanting to let go of Ben, lying on the couch where they have been for hours now.

"Do you want me to leave?" a smile already on his face predicting her answer.

"No" she murmurs in fact, turning her head slightly so it's half hidden in his chest, "but you need to rest for tomorrow"

"I'll sleep on the plane" she rolls her eyes even though he can't see her but continues to stroke her hair in a soothing manner.

"I can't watch the game but I know you'll do well"

"You too, you'll do great"

Eventually they fall asleep on the sofa, when she opens her eyes Ben is putting his shoes on at the door. The clock reads almost five o'clock. As soon as he sees her a sweet smile peeps onto his face and he walks over, crouching down to run a hand through her hair.

'Go to bed, you'll be more comfortable another couple of hours. I'll stop by the house to get my suitcase and leave"

"Hmm" is all she says levering her arms up, her eyes still not focusing on him properly.

"Text me when you get there"

"Sure" his hands settle on either side of her cheeks placing a light kiss on her nose, "I'm going. I'll leave you these two days, do your thinking and as soon as I get back you tell me if you want to be with me"

"You're terrible" Alex giggles, rising on her toes to leave a kiss on his lips. And Ben fights really hard to leave, still too incredulous and afraid that if he gets out of that house he will realise he has dreamt it all.

"Ben" Alex calls him back when he finally opened the door and stopped waiting for her to join him, "don't think even for a second that I don't want to be with you is that clear?"

-

"If we do this... I-I still want to do it alone the... adoption thing. It's nothing against you, I want to make that clear. It's just that I still want it to be my thing and I don't want to drag you into something this big. But that doesn't mean that-" sitting cross-legged on the bed opposite Ben, Alex had felt the need to start the conversation that had occupied her mind among other things in those days that had simply flown by. She's wringing her hands, not wanting him to misunderstand her or take her the wrong way, and keeping her gaze down so as not to look at him.

"Alex, I get it" Ben interrupts her grumbling, one of his hands on hers is what she sees before his other hand goes to rest under her chin causing her to look up gently. "You are strong and I know you will make it, you proved it with Dalia and then you built an empire from nothing never forget it"

He gestures for her to come closer and she crawls towards him, settling in his arms and instantly relaxing in that familiar warmth. He leaves a kiss on her head enjoying her closeness for a moment, thinking back to a few days before when all that was just something in his imagination.

"I will always be there for you no matter what role, and if you need my help you know where to find me"

"Ben Chilwell, what would my life be without you"

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell imagines #ben chilwell one shot #football imagines #football imagine

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Mr Evershed x Daughter!reader - game on

Hey, would you consider doing another part of Game On, or another Martin Evershed x daughter reader series? I loved their dynamic and would love to see some more. - Anon💜

Part 4:

Of course, like any other student both you and Ty were sentenced to detention after school for sneaking out, and you were made to sit on opposite ends of the classroom.

While Ty was working away at their homework, you were tapping two pencils on the table like you were playing a set of drums.

“(Y/N).” Mr Evershed warned.

You ignored him, carrying in with your own little music session.

“(Y/N) this is your final warning, do your homework.” He warned.

You grinned a little bit, and you carried on, trying your best to avoid moving as he walked over, taking both of the pencils from you.

“Am I really going to have to sit next to you? Cause I’ll do it.”

“I’m not a child.” You huffed.

“You’re acting like a child.”

You began tapping your hands instead, grinning a little bit, casting Ty a look out the corner of your eyes to see them grinning as well.

“Right, okay, two can play this game.”

Your dad sat next to you, and he crossed his arms as he looked at you.

“The longer you do this the longer I’ll make you sit here.”

“Then we’re about to be having a sleepover at the school.”

“Seriously?”

“I have nowhere else to be apparently since my father has abandoned me in this forsaken place.”

Mr Evershed rolled his eyes at you.

“You are so dramatic. Just do your homework and I’ll let you go.”

Ty walked over and handed over their homework and Mr Evershed gave them a smile.

“Thank you Ty, you can leave.”

“Thank you sir.”

Ty turned to you and they grinned from ear to ear.

“Later.”

They waltzed out the door and you waited a little bit, leaning back in your chair, balancing it in two legs.

“You’ll fall.”

“No I won’t.”

“Right, and when you fall, you know what I’m going to say?”

Just to prove a point you leant back a little further, and not even a second later you lost your balance and fell with a thud.

Mr Evershed looked down at you, resting his arms on his legs.

“I told you so.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared up at the ceiling.

“So we’re pouting now?” He asked.

“I want to go home!” You huffed.

“(Y/N) all you have to do is one sheet of paper and for the past 30 minutes you’ve been playing the drums on the table, fallen out of your chair and tossed a paper ball at my head.”

You glanced at your dad.

“Fine gimme.”

“No get up.”

“No.”

Your dad shrugged and stood up.

“Well I’m going soon, and if you’re still down there I’ll leave you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He began to walk away.

“No dad!”

You quickly jumped up and he laughed from his desk and you huffed, scribbling answers on the worksheet you handed it to him.

“These are numbers.”

“Yes.”

“(Y/N) this is your history homework.”

You took the paper back and looked over it.

“Crap…”

“Hey!”

You snickered a little bit and shrugged handing the homework back to him.

“I finished it I’m going home now!”

Grabbing your dads car keys, you grabbed your bag and ran out of the room and he sighed heavily getting up to follow you.

By the time he was read you were already outside and in the car waiting.

The moment he pulled into the drive you ran out of the car and straight inside to the kitchen.

He didn’t need to wonder the house to know that you had messed with things, all he had to do was look at you grinning from ear to ear in the kitchen doorway eating another chocolate bar.

“Do I want to know what you’ve done?”

“You’ll find out.” You shrugged.

And as the evening went on, he began to realise you had done a lot more than he originally thought.

You were half asleep on the sofa while he was going through some emails, and he briefly glanced at you before looking back at his laptop.

“Go to bed.”

“No…”

Mr Evershed sighed heavily.

“I’m not carrying you upstairs, just stop being stubborn and go to bed.”

“Fine…”

You got up, on the way past you smacked his forehead.

“What was that for?!”

You grinned a little bit and made your way upstairs.

And you grinned from ear to ear.

He said go to bed.

He never said which bed.

So you walked into his room and threw yourself into his bed, laying across it horizontally so he wouldn’t even be able to get in and you happily fell asleep like that.

A few hours later he came up in order to go to bed, and when he flicked on the light switch for the hallway he sighed heavily.

Walking over to the fuse box, he turned it on and he went upstairs, and when he opened his door and turned his light on he just froze.

“Oh come on that’s not fair…” he mumbled.

Walking over he shook your head from side to side a little bit.

“Wake up.”

You grumbled a little and moved away.

“No, wake up, go sleep in your own bed. This is mine.”

“You said a bed…” you mumbled.

“Get out of my bed you heathen.”

You grinned a little and shook your head.

“Alright, fine.”

He grabbed your hands and you looked at him.

“You would never.”

“Oh I really would.”

Mr Evershed stepped backwards and carefully pulled you to the floor, then he began pulling you out of the room like that.

“I’m shocked your old man bones can do this.”

“I’ll just leave you in the landing.”

“Do it, I’ll sleep here.”

He pulled you to your room and left you by your bed and stepped over you to go back to his own room.

You waited and when you heard him leave his room you grabbed your quilt and rushed back into the room, tossing his quilt on the floor, you laid back on the bed.

Then you had a better idea.

You grabbed his quilt, and wondered away with it, and you hid it behind your bedroom door and got into your own bed.

“Really? My quilt?!”

Your dad walked into your room and you grinned up at him sleepily.

“I thought anything to do with sleep was off limits?”

“That was before you dragged me down the landing like a corpse.”

“You are a corpse, where’d you stash it?”

You grinned a little more.

“Come on, it’s cold!” He complained.

“That’s a you issue.”

He searched around your room and eventually he found it behind you door and he shook his head at you.

“Can you call it quits for the night?”

You just nodded half asleep.

Smiling, your dad walked over and he covered you up with your own quilt and he kissed your head.

“Good night sweetheart.” He said gently.

“Night dad… love you..”

“Love you too.”

He turned your light out and closed the door, and went back to his own bed, putting his quilt back on the bed he grabbed his tv remote and he sat down, going to turn his tv on.

He tried a few more times with no luck and he took the back of the remote and stared at it.

“Oh of course.”

He then got up and set it next to the tv and moved it slightly.

“Of course she took the wires too.” He chuckled.

He grabbed a book inside and went back to bed, and before he could open his book, an idea struck him.

For once you were asleep before him.

And so far you were winning in this prank war.

So now it was his turn, and he quickly got up again, heading downstairs to begin his comeback

#ackley bridge #ackley bridge imagine #ackley bridge x reader #ackley bridge x you #mr evershed #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed imagine #mr evershed x you

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Fight The Feeling Part 13 Grammy awards

Summary- You and Jack make your first official public appearance together at the 2023 Grammy Awards.

The next couple of days were very low-key for you and Jack. Now that you knew the gender of your baby, you spent some time picking out furniture pieces for the nursery. You had an extra room that you used to store PR packages that brands sent you. Due to how busy you had been, you hadn’t had time to go through it more than what your assistant had and ever since the news of your pregnancy had been confirmed, you had been receiving tons of baby items and clothes. Jack also had some time off so he helped you go through everything, not letting you move a single box as you sorted things into separate piles of what you were keeping at your apartment, what Jack was going to keep at his, and what you were going to give to friends. 

You wanted to get everything organized before you and Jack left for Los Angeles, California to attend the Grammy Awards, where Jack was nominated for three awards and would be your first official appearance as a couple. Luckily, all the furniture that you ordered would arrive while you were away so you could get the nursery put together. You and Jack decided since you weren’t living together, you would both have a nursery, even if the one at Jack’s apartment wouldn’t get used often until your daughter was older, it made you both feel better that you both had one. 

You also went shopping at some local baby stores to pick out some other essentials, your goal was to have as many necessities purchased before you left as you could. Jack didn’t get stopped by fans often when he was in Louisville, which meant that when you were with him, neither did you. As much as neither of you minded being stopped by someone who recognized you, it was nice to feel somewhat normal, especially because Jack didn’t even feel like going shopping, he only went because he didn’t want you to go alone.

The next day, you, Jack, and both of your teams were on a private jet to California. You were at the point in your pregnancy that your morning sickness had let up a while ago and you got most of your energy back, which was great for the next few weeks. After your and Jack’s appearance at the Grammy Awards, you were flying home for a couple of days, before flying to New York for a week and a half for New York Fashion Week. After that, Jack had promo for White Men Can’t Jump, and eventually the Kentucky Derby, and then Jack had one of his two Las Vegas shows, all before you gave birth.

As soon as you landed in Los Angeles, you and Jack went to your hotel room. Your flight landed late at night so Neelam and Claire said they would take care of your bags and drop them off in the morning, with you and Jack knowing that you had packed what you needed in the meantime in overnight bags to bring to the hotel.

“Let me see your bag,” Jack said as you picked your bag up.

“It’s okay, I got it.” You said, walking towards the exit of the plane, Jack followed behind you, already carrying his bag.

“You were just complaining about how much your back hurts, let me carry your bag, please?” Jack asked again and you sighed softly.

“Fine, thank you.” You said as you handed Jack your bag. You both walked off the plane and to the car waiting for you. Everyone but your security, and Urban, stayed behind to deal with the bags.

You laid your head down on Jack’s shoulder as soon as you both sat down.

“Tired?” Jack asked as you yawned. You nodded, Jack wrapped his arm around you so you buried your head into his neck, closing your eyes. “How long until we get to the hotel?” Jack asked the driver.

“About 30 minutes.” The driver said and Jack thanked him.

“You can take a short nap if you want to. I’ll wake you up when we’re almost there. I know we have to get up early tomorrow.”

“I’m okay, but I’m falling asleep as soon as we get to the hotel.” You said and Jack laughed softly.

“Me too,” Jack said. You lifted your head from Jack’s shoulder before you fell asleep. 

 You managed to stay awake the entire car ride, which was uneventful since you were all so tired.

Once you arrived at the hotel, you, Jack, and Urban waited in the car while one of your security went to check in for you. Once they were done you were led to your room and given your keys. You and Jack immediately got ready for bed before falling asleep.

The next morning you had to wake up earlier than you wanted to. You needed last-minute alterations on your gown for the evening before getting your hair and makeup done.

Jack’s tan suit with creme and silver sequined sweater vest undershirt matched your silver gown. Your floor-length gown had a small train, a lace-up back, and a silver sequined floral mesh over the skirt. The top of the dress was a little plainer, a solid color off-the-shoulder cut. 

You weren’t sure why but you were having a day where nothing felt right. You didn’t like how your dress looked, something about your makeup looked off to you, and even your hair felt weird. You assumed it was pregnancy hormones, but you were also nervous. Even though you had walked many red carpets this would be your first with Jack since you had announced your pregnancy.

Of course, pregnancy came with changes to your body, and while you knew that those changes were completely normal it didn’t make them easier to process, especially as a model. You were used to hearing people comment on your body but expecting them was different.

There was an hour until you and Jack had to leave and in what felt like the first time for the day, you and Jack were alone. Jack could tell that you felt off but he was waiting until you were alone to ask you about it.

“Hey,” Jack walked over to where you were sitting. “Are you okay? You’ve seemed off all day.”

“I don’t know,” You sighed softly. “Everything just feels off. I mean, I feel fine but I think it’s just stupid pregnancy hormones.”

“What do you mean?” Jack asked, sitting down next to you.

“I don’t know how to explain it. I just don’t feel like I usually do before something like this, Usually, it’s exciting, but this time I’m dreading it.”

“Do you want to stay here? We don’t have to go,” Jack said and you let out a small laugh.

“Jack. We’ve spent all day getting ready for one and for two, you’re nominated for a Grammy. Three of them. That’s a huge deal so we’re going. I’ll be fine. I’m not even nervous about the event, I’m just nervous about what people say after the event,” You said.

“Give me your phone,” Jack said. 

“Why?” You asked.

“Because you look absolutely gorgeous and I’m not going to let anyone, including yourself, convince you otherwise,” Jack said as he logged you out of all your social media accounts. Jack handed you back your phone.

“Thank you, Jack.”

“You’re welcome, and you really do look gorgeous. I like the subtle matching.”

“Thank you, and I do too, even though I didn’t plan it,” You laughed softly. 

“Also, if you want to leave at any point tonight, please let me know and we can come back to the hotel,” Jack said and you nodded.

“Do you know how many interviews were scheduled for?” You asked. 

“Just one. Neelam said we can do as many as we have time for, I’m fine with just going one.” 

“Yeah, let’s only do one interview.”

When it was time for you and Jack to leave, your group got into the car that was waiting to drive you to the venue. Once you arrived, Jack exited the car first before turning back towards the car, reaching for your hand, and helping you out of the car. 

You slightly adjusted your dress, Jack’s arm wrapping around your waist so his hand could rest on your lower back. There was a crowd of fans surrounding the entrance that you and Jack both waved to. As you stepped onto the red carpet, your names were being called, telling you to look in different directions, you posed together and separately before walking further down the carpet.

“You good?” Jack leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“Yeah,” You smiled softly up at Jack. Your interview was planned with Extra, so you approached their reporter when it was your turn. 

“Y/N!, Jack Harlow!” The reporter said enthusiastically. “The first thing I want to do is congratulate you two on expecting your first baby.”

“Thank you, we’re both really excited,” You said, resting your hand on your bump as Jack’s hand found its spot on your back again.

“I don’t think this is a pairing that anyone saw coming, you’re both so private so we all want to know everything you’re willing to share. How did you meet? How long have you been together? We’ll take whatever we can get,” The three of you laughed slightly before Jack spoke.

“Well, we met at a Met Gala after-party, and as soon as I met Y/N I knew how special she was and I knew that I wanted her in my life. I think we’ll keep how long we’ve been officially together just between us for now.” Jack said and the reporter nodded.

“Okay, so it was love at first sight for the two of you, at least on Jack’s end. One last personal question before we get to talking about your careers. Do you know if you’re having a boy or a girl yet?”

“We do, we just found out the other day, but we’re waiting to announce it,” You explained. 

The both of you got asked a couple more questions about your careers and what was coming next for you before you were finished with the interview. You let out a deep breath as you walked away. You went inside and found your assigned seats early. As soon as you sat down you yawned.

“Tired?” Jack asked you and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’m so glad I’m only walking in two shows for fashion week because just this has me exhausted. Growing a baby is tiring.” You said laughing softly.

“Come here,” Jack held out his arm.

“No, I don’t want to get makeup on your suit.” You said but Jack wrapped his arm around you anyways, gently pulling you closer so you could rest your head on his shoulder. You decided not to fight it, closing your eyes for just a moment before you made an uncomfortable face.

“Are you okay?” Jack asked, noticing your expression.

“Yeah, just got kicked in the ribs. The baby has decided that the comfiest spot to be is near my ribs. I think I disagree.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Unless you can convince the baby to move to another spot, I don’t think so,” You said, laughing softly.

“We have a few hours after this before our flight back home, you can take a nap then, or we can cancel our flight and stay the night and just go home in the morning.”

“It’s okay, I want to go home tonight. I’ll probably end up just sleeping on the plane.”

You and Jack watched the show and even though Jack didn’t win anything, you both still enjoyed yourselves. You skipped the after-parties, ending up back at your hotel, changing into comfy clothes. Jack had a pair of grey sweats and a tank top on, and you had a pair of black sweats and one of Jack’s t-shirts on. Even though you weren’t together, you felt since you were pregnant with Jack’s baby, it was fair that you got to steal his shirts.

You could tell that Jack was slightly disappointed. Going into the most prestigious award show in music with the idea that you could win, but then coming out with nothing was tough. Winning didn’t mean everything and it was an honor just to be nominated, but it was natural to be disappointed.

“You know,” You said as you turned on your side to face Jack. “I’m really proud of you.”

“Really?” Jack asked, turning to his side.

“Of course. I meant it when I said I would always be proud of you. Just because you made a mistake, it doesn’t take away how much effort you put into your work.”

“I uh, wrote a speech just in case I won, but I still wanted to thank you even though I couldn’t do it in my speech. So thank you for being my inspiration when I was writing and making the album. You supported me even when you didn’t have to and I’ll forever be thanking you for everything you’ve done for me. I wasn’t going to say this in the speech obviously, but thank you for being such a forgiving person even when I haven’t deserved it. I wouldn’t be where I was if it wasn’t for you, I was a mess when I broke up with you, and I probably would still be. You are the most amazing person I know and I couldn’t be luckier that you are in my life. I love you and I’m never, ever going to let you forget any of that,” Jack spoke as he reached up to wipe a tear that fell from your eye.

“I love you too, you know that. I can’t picture my life without you, and I don’t want to. I know that we will get to a point where we can officially be together again, without subconscious doubts or worries, but in the meantime, I’m really happy with where we are in our relationship.”

“Me too,” Jack said as he pulled you closer to him.

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#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader

[potatocockoli]

January 10, 2023

Love is sticking your fingers down the throat of the problem 

And saying it shouldn’t have to be a special occasion 

it should be as soon as you wake up and I want to wake up next to every part of you and i want the worst ones poured into the cup on my bedside table and i forgot how stale it would be but its you and me and you in me and id rather half empty spilled down my shirt then nothing at all

Please don’t say it back because I don’t think I could take it right now

No don’t do that to make me feel better I don’t need it you do

It’s fleeting 

Speak up

I didn’t listen because you didn’t mean it 

Everyday is a holiday because i make it so and everything does mean everything if you let it and everything is sacred if you want it dont tell me it doesnt matter because i need it to and you need it too if you want her to stay

If traditions start somewhere, this is mine, to say the things I mean when I mean them, without protest or hesitation or a god damn snicker from lashes in the corner of my eyes that sneak in at the most annoyingly convenient times

Yes this is my moment actually and I will not feel ashamed of that, because I’ll never be here again. 

It’s mine it’s yours it’s ours but this is how I am in it how I will be in it and i just wanted to let you know

How I need to be 

And I need you to understand that this is it, it’s all I have left, and see it’s already gone it’s already gone and I can’t get it back.

Why are you still talking it’s gone it’s gone it’s gone it’s gone and he’s never coming back.

So yes I will stand here and say that the green matches just right because she is the only one who sees it too, that I am me and you are you and we’re here and now no we’re not it’s gone now keep up keep up the lights dim and the color fades but

We’re never coming back so i need to meld to it even if its just a staple i bent when i needed something to do with my hands and she’s not looking at me anymore and i love that about her but only when shes with me and I forgot im sorry let me go back through the wardrobe and tie the scarves around my neck and he changed the fucking song and he’s falling asleep and I’m walking out the door but why can’t you just fucking ask me to stay im never coming back again until tomorrow exit stage left

off screen in a dream he says I want you to stay

Well yeah I want to stay here too she flickers the light from her bedroom two houses too late

its too late but im In it

i say i want to stay

in it

Tuck me into the couch and pull me back in it

I’m falling through the cracks in the couch and in the silent moments you think I can’t see through 

Under your skin and into you

Smell like you

I fucking am you

And we’ve been here before but it’s not here it’s there tucked away with the gum wrappers and the coins and napkins barely hanging onto the crutch that lies within the cracks of the couch cushions

And you spend all night looking for the remote you think is hiding with them because you need something to hold in your hands

But I’m right here 

I need to be 

Hey guess what 

Wait no what were you going to say?

Oh I lost it it’s gone and we’re not even here anymore.

It doesn’t matter anymore because now we’re here and not there

And it’s never coming back

And I’ll never be her again

She’s never coming back

He’s never fucking coming back

And I can’t come back from that

And it’s not me anymore 

We’re not even here anymore it’s gone

Car window down and my hair is in my face and I feel beautiful for the first time in my life

Can you just shut the fuck up and let the song play please I’m begging you

No shut up shut up shut up you’re ruining it

It’s gone

The song is done it’s gone and no we can’t play it again because it’s not right it’s not right it’s not right

I just wanted to do it right why did you have to ruin it it would have been perfect

My hair is in my mouth so I don’t say anything 

It doesn’t matter it’s okay it’s just gone and he’s never coming back 

We’re never coming back

It’s never coming back

Where were you?

Where’d you go?

Where did you go just now?

Was thinking

Thinking what

Oh too much too much too much

Past or present or future

Past

Taylor let it go

Let go

Let go

Let go

So we can move

On 

So I can move on from watching you moving on 

Taylor please

Parts of me boxed up like the day care jigsaw puzzle

There are parts of you I’ll never get to be and parts of me for rent on the street

Why couldn’t you have left me warmer clothes 

I reach for you and hope you grasp back 

But it’s fucking winter and I can’t wait

So I shiver in sweat at 3AM and pretend it’s okay that you’re not here and you didn’t write down that I get to keep the fucking sweater that never even existed 

And maybe we didn’t either 

If you were here would you be able to let go of her? They barely can

Taylor be nimble taylor be quick

Taylor be 

Would you even like me? Probably not but I also wouldn’t be this if you were still here or maybe I would or maybe I would be yours or maybe I’d be dead instead of you or maybe I wouldn’t be at all nothing at all 

I want to be nothing at all 

I want to be a bird in the night 

Softly soaring without a sound 

Looking down at fucking nothing 

But you know it’s not true 

Because I look at her and I think 

Why does god let me be here right now right here

I look at her and I am full 

Of nothing 

And that’ s why I’m Episcopalian 

That’s why I’m a pescatarian