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lukehughes43 · 3 years

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thunderstorms - jack hughes blurb

a/n: i’m like 99.9% sure i finished writing this over a year ago, and forgot to post and that’s why i couldn’t find it on my old account or this one. so here you guys go!

“wyatt, you have to go to sleep,” you sighed while standing up from the rocking chair that was still located in his room. his brown curls brushed against you chin as he pulled his head back from your chest to stare up at you. “don’t give me that look,” you added, knowing you couldn’t resist the blue eyes he had inherited from his father.

“i want daddy first,” he slurred, sleep clearly close to taking over his body. “i want daddy!” his legs began flailing causing you to set him down so he didn’t hit your small bump. his bottom lip jutted out as he stared up at you, arms crossed over his chest. “mommy, give me daddy,” wyatt demanded, his little foot stomping into the ground.

letting out a huff of air you nodded your head, “wy, he’s in the shower still.” you reached down and ran your fingers through his brown hair. “let’s get you tucked into bed, and as soon as daddy’s out of the shower i’ll tell him to come and kiss you goodnight, okay?” you asked, praying it would satisfy your toddler.

wyatt sighed before climbing up into his bed. “do you pwomise mommy?” he stuck his little pinky finger out towards you, since he’d seen you and jack do it before, waiting for you to wrap yours around his.

you hummed while interlacing your pinky with his, “i promise bubs. now let’s get you into bed okay?” he nodded his head, sleep finally taking over his body again. leaning over you pulled the devils comforter and sheets down so he could climb in. once he was settled and laying on his back he smiled up at you.

“goodnight mommy!” wyatt squealed, squeezing his eyes shut waiting for you to kiss him like you did every single night. “kiss me mommy!” he giggled, peaking his eyes open to stare up at you. smiling down at him you pressed your lips against his, his arms wrapping your neck to hug you. “i love you mommy,” he whispered as you wrapped your own arms around him.

“i love you too wy guy,” you mused before pressing another kiss to his lips. “now get some sleep bubs, i’ll send daddy here okay?” he nodded his head while dropping back on to his pillow with a thud. walking away from his bed you flipped on his night light, and turning off the room one as you walked to the door. right as you went to pull the door shut behind you, jack’s arms wrapped around your waist, his lips pressing against your neck. “hmm, hi love,” you smiled before turning in his arms, your own slipping around his neck.

he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, as your eyes looked down to the new bruise on his collar bone from the game. your fingers reached down and gently traced over it as he stared down at you. “hi sweetheart,” jack spoke, his voice causing you to meet his eyes. “wyatt looking for me?” subconsciously his thumbs started to rub against your middle, eyes looking over your shoulder to see his son now rolled over on his side most likely asleep.

“like always,” you added, looking behind yourself to see your son. “i told him you’d say goodnight, so you better get in there j.” he nodded before pulling away from you, and walking into the dimly lit room. leaning against the doorframe you watched jack kneel down before your two year old a smile growing on his face.

you could hear wyatt’s tired voice calling for his daddy, before watching jack get attacked in a hug. the sound of their laughter filled your ears before jack was calming him back down. “okay bud, it’s time to get some sleep okay?” you couldn’t hear wyatt’s answer bu watched as he leaned forward to give his father a kiss, “i love you too wyatt, now get some sleep. goodnight buddy, we love you.” by the time jack was done speaking he was standing by your side, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close.

“i love you too mommy and daddy,” he yawned, rubbing his eyes trying to fight sleep from consuming him. jack slowly pulled the door closed before turning to you again.

“ready for bed love?” you asked seeing how tired he was, the play-off game against the bruins being a lot rougher tonight then the previous two. “because you look exhausted jacky.” he nodded his head before dropping it against your shoulder.

slowly you lead him down the hallway to your shared room. “‘m very exhausted,” jack mumbled out as you walked into the bedroom. “can we just go to sleep now? i gotta get up for practice in the morning and ‘m not looking forward to it,” he whined before plopping down on the unmade bed.

you nodded your head before flipping the light off, then crawling into bed next to him. as soon as you slipped under the covers jack’s head dropped to your chest, laying right on top of his t-shirt you were wearing. his left hand inching the fabric up so his hand could rest on your raised stomach. his fingers lightly drew heart shapes across your skin, and you could feel him smile into your chest as he did. “j, go to sleep love,” you whispered while running your hands through his hair.

“i love you y/n/n, goodnight.”

you pressed a kiss against his forehead, watching as his eyes slipped shut, “goodnight j, i love you too.” with that you fell asleep with a smile on your face, and jack sound asleep on your chest.

it had to have been around one in the morning when you felt the bed dip, and one little hand press against your calf. the feeling was followed by the sound of hushes voices, and a loud crack of thunder. right away you knew wyatt had crawled into your bed, his body probably shaking from being so scared. opening your eyes you scanned the dark room, watching as it was illuminated by the lightning to see jack was now laying next to you, wyatt curled on top of his chest.

“sh, sh bud it’s okay wyatt, i promise okay?” jack murmured into the dark of the room, his voice almost being drowned out by the sound of the rain. “and mommy’s right next to us bubs, okay?”

rolling over to your side, you dropped your hand on to his back causing your boys to look over at you with sleep filled smiles. “daddy’s right, i’m right here okay?” slowly wyatt nodded his, “and you can sleep right in between us if you want. or on daddy’s chest, that’s my personal favorite place to sleep.”

jack’s head nodded, “she’s right. she’s been sleeping there since we were sixteen, and we’re twenty-one now.” wyatt made a funny face, those numbers being too high for him to comprehend them. “but i’m sure she’d let you sleep here for the night bud, right love?”

you lazily hummed for an answer, “of course you can wy, but you better cuddle with me next time there’s a thunderstorm okay?” a cheeky smile grew on his face as he nodded over at you, burying his head deeper into his father’s bare chest. when you heard jack groan you knew wyatt had hit the bruise. as another crack of thunder roared you watched as wyatt visibly shaked in jack’s arms. slowly you rubbed your hand up and down his back, as jack whispered sweet nothings into the boys hair.

slowly you watched as wyatt’s blue eyes fell closed, and his body stopped shaking in fear. your eyes looked away from wyatt, and back up to jack who was already looking down at you. “you know, he takes after his mother when it comes to thunderstorms,” jack teased, a lazy smile pulling on the corners of his lips.

“shut up, he does not,” you huffed, eyes rolling as you spoke. “i’m not scared of thunderstorms, luke is. he gets it from your brother.”

“well he is the baby of the family,” jack added, your eyes rolling once more. “okay but we can both agree it’s cute when wyatt crawls into our bed. it wasn’t cute when luke would crawl in between us when were were eighteen and he was fifteen.” a laugh fell past your lips as you remembered all of the nights you’d wake up to luke shoving you and jack away from each other so he could be in the middle.

“that’s because wyatt’s our son, and luke’s your annoying brother,” you answered, a yawn falling from your lips after. you smiled up at jack, before looking back to wyatt who was out like a light once more, lips parted as he breathed, and curls dangling over his forehead. “now if only you looked that cute when you sleep jack.”

your husbands mouth fell open as he stared down at you, “hey! that’s not fair!” you shrugged your shoulders before closing your eyes to fall back asleep, a smile on your face, and listening to jack grumble about how wyatt was his mini-me, but you wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

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enhalovebot · 3 years

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moonlight ੈ☪⋆｡

➻ yang jungwon x reader (gender neutral)

➻ fluff

➸ ˗ˏ ➶ [☁️]. ✧ ˚

⤷ over the course of your relationship, you never thought you’d love the nicknames that came with it. no matter how cheesy they can get.

Never would you have thought that you’d end up with Jungwon. The boy was so reserved and quiet when you first met him that you didn’t notice just how cheeky and playful he could be. At first, it wasn’t noticeable at all, but after some time, it gradually became very apparent. It started with something simple.

Bubs.

It was a lazy afternoon, and the rest of the boys were out, claiming you both deserved some quality time. Either that was the reason, or maybe Jungwon might have shoved all of them out the door. We will never know. But you’re just happy to spend time with your boyfriend.

“Hey, bubs? Can I lie down there?” Jungwon pointed at your lap. He didn’t notice the nickname. It just slipped out. But judging by your reaction, he may use it a couple of times until you're ready to blow up from the heat flowing in your cheeks.

“Yeah, s-sure.” You adjusted from your previous position, allowing him to lie his head on your lap. The moment his soft hair made contact with your pajamas, you knew you were doomed. Jungwon made himself comfortable on your pajama-clad thighs, enjoying the feeling of being loved as he is.

“We should do this more often, bubs.” There it was again. It was a simple nickname, yet it brings so many emotions you can’t control. “I agree,” you replied as you carded your fingers through his soft hair.

Babe.

It has been a while since you’ve seen Jungwon since both of you have different schedules, and finding time together is starting to get a little bit difficult. And now, for the first time in months, you finally found the time to visit the boys.

“y/n’s here! Make way losers!” Ni-ki excitedly pushed the door open to let you inside. Sunoo pulled you in by the arms in an attempt to hug you but was quickly interrupted by Jungwon, who whisked you away from the other boy’s arms. And the next thing you knew was the smell of familiar cologne.

His cologne.

“That’s not fair. You always hog y/n all to yourself when they visit.” Jake called Jungwon out from the couch, while the others only smirked in return. It was obvious the boy missed you. He missed you so much that he didn’t mind the countless teases thrown at him.

Whatever, Jungwon thought. He’ll deal with them later.

“I missed you so much, babe.”

There folks, is an arrow straight to the heart.

Darling.

You stood on the pavement waiting for Jungwon to meet you at the bus stop. He initially planned out a date, but it seems like he’s running late. Tirelessly, you sat down on the metal seats, moving your feet back and forth. Sounds of vehicles passing by kept you occupied as you waited for him.

You were expecting to wait for another ten minutes for Jungwon. However, sounds of aggressive panting came your way, followed by frantic footsteps. You glanced up to search for the source of the noise, and lo and behold, there he was. His hair was a mess, strands all over the place. His navy blue sweatshirt was ruffled and disheveled. And his shoelaces came loose by his furious running. And to top it all of, his flushed face matched his flustered state.

“I’m here, present.” Jungwon bent down, putting his hands on his knees, taking in massive inhales as he caught his breath.

“What happened to you?” You patted his back.

“Just took care of something.The guys were chasing me, kept asking me where I was going on a Saturday.” Jungwon met eyes with you, lifting his hand to caress your cheek.

“Glad to see you made it out alive.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, darling.” He slyly wrapped his strong arms around your waist as he emphasized the word ‘this.’ “Let’s get going, yeah?”

Cheeks.

“Hey, y/n?” Jungwon’s booming voice resonated from your doorway, feet planted on the floor in a stiff stance. You hummed, not looking up from your laptop. “Hmm?”

“Can you do the thing?” Jungwon drags his feet on the ground, shoulders slumped. “Do what?” Your eyes connected with his. There was a pregnant pause in the air as he carefully chose his following words.

Jungwon fiddled with his shirt, wringing the material in nervousness. He didn’t know what’s happening to him. His heart was going crazy. “You know..” He shifts from his weight on his heel. “Can you do the thing?”

Your eyebrows arched in confusion before it finally clicked.

Oh. The thing.

A smile slowly formed on your face as you stared at Jungwon, who was now sitting on your bed. He leaned in, eyes sparkling in admiration. “There it is. There’s the thing.”

“You feel better now?” You raised a hand to brush away the strands from his eyes.

“Yeah. Thank you, cheeks.” He suddenly stood up, racing out the door. But he made sure to give your cheek an affectionate squish before exiting the room.

Honey.

“Jungwon, have you seen my blan-” You paused, cutting yourself off as you saw Jungwon wrapped up in your favorite blanket on your bed. “Nevermind, I found it.”

Jungwon rolled on his side to face you with his face squished on the mattress. He looked adorable. “Sorry. It’s so soft I couldn’t help myself.” He paused and looked up at you in realization. Jungwon slowly raises the blanket, “Wanna share?”

A chuckle left your lips, shaking your head at his cheekiness. Jungwon happily invited you in his warm embrace once you started getting comfortable in his arms. “This is nice,” you yawned.

“Right? I could get used to this.” Jungwon hugged you even tighter.

Your breathing evened out as time passed by, and this didn’t go unnoticed by Jungwon. “Sleep well, honey.”

Buttercup.

You were laid down in the middle of the living room, bored out of your mind. “This is so boring.” You said, dragging out your words.

Jungwon, who was sitting down on the sofa, judged you in your current state, his eyes full of judgment as he looked you up and down. He didn’t mean to do it, he just loves seeing you react with just his eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You snapped at him.

“Like what?” He grabbed the remote, switching to different channels as he did so, searching for something good to watch. Jungwon doesn’t meet your eyes, though he feels like burning from your gaze.

“Look at me, Won,” you sat up, arms folded over your chest.

Jungwon mindlessly allowed his eyes to meet yours. “What?”

“See? Stop looking at me like that.” You pointed out the way his eyes stared at you with so much judgment.

Jungwon laughed upon seeing how you reacted to his staring. “You’re cute, buttercup.”

Angel.

Sounds of sheets shuffling emitted from your phone speakers, “Why aren’t you asleep yet, angel?” Jungwon placed his phone on his bedside to see your face better.

You released an exasperated sigh, “I got a lot of work to do.”

“You can continue doing it tomorrow. You need your rest.” Jungwon insisted on the other side of the screen.

“But I can finish it tonight if I stay up a little longer,” you took a glance at your screen to see, Jungwon already looking at you with a stern gaze.

“Go to sleep, angel. It’s past two am already.” He reasoned with you once more.

You bit your lip as you contemplated the consequences. If you get to sleep now, then maybe you’ll have more time to do your task. Then, on the other hand, if you don’t go to sleep now, you’ll have to face headaches the next morning. And for sure, you also have to face the never-ending speech Jungwon prepared for you.

“Fine, I’ll go to sleep.” You settled your things away, cleaning your desk of the mess you created.

“Goodnight, angel.”

“Goodnight, Won.”

Love.

“Don’t come near me!”

“Love, you’re being a dramatic mess right now. It's just a cold.” Jungwon placed his hands on his hips as he stared you down from six feet away.

“You’re gonna get sick if you come any closer.” You dramatically swatted your arms in the air.

Jungwon howled in laughter, shaking his head in feigned disappointment. He loves you so much, honestly.

“Nothing will happen to me, love. Put some faith in me.” Jungwon ignored your protests as he brought himself closer to you, not stopping until he was face to face with you.

Heat came rushing to your cheeks when you noticed him come closer to you. So, you lifted the sheet up to your face, hiding from the boy in front of you.

A teasing chuckle slipped from his lips. Jungwon slightly tilted his head to the side. “Hm? Why are you hiding from me?” His hand came up to gently tug the soft material off from your face.

You mustered a weak reply to save yourself from embarrassment. “No... I’m sick.” Your voice muffled under the blanket.

“Don’t get all shy with me now.” Jungwon grinned at your actions. All he got in reply was a slight nudge, indicating you said ‘no.’

Feeling his lips on yours left you speechless because it wasn’t really a kiss. But it had the same impact. The things Jungwon does to you.

Again, he shakes his head while giggling like a fool. Jungwon tipped his forehead on yours, pressing a soft kiss on your lips, which was covered by the sheet. “Get better soon, love.”

Starlight.

Music blared from the studio, booming like there was no tomorrow. Noises of shoes squeaking against the floorboard kept you going. But mostly, it was because of the boy dancing in the middle of the room. He had a smile painted on his lips, his eyes full of love, and his hands were reaching out to you.

“Come dance with me!” Jungwon ran to you, his hands holding yours as he spun you around.

You laughed at his antics. There was no other place you'd want to be. Being here with him was enough. Maybe more than enough. The both of you continued jumping around the room, not counting it as dancing anymore.

The song soon goes somewhat quiet, building up to the beat drop. Jungwon drew closer to you, preparing for the right time for the bass to drop. You stared back at him, confused as to why he also went quiet.

“Baby, you’re my starlight,” he perfectly timed his actions to the beat. And as the beat drops, Jungwon tugs you closer, giving you a light peck on the nose. Then, the sudden urge to get him flustered washed over you. “I think you missed,” you pointed to your lips.

Jungwon chuckles at this, but nonetheless, he still pulled you in for another kiss. This time on the lips.

Moonlight.

It was late.

Like, really late. But that didn’t stop Jungwon from dragging you out to the night. “Isn’t this fun?” Jungwon spoke with a mouthful of noodles in his mouth, making his cheeks look even more adorable than it was before.

“Chew your food, love,” you patted the stains away from his cheeks. Jungwon’s heart almost leaps out of his chest from how beautiful you looked under the convenience store lights. Simple is a word he associated with you. He loves the simplicity looming around you, reminding him that he is human too.

Both of you were in some 24-hour convenience store, spending your extremely early morning together. “Want some?” You pushed a plate of sandwiches. Jungwon shook his head, instead, he picked up a napkin and proceeded to dab away at the stain you didn’t notice you had.

“You got a little something…” Jungwon’s voice faded into a soft whisper as he concentrated on wiping away the mess on your chin.

“And... Done!” He threw the tissue, shooting it straight in the bin. You continued to stare at him while Jungwon went back to eating his meal. He didn’t notice you until he peered back at you from the corner of his eye.

“What?” Jungwon asked, unknowingly tilting his head a bit to the side.

You shrugged, “Nothing.”

“What is it?” Jungwon scooted his chair closer to yours.

“I’m just glad I met you.” You couldn’t meet his eyes. So, you fixed your gaze on the table in front of you while you fidgeted with your long sleeves.

There was a profound silence.

“I’m glad I met you too, moonlight.”

You almost flinched at his voice, seeming that it was so quiet before he spoke up. But something felt new.

“Moonlight?” You questioned.

Jungwon nodded, “You make me want to give you my heart, y/n.”

“Well then, you’re my moonlight, too.” Your hand traced the dimples slowly revealing themselves as Jungwon smiles at you like you’re the only person in the world.

They call me moonlight, too. Jungwon smiled at the thought.

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withcolebrock · 3 years

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Caught Simping

Corpse Husband x fem!Reader

Requested: yes :)

Summary: Corpse gets upset when he thinks Colby is flirting with Y/N

Warnings: swearing and cringe stuff

Word Count: 2,351

Author’s Note: I was going to wait to post this tomorrow but why not now lol haha. honestly this could’ve been better but ummm yeahhh, anyways the person had asked for Mr. Brock to be here so yay my two favorite men in one fic love it lol. also I literally could not figure out anything to title this so this is what ya get lol haha anyways I hope you guys enjoy it!!

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It had been an hour since they all started playing, a few people were getting tired. While others were willing to play for several more hours. “Be right back, gamer bladder,” Corpse and herself said around the same time, she stood up from her chair, placing her headphones on the desk. She left her gaming room, and shut the door behind her. She walked into the living room to see Corpse walking towards the bathroom. He stopped short as he looked towards her. His eyes looked her body up and down.

“Are you playing much longer?” he asked while he began to walk towards her. She shrugged slightly as she dropped the hoodie covering her head.

“I’ve got a few more games in me, are you almost done?” she asked while he slowly wrapped his arm around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’ll be done when you’re done,” he smirked as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. She smiled against his lips as she slowly began to kiss him back. They pulled away, smiling towards each other as they walked towards their gaming rooms. She entered her room again, she couldn’t hide the smile she had to her lips, as she sat down in front of her face cam.

She put her headphones on as she heard Sykkuno say, “Anyone got a fill?” A few people had said that they didn’t have anyone, Y/N began to text a friend of hers from the Vine days. Before she started doing gaming, she was pretty popular on Vine, she had over two million followers and she hung out with Sam and Colby all of the time during that time.

“Dave? Boyinaband? I know he has proximity chat already,” Corpse asked, Y/N smiled to herself as she heard his voice.

“Oh yeah, of course!” Poki cheered.

“Awesome,” he said into the mic, “We still need one more, right?” Corpse continued, muting his mic shortly after.

“I think I got someone, one second,” she said into her mic as she continued to text Colby. She muted herself briefly as she focused on what she wanted to say to him. Explaining that the group was playing the proximity version, asking if he had that version or if he could download it quickly.

“Who is it?” Toast asked.

She unmuted her mic and explained, “His name is Colby, We’ve been friends for years, if that’s cool with you guys,” she chuckled. They waited for a few of the people to join, they began to discuss some things going on in their lives, while talking to their chats. She muted herself in discord while she talked to her chat. “A few of you guys might know him, he has a channel with Sam Golbach, like creepy paranormal stuff. It’s pretty cool. We did vines together all the time, I’m sure they are on YouTube somewhere.” her eyes widened at the memory, the vines were overwhelmingly cringey as most of her vines were.

She unmuted herself in discord and told the group,“He’s coming and he already has the proximity chat,” she explained as she added his information into their discord call. She sent him the invite over discord.

“Sweet,” Sykkuno said, Y/N smiled to herself as she listened to Sykkuno. Shortly after, Dave joined the call. Everyone started asking Dave how he was doing, since they all haven’t played with him in a while.

“Uh, hello,” Colby spoke, everyone in the call immediately started greeting Colby. Poki had asked how Y/N and him had met, Colby laughed slightly, “We met at Vidcon like four years ago, when Viners were invited that year.”

Shortly after everyone introduced themselves to the new people, the game was started. She was a crewmate. “Oh my god, oh my god,” Y/N giggled as her character moved towards the lab. Colby’s pink character was following him, “No, Colby no get away from me, I don’t trust you,” she joked. He chuckled.

“Hey, come on, I promise I’m not an imposter, please stay with me and keep me safe,” Colby begged. Corpse’s character ran past them, he ran towards one of the nodes. “You have med scan? Let’s scan together,” he offered while making his character dance. Y/N rolled her eyes as she followed Colby’s character to the med scan.

“I do have med scan,” she giggled. She clicked off her med scan, seeing that she had to wait for Colby, she officially cleared him. “Okay, you’re cleared,” she explained as she started heading towards decontamination.

“See, I would never lie to you,” he said teasingly. They entered the small room and Y/N went to do wires.

“I gotchu,” she giggled. Shortly after a body was found near admin. Everyone began to ask each other where everyone was at, “I was with Colby the entire time,” she said as she hovered over the skip vote button.

“I wouldn’t let her out of my sight, she’s med scanned,” Colby explained, everyone laughed as they quickly began to ask everyone else where they were at.

“I was by O2 tree,” Corpse said, with no further explaination. He was never straight forward with his responses. Instead of further investigating, the group decides to skip vote. Except there was a rogue anonymous vote to Colby. Everyone gasped slightly at the sight.

“What? I hard cleared him,” Y/N laughed, as the screen faded into the game.

“Y/N please stay with me, I need your help,” Colby whined as they walked towards the admin table together. She quickly clicked onto the table checking to see where everyone was at. There were a few in the lab and a few near electrical. They both walked into decontamination. “Everyone else is so scary, you make me feel safe,” he drew out his words as they walked through the long hallway together. They entered the bigger room together to see Corpse doing simon says.

“Corpse!” Y/N whined as she motioned her character towards him, she danced near his character. Colby walked away briefly to do another task. He finished his task and as his screen lit up, he saw her character. He chuckled as he began to dance with her. “What are you doing down here alone, it’s not safe,” she muttered as she continued to dance her character with Corpse.

He giggled as he said, “I’ll join you guys,” himself, Y/N, and Colby’s character headed up towards the decontamination that led towards the admin table. They all stumbled upon Poki’s body.

~~~

The next round she was imposter with Poki, she was doing amazing. The proximity chat made it even harder to be imposter. She always screamed after she killed someone, but she had to stop for this type of game play. One of Poki’s kills was called, “Where’s the body?” Corpse asked.

“By the button,” Colby responded, “Where were you, Y/N?” he asked. Corpse let out a huff of air, while leaning back into his chair.

“I was on the left side of the map the entire time, Sykkuno can vouch for me, I was with him for most of that round,” Y/N explained, her heart racing. She raced her eyebrows and forced a smile.

“Yeah, there’s no way she could’ve done this kill,” Sykkuno responded.

“I don’t believe it, Y/N’s acting weird,” Colby said.

“How am I acting weird?” she asked through laughter. Corpse smiled to himself as he heard her laugh.

“I dunno, you’re just being all different, it’s weird,”

“I’m not being different,”

“Maybe a little bit you are,” Colby teased, everyone laughed as they all skipped at the same time.

“Definetly not,” she rolled her eyes playfully. The next round began and Y/N ran off with Corpse. “Bub, what tasks do you have?” she asked as she chased after his character, contemplating on killing him or not.

“Wires,” he said shortly. Her head shot back slightly at his response, he was never short with her. Suddenly coming from the other direction was Colby.

“Y/N, thank god! I missed you!” Colby shouted jokingly, he danced his character around Y/N’s as they walked towards decontamination together.

“Missed you too! What tasks do you have?” she asked to try and switch the conversation. Corpse didn’t say anything, he just stood and began to do his wires. They continued to walk down the long hallway. Once they were in the big room Corpse and Colby began to do tasks. Y/N stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as she saw Poki come running down one of the hallways. They moved their characters towards each other as they ran up and killed both Corpse and Colby.

“Oh my god!” Colby yelled.

“Uh, fuck I knew it,” Corpse commented. With the double kill, they won the game. “Good game,” he commented as he leaned back into his chair.

“I’m totally going to get you back for that,” Colby teased. It wasn’t much, but the more he spoke Corpse was getting annoyed. He wasn’t even sure if he was flirting with Y/N, but it sure felt like it. He knew Colby would never intentionally flirt with her, but he needed to do something.

“I’ll be right back,” he spoke into his mic. Corpse muted his mic in both discord and his YouTube stream. He stood up from his desk and left his gaming room. He walked towards hers across their apartment. He knocked on the door several times.

“One second,” she whispered into her mic, muting herself on both platforms. She stood up and pulled open the door seeing Corpse standing at the door fuming. “What’s going on?” she asked, noticing the small frown to his lips. Without saying anything he takes a small step towards her. He rested his hand on her lower back, he lifted her shirt slightly as he rested his hand on her skin. The sudden cold feeling sent chills all over her body.

“Why is Colby flirting with you?” he asked as he looked her features up and down, he looked back into her soft concerned eyes. Her mouth fell open as she shook her head slightly. She stood silently as she looked into his squinted eyes. His fingertips grazed over her skin as they spoke.

“He isn’t, that’s just how he is,” she explained, he raised his eyebrows slightly as he took a long breath. “I promise he’s just messing around,” she reassured as she rested her hand onto his cheek. He pulled her body towards his, he pouted his lips. “It’s nothing more than just jokes, I promise,”

“He’s not very funny,” he let out. She chuckled as she shook her head slightly. She moved her hand slightly as she ran her finger across his bottom pouted lip. His lips curled upward slightly, at the touch. “I don’t like it when another guy jokes around with you like that,” he whispered as she slowly pulled her finger away from his lips. She slowly moved her hand from his cheek to the nape of his neck. “I’m the only guy that can do that.” She rolled her eyes playfully as she moved closer to him.

“I’m sorry,” she let out, he looked her body up and down slowly before he slowly dropped his hand away from her skin.

“It’s okay, I’m just-whatever,” he shook his head as he bit his bottom lip, she raised her eyebrows as her eyes widened.

“Were you just going to admit to-”

“No,”

“I think you were,” she teased as she watched him walk away from her gaming room.

“No,” he sing-songed as he walked into his room. She giggled as she shut the door and headed back to the game. She put on her headphones and unmuted herself in the discord call.

~~~

She ran her fingers through her wet hair as she walked towards her bedroom. She pushed open the door to see Corpse laying on the bed scrolling through Twitter. She walked towards her side of the bed and picked up her phone from the side table. She read a text from Colby, thanking her for allowing him to play with her. She quickly responded as she sat down on top of the comforter. She rested her phone down onto the side table again, while plugging it into the character.

She inched closer to Corpse, he lifted his gaze towards her, a wide smile forming to his lips. “Hey,” he muttered barely above a whisper. She slowly laid down beside him, while adjusting the pillow beneath her head.

“Did you make something trend on Twitter or something again?” She questioned, he rarely sat on his phone scrolling through his social media unless he was messing with his fans or reposting his fans art or people who share his music. He chuckled while shaking his head.

“Not intentionally,” he motioned the phone towards her, she took a hold of it and saw that #SimpCorpse was trending. She furrowed her eyebrows as she clicked on the first video that showed up. It was a slowmo of Corpse taking a hold of her waist earlier in her stream. She gasped, covering her mouth. He nodded slightly. She lifted her head to meet his gaze, she thought he would be mad but he wasn’t. “I think that’s funny,” he chuckled as he rested his phone on his side table.

“I didn’t think to turn off my face cam, oh fuck,” she laughed nervously.

“It’s fine, Baby, I promise,” he tilted his head to look towards her. “I mean, I am always a simp for you,” he teased, her features scrunched together as the words left his lips.

“That was really cring-” she tried to say but he shook his head as he leaned down slowly to press his lips against hers. She kissed his back softly as she giggled slightly, “You were definitely a jealous simp today, then,” she played along. He pressed his lips together while shaking his head. He slowly fell back onto his back.

“I wasn’t jealous,”

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outerbankspreferences · 3 years

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50 Wordless Ways To Say I Love You - Drew Starkey

#22. Listening to them while they vent

Word Count: 1930

MASTERLIST

SERIES MASTERLIST

It had been three weeks since you and Drew had officially gone public with your relationship. It was something he was more nervous about then you. Drew had watched firsthand the struggle Rudy and Elaine went through and he didn’t want to expose you to that form of hate. The two of you had talked about before, but Drew was always hesitant insisting you guys wait.

At first you thought he might be embarrassed of you and your relationship. You weren’t famous, and you didn’t really enjoy all the attention on social media. That’s what made you agree to go on date with Drew in the first place. He wasn’t stuck up and posting his whole life on social media like everyone else.

You had assured Drew that you would be fine, and you wouldn’t let the hateful comments get to you. In all honesty, you hadn’t really expected to get much hate. You figured that there would be some, everyone loved Drew, but you were hoping that his fans were able to see how happy you guys were together. Both Elaine and Maddie C. had warned you not to be naïve about it, but you were too stubborn to listen.

You and Drew had both made a post to your social media accounts of pictures you had taken together through quarantine and filming season two. You had also gone ahead and made all your social media public, so if his fans wanted to, they could follow you too. All your friends had congratulated you guys, and Drew’s cast mates did the same thing.

The day after you guys had gone public you had checked your Instagram in the morning like you always did and noticed that lots of people had commented on the pictures you guys had posted. Not half as many commented on yours as they did Drew’s and when you felt happy when you first started reading the comments. Most of them were wonderful and kind while others were hateful. You brushed off the mean comments and choose to reply to some of his fans that were being kind to you guys.

Drew had figured that with all the hype of filming for season two coming to an end, your guy’s relationship would be the last thing the fans cared about. He worried about you and didn’t want to see you hurt over what people would say. He had heard the horror stories from Rudy and Chase about how much hate their significant others went through, and he didn’t want to risk that for you.

Drew had kept a close eye on you for the first couple weeks to make sure you weren’t spending too much time on your phone. He also always checked your social media and the comments, coming to your defense if needed. He knew firsthand how easy it was to fall down a rabbit hole of reading hateful comments about yourself and what it can do to your self esteem. All the cast had kept a close eye on you. You were the only one who never used Instagram, and they all knew how much you hated the attention on yourself so when you guys started to go public Drew had asked them to discretely keep a close on eye you when he couldn’t.

Maddie B. had brought it up one night when you were over at her place for wine. The two of you had been talking when you checked a notification on your phone assuming it was Drew, but Maddie watched the way your face dropped when you looked at your phone. “Is everything okay?” She asked completely forgetting what she had been talking about.

You moved around in your seat pulling your knees to your chest. “Uh yeah fine, I guess. Just the hate gets to be too much I guess.” You spoke up suddenly becoming much more interested in your drink. “Have you talked to Drew about any of this?” She questioned farther. “No, I told him I would be fine if we went public. I just don’t want to upset him, y’know?” You responded almost questioning you reasoning. “I think you should say something to him about it, he’ll understand Y/N.” Whether you said anything to Drew or not, Madison would, so you took the easy way out and decided to talk to him about.

When you got home, Drew was sitting on the couch playing a video game with Austin. The two of them were hollering at the television when you got into the apartment. Nether had noticed you even came until you dropped your bag on the couch next to Austin. “Jesus Christ Y/N. you gave me a heart attack.” Austin chuckled to himself, before moving over so you could sit between them. “Sorry, what are you guys playing?” You asked grabbing at the bag of chips that they had been eating. “Call of Duty (sorry I don’t play video games, it’s the only one I know lol)” Drew spoke up shifting so you could lean into his chest.

You watched the two of them play for a little while when you decided to take a shower. You and Drew lived in separate apartments, but you had kept some of your things over at his place for when you spent the night. “I’m going to get in the shower.” You spoke kissing Drew in the cheek before getting up. “Do you mind getting me another drink before you go love?” Drew asked giving you his best puppy dog eyes. You smirked at him, “yeah of course, you want one too Aust?” You asked the blonde next to you. “No, I’m good, thanks though.”

Once you got his drink you headed towards Drew’s room to grab some clothes. You figured a hot shower would make you feel better and then you could finally talk to Drew about what was going on. You turned the water on and waited for the bathroom to heat up before hopping in the shower. Once you got in you realized that you didn’t have any shampoo or conditioner at Drew’s place. You sighed before grabbing his and using that instead. You stood there letting the water roll down your face, your mind wandering to a place you were trying to avoid. All the comments you had read coming back to you and you hadn’t realized you were crying until your eyes started to burn. It was one of those silent sobs not wanting the boys to hear you.

Once you got out you dried yourself off before changing into your shorts and one of Drew’s t-shirts. You looked in the mirror, wiping your face with a cold cloth trying to cool your skin so it didn’t look like you had just cried your eyes out. You took a deep shaky breath before opening the bathroom door. You looked down the hallway and the apartment was now dark and you assumed everyone had gone to bed, so you head towards Drew’s room. You opened the door to see Drew laying on his bed shirtless. “How was you shower bub?” He asked scrolling through his phone. “Uh- it was good, but I didn’t have any shampoo left so I used yours. I hope that’s okay.” You spoke throwing your clothes in the laundry basket. “If it was such a nice shower, why were you crying?” Drew asked and he didn’t need to see you to know you were caught in a lie. He had walked by the bathroom planning on joining you when he heard your quite sobs. He decided to let you have your moment and question you when you got out. It broke his heart to watch you hide your feelings from him. “I got soap in my eyes.” You lied even though you knew he wouldn’t believe you. “A lot of crying for soap in your eyes. Please Y/N, talk to me. I just want to help.” Drew spoke softly, getting up from the bed coming over to you.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing his head on your shoulder inhaling the smell of his shampoo in your hair. “You can trust me I just want to help you.” He whispered into your skin. That was all it took for you to lose it all over again, crying for the second time that night. This time it wasn’t silent, it was loud and broke Drew’s heart all over again. Your body went weak into his and he sat you both on the floor while you cried into his neck. Austin had heard the commotion from his room and ran in only to see you being held tightly in Drew’s grip. Austin gave his friend and understanding nod, and slowly closed the door giving you two some space. You clung onto Drew like he was going to slip away any second. “Please love, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong.” He spoke softly not wanting to overwhelm you.

“I don’t know what I did Drew. I tried so hard to get them to like me. I thought posting pictures of us together and pictures of you would make them happy. I thought they would be happy for us. I thought it wouldn’t bother me, and now it’s all I can do is read everything they’re saying about me. I mean they’ve been saying awful things. And I just don’t know what I did to them.” You got out over choked sobs and long stutters.

Drew didn’t need to wonder who you were talking about he had seen some of the comments on your social media. He figured if it was something you couldn’t handle that you would come to him but clearly, he was wrong. He was angry with himself for not seeing that you were hurting, and angry at his so called ‘fans’ for treating you the way they had. He sat quietly waiting for you to calm down again. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there for when your breathing had normalled. When he thought that it was okay to speak, he took your face gently in his hands guiding you to look at him, “oh baby, it’s okay. I wish you would have come to me sooner. I could’ve helped you.” He spoke softly as too not overwhelm you more. “What can I do to help you?” He asked searching your eyes for answer but all he could find were tears.

“Just hold me please. I just want to be with you.” You whispered, and despite the hot tears running down your face Drew placed a soft kiss to your lips. Drew wrapped his arms around your waist in a tight grip moving you guys to his bed while you clung onto him like koala. Once he got you both settled comfortably, he spoke again, “what they’re saying about you isn’t true Y/N. They don’t know you like I do, like we all do. You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met. Please don’t believe what they’re saying. They’re just jealous of how amazing, talented and beautiful you are my love.” His words almost made you start to cry again, and you could tell how sincere he was being. You snuggled your head further into his chest and inhaled his comforting scent. “I love you, Drew.” You whispered and thought maybe he didn’t hear you, but his grip tightens around you and he kissed the top of your head. “I love you too beautiful.”

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pockyxx · 3 years

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“ christmas day ”

iwaizumi x fem! reader

genre: domestic fluff. (dad! iwa, uncle issei + uncle takahiro, mentions of uncle toru)

the sun poured into your bedroom, comfy blankets draped over you and your husband’s intertwined bodies. it was christmas morning and you knew that you children would come storming in any moment.

as expected, tiny foot steps pattered along the hardwood floors. you smiled to yourself pretending to still be asleep while you felt the weight of the bed shift just the tiniest bit.

“mommy wake up it’s christmas!” your youngest, misa shook you lightly as you acted as if you just woke up.

“what really it is?” you shook your husband, “hajime did you know it was christmas?!” your daughter giggled as hajime woke up himself.

he rubbed his tired eyes before getting a look at his two girls. he gave an equally shocked expression, causing more light hearted giggles to erupt from misa.

“does hiroki know?” he asked, groggy morning voice sounding in the quiet room. this caused a laugh to come from the hallway. peeking head through the door frame, hiroki your oldest child tried to over his mouth with his hands.

hiroki looked more like iwaizumi than you, in face the spitting image of him when he was young. he was two years older than misa who was 4.

“i tried to tell misa not to wake you but she didn’t listen.” he inched closer to the bed. hajime laughed, gesturing him to come to the bed along with misa.

as both your kids sat in between both of you, hajime jumped up, tickiling their bellies and roaring like godzilla.

from the squeals and giggles from your children, you couldn’t help but close your eyes and enjoy the sound of their voices.

you pulled misa closer to you, “hey bug did santa come?” her eyes widened with a child like glee before she grabbed her brothers arm, dragging him out while exclaiming ‘we need to see if he ate our cookies!’

hajime looked over at you with a wide smile, pressing a long passionate kiss onto your lips. as he pulled back he’d transferred his smile onto you.

“let’s go, the kids are waiting.” you both got up, the morning routine had been put aside for the day. hajime looked just excited as your kids, scrambling to get his cellphone ready for pictures.

both of you walked down the hall walking in on misa and hiroki gasping at the missing cookies and half drunk mug of milk.

misa ran up to hajime, pulling on the brim of his sweater, “daddy, daddy santa ate our cookies!” she gave a toothy smile.

“and he drank our milk!” hiroki added, running over to you. you beamed down at the two children who eagerly rushed to their presents under the tree.

“alright bug.” hajime looked at misa, then to hiroki, “bubs, which gifts do you guys want to open first?” he let the kids scan over the gifts, both picking out ones with similar wrapping.

“good choice,” you sat down at the couch, “those are both from uncle toru, he sent them from argentina.” it was clear by her expression misa was thinking, ‘where’s argentina?’

nonetheless both of your precious children began unwrapping and tearing at the boxes. misa shot up at her gift, holding it up in praise.

“look what uncle toru got me!” she waved up a small white puppy stuffed animal with a small purple colour and a brown spot in the shape of a heart.

she hugged it with all her might while hiroki pulled out his own gift, his eyes wide in marvel.

“uncle toru got me a dinosaur kit!” both kids were equally energetic and it was only the first present. hajime smiled as he video tapped, asking “alright what do we say to uncle toru?”

both chimed in with thank yous as hajime stopped recording and sent the video to his friend.

the morning was filled with opening presents and slowly sipping coffee as the children had already started playing with their toys and trinkets.

hajime sat next to you in the living room as misa played pretend with her new puppy and hiroki was trying to set the new volleyball given to him that year. your husband nudged you a little, slipping his hand in yours and bringing it up for a kiss.

“merry christmas darling.” he winked at you as you laughed, looking at the time, getting up to put the christmas turkey into the over. in the kitchen you could hear the hushed voices of your kids along with their father.

you walked back into the room to see what they were up to and all of them straightened their backs, hiroki and misa holding something behind their backs.

“go on give mommy her gift.” hajime placed his hand on hiroki’s back and he stepped forward, pulling out a box.

“oh, i made a card too mommy!” the card in question was mostly just a picture that misa drew herself of your small family. of course there was hajime, standing tall with exaggerated spiked hair, with you right next to him, a small heart connecting both of you. then misa had drawn both herself and her brother holding ice cream cones, why? who knew but it was adorable.

“thank you so much babies! should i open the gift now?” both kids nodded vigorously as you shot a cheeky look to hajime. you sat down on the couch, hiroki wiggling in on your left and misa to your right.

“hm, i wonder what it could be...” you played along, slowly unraveling the ribbon keeping the box together. gasping when you saw it, you looked up at your family. “this is so pretty.”

“the kids helped me pick it out.” hajime rubbed the back of his neck as you picked up the small bracelet, “will you help me put it on?”

misa quickly ran over to your aid and snapped on the bracelet. you pecked her cheek and pulled hiroki in as well and planted a kiss on his cheek, to which he crinkled his nouse. “you too.” you smiled up at your husband who leaned down and kissed you.

both you children gagged slightly in a joking manner while you and hajime laughed at their expressions. you looked at the time.

“now you two need to go clean your room and get dressed— uncle issei and uncle takahiro are coming over for dinner.”

—

“alright, room check bug!” hajime called out before entering his daughters room. he held his fingers to his chin like he was deep in thought.

“hmm... nice work bug.” he swooped down rubbed her head causing her to jump.

“daddy your gonna ruin my hair!” she pouted, hajime took her up into his arms and laughed,

“you really are you mother’s daughter. let’s go see if your brother did just a good of a job.” he walked with misa in his grasp as he pushed open hiroki’s door.

the boy sat in front of his mirror, trying to properly button up his dress shirt. hajime placed misa down, telling her to go help you set the table.

“dad can you help me?” he frowned, flapping his arms down after failing to fix his shirt. hajime chuckeled, kneeling down.

“‘course bubs.” he smiled, carefully realigning the buttons so hiroki’s shirt would be even. hajime put his hands on his son’s shoulders, smiling profusely before giving him the same pat on the head that he gave his daughter.

the doorbell rang and hiroki’s head shot up, “uncle issei and uncle hiro are here!” he rushed out of his room and to the door.

hajime wasn’t too far behind as he met you and the children at the door. you fixed a clip in misa’s hair before opening the door.

mattsun and makki stood at the door, carrying gifts for the children and wine for the adults.

“for you two.” mattsun bent down and passed the two same size boxes as makki leaned forward, a nice bottle of wine, “and for the mr and mrs.” he handed you the bottle as the two stepped in and stood off both their coats and winter boots.

“how are the two of you?” mattsun asked, hands on his hips, watching the children shake the gifts trying to figure out what was inside.

“we’re doing good, come come, dinners already ready.” you guestured bringing everyone to the dinning table where the meal was spread out like you said.

“hope the drive up wasn’t too bad.” hajime mentioned, sitting down across from his high school friends. they shook their head.

misa ran to mattsun’s side, hiroki not too far behind, “can we open the gifts now?!” they were too hyper. mattsun looked at you two for approval and you nodded.

“go ‘head.” he smiled as the adults resumed their chit chat. hajime shook his head slightly as he saw his kids rip more wrapping paper from the corner of his eyes.

“you guys really didn’t have to, it’s bad enough oikawa spoils them all the way overseas.” they all laugh at the comment.

“mommy look we got remote control cars!” misa showed you, holding a red racer while hiroki held a blue one.

“don’t forget to say thank you.” hajime reminded them as they scurried to their uncles, bowing in thanks. it was almost like hajime could read their minds as he continued, “you two can race them after dinner.”

both pouted but listened to their dad nonetheless and silently the food was passed around. a quick ‘thank you for the food’ and everyone had dug in. it was a saying that the food was tasty is no one talked over the meal.

in this case, it was true. a few snickering comments and ‘hiroki use your napkin’ later everyone was stuffed.

“y/n the food was was..” hanamaki mimicked a chefs kiss before falling back in the chair. issei agreed, pouring himself another glass of wine.

you shook your head, thanking them for them for the compliment while misa tugged on hajime’s sleeve.

“daddy, can me ‘n hiroki race our cars now?” he nodded, “of course bug, just make sure not to break anything.” and like that they rushed off to give the toys a whirl.

mattsun and makki talked about how their jobs where going or in makki’s case, how the job search was going. bringing up how much the kids had grown since the last time they saw them, despite it not being that long. you laughed as they retold embarrassing stories from highschool. overall, the night was fun.

by 10:30 both misa and hiroki had gotten a bit bored of racing, finding their way back to the dinner table.

misa sat in hajime’s lap, tiredly flipping through pages of ‘volleyball monthly’ but mostly to just observe the picutres since she’d only just started learning to read.

“hey isn’t that uncle toru?” she asked, pointing to a picture, everyone laughed and nodded as hajime explained how he was playing for argentina and how they’d made it past the qualifiers for the olympics.

misa woke up slightly, “daddy will you teach me to play volleyball too?” it was in that moment that you could swear you saw tears in hajime’s eyes as he nodded in agreement.

his friends all smiled, seeing how truly soft iwaizumi had become. they’d always known him as a rough-around-the-edges sorta guy, who was a strict vice captain. now, he was just a strict coach but he was also a family man. they mentally applauded his duality.

the conversation slowly began to die down, hiroki had started to read a book he got, dismissing himself for bed while misa had managed to fall asleep on hajime’s lap.

“do you want me to take her up?” you offered but your husband shook his head, carefully getting up and carrying misa to her room.

“iwaizumi is a good dad.” matsukawa stated, leaning forward in his chair with a smile. you agreed, telling them all about it.

“i’m not surprised he’s managed to get them both into volleyball.” takahiro laughed as well.

“yup, hiroki just started volleyball lessons and misa’s still a bit too young but i’m sure hajime will keep that promise and teach her when she’s old enough.” you placed one hand over your other, feeling the wedding ring you adorned. “he really is a great father, just something else.”

while up in misa’s room, hajime has placed the 4 year old under the covers, placing her head gently on her pillow. he smiled, cautiously taking out her hair pins, scared they were going to hurt her if she turned over.

she had subconsciously grabbed ahold of the stuffed animal oikawa had gotten her and he smiled. hajime placed a kiss on her forehead, “‘night bug.” he whispered, too quiet to wake her as he turned on her nightlight and left the room.

his next stop was hiroki’s room, and not surprisingly he was already in his pajamas, under the covers. with his book in hand, he smiled when he saw his dad.

hajime sat on his bed, peeing at the book. “how’s the reading coming bubs?” he asked while hiroki yawned slightly.”

“it’s good dad, they’re about to go on a quest to stop the demon king.” he laid his head down on the pillow. hajime laughed, “i’m glad you’re enjoying it but it’s bed time now.”

hiroki nodded, placing his book mark where he left off, sliding it onto his nightstand. hajime couldn’t stop smiling.

“goodnight bubs, sleep tight.” he chuckeled, placing a kiss onto hiroki’s forehead, the boy’s eyes fluttering shut.

“goodnight dad, say goodnight to mommy too.” he turned on his side.

“will do.” he nodded, turning off the lights and making his way back to the dinning table.

once issei and takahiro had taken their leave, wishing them all the best you and your husband could finally unwind.

hajime’s kissed your shoulder playfully, smiling into you skin as you changed into pyjamas. you turned around, hugging him with all the energy that was left in you.

“your so good to us.” he said into you ear and you laughed.

“speak for yourself, haji.” you kissed him again, “you’re an exceptional dad.” he blushed at the comment, tugging you to bed and under the cover.

you found yourself in your usual spot, head on hajime’s chest with his large arms stayed snaked around you.

kissed were thrown back and forth, small conversation about how you two would need to burn off all the food that you ate today.

hajime lookedbdown and thought you were sleeping, pressing a kiss to your temple, you let out a small confession. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

you peaked your eyes open and his cheeks reddened realizing that you heard him.

“i don’t know either but i’m glad we have each other.” you laughed, pressing your ear to his heart beat.

“yeah, y/n, i love you so much.” he kissed you before slowly closing his eyes.

“i love you too.” and like that you two fell asleep together after celebrating another christmas with your beautiful children.

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eminems-skittles · 3 years

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distractions [timothee chalamet x reader]

timothee chalamet x fem!reader warnings: none just fluff word count: 1.2k a/n: gif not mine

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

The silence woke her. Something that normally would be welcoming to most people while trying to get a full night's sleep. The streetlights that lined the street outside seeped through the half open blinds in the otherwise dark bedroom. Something was different. She scanned the room. Everything seemed to be in the exact same place, except for one thing. Timothée. When Y/N fell asleep, he was right next to her, well, under her.

What woke her up wasn't that he moved. It was the absence of the mumbled music from Timothée's headphones that drew Y/N from her sleep. She had grown accustomed to falling asleep as he blasted whatever his newest favorite album was at the time, as he looked over a script or scrolled through twitter.

How he had not woken her up when he got up was a mystery since she had fallen asleep with her head on his chest. Y/N sat up and pulled herself out of the bed. Her bare feet met the cold hardwood floor. She moved skillfully out of the room, carefully dodging the furniture and objects scattered around the floor. Making her way down the hall of her and Timothée's shared apartment, she was met by the soft yellow glow from the kitchen light.

Timothée stood at the sink, hands on either side of it, staring out of the window overlooking the busy New York streets. His hair was a mess, like he had been messing with it. He was wearing pj pants and a baggy hoodie. Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his back. He jumped, slightly startled by her presence. He turned around in her arms, facing her.

"Mon amour, why are you awake?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face.

"I could ask you the same question, bub. I woke up and you weren't there. And I can't sleep without you there" She whispered to him. Y/N brought her hand up to his cheek, noticing how tired he looked. "Are you okay?"

He leaned into her hand, closing his eyes. He covered her hand with his and kissed the palm of her hand. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just stressed about work is all."

"Wanna talk about it?" She intertwined their fingers together and brought their hands down.

He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to Y/N's forehead. "Not really if that's okay. I don't want to focus on it anymore. I just want to be here with you now. You always make everything better." He wasn't lying. He had been stressed about one of his upcoming projects but the second he felt her arms around his waist, all of his worries melted away. It was as if she was a magician who could make all of his problems disappear with the wave of her hand.

"Of course it's okay, bub. I'm here if you do ever want to talk about it." She smiled at him before kissing his cheek. She realized that she had to distract him from whatever was bothering him. "Your hair looks funny right now. The curls are going everywhere." She giggled. Oh how Timothée loved her giggle. It was music to his ears.

"Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime" Timothée mumbled, peppering her face with kisses and pulling her into his chest, leaning against the sink. She played with the strings on his hoodie. "Sorry for waking you, mon amour."

"Je t'aime aussi. You didn't wake me, bub. Your headphones not blasting music woke me up," Y/N giggled,pulling away slightly to look up at him. She poked his face lightly.

He chuckled softly at what she said. Timothée decided that in this moment, she was a goddess merely visiting the mortal plane. The way her y/h/c hair was laying just at her shoulders, slightly wavy and messy, made her look flawless. Her y/e/c eyes were somehow glowing in the dim kitchen lights. The way she could transform his worst of moods into the most genuine happiness. He loved everything about her. She was the craziest, funniest, most adorable person he'd ever met. Yet at the same time, she was serious, caring and compassionate. And in his eyes, she was the most perfect person on the planet.

"You're gorgeous," he said, causing a pink blush to make its way to Y/N's cheeks. "Wait, how did the lack of music wake you up? I would have thought me moving you off of me would have woken up," he asked playfully, his curly hair bouncing as he laughed.

"Stop it," she whined. "I've just grown used to hearing it when I fall asleep."

"I didn't even realize you could hear the music. So do you sleep worse when I don't have music going?" He inquired, half serious, half playfully.

"Oh TImmy stop it," she swatted his chest.

"No, I really want to know," he replied, his laugh dying down. His green eyes searched her face, looking to see if she was actually upset about how her sleep was affected by him.

"Oh okay. Well to be completely honest, the worst sleep I get isn't when you are here to cuddle with or play obnoxiously loud music, but when you are out of town," She teased him, but was dead serious. When he travels or she travels, she tends to toss and turn all night long.

"I see. Well, why don't we go cuddle and get to sleep right now and take advantage of all this cuddle time we have over the next few weeks." Timothée lifted Y/N over his shoulder, and ran to their room. Y/N giggled, begging Timothée to set her down.

He set her down on the bed before climbing in next to her. Timothée pulled the covers over them as Y/N rested her head against his chest and laid her arm across his stomach. He wrapped his arms around her.

"Music tonight?" He asked, a smirk settling on his face.

"Oh be quiet," Y/N replied, sitting up slightly to look at his face.

"Bonne nuit, mon amour," Timothée told her, leaning forward to press a kiss against her lips.

"Goodnight bub," she replied, kissing him quickly before laying down again. She snuggled back into his side.

It was quiet for a few seconds before Timothée said, "So where did we land on the music?"

"Goodnight Timothée," she said, jokingly angry. Y/N looked up at him before brushing some hair out of his face. Stress had settled itself on his face again. "Get some sleep, Timmy. There is nothing to worry about okay? I love you and whatever is bothering you, we can get through together okay?" Y/N kissed him again, softly and full of love.

"Mmm," he hummed into the kiss and pulled away. "Were you just distracting me this whole time?"

"Maybe," she dragged out the last syllable, ending with a yawn. "I could tell you needed a distraction."

"God, I love you!" Timothée all but shouted. "Merci mon amour. Merci. Now it's time for you to get some sleep." He kissed her forehead. Timothée moved so he was on his side and facing her. She snuggled into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.

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jeongvision · 3 years

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Can I request a Kun parent!au with the prompt “I’m still in love with you.” JSBXJDBDJX thank you in advance also don’t worry about trying not to disappoint readers- write it however you please, I love your writing so I’ll like it anyways

pairing. ex-husband! qian kun ✗ teacher! fem! reader

genre. angst, parent au, non idol au

warnings. mentions of divorce, slight cursing, not proofread but wbk

author’s note. bubs you are going to make me cry you’re too sweet to me omg thank you thank you thank you [insert ugly crying face here] hope you enjoy this blurb! this was a little difficult to do lol

It’s normal routine for you every weekday: wake up, get ready, prepare lunch meals, wake up your daughter, get her ready, and you two take off to school. You were lucky to have your daughter, Jia, assigned to your classroom so it placed less of a burden on your part in ensuring her well-being is in good hands. Not that you don’t trust your co-workers but just seeing her smiling and giggling all over in class put your heart at ease.

You two currently stood behind your desk, your figure crouched down to her height as your hands working in dressing Jia up in layers and bundles to protect her from the harsh winds outside. All your students have left to their buses whereas you two stayed behind to depart in your own vehicle.

However, it’s Friday, and for the next couple of days, she won’t be staying by your side until Sunday night. Instead, she’ll be staying at someone else’s place for the time being.

After zipping up her coat, you look back to your daughter’s face and smiled. You tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. “Ready to go see daddy, Jia?”

Your daughter flashes you with her signature gummy smile. “Yes, mommy!”

Grinning, you stood back up and grabbed your belongings. With your hand grasping onto her own, you two walked out of your classroom and made your way down to the main office. Most of the teachers have clocked out with a few staying behind to clean up or prepare for the next school day. Other than those staff members, it’s mostly individuals that are on janitorial duty that are present.

As you finally arrived at the main office, you and Jia decided to take a seat while waiting for her father. She swings her legs in her seat, her feet up in the air due to her small stature. You took the time to grab your phone out and browse through your notifications, fingers swiping and tapping away on your screen.

“Mommy?” Jia called.

“Hm?” You looked away from your screen down to your little one where she looks up to you with beady eyes. Every time, without fail, you would always see a certain type of innocence to her eyes, too pure for the unpredictable world you both lived in, something you hoped she’ll always have as she continues to grow older with each passing day.

You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear as it falls onto her frame. “What is it, baby?” Your fingers ghost besides her cheek, prompting her to lean her cheeks into your warm hand. There’s a slight pout on her lips.

“Do you not love daddy anymore?”

Your body stilled at her question, blood running cold. You knew that eventually this day would come, where your child gathers the utmost courage to ask you about a sensitive topic. She probably knew how touchy the subject was, given how it’s been over six months since you both adopted the current arrangement: weekdays at your place with weekends being solely at her father’s place.

You smiled, not a centimeter of it reaching to your eyes. “I never said that, baby,” you responded. “Why? Did your friends in class say anything about it?” You were worried that with your daughter growing up with divorced parents, her peers would tease her for being ‘parentless’ and such. That’s why you kept a close eye on her in class, making sure she doesn’t have to deal with such troublesome matters.

She shook her no. “No, but mommy, everyone talks about doing things with their mommy and daddy..” She looks down to her fiddling fingers, her body oozing with caution as she approaches further into the topic. “... and they always talk about how their mommy and daddy love each other.”

Your heart aches at every word she lets out. It’s hard, to give her the childhood you always wished for your child. You tried your best to show her that she is loved, regardless of the marital status of her parents, and that is all that mattered. But of course, you should’ve known that there will always be an ounce of doubt somewhere along the road.

You gulped, desperately trying to calm your uneasy heart. “Jia, baby..”

She looks back up to you.

You smiled solemnly. “I can’t say that your father and I will get back together again—” you enveloped her into a hug “—but I can promise you that I still love your father.”

She reciprocates your hug, her little arms stretching as far as they can around your torso. As you two pulled away, you could see through the glass windows a familiar car pull up by the sidewalk.

Her father is here.

You stood up from your seat. “Let’s go, baby. Daddy is here.” Her facial expression brightens at the mention of her father, hopping off her chair with excitement. She giggles and skips in her steps as you two walked out of the school building hand-in-hand. You stopped halfway to crouch down to Jia again, hands cupping her plump cheeks.

“Have fun at daddy’s house, okay?” you said. “And be good. Don’t make me get a phone call from him saying you did something bad.” You jokingly give her a narrowed look, Jia giggling from your funny expression.

“I will, mommy!”

Satisfied with her answer, you stand back up as her father gets out of his driver’s seat and walks around to see you and Jia.

He grins. “Jia!” he calls out.

She jumps gleefully besides you. “Daddy!”

She runs over to her father where he crouches down to her height with his arms wide open. She collides to his chest, earning a grunt from the latter at the sudden impact. They both share a laugh, making you fondly smile. He stands back up and opens the door to the back seat, buckling her up in her booster seat reserved only for his princess. Once finished, he gently closes the door and turns to face you. You both smiled awkwardly at each other, still a considerate amount of distance separating the two of you.

“Y/n,” he acknowledged.

You nodded. “Kun.”

For what felt like hours, you both said nothing to one another. The only thing you two could hear as you stare into each other’s orbs are the sound of passing cars and birds chirping in their homes. Gulping down his fears, he walks towards you, each step marking their way over to where his world stands. He stops just a few steps away, too afraid to cross the line you mentally drew around yourself.

He chuckles nervously. “How have you been?”

“Good,” you nodded. “You?”

“Likewise.”

The silence is deafening, suffocating almost. It’s been so long that you have last seen him so up close and it reminded you all over again on why you fell in love with him in the first place. You missed the time spent together with him, all the hours by his side that made you the person you are today. You don’t regret meeting him at all, but you can’t deny that what you missed the most is him, and solely him.

“I’m still in love with you, y/n,” he murmured.

Your breath hitches in your throat, suppressing the sob that approaches before you. Masking the tremor he placed on you heart, a dry chuckle escapes past your lips.

“I know,” you whispered. Not sparing him a chance to respond back, you nod towards his car. “Your daughter is waiting for you in the car.”

The words he wanted to let out rests on the tip of his tongue, failing to take off when you looked back at him with such dejection. And so, the least he could do is heed to your wish, something he wasn’t able to do years ago. He walks back to his car where Jia awaits, away from where the love of his life resides. As he drives off into the distance, the dam that held all your emotions at bay finally releases, a wave of turbulent emotions taking over your body, shaking you to the core. Out in the cold, the damn breaks and you let the tears cascade down your cheeks, despair cloaking your entire existence. It hurts, really, knowing that your lover will never be free from his arranged marriage. Forever will be remained shackled to his parents and casted in the dungeon to act as their puppeteer.

He stayed locked up in his cage just so you could fly free, out in the world beyond where the sun shines upon the meadows and bring life to all, but darling, how could you fly freely when your wings are left behind?

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quietmyfearswith · 3 years

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girl at home ; andy barber x fem!reader ; 2/3

status — completed series

word count — 4,616 words

warnings — smut!!!!!! unprotected penetrative sex (tho in my mind reader’s on the pill lmao) few swear words, angst??? making out in pool, mean!laurie, sad!reader

pairing — andy barber x fem!reader

a/n — there will be a third part which will be the final part,, lmk what you think

tagging @tonystankschild

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Andy initially thought that following his divorce with Laurie and Jacob staying with his mom, sadness and loneliness would be his constant companions; however five months later and he found himself feeling warmth and happiness in his house that witnessed the tribulations he’s been through.

“Here’s your coffee and breakfast, bub,” Hearing her call him the nickname he’d been bestowed with after their night out made the attorney smile as he planted a kiss at the top of her head. Sitting beside her at the breakfast bar, Andy’s hand blindly searched for hers as he was reading the newspaper. “Got a busy day ahead?” She shook her no to answer his question, placing the utensil down, she placed her chin on the free hand that he wasn’t holding on to, “What do you say we head to the rec center after work and go there for a swim?”

Eyes peeking from where he was sipping on the hot liquid, “Wouldn’t it be too soon to when it needs to close?” Y/N rolled her eyes as she flicked his tie, teasing him even more, “Just say you’re a boring old man and go.” Before she even got the chance to move away from him to grab her things, Andy placed his mug down and pulled her into him — her back to his chest as he placed his face on her neck, his beard tickling her skin as he purposefully rubbed it on her to elicit a reaction.

Giggling, she scrambled to push away from his grasp, “Okay, okay! I take it back. You’re not boring.” With that he let her go as he put on a stern look, “That’s more like it! And don’t worry I’ll head there after work to prove it to you.” Hooking her bag on her shoulder Y/N waved one last time, “Better not make me wait for you, Barber.” The man could only laugh as he took a sip of his coffee, “Wouldn't dream of it, honey.”

The day dragged on as if to tease Andy since he looked forward now more than ever to clock out of work and head down to swim. And not a second more, when the clock struck four, he quickly chucked all files into his briefcase as he bolted out of his office and drove to where he promised to meet Y/N. Even as he changed his clothes from his formal wear to his swimwear, he’d fumble in excitement. “There you are, thought you’d retire to bed by now,” Her teasing voice greeted him once he walked out of the locker room.

“I’ll show you who should retire to bed,” Andy promised as his arms wrapped around her smaller frame and with his strength pulled her out of her seated position to push her all the way into the pool. Her squeal was the last thing they both heard before they both were submerged in water. “You fool!” She splashed water at him and Andy only threw his head back in laughter, “That’s what you get for teasing me, sweetheart.” Rolling her eyes, she moved to swim away from him and the older man followed her.

The next few minutes they spent swimming and chasing each other; the pool was all to themselves since swim lessons had ended earlier and since it was almost closing, they had the pool all to themselves. “How was your day, attorney?” Y/N asked as she floated around in the middle, but Andy decided she wasn’t close enough; he placed both his hands at the middle of her back, dragging her to him so she had no choice but to wrap both her legs around his torso. “It was boring earlier; but now it’s a whole lot of fun.”

Tracing his face with both her hands, she planted a few kisses on his lip before joking, “I wonder why you’re having fun.” Lowering his hands to her bum, Andy squeezed it as he bit her lower lip, “It’s all because of you, baby.” And with that he engulfed her mouth with his, which led them to make out in the middle of the pool. With both their hands trying to hold on to every part of the other they could reach. Y/N disconnected her lips from his, causing the man against her to growl, but she only smirked as she moved her head to place open-mouthed kisses on his neck. “God you feel good,” the man groaned as he caressed her smooth thighs and looked at her with desire as she stopped kissing him.

As they both were about to kiss again, one of the elderly lifeguards happened to walk in and scolded them, “Oy! Center’s closing in ten minutes; get out of here and don’t have sex in there!” Y/N pulled away from Andy, which the latter didn’t like as he prevented her from doing so. “We’re sorry! We'll be leaving,” She then untangled from his tight grip and pulled on his hand, urging him to ascend from the pool.

“That was embarrassing!” Y/N groaned as they entered their home, arriving from the recreation center and the fast food restaurant they ate at. “Well, it’s not like the lifeguard was there when we began swimming.” Andy countered as he placed his jacket on the coat hanger and plopped himself down on the couch. “Do you realize that sometimes on normal conversations, you use your lawyer logic and tone?”

The former assistant district attorney looked at the girl beside him, bewildered with what she had just told him, “My lawyer logic and tone?” She nodded as she lifted herself from where her head was leaning on his shoulder, “Yeah you get all defensive and list down everything in a serious voice.” She explained with her arms demonstrating how he crosses his arm and looks sternly. But Y/N was quick to reassure him before he could even overanalyze a part of him, “Don’t worry though, it’s hot when you do that.”

Andy then decided to use that as leverage, as he stalked towards her so when her back hit the armchair he placed both his arms around her — effectively trapping her. “It’s hot when I do that, huh?” He adored how she gulped nervously but nodded, “Well what if I do this,” His lips grazed her lips as his moved down on his way to plant kisses on her collarbone. Moving one of his hands from the armchair to lift her head up to look at her, “I think you and I both know where this is going baby, so you need to tell me now if you want to stop; I won’t get mad if you don’t want to continue.”

Throughout the first few months they’ve been living together, Andy and Y/N haven’t gone beyond kissing or the occasional make out. Getting to know each other was more of their priority every time they were together; hence why they have yet to have sex. But now, after getting to know each other better and almost learning everything there is to know about each other, they both saw themselves ready to connect with each other on a whole other level.

Y/N’s hand reached around to rest it on the back of his neck, pulling him in close enough so her lips was against his as she spoke, "I don’t want this, I need it,” And kissed him deeply to which Andy moaned out in pleasure. His hands toyed with the hem of her shirt and pulled it off her. “Such a naughty girl without a bra,” he toyed with her as his lips wrapped around a nipple, she mewled out as he licked and nipped before switching to the other nipple and repeating the same actions.

“Please Andy, don’t tease me,” Grabbing onto his hair, she tried to move his head away from between her breasts, “I need you to eat me out, please.” Kissing her navel he moved down, “Only because you asked so nicely, I will.” Sliding off her skirt, as well as her panties, Andy groaned out upon seeing her sweet pussy. “Let’s see if you taste as good as you look," Was the only warning he provided before his tongue lapped up the juices that were dripping from her pussy. Arching her back, Y/N pushed Andy’s head further; pleading for him to continue on with how he was forcing his tongue in her tight hole as his thumb was rubbing on her hard nub.

“You taste divine, honey,” He spoke without detaching from her mound which caused her to shiver from the vibrations of when he spoke. Licking from her hole up to her clit, he then sucked and nipped on it as he teased the tip of his finger into her pussy. “Time to check how tight this pussy is,” He declared as he slowly eased his index finger in. Closing his eyes, he relished on how warm and tight her walls were on his finger, imagining what more if it was his cock pushing inside her.

“Andy please, I need you,” She cried out as one hand grabbed onto his hair, attempting to pull his head away while the other played with her breast. Opening his eyes, he was enraged at the sight of her adding more pleasure for herself — he pulled his finger and mouth away from where he was pleasuring her and grabbed the hand that was fondling her boob, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” His wild stare on her aroused Y/N even more and she could only meekly mumble out, “I need your cock, sir.” Upon hearing her grace him with that title, his jaw clenched with desire and he searingly kissed her mouth, “You got sir so hard, baby. It’s been so long since I’ve done this; think you can handle me?”

Y/N desperately nodded as she clawed at his back — and was surprised when her nails clung onto his skin, she never noticed that he took off his shirt, but was pleasantly surprised to feel his skin against hers — and moaned out, “Yes I can take it, sir.” She opened her eyes and watched with hunger as Andy took off his pants and underwear to reveal his cock.

However she didn’t have time to take in all its glory as one of Andy’s large hands separated her pussy lips while the other stroked his cock, spitting on his hand he rubbed some of it to her cunt, “You ready for me, honey?” He slid in one stroke before giving her the chance to reply, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she drew out a moan from being filled.

“Fuck you feel good,” Andy moaned as he rested his forehead against hers, looking down on her doe eyes as he rut hard and slow against her. “Do you like how I’m fucking you?” Y/N was out of breath and could only nod as she bit her lip; but that didn’t satisfy the lawyer as he pinched both her nipples and huskily demanded, “Say it, honey, tell me how much you love it when I ram into you.”

He then proceeded to place both his hands on the back of her thighs, pushing her legs all the way past her back and knelt down properly so he could thrust in and out of her at an inhumane speed. “Yes sir, I love how you pound in to me,” She managed to gasp out as her ears were filled with the sound of Andy’s grunts of how warm and tight she was as well as the sound of their skin slapping.

“Are you close, honey?” Andy rubbed her clit when she mewled out how she was close; he was too and it was becoming a challenge for him to continue on with his harsh and rapid thrusts, but he wanted the two of them to climax together. When her hands grabbed for his firm butt and pushed him so close that his trimmed pubic area tickled the back of her butt and thighs, Andy took it as cue that she reached her climax and was now orgasming around him.

Seeing her body shake in pleasure had him groaning out, “You look divine like this, honey.” He didn’t thrust in and out of her, but settled for moving his hips in circular motion — which prolonged her release and eventually triggered off his own as he anchored his hands on her waist to ground him and hold him steady as he let out a loud groan of pleasure.

Once they both released their cum and calmed down, Andy laid down his head on Y/N’s chest, kissing her skin with more tenderness; as the latter lovingly stroked his hair as her legs wrapped around his torso. Both of them silent as they enjoyed the post-orgasm bliss before Andy peered up to the girl and smirked, “Don’t think I’m done with you yet; I got months worth of pent up frustrations and a round with you won’t keep satiated.”

With that said, the two then continued to go at it like wild animals in heat at every surface of the house.

It was unexpected — no emails, texts, calls, or any sort of communication, really — that warned Andy that Laurie and Jacob would come over the week before Thanksgiving. But here they were — two days after Y/N and Andy had sex for the first time. And upon arriving at their old home for the first time in months, the two immediately noticed how there was another car parked in front of their house.

“I doubt that’s Dad’s,” Jacob suspects as he grabbed his bag from the backseat, “He doesn’t really like compact cars.” Laurie silently agreed with what her son said, but the only thing she could tell him as he placed a hand on his shoulder as they started to walk was, “Only one way to find out, don’t you think?”

Knocking on the door, they were expecting the bearded man to open it and looked surprised at their sudden arrival. It was them who had their mouths wide open upon seeing a girl opening it. The lack of responses from Andy’s former family prompted Y/N to introduce herself as she asked, “Hi, can I help you?”

Jacob was the first one to snap out of his shock by asking, “Is my dad here?” Y/N then widened her eyes upon connecting the dots, “Are you his son, Jacob?” When the boy nodded, she then turned to the woman beside him, “And you’re Laurie, his ex-wife, right?”

When Laurie silently nodded, she then moved away from the door to usher and welcome them in, “Come in, then! Sorry I didn’t know you guys were coming.” As they stepped in the house, they noticed how nothing much has changed from the whole set up, except for the girl’s presence.

“We were planning on surprising him, actually,” There was a bit of sass in Laurie’s tone once she said that but Y/N didn’t notice that as she cooed, “Aw, that’s great! Though I don’t think he’ll be here for a couple of hours. He said there was an emergency in the office.”

Nodding, Jacob couldn’t help but wonder bluntly, “Are you dad’s girlfriend?” The mention of the said title had Y/N’s heart fluttering — it was what she hoped Andy thought of her, but the two never did discuss what their official label was — and she was quick to clarify, “No, I’m not. I just live here, I’m renting the other room upstairs.”

“Oh so dad really went through with my suggestion,” Jacob sighed as he sat down on the couch and fiddled with his phone. Laurie, however, was skeptical despite her justification yet remained silent about it. “Which room are you renting?”

Y/N offered them something to drink, to which they both declined, before answering, “The one across Jacob’s; I think Andy also left that room untouched so it should be good for you guys.”

“Mom can I go meet up with Sarah? I promised her I’d see her,” Jacob asked as and was given permission to do so. “Bye see you, mom,” He kissed her cheek on the way out, “Nice meeting you, Y/N.”

Waiving goodbye to the teenage boy, Y/N felt awkward being in the same room as Andy’s ex wife. She didn’t know how to start a conversation with her and was just hoping she didn’t make her feel uncomfortable. “So you and Andy are just what? Roommates?” Laurie pried as she sat on the breakfast bar, across from where Y/N was standing from the sink.

Clearing her throat, she stammered before saying, “Yeah, we’re roommates, I guess.” The nervousness on her tone gave Laurie all the confirmation she needed; that the younger woman hoped that they would be more.

“Are you sure that’s really all that you are?” The question had taken Y/N back, tilting her head in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Laurie pinned her down with a hard stare as she rephrased her question, “Do you like Andy?” Looking down Y/N fiddled with her fingers as she swallowed before answering, “I think it’d be awkward if I were to answer that don’t you think? Like with you being his former wife and all.”

As she trailed off, the brunette shook her head and reassured her, “It’s fine, I’m just curious that’s all. You can trust me on this,” With her eyes displaying sincerity, with a nervous chuckle Y/N recounted her memories with Andy, “I mean, over the months I’ve lived here, we’d always spend time together. Cooking, talking, watching movies — he’s great company to have around and there never really is a dull moment when I’m with him. And I’d like to think that he thinks the same? Like he enjoys my company as well,” She paused for a minute, recalling if there had been any instance where the lawyer seemed unsatisfied in spending time with her; but when she failed to think of one she proceeded, “And we’ve only been intimate a couple of days ago.”

With how her gaze was on her hands, Laurie’s sinister smile missed the sight of the smitten girl. “Oh you poor thing,” Y/N snapped her head up and furrowed her eyebrows which spurred Laurie even more, “You’re convenient for him; no other woman from this neighborhood would look at him the same following everything that went down. He just missed a female’s touch and companion; rather than being lonely, he’d spend his time with you.”

Blinking back the tears that threatened to escape both her eyes, Y/N shakily breathed in and out as she processed what has been revealed to her. And it made perfect fucking sense, most of the times she’d be the one to initiate their conversations and Andy would look spaced out but be brought back to reality to laugh politely or listen to what she has to say.

“Does he call you honey?” She asked and Y/N did remember how he called her that a lot when they first got intimate a few days ago. Once she nodded, Laurie faked sympathy as she said, “That’s what he used to call me, all the time when we were together.”

Smirking at her current state, Laurie got up from their barstool, “I’m gonna go settle our things in Jacob’s room.” As the older woman grabbed their bags that were on the living room, Y/N headed for her own room as well, “I’m gonna go over to a friend’s for the weekend so feel free to use my room if you need to.”

She didn’t bother hearing out Laurie’s reply and instead hastily went up the stairs. Placing clothes and toiletries on a small duffel bag, she glanced on her phone and noticed how there had been a text message from Andy that read: Coming home in a few, will bring home some pizza and wings. Can’t wait to see you, honey.

Ignoring the text she grabbed the duffel bag and handbag, heading down — thankful Laurie wasn’t anywhere to be found — and started her car and drove somewhere else.

One thing that Andy developed as lawyer was to have a keen and watchful eye; and that became useful as he pulled over to his garage and noticed how Y/N’s compact car wasn’t parked where it usually would be in front of the house. But instead there was an SUV there.

Carrying two pizza boxes with the container of the wings on top of it, Andy entered through the back door. “Y/N, I’m home! I have some finger food so we can watch while we eat,” He called out for her as he placed the food by the coffee table. Turning to the kitchen he was surprised to see that instead of the girl he’d been calling out for, it was his teenage son who was there. “Jake?”

The boy stood from where he was sitting and left his phone on the breakfast bar as he went over to his father, “Hey dad,” They hugged and as Andy nuzzled his cheek on the top of his son’s head, he’d come to realize how much he’d missed him.

“When did you get here?” The bearded man asked as they pulled apart from the hug and sat down on the couch, “A couple of hours ago. You weren’t here when we arrived and Y/N welcomed us. So you really went through with the whole renting the bedroom plan huh?”

Shrugging, Andy smiled at the mention of the girl, “Yeah, it just worked iut well for the both of us.” Not used to seeing his father all smiley, at least not for a while, Jacob assumed that there was something more to it and teased him, “You like her don’t you?”

Andy jokingly hit his son the shoulder, “Shouldn’t I be the one to ask you those kind of questions?” Jacob just laughed as he hit his father back, “You’re avoiding my question, so that indicates that you do like her.”

Rolling his eyes, he decided to change the topic, “Is your mom with you?” Nodding, Jacob pointed to the top floor, “Taking a shower, I will too after her.”

“Good, ‘cause you stink,” Andy teased as the two boys caught up on the recent events of their lives.

In the middle of their conversation, footsteps coming from the staircase were heard, “Alright Jake, it’s your turn.” Laurie yelled as she reached to where she heard noises of chatter were coming from, “Oh hey, Andy.”

Andy waved at her, “Alright I’ll leave you two to it,” With Jacob standing up to go upstairs and bathe, Laurie took the spot her son had left. “How are you?” The lawyer politely asked.

Smiling, Laurie replied, “Good, really good. Me and Jake are loving Bakersfield. He’s doing well in school and didn’t have trouble making new friends.”

Their son had mentioned that and Andy was more than pleased to find out that the events that occurred in Newton didn’t haunt and affect him in the new city they moved into. “He also mentioned how you’ve been seeing someone?”

Eyes widening and blushing at that Laurie chuckled, “A bit? Greg was introduced to me by my cousin and the few dates we’ve been to was fun.” Her former husband was not bitter upon learning that; in fact he was delighted that she had found someone who made her happy. He might have been that person who did so in the past, but their previous mistakes and blunders caught up to them and proved that they couldn’t return to how they once were.

“What about you? Are you seeing someone?” Laurie inquired; since she thought it was only fair to ask about his love life as well. Scratching the back of his neck, Andy could feel the heat rising to his ears as he thought of Y/N. “Kinda?”

“What do you mean kinda?” The answer Andy offered was vague and didn’t scratch the itch his former wife had about his status. “I mean, Y/N, she’s been living here for a few months now and she’s made this house feel like home again.”

He looked over to Laurie to watch her reaction, seeing how she had a stoic one he thought he should explain further, “I was sure I’d be brooding and lonely following what happened,” He gestured to the space between him and Laurie, “But she made it possible for me to be happy again. She looks after me and listens to what I have to say without judgement. Her wits matches mine and she’s never afraid to back down to tease or debate.”

Holding his hands up Andy apologized, “Sorry I rambled a bit; I got too excited.” Before he placed his hands back to where they were on his thigh, Laurie grabbed one of his hands, interlacing it with hers. Fazed with what she did, he looked at her with his mouth hung agape, but before asking her about it she was quick to ask first, “Have you told her about what you feel?”

“No,” He was wiggling to move his hand away from hers but she wouldn’t budge, “Where is she, by the way? She didn’t reply to any of my texts.” Andy heard Laurie laugh multiple times, but he never heard a sinister-like one come out from here, and he did just now as she clarified, “After talking to her she said that she’ll be staying at a friend’s house.”

Andy felt uneasy with how Laurie bridged the gap between them so her front was facing his side. “After talking? What’d you talk about? What did you tell her?”

He could feel the anger and irritation slowly boiling as Laurie shrugged her shoulders, “It’s good you haven’t told her what you just told me,” Her other hand reached over to rest on the back of his neck and caress the skin there, making Andy even more irritated, “Because you and I both know that all of that’s not true.”

Pushing both her hands away, Andy moved from the couch to the opposite one as he snapped, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Come on, Andy!” Laurie smirked, “You and I both know you’d never go for someone like her!” That contributed even more to Andy’s frustration as his nose flared but she just kept going, “You’re lonely and still longing for what we had; hence why you think you like her. She’s not your type and frankly you’re way out of her league.”

“Lonely? No, that’s not the case! I know in myself that I do in fact like her. What the hell do you mean that she’s not my type?” He sassed back, defensive at how low she thought of his Y/N. “What does it matter to you, anyway? Aren’t you seeing Greg?”

Crossing her arms, she gave him a pointed look, “I am seeing him but that doesn’t mean I can’t look out for you! I’m telling you she’s not good enough for you, Andy!”

Before he could even have a chance to argue back, Jacob’s loud footsteps interrupted their heated exchange. As he reached the main floor he announced, “I’m ready to spend some family time this weekend!” Effectively ending the argument that somehow missed Jacob’s ears.

As they all agreed to have a movie marathon, Andy couldn’t help but worry about how where Y/N was and how was she. Deciding that perhaps through text is the best way to reach her as of now.

Hey, honey. Where are you? Please text me back right away. We need to talk.

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obxsummer · 4 years

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Three Times // JJ Maybank

word count: 3.6k

pairing: jj maybank x reader

warnings: child abuse, descriptions of injuries, underage drinking, cursing, honestly these poor kids wow

summary: the two instances where you flinch at jj’s touch and the one where he finally finds out what’s wrong.

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The first time, JJ got suspicious.

You wanted to scream. Your voice was gone, lost somewhere in the chaos as you curled up on the floor of the kitchen. You wished you could leave, go back to California with your mom, but she was gone, and instead, you were stuck here with your shitty father and primadonna of a step-mother. It had started recently, the abuse. The first few months in the Outer Banks had been awesome. You were so excited to finally be on the coast with the remainder of your family but it changed faster than you could blink.

You never knew stating your opinion on what to have for dinner would end with bruises on your ribs and a bloody lip, but your dad never failed at making sure you knew your place. “Fuck,” You mumbled as you got to your feet and grabbed a paper towel to wipe off the blood from your face. Glancing at the clock, you knew you were late for movie night with your friends so you ran upstairs to cover up with some makeup before walking out.

A few days after moving in with your dad, you had met the resident Pogues: John B, JJ, Kiara, and Pope. Their friendship was unmatched, but they were quick to welcome you into their group with open arms. The five of you got along so well it was as if you had known them your entire life. It didn’t take long until you found yourself staring at JJ most of the time, curious as to what it was like to be wrapped up in his arms as more than friends. Luckily, he was open to letting you find out and the two of you had been dating since.

The usual chaotic energy was evident when you made it to John B’s house. You could hear JJ’s laugh as soon as you stepped on the screened-in porch followed by Kiara’s scream. It was evident what had happened, with Kie’s soaked hair and clothes while JJ held empty water bottles.

“You dick!” She screamed as she turned towards him to attack him for revenge. “That was freezing!”

While your boyfriend was busy defending himself, Pope greeted you with a drink. “What’s up?” He asked as he uncapped your spiked lemonade for you.

You shrugged your shoulders and gave him a smile before taking a drink. “The usual, Pope. I can’t wait to move out.”

Your friends weren’t strangers to the fact that your dad and step-monster were mean at times, but none of them knew the extent of everything. You chose clothing wisely and always covered anything up with makeup before getting close to them. Even when you and JJ spent time alone, you were careful about how much you revealed.

“Babe, help me!” JJ whined for your assistance as he continued to fight off Kie’s anger. You shook your head at his antics and continued to sit next to Pope just as John B entered the area.

“Absolute dumbass,” John B mumbled as he sat on your other side. He twisted his bandana around his neck before relaxing against the couch cushions. “You know not to fuck around with Kie, bro!”

Once Kiara managed to get JJ back enough to her standards, she let him go. With a satisfied smirk, she stepped back to admire her work. While JJ had managed to get her with water, she found it fitting to retaliate with the rest of her beer which covered his t-shirt and hair.

“Ah fuck,” JJ cursed as he pulled his shirt off his body and threw it on the ground. “Now I gotta shower, Kie.”

She didn’t even apologize and instead went inside to get another drink. JJ groaned and tried to dry his hair off as much as possible with his shirt before facing the three of you with a frown. You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped at the sight of him looking like a wet puppy.

“Come on.” You stood up and offered him your hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Whistling followed your words as Pope and John B winked at the two of you, leaving JJ to flip them off as he let you pull him inside. You walked into the back room to grab an extra shirt from the collection of clothing that was forming slowly. Honestly, each of you had a fair share of your stuff around John B’s house. You weren’t sure why, probably because you all spent so much time here anyway, but it was turning out to be convenient.

“Here.” You handed him a new shirt alongside a towel for him to shower. “Now go clean off so we can actually get drunk and enjoy the night.”

“You’re so good to me.” JJ took the items before setting them aside and turning back to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closure. You shook your head at him, leaning forward to kiss him lightly before moving back. JJ’s hands squeezed your hips but you jerked back at the sharp pain in your side from where your step-mother’s heel had connected with your body.

JJ let go instantly, his eyes filling with concern at your reaction. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“JJ, you’re fine, bub. Go shower.” You quickly made a move to get around him and head back outside, but his hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you to a stop.

“Talk to me,” He whispered as his thumb rubbed your cheek gently. “What happened?”

You shook your head and gave him a smile to try and reassure him. “I fell down the stairs earlier because I was moving too fast to get here. It’ll be fine, don’t worry about it.”

Although he didn’t seem convinced, JJ let you walk away. He watched you disappear onto the porch again before he moved into the bathroom to shower. He wasn’t an idiot. As someone who fell at the hands of his father, he knew enough about the pain that followed and how often it had him flinching in someone’s grip. Now, he was worried, but if you weren’t going to tell him, he would have to figure it out himself.

The second time, JJ got frustrated.

You were laying out on the HMS Pogue next to Kiara, both of you tuning out the boys as you tried to tan. It was John B’s birthday, and despite your wishes to throw a small party, he really just wanted to spend the day with the four of you doing whatever he wanted to do. For him, that meant getting drunk on the boat by three and crashing on the couch to watch movies all night.

You had managed to avoid setting your dad off the entire week and you were hoping he would be in a good mood for you to invite your friends over for some pizza and movies. You never really asked much of him, or your step-mom Kimberly for that matter, but he somehow found a way to make it seem like you did.

Once you guys made your way back to shore, you pulled out your phone to call your dad while everyone unloaded the boat. Sending JJ a look, you stepped aside to be away from the noise for a few minutes.

“Hello?”

You took a deep breath. “Hey, Dad! Um, are you busy?”

You could hear him sigh. “Not at the moment, but I don’t have much free time. What do you want?”

“I was just wondering if I could have a few friends over to hang out, maybe spend the night? I was going to order pizza, and pay for it of course, but I just wanted to see if-”

“Goddamn it! I thought Rick handed this in. Y/N, look, I have to go. You know the rules, nobody at the house. Your ass better get home now or you’re grounded, do you hear me? And Kim said you didn’t even do your chores so you’re already on thin ice.”

Tears filled your eyes as you nodded. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

“Stupid bitch. Leaves her worthless daughter to come to me and become my problem. How the hell is that fair-”

You hung up, not wanting to hear another word he was saying into the phone. You turned around to see John B and JJ waiting for you to finish up. You quickly wiped the evidence of tears off your face before walking towards them.

“Everything okay?” John B asked as he recognized your upset expression.

You forced yourself to smile as you shook your head, shoving your phone into your pocket. “My dad needs me home. Something about people visiting. I’m so sorry, JB. I tried to reason with him but he’s just-”

“You’re good, Y/N.” John B stood up to give you a hug, rubbing your back as he did so. “Seriously, don’t worry about it.”

“You were supposed to spend the day with us though!” JJ interrupted as he stood up. He was clearly upset about your departure and for some reason, he wanted to make sure you knew. “This is bullshit, Y/N! You’re seriously leaving early on his birthday.”

You shook your head, not needing JJ’s criticism at the moment either. Thankfully, John B came to your rescue. “Bro, leave it alone. There will be a million and one opportunities for us to watch movies together. It’s no big deal”

“It’s your birthday, man,” JJ continued to argue. “We promised we’d spend the day with you.”

You stepped back slowly, inching towards your car that was parked next to Kiara’s. “I’m sorry,” You mumbled as you watched your boyfriend try to reason. “I wish I could.” Without another word, you ran to the driver’s seat and climbed in. As the car came to life, you spared a glance out the window to see JJ glaring at you before driving away towards the place you barely considered home.

Kimberly had taken care of you herself once you arrived. It started with screaming about how you didn’t tell her you were leaving this morning, which you definitely did, she just didn’t listen. Then, it was pulling at your hair, followed by scratching the hell out of your arms and even your face with her razor sharp nails. It ended with her shoving you on the floor of the kitchen, telling you to clean the house until it was spotless or you��d regret it later.

You regretted not running away is what you told yourself as you showered later that night. Your knees were bruises from all of the cleaning and you swore Kimberly drew blood in multiple places with her devilish hands. It all ended with a lovely punch to the ribs from your dad once he found out that you didn’t clear your day’s events with them. Needless to say, you should’ve stayed at John B’s and never come home.

Crawling into bed, you let out a drained sigh at the feeling of your soft sheets and pillows. Nothing had ever felt more relaxing. You stayed there for a moment, just embracing the sound of silence that you had never found to be so peaceful. A second later, the silence was gone as someone knocked on the balcony doors.

With a quiet whimper, you pulled yourself out of bed to open your curtains to reveal JJ standing outside. You put a finger to your lips before opening the door slightly to let him in.

“What are you doing here?” You asked once you closed the door and turned to face him. Luckily, there was limited light meaning JJ wouldn’t see the true extent of what was going on behind your hair-covered face and long sleeves.

He shook his head as he kicked his shoes off and tossed his hat aside before flopping on your bed. “I wanted to see you. We didn’t get to spend much time together today.”

You frowned and moved to sit next to him. “I know. I’m sorry, Dad was just being really uptight about everything and-”

“Baby, it’s okay,” He said as he rolled on his side to face you. “Look, let’s not talk about it. I just wanna spend some time with you.”

You shuffled down to lay in his open arms, enjoying the smell of his cologne mixed with the weed he no doubt shared with Kiara at John B’s. You were grateful that JJ could sometimes see through the lines, even though he could be difficult at other moments.

“Missed you,” He hummed as he kissed your forehead, his lips moving down to press against your neck as he shifted to hover over you. Your hand lifted his chin up to meet your own as you locked your lips with his, moaning at the taste of his watermelon chapstick. You loved the little things about JJ, the things he probably wouldn’t even notice himself. Like the freckles on his face, or the dip of his collarbones in a white t-shirt.

JJ’s hands moved to your waist as his thumb rubbed a circle against your hip bone. The second his fingers wandered under your shirt however, it was game over. You gasped and pulled away, instantly sitting up as you shied from his touch.

“Y/N-”

“Sorry!” You interrupted as you put your head in your hands. “I just… I’m not in the mood, JJ.”

Completely flustered, JJ got off your bed to stand. “Not in the mood?” He repeated, “Y/N, what the hell is going on?”

“Keep your voice down,” You whispered as you feared your parents would hear.

“No!” JJ ignored your pleas. “You’ve been acting so weird lately, and now I think I know why. First, it was the other week when Kie dumped beer on me and you pulled away, then today leaving before movies, and now you’re not in the mood?” He mocked you as he waved his arms around angrily. “You’re cheating on me.”

“What?” You gasped as you got to your feet. “JJ, no. I swear that’s not what’s happening, I just-”

He cut you off, holding up his hand in front of you. “I don’t want to hear it. Until you tell me the truth, this, us. We’re done.”

You froze in your spot as he collected his stuff before walking out onto the balcony, slamming the door loudly behind him. You winced at the noise, praying it didn’t echo through the house. Your luck had run out, however, and the sound of stomping feet soon followed before your door was thrown open.

“What the hell was that?” Your dad shouted as he observed the room, noticing you were standing next to your bed silently. “Answer me!”

You shook your head as you pointed to the balcony. “I left the door open and the wind blew it shut!”

Your dad seemed to consider your answer for a moment before his eyes dropped to the floor. He took a few steps forward and bent down before standing up with a white necklace in his hand. You bit your tongue, instantly realizing it as the one JJ always wore.

“What’s this?” He asked as he turned to face you.

“It’s mine,” You answered quickly, “I made it.”

Your dad seemed to grow angry. “This isn’t your necklace. Was there somebody in here?’

“Dad, no, I didn’t-” You don’t even know why you bothered, he wouldn’t believe you anyway and instead of arguing, you just let him win.

If JJ had stayed on the balcony thirty seconds longer, he would’ve heard you cry. He would’ve heard the scream you let out from the pain your father inflicted on you, but he was gone. And instead, you were left to cry on your floor as you clutched the shark tooth necklace in your hand, wondering if you’d ever see him again.

The third time, JJ got answers.

You continued your life on but this time, it was without the Pogues. You hadn’t spoken or seen JJ, not that you really could considering you were grounded for lying. On top of that, you doubted he wanted to see you. He thought you were cheating on him, anyway. Why would he want to see you?

You left the rest of the group alone too, figuring they’d take JJ’s side over yours anyday. They had known him for so long, much longer than you, so you didn’t want to make them feel like they had to choose. You didn’t want to ruin their friendship because you failed at providing JJ the reassurance he needed.

The surprise came in the form of a text message. John B had asked you if you wanted to come get the stuff you left at his house, not knowing if you’d come back again. Although it was a sting to your already bruised heart, you knew this would be the final goodbye. Pulling yourself together, you waited until your dad and Kimberly were at work before sneaking out.

You twisted the shark tooth between your fingers as you drove silently, letting your mind wander until you pulled up to John B’s house. Thankfully, Kiara’s car was nowhere in sight, same with JJ’s bike, and you were hopefully it was only John B in the house.

“Hey,” You mumbled as you walked onto the porch. John B was laid out across the couch with an arm over his eyes as he waited for you to show up. When he looked at you, he swore it was a different person. Ever since you lost contact with JJ, you had taken it out on yourself. You looked so small, so weak compared to the last time he had seen you. He could only hope this plan would work.

“Your stuff’s inside,” He said after a moment while standing up. He watched you for a moment as if you would shatter into a thousand pieces in front of his eyes. “Come on.”

You followed him through the door to stand by the couch as he went in the back room to grab your stuff. A moment later, he reemerged with the pile in his hand. He stopped in front of you as you reached out to take the stuff from him. “Y/N, I’m really sorry for this.”

“Sorry for what? Ow!” You were tackled onto the couch as someone jumped onto you, pinning your arms above your head. Opening your eyes, you saw JJ hovering over you, his legs keeping yours down as he held you in place. “JJ, what the fuck?”

“What are you hiding?” He mumbled as he hand left your wrist to pull your shirt over your head. You screamed at the sudden motion, already feeling your body ache with the sharp movements as you tried to wiggle out of his grip.

“JJ, stop! You’re hurting her!” Kiara interjected as she attempted to pull him away. It was too late. JJ let go anyway, but he already found his answer. Your entire stomach was covered in bruises, not to mention the scrapes on your arms and bruised knees. He was in shock.

You pulled away from him, sitting up as you curled into a ball. You had wanted to tell JJ back when everything first started, but you feared you would get taken from your friends. That was the worst thing in your mind. You couldn’t lose JJ, or even Kiara, Pope, and John B to get away from your dad. They were the only people who you held close, who you could relate to and be honest with.

“Y/N…. what the hell?” JJ sat back on the couch in shock. Kiara placed a hand on his shoulder to give any form of comfort. Honestly, none of them expected this to be going on behind the scenes.

John B stepped forward and crouched down next to you, being careful as he placed his hand on your arm. “Y/N, can you tell us what happened?”

You shook your head as you tried to catch your breath. “My.. my dad and Kimberly aren’t the easiest people to be around. At first, it was fine. We were good and everything was good, but then they started getting mean and-and violent and I didn’t know what to do, okay! I just try to avoid them and please them and-”

John B pulled you into his chest, holding you in an attempt to calm you down. JJ was still trying to wrap his head around everything going on. He was no stranger to violent parents, but you had hid it so well he was shocked that he never knew. Sure, he had his suspicions, and he was worried, but he never would’ve thought it was this bad.

“Fuck. Y/N/N,” JJ mumbled as he reached forward to grab you from his friend and hold you in his arms. He never wanted this life for you. You didn’t deserve the pain of losing a parent just for another to not want you around. That wasn’t fair, this wasn’t fair.

“I”m sorry,” You whispered as you held onto his t-shirt tightly. “I didn’t mean to make you mad or-or lie. I don’t want anyone to find out and then I’ll lose you guys and it’s… I can’t do that, J.”

“You’re not gonna lose us, baby,” He responded as he kissed your forehead, his eyes narrowing on the necklace of his that you were wearing. He knew he had a million apologies to give, especially with your argument the other night, but for now, he just wanted to hold you and keep you safe. “I’m not gonna let that happen.”

There were a lot of things that you didn’t know, but as your friends surrounded you with their hugs and just stayed there with you silently, you started to learn. You learned that people don’t always judge on your decisions, that they’ll support you no matter what you’re going through or where you come from. But the most important thing was that you had found your family in the Pogues. That you knew for certain.

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messagestoateez · 3 years

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Packing

Paring: Seonghwa x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: slight bit of angst. Pouty Seonghwa really.

Summary: You moved to Korea for college and met your boyfriend, Seonghwa, and his 7 crazy group members, but at the end of the year you have decided to leave and go back to your home country till the next year starts and you can see Seonghwa and your friends again.

A pout formed on his lips at the mention of packing things up. Granted you lived in a small one bedroom apartment rented from the college you went to, and you’d still be able to live in it when the new year started, but you wanted to pack things up and make sure when you came back you could start fresh and decorate your home different for a new atmosphere.

Seonghwa stood in the door frame of the bedroom you two had shared when he didn’t have a busy schedule and could come over, and when you didn’t have much homework from classes. The pout that had stayed on his face for what had seemed like weeks, was especially prominent today. He knew it was your last day in Korea till August and it pained him to let you go. Many hours away and many hours behind would kill him. He needed you to be with him physically, but he understood you miss your family and that you would be gone for only two months.

He sighed and you look over at him with a slight smile.

“My love, I won’t be gone long and we will text and call any chance we get.” You said, walking over to him and pacing your arms around his small waist, pressing your cheek to his chest, hearing his heartbeat speed up with the small act of love he received.

He looked at you and wrapped his arms around your smaller frame and nodded, replying with an almost inaudible “I know.” and then burying his nose in your hair, smelling the scent of strawberry and mint your shampoo and conditioner held. You two stood there for a while before you looked up at him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, making him smile and a red hue appear on his cheeks.

“Come on lazy bones, we gotta finish packing. Mingi texted me and told me the rest of them would be over soon to help and are bringing food with them.” You said unwrapping yourself from Seonghwas touch and walking over to a half full box of miscellaneous items and moving it from your bed to the floor. Seonghwa walked over to you and helped you move things around and put things in boxes, when suddenly the bell rang.

“I’ll get it.” You said, standing up from your place on the floor, where you were sorting trash and important things into piles. You brushed off your hands, leaving Seonghwa in your almost empty room and getting the door.

You opened the door to 7 hyperactive boys who carried food and drinks, and were shouting your name, pushing past you to come in and hug you with all their strength.

“We come baring food and help.” Hongjoong explained, cringing when he heard one of the boys fall and something glass break.

San and Wooyoung walked in guiltily holding pieces of a broken vase.

“Dumbass here pushed me and I accidentally knocked your vase over.” Wooyoung explained, side-eyeing San, who had a given him the ‘I can’t believe you snitched on me look’.

You sighed and at the same time Seonghwa walked into the living room where you, San, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong were standing and his eyes widened.

“Is that what broke?” He asked.

“Yeah but that’s okay I planned on throwing it out anyways, I don’t use it and it’s just taking up space.” You replied, while taking the broken glass to the kitchen and throwing it away in a random trash bag.

“Hey I got the rest of the room packed, but I found some more papers and set them on the floor in the pile you were going through.” Seonghwa said when he saw you walk back into the living room.

“Okay thank you Hwa.” You offer him a small smile which he returned.

“Why so glum Seonghwa?” Wooyoung asked after seeing the small pout that had been on his face all day.

“Gee I dunno, may it’s the fact that his girlfriend is leaving for two months, genius.” San said in a duh tone, which earned him a slap on the back of the head from Wooyoung.

Yunho, Yeosang, Jongho, and Mingi all came into the living room from the kitchen, Mingi and Yeosang with chicken in their hands.

“Okay so where shall we start?” Yunho asked.

Seonghwa shrugged and looked around spotting unpacked belongings and boxes in a corner of the room.

“There?” He said, asking you more than directing the others.

“There,” You confirmed “but don’t break anything else boys. I’m keeping an eye on you.”

“Aye aye captain.” San and Wooyoung replied.

You and Seonghwa headed back to your room and you sat back down on the ground while Seonghwa started cleaning up and dusting.

Eventually the whole house was packed and cleaned, aside from a few blankets and pillows that were on your bed and couch, and the 9 of you were situated on your couch or on the floor eating and sharing stories for past time.

“We are gonna miss you.” Mingi had said which caused you to frown and pat his head. You two had to be the closest. You guys just seemed to have clicked when Seonghwa introduced you to the rest of the group. Ever since then you two have been best friends.

“I won’t be gone long. Keep Seonghwa company for me, yeah?” You said.

The boys just nodded in reply and went back to conversing.

Eventually it was time to say goodbye to the 7 boys, and the last people out were a sad Mingi being dragged out by melancholy Yunho.

You shut the door behind the two boys, locking it, and turning around to see a teary eyed Seonghwa, making your gaze soften.

You put a hand on his cheek, feeling him lean into the touch, which was enough to make the tears that had been building up over the past week or two, finally spill over.

You removed your hand and let him wrap his arms around you and bury his head in the crook of your neck, letting out silent sobs. You brought your hands up and ran your fingers through his hair, trying to soothe your crying boyfriend.

“Don’t want you to go.” He choked out. The sound of his trembling voice breaking your heart. You guys hadn’t had to be apart yet. You two met after he got off tour, at the cat café you work at. He had gone there often with the rest of his group members and the rest is history.

“Don’t worry bubs, I won’t gone long. It’s only 8 weeks, then I’ll be able to come back to you and see you again, I pinky promise.” You said holding out your pinky, he lifted his head up, the sight of his puffy eyes making your heart clench, and then hooked his pinky with yours. He then set his head back down onto the crook of your neck and enjoyed the feeling of you running your fingers through his brown hair.

“I’m gonna miss you.” He said, nuzzling your shoulder.

“Im gonna miss you too.” You said tearing up a little. To be honest before you met Seonghwa you were ecstatic about going home, but now? You wanted to be there with him, now more than ever. You’ve seen him cry, but being the part of the reason as to why he’s crying breaks your heart even more.

You two stayed like that till you both decided to get ready for bed, you still having to finish packing a carry on.

As you finished brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed, you exited the bathroom, Seonghwa going in behind you and getting himself ready for bed.

You got done with packing your bag, which consisted of your passport, wallet, portable charger, and a few other items, and set it on the floor by your dresser. Then you got your outfit for the next day ready, and headed over to your bed, plugging in your phone.

You got in bed and waited for Seonghwa to finish brushing his teeth, which happened a few moments later.

He crawled in next to you, and brought you to his chest, hugging you, entangling your limbs, and rubbing your back while you drew shapes on his t-shirt clad chest.

“Y/n could you sing for me?” He asked after a few minutes of silence. Even though he was much more talented than you could ever be in your opinion, he insisted that he was in love with your singing after the first time he heard your voice, while you were doing dishes.

“Mhm.” You hum out your answer and break free from his hold to put on some music, as a guide as to what you were singing.

Laying back down, you had reversed the sleeping position, with Seonghwas head on your chest and arms around your mid-section, while your legs were wrapped around his waist running your fingers through his hair again.

As the pianic intro started you prepared your voice to start singing.

Whether near or far

I am always yours

Any change in time

We are young again

Lay us down

We’re in love

Lay us down

We’re in love

Ahh Ahh

In these coming years

Many things will change

But the way I feel

Will the remain the same

Lay us down

We’re in love

Lay us down

We’re in love

Ahh Ahh

As the song had come to an end, Seonghwa’s breathing had evened out, soft snores leaving his mouth, and your eyes started to droop from exhaustion.

It may be 2 months till you would be able to see Seonghwa again, but no matter the distance your love would be okay.

You stopped your movements in Seonghwa’s hair and kissed his forehead, whispering something and closed your eyes.

“Goodnight my moon.”

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thirstyforcharacters · 3 years

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Pay Your Penance (sub! Tony Stark x domme! Reader)

Summary: Tony forgot your anniversary, and he's eager to make it up to you.

Notes: Hello! I thought up this one-shot while I was watching online recitals for college (I seem to have a pattern of writing smut during class lol). I hope everyone enjoys this one, and thank you for reading! (use of she/her pronouns, no y/n)

Warnings: smut! 18+ only! very light angst, spanking, oral sex (fem receiving), pegging, dominant reader, sub Tony

WC: (almost) 2.6 k

Two days.

It had been two days since you had spoken to Tony. He deserved it, you justified. He forgot your three year anniversary. He had made the reservations to go to your favorite restaurant and sworn off work of any kind for the entire day in favor of spending it with you.

Needless to say, you were pretty pissed off when he was nowhere to be found throughout the day, only to find him in the workshop at 10:00 pm, making upgrades to his suits. You couldn’t believe that he had forgotten. And you let him know that. After a long chewing out, you had completely ignored him for two days. He didn’t make it easy to do that; his extroverted demeanour was difficult to ignore. But you managed. Up until now.

The two of you were having an extremely tense dinner back at your place. The past two days, you had eaten dinner alone. Tonight, you decided you would at least grace him with your presence, even if you wouldn’t do the same with conversation. No looks were even spared in his direction, though you could feel his eyes burning into you. Every sharp intake of breath from him caused you to take a sip of wine in an attempt to get him not to speak. Eventually, though, he did anyway.

“Please, darling. I’m sorry.”

The quaver in his voice caused you to glance up from your pasta. That was a mistake. You could see how glassy his eyes were and the guilt etched across his face. His hands were shaking, and you were sure they were clammy. His mouth was turned downwards in a frown that you usually would never want to see, and his bottom lip was trembling. You placed your fork on the table and rested your chin on your hands, silently prompting him to speak.

“Baby, I’m truly sorry. I don’t know what came over me, but there is absolutely no excuse for what I did. You mean the world to me; I’m ridiculously happy that you let me into your life. Which makes me feel all the more guilty for forgetting something this important. I promise that it will never happen again; I’ll program F.R.I.D.A.Y. to remind me every day for a week beforehand so I never forget again. But I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry for putting you through that pain, and I will never do anything to hurt you like that ever again. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

The sincerity in his tone struck you. You could practically see the guilt washing over him in strong waves. Sadness radiated off of him in a way that you had never seen before. And you did miss him, you really did. You missed his smile, the crinkles that would appear beside his eyes when he laughed, the scratch of his facial hair when he kissed you on the cheek, and the soft murmurs of “I love you” that would accompany every gesture of affection he gave you. But you still wanted to make him work for it, being the stubborn thing you were. And you knew exactly what you wanted him to do.

You arched your eyebrow, “Anything?”

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly at the sound of your voice, “Anything, darling.”

You made eye contact with him then, missing the feeling of his chocolate brown eyes staring into yours. But swiftly after, your eyes swept downwards, eyeing up the swell of his lips and the way the t-shirt he was wearing clung to his biceps. You couldn’t help but have his punishment be of a sensual nature; you had both always been very sexually intimate people. Your bodies had a way of conveying what couldn’t be said with words.

“After we finish eating, I want you upstairs in our room, stripped and kneeling at the edge of the bed while I get some things ready. When I come back, you’re going to get your punishment, then you’re going to make me cum. If you’re good, I’ll let you cum after. Understood?”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing enticingly, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.”

You fell back into silence once more, though this one was more anticipatory than awkward. You could tell he was excited at the prospect of paying his penance, and was looking forward to things going back to normal between the two of you. You were looking forward to it as well; you missed him, though you wouldn’t admit it, of course.

It wasn’t long before the two of you finished your meal. You took the trek back to your bedroom together, and while Tony busied himself with obeying your commands, you disappeared into the closet to get some tools for the night ahead: a red and gold paddle for the punishment, and lube and a deep blue dildo (hopefully) for his reward. When you re-entered your bedroom with your tools in hand, you were pleased to find Tony nude and kneeling by the bed as requested. His head turned to you as you entered and he gave you a soft smile. You returned it as you set the dildo and lube on the nightstand for later use. You sat on the edge of the bed and tilted his chin so he was looking up at you. You kissed him sweetly as you gripped the paddle in your hands, contrasting the roughness of the punishment he was about to receive.

“Lay across my lap.”

Your voice was commanding, and he didn’t care disobey. He draped himself across your legs, ass up in the air and now hard cock pressing into your thigh.

“Tell me your safeword, sweetheart,” you told him, bringing the paddle up in preparation.

“Gauntlet,” he whispered back.

“Good boy,” you cooed, before bringing the paddle down to smack against his left cheek.

He made a soft noise of shock; you took him by surprise that time. But the two you landed on his right cheek in rapid succession didn’t. The next harsh smack made him gasp out, and the one that followed made him grip the sheets below him, whimpering into the mattress.

“That’s it, love. Taking your punishment like a good boy,” you crooned.

“Wanna be good for you,” he murmured back, slightly muffled by the mattress he was face down on.

You laid down five more smacks, and by the end, his soft gasps turned into moans. You could feel his hard-on pressing more insistently into your thigh. His ass was bright red; you knew it would be a struggle for him to sit tomorrow.

“All done, love. You did so wonderfully for me,” you said with a gentle smile.

“Thank you,” he replied softly, returning your smile.

“Why don’t you get on your knees for me, baby?”

He did as you told, kneeling directly in front of you and looking up at you adoringly. You placed the paddle beside you on the bed and spread your legs for him in invitation.

It didn’t take a doctorate for him to know what you wanted him to do. He crawled forward until his face was directly in front of your heat, stabilizing his hands on your thighs, and you knew that you were already dripping. You honestly had been since you had thought this up, excited to get him between your thighs and feel the scratch of his beard against your cunt.

The first press of his lips against you already had you reeling, but you knew how to reign it in. You gripped his hair tightly, holding him in place as his tongue licked between your folds, licking up your wetness. He went at it with enthusiasm and fervor; not only did he want to make this up to you, but he normally enjoyed eating you out just as much as you did. He loved the feeling of having you dripping down his chin, moaning unabashedly as you yanked on his hair. He loved your taste, and he loved when you were in control. He moved slightly from between your lower lips and sucked your clit into his mouth, which drew the first moan from you.

“Just like that, baby. Doing so well for me,” you praised.

You felt him smile against you as he continued to lavish your clit with attention. He had always had a bit of a praise kink. He finished your assault on your clit when you tugged him back down to your folds, and his tongue pressed deep inside of you, wanting to bring you to your release. The soft gasps of pleasure above him told him that he was fulfilling his goal. You slowly ground your hips into his face, spreading your wetness down his chin. He buried his nose into your cunt as he licked deeply, moaning at the taste of you. You tugged his hair roughly, eliciting another whine from him.

“So close, bub. Just a little more.”

He moved one of his hands from your thighs to your center and began toying with your clit while redoubling his efforts with his tongue.

“Fuck yeah, babe. Fuck,” you cursed as your orgasm washed over you.

He continued lapping at you through your high until you tugged him away from overstimulation. You smirked when you saw his face coated with your wetness. He blushed and wiped most of it off with his fingers, licking off teasingly. You chuckled gently and leaned down so you could kiss him, and you groaned softly at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

“That was great, baby. You’ve been such a good boy for me. Think it’s about time that you get rewarded,” you cooed.

He grinned up at you, “Thank you, honey.”

“Of course, Tony. Get on the bed for me on your back.”

He went obediently, laying on his back and spreading his legs for you. You grabbed the lube and the dildo and kneeled between his spread legs.

“So gorgeous for me,” you murmured.

His shy smile soon grew hungrier at the sight of you lubing up two of your fingers. He knew better than to get impatient, so he flopped his head down onto the pillow, eagerly awaiting the first press of your fingers inside of him.

You came over to him then, with slick fingers, the dildo and more lube in tow.

“Just gonna open you up first,” you stated.

You traced one of your lubed up fingers around the rim, not yet pushing it inside. His hole fluttered at the feeling and a soft, pleading whine fell from his lips. You couldn’t help but smirk as you slowly worked your first finger in since the moans that began to spill from him were already quite desperate.

“You already sound close, babe. Better hold it until I get that dildo inside of you,” you remarked as you sunk your finger in up to the knuckle.

The action drew a soft sob of pleasure from him, and you crooked your finger inside of him to hear more of those pretty noises.

Soon enough, you were asking, “Ready for a second, baby?”

He nodded vigorously, “Please! I can take it! Please!”

“It’s okay, baby. Don’t need to beg, I’ve got you,” you consoled as the tip of your second finger breached his hole.

He cried out desperately and ground his hips into your fingers, forcing your second finger in just as deep as the first. You scissored your fingers in him, stretching him out even more. You wanted to make sure that Tony was ready for it; you never wanted him to be in pain.

But soon he was begging for more, “Please, darling. I can take it, I’m ready. Need it so bad, please. Need you.”

“Does my good boy need to get fucked? Needs this dildo to ruin his tight, little hole?” you taunted, holding your dominance over his head.

“Yes! Need you to fuck me, please. Never needed it more. Please, baby, please.”

You always enjoyed when Tony got like this, when all he could think of was you. So, you gave in to his begging and removed your fingers, then coated the dildo in a generous amount of lube. You lined the dildo up with his waiting hole.

“Ready?”

The question was more of a formality; you knew he was ready, but you always wanted to be sure.

“Yes. ‘M ready.”

You slowly pushed in, allowing him time to adjust to the size of the toy. He moaned unabashedly at the feeling and pushed his hips into the dildo, forcing it deeper.

“Greedy, aren’t you?” you teased, pulling the toy back out of him.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry. Please. Please,” he begged, desperate for you to continue.

You smirked and suddenly slammed the full length of the toy into him, causing a broken cry to fall from his lips. He writhed underneath you as you continued your punishing pace, fucking into him roughly with no sign of stopping.

You used your free hand to guide his hands up to his nipples. He immediately began toying with them, and his moans grew louder. Your free hand then gripped his cock, and you began working it with slow strokes, still teasing him. A faster tug of your hand accompanied by a harsh slam of the toy made his back arch and he cried out.

“Please, honey. I’m so close.”

You quickened your pace with the dildo and he almost shrieked in pleasure.

“There it is,” you muttered, and drilled into the same spot over and over again.

Tears of pleasure sprang to his eyes as you sped up your strokes on his cock. Later, he would be embarrassed at the noise he made when he came, but for now, he didn’t care. The scream that tore itself from his throat was like music to your ears as he coated your hand in his cum. You continued to fuck him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, then slowly pulled the toy out and layed it on the nightstand.

For a while, you just held him, stroking his hair gently and murmuring how good he was for you. Eventually, he came back down and smiled sleepily up at you.

“Was that nice?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.

He nodded, “Yeah. Always is.”

You pressed a light kiss to his forehead, “I’m gonna get something to clean you up with, okay?”

He nodded again and you gathered the toys and put them back in the closet. Then, you grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and returned to Tony’s side, wiping up the cun that was still on his body. You cleaned what was still on your hand as well, then chucked the washcloth across the room and cradled your boyfriend in your arms.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, turn off the lights, please,” you requested.

As the light dimmed down, you looked down at Tony, who smiled back up at you. Soon, though, the smile faded.

“You’re not upset anymore, are you?” he asked, almost sheepishly.

The look in your eyes grew a little sadder, “No, Tony, I’m not anymore. Just promise me you won’t forget next year.”

“Never again.”

You knew he’d stay true to his word. You loved him, after all, and you knew just how much he loved you, too. As you drifted off to sleep, the only thing on your mind was how wonderful the next year with him would be.

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svnflowervol666 · 4 years

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Game Night (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: use of alcohol, obnoxious fluff, mentions of smut

Author’s Note: Just some tooth-rotting dad!Harry drunkenly loving on his wife and his bubby in front of his friends for you all! This was based on an ask I received after bringing back this video of Harry. I hope you all enjoy and that everyone is doing well and doing their best to stay positive as of late. Take care and tpwk!

Game nights at Harry’s had been a longstanding tradition for a while now. At least once a month, with everyone’s schedules permitting, the gang would gather over for drinks and some form of a party game. They’d all get obnoxiously drunk, shouting at the top of their lungs and no doubt annoying the piss out of Harry’s neighbors. It was a time they all considered near and dear to their hearts, even if it was getting rowdy over a game of charades and glasses of whiskey.

Harry actually met Y/N at one of these sacred game nights. Sarah had dragged her along, claiming that she needed to get out of the house more and that she felt like her friend Harry might be someone she could hit it off with. She was right; she always is. From the second Harry first saw her in his kitchen, nervously leaning against the cabinets with her arms crossed over her chest while Sarah poured her a drink from the assortment of liquor he had laid out on the counter, he knew that she was going to be someone special in his life. The way he caught her stealing glances at him from across the table while they played a shit game of poker was not lost on him either. Her nose scrunched up when she snickered at him each time he drew a card that didn’t help his hand one bit, the way she tensed up when he put his hand on her back to get up from the table to refill his glass, the way she heat noticeably climbed up her neck and onto her cheeks when he called her love before she went home for the night. She wanted to get to know him, he knew that. And he wanted to know her too. And so they did.

It’s been nearly nine years since her first game night, and so much has changed since then. Game night doesn’t take place in Harry’s bachelor pad in London, it takes place in the home he owns with Y/N, the love of his life and after months of pleading on his part, his wife of five years. He wanted to marry her after knowing her for nearly a year and even though she knew that they were end game for each other, she still made him wait it out for a few more years before finally giving him a, “yes.” It’s not just the two of them in the house, either. They’ve got a four-year-old son, whom Harry and anyone that’s met him claims he is the sweetest little bub that he’s ever laid eyes on. His heart is as pure as the sky is blue, and his smile can light up even the darkest of places and people. Harry wouldn’t even hesitate to tell anyone that regardless of how many arenas he’s sold out or how many plaques he has in his music room that represents how influential his music has become, his child will always be the thing he is the proudest of.

While everyone’s lives have changed over the years, most getting married, some having children, some having moved away and some new faces added to the mix, game night is still a tradition to Harry and his close-knit group of friends. Sure, they can’t get too plastered because there are small children in the upstairs playroom that need to be driven home safely and their knees and back aren’t what they used to be so they can’t rough house or else they’ll end up with aching muscles in the morning, but the quality time that they spend together is still just as important. Harry’s finally gotten to a point where he can just slow down and breathe and be the man that his friends and family need him to be, so he still invites everyone over from time to time to keep in touch and reinforce the relationships he has with his loved ones.

No one had noticed when Harry’s son had slipped away from his friends in his playroom and snuck downstairs for another cookie that Gemma had brought over. They were his favorite, which is why she baked them for tonight’s occasion and exactly why he loved his Aunt Gemma so much. He wasn’t being as sneaky as he’d thought, however, because Harry had heard the foil that covered the platter rustling behind him and craned his neck to decipher which one of the handful of kids that had come over tonight were helping themselves to another sweet. He had a pretty good idea exactly who it was, but he just needed confirmation.

“Bubby, is that you?” Harry called over his shoulder over the chatter of his family and friends playing an intense game of Uno.

Like clockwork, his little boy emerged from behind the counter with an already half-eaten cookie nestled in his pudgy hands. He looked like he was going to burst into tears for getting caught by his father. He knew that Harry didn’t like it when he ate too many sweets before bed, therefore he’d assumed his papa was going to scold him.

“‘s alright, bubby. ‘m not upset with ye’,” Harry softened his voice immediately upon seeing the expression on his son’s face, “Come over here and sit wi’ me. And bring me another one of those while you’re at it.”

The corners of the toddler’s mouth turned up when he realized that he wasn’t in trouble, and he quickly darted back behind the counter to grab an extra cookie for his dad before making his way into the dining room where the real party was.

Harry wasn’t drunk. He couldn’t do that anymore without waking up with a raging hangover that took nearly all day to recover from, but he was definitely buzzed. The alcohol warmed his belly in the best way, turning him into the Harry that was incredibly touchy and clingy towards whoever was around him. Y/N was across the table gossiping with Sarah, her arm draped over her perfectly round belly. They were due for another baby in just a few month’s time, so she was nursing on a mug of decaf tea rather than the chilled bottles of beer that everyone else had been sipping on. He couldn’t help but admire the way she quite literally glowed in the dimmed, amber-colored lights that decorated their dining room. She hadn’t been feeling her best lately, unexplainably due to the nature of being so far along in a pregnancy, but Harry swore she had never looked more beautiful.

He was pulled from his daze of staring at Y/N when he felt a tug at his pant leg, a signal from his son that he wanted to be picked up and placed in Harry’s lap. Harry happily obliged, scooping up the toddler in one hand whilst holding his deck of Uno cards in the other. His son snuggled up to Harry’s chest, seeking comfort in the feverish heat that radiated from Harry due to having one too many beers than he should have.

“What’s goin’ on upstairs?” Harry asked the boy, “You lot staying out of trouble?”

Harry realized it was his turn, so he threw down the first card he saw without looking at the deck and kept his attention on his son.

“They wanted to watch The Little Mermaid, but I’ve already seen it,” his son spoke lowly in Harry’s ear so that only he could hear.

It wasn’t perfect English by any means because his bub was only four, but Harry knew exactly what he was saying.

This made Harry chuckle. Of course, he’d seen it before. He’s seen it probably a hundred times and so has Harry by force. Harry couldn’t even count the number of times he’d had the songs from the film lodged in his brain and unable to get them out no matter how hard he tried.

“Do ye’ want to stay down here then?” Harry asked as he placed his free hand on his son’s belly, “Help me beat Mitch and mummy?”

The dimples in the boy’s cheeks reared their head at the mention of giving Mitch and his mum a hard time, so he eagerly nodded and situated himself so that he could pay attention to the card game happening in front of him rather than looking up at his dad’s face.

“I heard my name!” Y/N called from across the large, wooden table they were gathered around, “You two talking bad about me?”

“Of course not, lovie!” Harry responded, “Just talkin’ about how pretty you are. Isn’t that right, bubs?”

“Yeah,” their son was able to squeeze out in between giggles.

Everyone at the table mockingly gagged at their interaction and Y/N squinted her eyes at her boys in disbelief, raising her deck of cards over her mouth before going back to playing the game. She let out a particularly hard cackle after using her wild card and screwing Jeff over.

“So, bubby,” Harry began to explain the way the game worked to his little boy, “when it’s our turn, we’ve got to put down a card that’s either the same number or the same color as the one on the table. Can ye’ help me pick em out?”

The boy nodded in understanding and looked around the room at everyone else playing their cards. When it got to be Harry’s turn, the card at the top of the deck was a red five. He fanned his deck of cards out so that his son could see them clearly.

“Alright, it’s our turn. Remember, we practiced our colors and numbers this morning. Do ye’ see any red cards or cards with the number five on them?” Harry enunciated slowly so that his bub could understand him clearly.

“Yeah! I see three red ones and one five! What’s that black one, though?” the four-year-old exclaimed a bit too loudly.

The entire table erupted into laughter at Harry’s son exposing practically his entire hand. Y/N kept her lips pulled tight between her teeth, trying her hardest not to let a smile poke through.

“That’s right, bubby,” Harry said through gritted teeth, “But ye’ not supposed to tell everyone the cards you’ve got. Alright? ‘S a secret.”

“Okay, daddy!” his son promised, still completely oblivious that he’d more or less ruined Harry’s chances of winning.

A few turns later, when the opportunity presented itself for Harry to wreak havoc in the game, he gave his bubby the option.

“Should we skip Mitch or should we reverse back to mummy?” Harry whispered into the small boy’s ear, darting his eyes between Mitch and Y/N.

Harry could see the cogs in his son’s brain turning; he was really contemplating who to punish. The boy looked over to his mother, who was already eyeing the two of them in suspicion.

“Harry,” she commanded him calmly with her free hand still resting on her bump, “Whatever it is that you’re thinking of doing, don’t do it. I swear if you do it, you’re taking care of yourself for the rest of the week.”

The party broke into hysterics again, and Harry feigned shock and covered the sides of their son’s face with his hands.

“We’ve got little ears in the room, Y/N!” he said dramatically.

She merely rolled her eyes in response. Gemma pretended to gag at her brother and sister-in-law but was still chuckling nonetheless.

“Seems like we better skip Mitch then, mate. Can’t have mummy that upset w’ me,” Harry told his son through broken laughter as he made the choice himself and leaned over to lay down his skip card.

They carried on playing this way, with Harry and Y/N’s son at the table, occasionally saying things that typical four-year-olds say that weren’t funny to him but made everyone else laugh. He was just happy to be there with his parents and his Uncle Mitch and Aunt Gemma and Sarah, even if they weren’t paying much attention to him besides Harry. Harry wanted to make sure he was included and didn’t feel like he was being neglected for drinks and card games, so he’d prompt him to choose his cards for him when he was able to do so.

When it was getting down to the nitty-gritty, everyone down to about three cards or so, that was when everyone got rowdy. Harry’s bub began to vibrate with energy, just as excited as everyone else to possibly win and hold the conquer over everyone’s head until the next time they gathered for game night. He was sitting at the edge of Harry’s lap at this point, just waiting for when it would circle back around to them so that they could lay another card down.

“Alright, bubs. This is it,” Harry prepped his son for the home stretch, “If we get t’ lay this next card down, you have to yell, ‘Uno!’ to let everyone know that you’ve only got one card left. Can ye’ do that f’ me?”

“Yeah, daddy! I can!”

“Let’s see how this goes then.”

It had been going good so far. Harry was smart enough to save his wild card for the end, that way he was certain to win no matter what card was on the top of the deck. The last card he needed to get rid of was a green one, which was conveniently the color that everyone was playing. It had bub bouncing with anticipation because Harry had been whispering to him over and over again that they were going to win if Gemma kept the deck on the color that they needed.

And she did. Harry’s baby laid his entire body over the giant table to happily slap down their next to last card down in the discard pile. He almost knocked over Mitch’s beer in the process, but Harry was quick to snatch it and hand it off the Mitch before any disaster could occur.

“What do you say, bubby?” Y/N asked the boy with an excited expression on her face.

He seemed to stall, not knowing what his mother was talking about. The boy scrunched his eyebrows together, sincerely trying to recall what he was supposed to say when he only had one card left. Harry had to whisper the word into his ear once more to jog his memory. Harry swore that he could see his eyes visibly light up when he remembered what his dad had told him earlier.

“Uno!” he shouted proudly, making everyone in the room cheer in unison.

This next round was crucial. All they had to do was hope and pray that Gemma, who was sat beside them, didn’t have any tricks up her sleeve that would land Harry and his bub having to draw more cards for forfeit their impending win. Harry could see very clearly because his sister had never been good at hiding her deck that she had a Draw Two in the right color resting neatly in between her fingers amongst her other remaining cards. She could destroy their chances of winning, she really could; or, she could let her brother and nephew have their victory and call it a night. But Harry didn’t say anything, leaving it all up to Gem as to whether or not the game would continue.

Gemma seemed to be contemplating heavily on her next move. Did she give her brother bragging rights in exchange for seeing the overly joyous look on her sweet nephew’s face when they won? Or did she force the gang to continue playing for who knows how long. They’d once played the same game for nearly two hours, but as much fun as that was at the time, she took in the social cues around her and realized that it was probably best to just let them win. Y/N and Sarah had been yawning for the past ten minutes, and Jeff looked like he was one more beer away from having to crash at Harry and Y/N’s place. As much as she despised her pesky younger brother and would have loved to see him grovel over being so close to winning but falling short, she granted him the wish she knew he was holding onto and didn’t play her Draw Two, instead laying down a random card that she had left in her stack.

Harry winked at Gemma when she settled back into her seat after not giving Harry the axe, then turned to look down at his son.

“Bubby, ye’ know what that means right?” Harry bounced him on his lap, waiting for him to realize what just happened.

His son’s eyes grew wider and wider, and so did his dimples.

“Lay down ye’ card,” Harry said softly, the same dimples shining back at him.

The boy slid his black wild card forwards into the discard pile, signifying their victory.

The group erupted into a fit of “dammit”s and “bloody hell”s, but it was all overpowered by Harry jolting from his seat with his son squeezed tightly in his arms.

“Yeahhhh! We wooooooon!” Harry repeated over and over at the top of his lungs, sending his son into the most contagious giggle fit anyone had ever seen.

Harry ran a lap around the table, still holding his and Y/N’s boy by his waist and shaking him all around. He attacked his son with kisses all over his face, smothering him to the point that the boy pushed Harry away from his body and escaped his old man’s grip. Everyone couldn’t help but smile at the two of them and think about how happy Harry truly was. No one decided to bring it up, but it certainly occurred to them either right then or in the car on the way home that Harry had been thriving since having a child, and there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that he could possibly regret settling down and more or less retiring from touring and the spotlight.

Everyone soon said their goodbyes, slowly trickling out one by one with either a child asleep on their shoulder or an empty food container in their arms. They promised to meet up again in a few weeks, though they all knew it would likely be a bit longer because no one’s schedules were ever clear enough to permit everyone to come back on the same night. There wasn’t any malice, however; they were always able to pick up right where they left off even if it was six months before they saw each other again.

“That was nice,” Harry mumbled into his pillow to Y/N after tucking in a tired out four-year-old into bed when both the sugar high from all of the sweets and the high from winning game night cleared his system.

“It was,” Y/N sighed as she rubbed moisturizing cream into the tight skin on her stomach.

Harry watched her work the product in with her fingers, entranced by the way her body had changed so much in just these past few months. He’d already seen it before when she was carrying their son, but it never failed to amaze Harry each and every time he thought about how their children were growing inside of Y/N.

“Gimme tha’,” Harry sat up and held his hand out for the tube of lotion when he saw her struggling to reach the bottoms of her legs due to her protruding belly.

She passed it off to him without a second thought, slowly but surely swinging her legs over to Harry’s side of the bed so he could help her apply the product to the remainder of her body.

“Ye’ remember when ye’ first came to game night?” he asked softly as his hands kneaded circles into the bottoms of her feet.

“Mhmm,” Y/N responded, sighing heavily at the way Harry was rubbing her and relieving some of the built-up pressure in her heels.

“Nearly creamed my panties when you asked for my number.”

A chuckle came from deep within Harry’s chest and he shook his head at her answer.

“Did ye’ think we’d end up here back then? Like, married with babies n’ stuff?”

“Not at all,” Y/N scoffed, “I thought you were ready to drop me off on the side of the road after I cried on our third date.”

“I’d never!” Harry shouted a bit too loud for how late it was.

He peeked over his shoulder at their closed bedroom door, hoping he wasn’t loud enough to stir their son from his sleep.

“It was cute,” Harry spoke quieter, “Ye’ look pretty when ye’ cry.”

“So you only like me because I’m pretty?” Y/N put her hand over her heart in fake-shock.

Harry rolled his eyes and pressed his knuckle a bit too hard into Y/N’s arches in retaliation, making her jerk her foot out of his grip.

“Oh, totally. That’s why I’ve put up with ye’ for nearly ten bloody years.”

“I’m just giving you shit, Harold,” she reassured him and pet the spot beside her on the bed, signaling to Harry that she wanted him to cuddle with her.

He happily crawled in next to Y/N, pressing his front against her back and cupping his hand around her swollen stomach. His bones relaxed into the mattress and his eyes grew heavy after he settled down into the sheets. Right when he pressed a kiss to Y/N’s bare shoulder, he felt a prodding at his palm that was resting on the swell of her tummy, a kick from their unborn child.

“I love you,” Harry smiled into her skin, “So much.”

“I love you too, Harry,” Y/N was sleepily grinning just as wide.

Right when she felt her eyes start to weld shut, right when she began to slip from consciousness and drift away to the sound of Harry’s gentle breathing close to her ear, Harry spoke up again.

“Remember earlier during Uno when I skipped Mitch instead of reversing back to you?”

“Yeah?” Y/N groaned, confused and slightly irritated as to why he’d decided to bring it up now.

“Ye’ told me I’d have to take care of myself if I did,” he began sponging soft but strategic open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive spots on her neck, “But I didn’t.”

His hand drifted from her belly down to her bare thighs, where he began stroking the skin in an attempt to rile her up. She felt the beginnings of a bulge nudging her bum. Leave it to Harry to get worked up at nearly two in the morning at their progressingly old age.

She sighed, lacing Harry’s fingers that were tracing patterns on her thighs into her own and moving them back up to the top of her belly where they would certainly stay out of trouble.

“Go to sleep, you nob head,” Y/N called over her shoulder before finally falling asleep.

Maybe Harry had won game night, but Y/N had certainly had the last laugh.

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foreign bts 8th member {imagine}

anon request: Hi! I love your imagines!! Can I request a relationships with the members or life of a 16 year old foreign 8th member with ot7? headcanon or imagine (whichever you feel like) thank you!!!

a/n: thank you so so much for requesting bub! i loved writing this one (even though it is a little rushed) it made me think differently about some aspects of idol life, especially when looking at it from a foreigners point of view. but i really appreciate you anon, you will forever by remembered as my first requester so i really hope you enjoy this one love! ♡

pairing: platonic bts x foreign gender neutral!reader (i do have you refer to the older members as hyung though)

genre: not gonna lie, this one is pretty angsty because it deals with my experiences of how the kpop community reacts to foreign idols/young idols (that being said, not everything will be completely accurate!) but don’t worry! there are still some fluffy moments (the members just love you so much and want to protect you from the world)

warnings: bullying, loneliness, unhealthy coping mechanisms and destructive mentality

words: 2.6k

[disclaimer: when writing idol aus, i will only be focusing on the struggles of the reader, not of the idols themselves because i don’t personally know what struggles they go through and how they handle them.]

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you were the youngest, and that really sucked sometimes

like for the fact that the members practically hovered over you and made sure that you were doing your school work correctly and actually completing it rather than putting it in the garbage disposal (which might've happened before) but hey! all the other members were pretty much finished with their schooling so it wasn’t fair the you still had to do yours

you have made that point multiple times only for the others to shut it down because you could basically make pockets with how full of holes that logic had

or when they fussed over you a little to much, “y/n, you’re not too stressed right?” “you’re sleeping enough right, maknae?” “here eat this, it’ll help you grow.”

you also found it hard in the beginning to really connect with anyone too. the drastic age difference between you and the others was intimidating and it didn’t help that you joined the group three years after they first debuted so everyone was pretty much like family and there you were, kinda just stuck in group that you felt like an outsider in

not to mention that you painfully stood out from them because for god sake’s you weren’t even korean

they didn’t know how to approach you either though. you were (still are) young and stubborn and had almost too much energy that you didn’t know what to do with

and even putting the group problems aside, school was also very difficult for you

your parents abruptly moved you to korea when you were young because of an amazing job opportunity so you were thrust into a schooling society that wasn’t the best

hell, you didn't even know korean the first two years you spent there

you were just... different in so many ways and that’s hard on a growing child. some of your first memories were of children laughing and pushing you because you ‘looked weird’ and ‘couldn't speak.’

and you pretty much had to deal with that kind of treatment all throughout middle school and even a little bit of high school (even after you had learned korean)

it was difficult for you to really be accepted by a society that would always see you as an outsider

so you grew up a rebellious angsty teen who was hard to really connect to because you were just so used to deflecting others opinions of yourself

and you just so happened to have a passion for dancing and singing (you were also pretty good at rapping) and that was enough to have bighit take a chance on this kid who was barely passing school

despite what everyone said about training and all the complaints about it, you actually loved it

you thrived in the type of environment where you had to constantly push yourself to be seen because you had always been pushed aside for how you looked and how you talked

sure, you missed your parents a whole lot and being a preteen only magnified that feeling, but in this dance studio, in this recording studio, is where you could really stand out in the best way possible and make an impact

you would show all the people that it was ok to be different, that you could still make it in a society that prioritized their beauty standards and had a set precedent for how you had to look

you were going to be the one to break stereotypes and actually do something

but it was because you were pushed so hard growing up, that you set ridiculously high standards for yourself and because of your mentality, if you didn’t reach those goals then you would practically hate and loathe yourself until you pushed yourself to do better

you grew to have this close looped mentality that was ridiculously unhealthy, but as long as you could prove yourself and succeed, right?

it was that mentality that placed you on bts and when you got the announcement that holy shit, you were going to be the eighth member? you had cried for the first time since you started training

and even though it was a group that was already formed, you went in the confidence in yourself that you would make your group members proud

but that brought the age difference back into play. it had always been the older kids that had picked on you, and you were defensive at first

it made you all the more motivated to seek their approval though, to make sure that they had no reason to see you as different from them, despite the way you looked and how old you were

and it was probably that fire in your eyes that drew them in

you were this little stubborn ball of energy that would concur anything in your path and still push yourself to do more

it was oddly through school work (the dreaded work) and your age that brought you guys closer

they could tell when you were struggling to get work done, and losing sleep over it. it would be the little things that gave it away, like you leaving your toothbrush out or you not putting up the clothes that were washed

and they each saw themselves in you; burning determination, ready to go up against anything. refusing to ask for help even though you needed it

so it started with namjoon

he would look in your school bag while on break in dance practice and write the answers to some of your school work on sticky notes and then put them back in your bag

you would find them later on and frown but accept the help anyways because you really were struggling

and then it would be jimin leaving you snacks in your room with encouraging notes and you would be lying if you said that didn’t help you through some tough times (you still have the notes today, but no one needed to know that)

and sometimes there were playlists that would just kind of show up on your phone that were made for relaxation and studying and something in you knew that it was yoongi’s doing

and overtime, through the tiny gestures, they broke down your walls and you let them see a side of you that no one really ever got to see because of the circumstances that you grew up in

but you were still stubborn, and refused to accept their help if they asked for it directly. which actually led to more fights than you would think

they would scold you for working yourself to hard and you would say “no, i need this exercise.” to which would lead to actual demands from them and refusals from you because its your goddamn mentality working at your confidence again

right after you were officially announced as the eighth member, that’s probably when your personality shifted the most

remember when i mentioned about how they fuss over you too much? this was the main reason why

your looks. it always had to boil down to your looks and it was different when it was only school bullies making the taunting, but when your face was up for debate by the media, is when you got really fired up

“bts adopts an outsider?” “it’s called k-pop for a reason, go back to your own country.” “is this seriously happening right now? i’m un-stanning.” “wth, y/n’s like, five. thats gross.”

it was these comments and articles that really got to you, but somewhere along the lines it wasn’t just you anymore, it was about your members and what they had already built for themselves

you had let yourself start caring for them because they treated you like an equal and now you were only hurting them

they noticed, when you started to spend more time at the gym and studio and they were informed that your grades dramatically dropped because you were so hyper focused on getting better that you were ignoring your own needs

it was jungkook that finally said something to you after about two weeks of almost radio silence because goddammit he had actually gotten used to your presence and you couldn’t just leave because he would miss you to much

they all would

they thought that you would lash out at them when they confronted you about it, but what you did surprised them and you cried for the first time ever in any of their presences

because these people, your hyung’s, where suffering from the backlash that you created and you could see how it was affecting them and it seemed like all the trust and all the hard time spent trying to seek their approval was all flushed away now and you had worn yourself down so much that there was just a kid left who was scared

so, so scared

scared because you were different, scared because you had lost the people that you had grown to care for

so when jungkook came into the practice room to see you leaning against the mirror with your head in your hands, he knew that something had changed

and when he called out for you, you didn’t answer. this pattern repeated until he was left so worried that he started shaking you and he had to call the hyung’s

it was only when they opened the door and you made eye contact with hoseok that you started to tear up and then it was like the dam that was holding years worth of fear and hardships back just ... broke

you clung to jungkook and just start sobbing and apologizing because all you wanted was to be seen and accepted but not at this high of a cost

and they were relieved. they had thought that you would close yourself off from them and shut them out, but it seemed like you were worried about that same thing as well

jin and taehyung almost cried themselves and it took everything in hoseok to stop himself from draping you in a blanket and protecting you from the world because you were still so young and you didn’t deserve the hate you got. you were only sixteen and there was only so much one person could take

you were small enough to get picked up and since you hadn’t been eating much, jungkook picked you up easily

and you didn’t protest as he carried you out of the practice room and into the van that they usually shared

you were drained and tired and worn out and just overall exhausted because you never really showed any emotion except determination, if that could even count

and even though you were all close enough that you shared meals and acted like siblings, you still surprised them everyday and showed a new part of yourself and they just found themselves growing more fond of you

once you all piled into the van, jin driving with namjoon in the passenger seat, you looked up at jungkook, (you were still held against him, practically in his lap) and then looked back at the rest of them and what they heard almost made their heart stop, “i love you hyung’s”

there was SO MUCH to unpack in that one statement when it came to you

first of all, you had called them all hyung’s, which you hadn't done until now. always opting to add -ssi at the end of their names

and maybe it was strange to be proud of that tile, but when it came to you, it showed that you really did trust them with anything and they knew how hard that was for you

then you said ‘i love you.’ it still didn’t really process in their heads until they had gotten you to your bed (you had fallen asleep during the car ride back) and they were all sitting around in the living room

“you guys heard that too, right?” hoseok murmured

then slowly yoongi smiled that gummy smile of his and everyone’s face’s did the same because you really had become special to them, even if you did come in late to the group

and oh if that didn’t trigger their protective side

they saw it as their personal mission to out you back together and build yourself up again because you were worth it and you did deserve to be here

they started with getting rid of electronics, well at least for you

they were going to try to separate you from the media for as long as they could because people were ruthless

they also made a point to start posting more solo videos of you on their youtube channel, so the audience would actually be able to see past your ‘foreign’ face and look at your real personality (they even started posting things without the companies approval but would never tell you that because you were already rebellious enough)

and their planned kinda worked, too

and even if you still weren't accepted by many, more and more of the fandom was accepting you everyday and that meant something

at least one of them would be with you at all times (which actually kinda got on your nerves sometimes but you knew they were trying to help and you wanted to change, to grow, to make it easier on them)

taehyung started giving you more and more of his clothes (which you loved sleeping in) and started to use you as his cuddle buddy more times than not because you were the “precious maknae that should be protected at all costs.” “but do i really need to be your body pillow, hyung? at this rate i think your the one who will kill me and then i’ll need protection from you.” “yah, go to sleep.” he would flick your forehead and then you would mutter ow under your breath but go to sleep anyway because you were actually pretty comfortable

or when seokjin would call you into the kitchen just to try his food and you would groan at having to get up from where you were but in reality you actually looked forward to it because he really was so good at cooking

and so it becomes kind of like a routine for everyone and they all take care of you in their own way and your quick to try and help them back, even if comes of across as a little weird and distant

like when you would always bring extra water bottles to rehearsal because you know hobi will dance the hardest and you would get worried that he might become dehydrated

or every other night you would bring water to jimin with a honey cough drop because those are his favorite and it helps to sooth his throat after a long day of training

you also make an effort to contribute to the songs. so you start tagging along with namjoon and yoongi when they go off to their studios because you are also interested in producing and you would like to learn someday and they are all to eager to show you how

and you actually make an effort to ask for help when you need it (which is kinda big for you) and jungkook is the one who helps more than not

they didn’t give you time to build your walls back up again and even though you often slip back into the mindset that you consonantly need to work for approval, they are there to tell you that you don’t need to do that because you already make them proud and that you already do work enough

you are enough. they see you and believe in you

and really, that’s all you needed, but it was a relief when you started to be widely accepted by the fans

but you’re here, you were enough

and although its not always good all time, and at times when you don’t feel like you belong, your hyung’s remind you that they are your family, and that no matter your face or where you come from, you will always belong with them

[end]

end note: holy cow, this was just a mess of emotions and i think i might have some sort of trauma i don’t know about because sad who?? apparently i know her very well. but i’m really happy with the ending even though everything in between is messy! anon if you’re reading this, thank you so much for this kind of prompt! it really got me to think differently and put me in a position where i had to really delve deep into negative and positive mental patterns and how its impacted based on how a person grows up

also I REALLY LOOKED UP IF JIN HAD A LICENSE AT THREE AM IN THE MORNING JUST TO WRITE THREE WORDS ABOUT IT and i just?? find that really funny for some reason?? i don’t know man, i need to get more sleep, so i apologize for any errors. i love ya’ll

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