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TO LOVE AND BELOVED - Part Five (Harry Styles)

a/n: ahh idk why but writing this part took me forever! but its finally here and i can’t wait to see your thoughts on it! i was debating for a long time if part 5 should be the last one, but then i decided to add another part, bc there are two more things i want to include in the story and i couldn’t squeeze them into this part, it’s already the longest so far, so we have one more part left of the story! also, a little warning that part 6 might take a little longer than the prev parts bc im a little behind with my schedule but it’ll try my best!

pairing: CEO!Dad!Harry X Reader

warning: mentions of death, cheating and divorce, sexual content

word count: 12k

SERIES MASTERPOST masterlist

You’ve been feeling like a teenager sneaking around her parents these past weeks. Only that you’re an adult and the parent you are trying to keep your secret romance hidden from is a four year old little girl.

Your birthday was a turning point in your evolving relationship with Harry. Like a wall has been brought down and he finally started reaching out to you. It feels like with every passing day you’re getting closer to him and you can see the progress he’s been making thanks to his therapy sessions and how much he is trying to make a change himself as well.

Stolen kisses and tiny touches have been a usual in your every days whenever Izzy was out of sight for the shortest second. You’ve realized that Harry is an affectionate person, he likes to keep you close and he never fails to bring passion into the tiniest kisses.

With Izzy around 24/7 it’s been hard to find time when it’s just the two of you, but you’ve been waking up early in the morning just to spend that twenty minutes alone with Harry while he drinks his coffee. Sometimes you just sit in silence, trying to wake up for the day ahead of you but sometimes he talks your ears off about anything and everything. In the evening, when Izzy is already sleeping the two of you usually wind off together in the living room or watch a movie in the entertainment room, just enjoying some alone time. It’s not much, but more than nothing and you’ve grown very fond of these little moments with him.

Nothing more has happened than just kissing. Despite the progress Harry has made so far you can tell he still has quite a few conflicts buried deep inside him and you definitely don’t want to rush him into anything he is not ready for. Some cuddling on the couch or short but passionate make out sessions in a corner while Izzy is not paying attention, you haven’t gone further than this.

Now it’s the last day before Izzy leaves to Harry’s mum for the week. He is dropping her off Sunday afternoon and it will leave the two of you alone for seven full days. Well, Harry still has to work during the day, but from the moment he’ll get home, it’s just gonna be you and him.

You had to make a few phone calls so you’ve been locked in your room for a while now. When you come down you find your favorite father-daughter duo on the couch, some kind of Barbie movie playing on the TV, but Izzy is busy with something else. She’s got her water based flooring pens scattered around her, Harry’s tattooed arm laying across her lap as she is coloring the patterns as if it was her favorite coloring book. Before they could notice you, you run back to your room and grab your polaroid camera and returning you snap a picture of the adorable scene. The shutter of the camera makes Harry’s head snap in your way, a smile tugging on his lips.

“Hey,” he softly greets you. You put the camera and the photo aside to the cupboard near you before joining them on the couch.

“Hi Y/N! Look!” Izzy beams happily, pointing at Harry’s ship tattoo that is now fully colored with yellows, pinks and blues.

“It looks better this way,” you smirk down at her before your eyes meet with Harry’s over her head, smiling at you softly.

Making yourself comfortable next to them, you watch Izzy work on more of his tattoos and you find it such a heartwarming scene, you want to remember it forever. Harry Styles, such an influential, successful and serious businessman, sitting on the couch in his loungewear while his daughter is using his tattooed skin as her personal coloring book. He really is a wonderful human being and the best dad to his daughter.

“Y/N, do you have any tattoos?” Izzy asks, turning to you with curious eyes.

“I actually do,” you answer and you see Harry’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“You really do?” he asks, his head resting on the back of the couch, turned to face you.

“Yeah,” you nod with a soft chuckle.

“Where?” Izzy asks perking up at the new information.

“Um, it’s right here,” you tell her pointing at the side of your hips, covered with your sweatpants.

“Can I color them?” she asks innocently, but Harry is quick to react.

“Izzy, you’re being a little too nosy,” he warns her as always, and she looks at you with a pouty look.

“It’s fine. Um, yeah, you can color it,” you nod.

Sliding lower on the couch you roll down the waistband of your pants until the tattoo is revealed on the side. You catch Harry’s eyes wander over the skin you are now showing and you can see a slight blush tinting his cheeks. He hasn’t seen this part of your body uncovered yet, he hasn’t even seen you in a bathing suit so far so it’s quite the new thing.

(reference for the tattoo)

The tattoo on your side is a simple yet meaningful one, dedicated to the special bond you and Trevor share. It’s a minimalistic yet beautiful piece of two koi fishes swimming in a circle, one is left blank as while the other one is black so their formation resembles the yin-yang symbol. You got it when you turned twenty, when Trevor was just in middle school, but he promised you he would get the same design when he turns eighteen that will happen in the fall.

“That looks beautiful,” Harry breathes out with a shy smile and you notice how he doesn’t ask about the meaning behind it. Not because he is not curious but because he is insanely respectful and he doesn’t want to ask something that’s too personal.

“Thanks,” you smile at him as Izzy grabs her pens and starts coloring the blank fish.

The rest of the day goes by uneventfully, Harry is clearly trying to spend as much time with Izzy as possible before her week with his mother, but you also notice that he seems to be keeping something away from you, like he is trying to bring up something but he is not entirely sure how to start the conversation.

It’s not until Izzy is put to bed that he joins you on the couch, turning to you with a serious expression on his handsome face.

“What’s up?” you ask with a soft chuckle.

“I was thinking…”

“I could see that,” you tease him, giving his knee a playful squeeze. “I’m listening.”

“Actually there are two things I wanted to talk to you about. I’m not sure which one to ask first.” He purses his lips before sighing and moving his eyes to meet your curious gaze. “So we’re gonna be alone for the next week.”

“Mhm.”

“And I thought that… if you want to, but we don’t have to, it was just an idea—so feel free to—“

“Harry,” you cut his stuttering off, moving closer with a reassuring smile. You caress the side of his face and you notice how you lean into your touch, breathing out through his nose. “Don’t be nervous, alright? Just tell me what’s been on your mind.”

“Would you go out on a date with me?” he then asks and it’s the purest thing you’ve ever seen and heard from him. The hopeful but still nervous look in his eyes makes him appear like a little boy who is asking out his first crush in middle school, afraid of rejection, when that’s the last thing he has to think about when it comes to you, but it’s still cute.

“I would love to,” you smile at him and leaning closer you peck his lips softly. “And what’s the other thing you wanted to ask?”

“Well, I’m driving Izzy over to my mum’s early in the morning and I’m staying for lunch and… if you don’t feel like it’s too much, you could… maybe come with us.”

“You want me to meet your mum?” you ask surprised.

“Well, she wants to meet you as well, but I want you to meet her, yes,” he admits with a nervous chuckle. “Gemma has told her about you and my sister likes to be nosy so she might have added a little spice into the story about us when nothing was really going on.”

“Oh my, what does she think?” you ask with wide eyes.

“Nothing bad, don’t worry,” he assures you quickly. “She just made it seem like we are… dating and all,” he adds with a nervous smile. “But I told her that it’s… I mean that we are not there… yet.”

“Oh, okay. Well, if you really want me there, I would love to go with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Would love to meet your mum.”

“I was afraid you’d find it a little early for this,” he admits truthfully and you can see that rationality in his thought. “We haven’t really… discussed what we are and I didn’t want to put the pressure on you.”

“Well, do you want to talk about us?” you ask softly, giving him the chance to decline if he feels like the conversation might be a little too much for him.

“I do, but I’m not sure… what to say,” he hums, knitting his eyebrows together. Last time I had this talk I was in my early twenties and I don’t even know how to start,” he chuckles shaking his head.

“Okay, then let’s just agree on some things,” you suggest and he eyes you curiously. “Neither of us is seeing anyone else, right?”

“Is that even a question in my situation?” he snorts, making a joke out of his issues clearly and you’re happy he is able to take it so lighthearted.

“Just clearing the air,” you chuckle. “So we are…exclusive.”

“Seems like it,” he nods.

“And you just asked me out on a date,” you point another detail out.

“I did. And you said yes,” he smiles, an excited shine in his eyes glimmering through his green irises.

“Yeah. So we can say we are dating? Seeing each other?” Harry chews on the terms you offered, tastes them before nodding slowly.

“I guess we could say that.”

“Okay. So… that’s what we are,” you smile at him, giving his knee another squeeze. This time, his hand finds yours and he runs his thumb across your knuckles.

“I think… I’m okay with that,” he breathes out and though it’s seemingly such an insignificant thing, you know how huge steps he has just taken forward.

“I liked the blue one better. With the white sweater,” Heather hums, watching you through the video call. You have your phone propped up on your dresser as you’re trying to figure out what to wear today.

Though you seemed completely unbothered last night when Harry invited you along with them, but now you can feel the slight panic. It’s not even because you and Harry are a thing now, you’d feel this way if you met his mother just as Izzy’s nanny. Grandmothers can be so protective over their grandchildren, you’ve met with quite a few problematic ones while you were working at the daycare and you just want Anne to like you, to trust you with Izzy as much as Harry does.

“Okay, blue it is then,” you sigh, pulling the yellow sundress off of yourself before putting the blue one back with a white sweater.

“So you guys are now official?” Heather grins at you through the screen. “Meeting his mother and all that?”

“Define being official,” you chuckle softly.

“Like, boyfriend-girlfriend?”

“Not yet. But we agreed to be exclusively dating.”

“I still can’t fucking believe that you’re scoring the hottest dad I’ve ever seen. You lucky bitch,” she sighs, sipping on her morning coffee.

“Me neither,” you scoff.

“I’m pretty sure if the mothers who got you fired knew, they would explode. Basically every woman was in love with the man and now you are the lucky woman actually getting him.”

“I guess this is karma for what they did,” you chuckle shrugging. “Alright, I gotta go, because we are leaving soon, but I’ll talk to you soon.”

“You better be! I want a detailed essay about how it went!” she grins, kissing the camera.

“Alright, bye!” you smile before ending the call.

When you get downstairs, Harry and Izzy are already down there, Harry is zipping up her bag while she is dancing around humming to herself.

“Baby, your backpack is still in your room. Can you please get it?” Harry asks her, Izzy nods and runs towards you, stopping in front of you.

“Hi Y/N! I like your dress!” she beams at you.

“Hi! Well thank you!” you smile at her before she runs past you up the stairs. “Hey,” you greet Harry and his eyes snap up to you, his pink lips stretching into a warm smile as he leans closer and kisses your cheek sweetly.

“Hi. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you. So, any tips for meeting your mum for the first time?” you ask, fidgeting with your fingers nervously. Harry reaches out and takes your hands between his so he stops the motion.

“You don’t need tips. I know my mum will like you, she is already so excited to meet you, so don’t worry.”

“If you say so,” you breathe out.

Harry puts Izzy’s stuff in the Rover and soon buckles her into her seat before the three of you hit the road. Harry has a whole playlist for Izzy’s favorite songs so you obviously listen to that along with Izzy’s performance of all the songs, filled with misheard lyrics, but that’s what makes it even better. The car ride is about three hours, which is not that horrible. You need just one bathroom break sometime in the middle and Izzy sleeps through the last hour in the car, allowing the two of you to finally listen to music that’s not from a kids’ show.

“Do you have a song request?” you smile over at him, scrolling through his phone since it’s the one connected to the car, but he has given you permission to play whatever you like.

“Not really.”

“You don’t have songs you like to listen to in the car?”

“Not specifically. Do you?”

“Oh, I have a whole playlist for songs to blast in the car,” you chuckle.

“Really? And what songs are on it?”

“Well, I can just show you.”

You search up your user on Spotify and find the playlist in talk before putting it on shuffle. As the first song starts to play, you peek over at him to see his reaction and you spot the smirk on his lips.

“Black Eyed Peas?” he asks glancing at you shortly.

“Yeah, you don’t like them?” you smirk at him.

“I do, I just didn’t think you listen to them,” he admits with a soft chuckle.

“Are you kidding me? They give me the biggest nostalgia! I listened to them so much as a teenager.”

“So teenage Y/N gave a concert in her bedroom, singing I Gotta Feeling?” he teases you grinning.

“Not just a concert, a whole world tour.”

There’s a short silence, just the two of you listening to the song, you watch the trees and fields rush by you as you drive down the country road. The song changes to another one and you’ve already forgotten about what you talked about, but apparently not Harry.

“What were you like as a teenager?” he asks. You turn to face him and your eyes meet for a second.

“Um, like a normal teenager,” you shrug, not sure what to say.

“There’s no such thing as a normal teenager,” Harry smiles. “What did you do, what were your favorite things?”

“I was… pretty plain, if I might say. I wasn’t a rebel or too much of a geek either. I had like three good friends, we used to hang out a lot by the little lake near our neighborhood, that was like our spot. I liked going on hikes and I watched a lot of documentaries,” you admit with a small smile.

“What kind?”

“I don’t know, anything that was on,” you shrug. “My mom had this phase where she was trying to act like she was just like all the other mom’s from my school, but they were all at least a decade older than her. She was trying to prove that she was this mature, very serious woman who had her shit together and all that.”

“And she didn’t?” Harry asks peeking at you shortly.

“I mean, she did. She turned thirty when I was twelve. Most women barely just got married and started their family at that age but she had been married for eight years and had a middle schooler and a baby already. She really was mature but I could tell that she felt like she lost her twenties because of… me.”

Sighing you think back to the years when you often felt like a burden to your mom. She gave up a lot of things just to give you the life she imagined for you. She worked her ass off to raise you and later Trevor as well, have a career and do all the works around the house. Your dad was working a lot of night shifts, there were entire weeks when you barely even saw him. You don’t blame him, he was trying to provide for his family, but it’s pretty clear he and your mother grew cold over the years and it had a huge part in it.

“Do you… blame yourself for it?” Harry asks softly.

“No,” you shake your head. “It’s not like I had anything to do with being born,” you chuckle. “I just didn’t like seeing my mom struggle so much. So when Trevor was born I was trying to take over a lot of tasks around the house and with him as well. I babysat him a lot, took care of him in the mornings, I picked him up from daycare and later from school… I tried to make it easier for my parents.”

“So this is why you grew so close with him?”

“I guess so,” you nod. “I mean, I surely spent the most time with him,” you add with a short chuckle.

“And do you think this is why you’re so good with kids?”

“What is this, a therapy session?” you ask arching an eyebrow at him, but he just rolls his eyes.

“Just… trying to get to know you. Is that a problem?”

“No, I just… I’m not used to talking about myself so much. It’s been quite a few years since I’ve been in this… talking stage,” you admit with a sigh. “But to answer your question, it might have had some impact on me. I mean, I loved taking care of Trevor. It’s like I had my own baby doll, only that it wasn’t just a toy, it was a real baby I could play with.”

“Did you play dress up with him?” Harry smirks at you.

“I did,” you admit laughing. “I used to dress him as a princess a lot and he seemed to like it! My dad wasn’t really a fan of it.”

For the rest of the ride you listen to your playlist and talk about not just your but Harry’s past too. He tells you about his friends, what he was like in school and the mischiefs he did growing up, that drove his mum crazy sometimes. As you get to his hometown and he points out different places he used to go to when he was younger, you feel so much closer to him, like you’ve just gotten to see another piece of him that was hidden before.

He pulls up to the driveway of a simple townhouse and as you get out of the car you see the front door open and a woman rushes out, squealing in excitement as she runs up to Harry and hugs him tightly.

“Finally! I was starting to get worried!” she breathes out, rocking the two of them to left and right.

“Mum, don’t be dramatic. I texted you when we left and we got here perfectly in time,” Harry chuckles, holding his mum tight.

“You barely just arrived and you’re already picking on me? Typical,” Anne rolls her eyes, letting go of him. You round the car, feeling nervous to meet her. When her eyes finally fall on you, her smile grows even wider as she takes a step closer to you. “And you must be Y/N! It’s so nice to meet you!” she beams, pulling you into a warm hug as well.

“Nice to meet you too,” you chuckle, hugging her back.

“I’m Anne, but I listen to all versions of mum and grandma,” she tells you chuckling.

“Alright, noted,” you nod smiling.

Harry opens the car door of the backseat and unbuckles Izzy who has already woken up from her little nap and the moment her feet are on the ground she runs up to Anne.

“Grams!” She giggles before throwing herself into Anne’s arms who picks her up happily.

“Hi baby, you grew so much! I missed you!” she sighs as the little girl cuddles into her neck.

“Missed you too, Grams. I brought my new toys, do you want to play with them?”

“Of course! We’ll have all the time to play this week,” Anne smiles down at her. “Alright, come on in. Lunch is almost ready.”

Harry grabs Izzy’s things from the car and you all head inside. The house smells good from the cooking food in the kitchen and it’s such a cozy home, you can definitely see Harry growing up here. Above the fireplace in the living room there are a bunch of photos framed on the wall, most of them are from Harry and Gemma, but there are some more of other relatives as well, cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents. It seems like Harry has a big family.

Harry unpacks Izzy’s stuff in her room that used to be Gemma’s apparently, he is telling Anne all about everything she needs to know about Izzy’s routines and she is listening patiently, though you’re sure she is more than capable of taking care of her. After all, she raised two amazing children already.

While Izzy shows Anne all her toys she’s brought with herself, Harry takes your hand and pulls you out of the room just to go into another one. Walking in you immediately realize that it must have been his once upon a time.

“You know, I can see your younger version in here, the one I saw in the photos downstairs,” you smirk at him, looking around. There are some old posters and pictures still littering the walls, stickers are covering the side of his wardrobe and dresser, some of them are partially ripped off already, he probably tried to get rid of them once he got older, but miserably failed.

“Yeah? I was pretty cute, right?” he smirks, so full of himself.

“I liked the curly Justin Bieber hairstyle,” you tease him and he gives you an “are you for real?!” look to which you just start laughing.

“Justin Bieber had nothing on me.”

“Yeah, sure,” you laugh before he grabs your hand and pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you. “Your mum is in the next room,” you whisper against his lips as he leans down, teasing you with them just lingering on yours.

“So what? You never sneaked around your parents before?” he smirks down at you.

“I did,” you admit.

“Oh, nasty,” he comments before finally kissing you. However it doesn’t last long, because you hear footsteps coming from outside so you’re quick to move away from each other, just in time when Anne walks in.

“Lunch will be ready in a few, would you two mind setting the table?” she smiles, oblivious what was happening just a moment ago.

“Sure,” Harry nods, rubbing his nose as his other hand finds your waist and he ushers you out of the room.

Izzy helps Anne in the kitchen while you and Harry take care of the table. When everything is done you all sit down and start the feast Anne was so kind to make for you. It doesn’t take long to see the snickering but loving dynamic between Harry and his mother. Anne likes to pick on her son, call him out for basically anything and though Harry talks back, he mostly just lets her tear him to pieces. With love, of course.

“Izzy, please don’t get whipped cream all over the place!” Harry sighs when it’s time for dessert. Anne has made apple pie, one of Izzy’s favorites and she is going generous with the cream on top of her slice.

“You didn’t have problem getting cream all over you when we were making cupcakes, daddy!” Izzy sasses back, making both you and Harry drop your jaws while Anne starts laughing at her boldness.

“That was an entirely different situation, Izzy,” Harry shakes his head as he helps her with the scream before passing it over to you.

“Grams, you should have been there! Daddy, Y/N and I made a mess in the kitchen, but daddy started it!” Izzy giggles, digging into the pie.

“Is that so?” Anne smirks.

“We were just… playing,” Harry explains.

“Oh, I know how you can get when you’re just playing,” Anne chuckles. “Y/N, how do you put up with two kids in the house?”

“I used to deal with fifteen at the same time, so two is not a trouble,” you smirk at Harry who just rolls his eyes, but you see the hiding little smile on his lips.

After lunch Izzy insists on showing you the dollhouse Anne has set up for her in the backyard while Harry helps his mum with the cleaning up.

“We both know your sister likes to exaggerate stories, so I didn’t believe everything she said about you and Y/N,” Anne speaks up as she is washing the dishes and Harry is on drying duty.

“I’m glad you don’t fall for Gemma’s vivid imagination.”

“But there’s one thing she got right.”

“And what would that be?” Anne turns the tap off as she faces Harry, sighing in relief as she smiles at him.

“That you look happy.”

Harry opens his mouth to say something, but then just closes it. He does feel happy, even if he is still struggling to accept it. Anne dries her hands and reaching up she cups Harry’s face in her palms.

“Baby, I haven’t seen you like this for a long time. And I know you think you don’t deserve to feel this way, but you do. And Y/N makes you happy, clearly.”

“Mum…”

“No, honey, just… listen to me, okay?” she asks and he nods, giving all his attention to his mother. “It broke my heart to see you so… lost after what happened to Maggie. And I know that it was the hardest thing you ever had to go through, but you need to move on. She would want you to do the same thing.”

“How do you know, mum? You didn’t even like Maggie when I first brought her home,” Harry points out mumbling under his breath.

“That doesn’t change the way you felt about her. I know you loved her and I would have never wanted anything to happen to her. She made you happy and that’s all that mattered to me,” she smiles with a tired sigh. “And I just want you to be happy again. Whatever you two have going on… don’t let go of it, alright? She is making you happy and you deserve that.”

Harry doesn’t know what to say so he just nods before Anne pulls him into a tight, motherly hug that he returns gladly.

“I’m trying, mum. I’m trying,” he whispers into her hair, giving her a squeeze before letting go of her.

You stay a little longer, Anne makes you tea and Harry soaks in the last minutes with Izzy before he is forced to be away from her. You know he is looking forward to spending some time away from his daddy duties, but it’s clear that he’ll miss her terribly too.

“Alright, baby. Be good and I’ll call Grams to talk to you every day, okay?” Harry tells her, giving her one last hug. Izzy wraps her arms around his neck tightly, her face squished into his neck.

“Okay, daddy. I love you,” she mumbles with a pouty look.

“I love you too. Have a good time with Grams.”

“Thank you for everything, Anne,” you tell her, giving her a quick hug.

“Oh, you’re welcome. It was so nice to meet you,” she smiles, feeling a little touched by the goodbye. “Come back soon!”

“I will, thank you.” “Bye mum, call me if anything comes up,” Harry tells her, hugging her as well.

“We’ll be alright, don’t worry. Tell Mitch and Sarah that I wish them the best!” Anne smiles as you and Harry head out the door.

“I will! Bye!”

Izzy stands at the front door with Anne, waving after you as Harry backs out of the driveway and eventually, they are out of your sight.

Harry falls silent and you don’t have to be a genius to know that he is already missing Izzy. You can imagine what it feels like to not see her every day like he always does, when he is so used to having her around all the time.

“You alright?” you softly ask, giving his arm a short squeeze.

“Yeah, it’s just… It’s the third time I’m doing this, but it never gets easier. The first year we did it I ended up driving up here four times that week,” he admits with a chuckle.

“Nothing to be ashamed of. It’s normal to miss her.”

“I know, it just makes me emotional,” he admits, flashing you a short smile before he turns his gaze back at the road ahead of him.

The drive back home is a lot quieter than the way to Anne’s. You play some music again and Harry hums to it sometimes, but he is mostly just deep in his thoughts and you don’t want to bother him, knowing well he probably needs some time to settle with the thought of an entire week without Izzy.

You get some takeout for dinner before arriving home and eat together before putting on a movie to watch in the entertainment room. One movie turns into another and before you could realize it, you’re dosed off on the comfy couch, cuddled to Harry’s side near midnight.

When you wake up something entirely different is playing on the screen since the original movie has ended long ago. Harry is passed out, his head resting against the back of the couch, one arm curled around your shoulders while the other is resting on his stomach. Rubbing your eyes you check the time and decide it’s better if you both just go to bed before you end up spending the night on the couch.

“Hey… H,” you softly caress his cheek before you brush his unruly curls back from his forehead. He scrunches his nose adorably before his eyes flutter open, taking in his surroundings. “We fell asleep. Why don’t we call it a night?” you ask in a soft whisper. Harry sighs, nodding his head, squeezing you to his side before his arm falls from around your shoulders. You peck his cheek before pushing yourself up from the couch. He shuts the TV off and the two of you head upstairs. For your surprise, his hand finds yours on the way up the stairs, lacing his fingers together with yours.

You pad your way up to the second floor and walking past Izzy’s room Harry stops for just a heartbeat before he follows you down the hallway. When you’re about to let go of his hand to head into your own bedroom, Harry pulls you back gently, making you look at him with slight confusion.

“Do you… Maybe you could… sleep at mine, if you want to? Just a thought…” he breathes out, clearly nervous to speak what’s been on his mind.

“I would love to, but only if you’re sure about it.”

“I’m sure. It would be nice to… wake up next to you,” he adds with a shy smile and you notice how he didn’t say waking up next to anyone, he wants you to be there.

“Alright. Why don’t we both just go and shower separately and then I’ll come back to yours?” you offer, giving his hand a squeeze. Harry nods and leaning down he places a chaste kiss to your lips before letting go of your hand, going your separate ways.

After doing your usual nighttime routine you put on a pair of soft pajama pants and a simple shirt before heading back to Harry’s bedroom. The door is slightly open, the lights are still on. You knock on the door before pushing it open carefully. You’ve only been in here a handful of times and it’s strange to come here with the intention of staying.

Harry is standing by his dresser in a pair of sweatpants and a white shirt, his hair is slightly damp from his shower. As his eyes fall on your figure a small smile tugs on his lips before he glances towards the bed.

“Which… which side do you like sleeping on?” he asks and you can’t hold back a chuckle as you walk to the side that’s clearly not used by him usually.

Harry huffs with a smile before going to his side. You put your phone to the nightstand before getting under the covers, making yourself comfortable in Harry’s silky sheets. He sits to the edge of the bed, checks something on his phone before dropping it to his nightstand and he then joins you under the covers.

It’s a tiny bit awkward at first, neither of you really finding your place in such a new situation, so at first you just lie on your sides facing each other. Harry is clearly about to say something, he is just looking for the right words, so you give him all the time he needs.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he softly speaks up. “Not just because… I would be awfully lonely now without Izzy,” he adds with a cheeky chuckle. “I meant it generally. I’m really happy that you’re here.”

“I’m happy to be here too. Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” you smile at him. Breathing out through his nose he closes his eyes for a few seconds before his green irises meet yours again. Leaning closer he kisses you softly, just another way to tell you the same thing he just said with his words a moment ago. Pulling back he settles his head on the pillow and he pulls you into his arms, making you cuddle to his side similar to the way you fell asleep on the couch earlier.

“Good night, Y/N,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Good night, Harry,” you hum back, nuzzling your face into his shoulder, making yourself comfortable in his strong arms.

Harry grumbles lowly when his phone’s alarm goes off in the morning. He might be off from his daddy duties this week, but he is still the CEO of his company and work is calling his name. Sometime during the night the two of you got tangled up in each other. Unlike last night, now Harry is the one snuggled up to you, his heavy arm lying across your stomach, his legs mingled with yours under the sheets as you gently scratch his scalp with one hand, running the other up and down his arm across your stomach. You’re not gonna lie, waking up in a bed with Harry is far more blissful and satisfying than you imagined. Even early in the morning he has such an aura that sweeps you off your feet, the man was surely crafted by the gods.

“You’re gonna be late,” you hum, eyes still closed when he hits the snooze button and snuggles back to you.

“It’s set to when I have to get Izzy ready. We still have some time,” he mumbles against the fabric of your shirt.

You stay in bed a little longer until it really is time to get up. Harry’s morning form is so soft yet still breathtaking, even with his hair tousled and his puffy eyes, he still looks gorgeous and you find it slightly unfair how little effort the man needs to be this perfect.

Harry heads to take a shower and in the meantime you decide to start making breakfast while the coffee is brewing.

“Oh you shouldn’t have,” Harry breathes out with a thankful smile when he arrives downstairs and sees the almost ready breakfast and the smell of coffee hits his nose.

“I have all the time in the world this week,” you chuckle as you fill a plate with eggs and veggies before you slide it over to him on the kitchen island. You fix a plate for yourself as well and join him on the stool beside him.

“So… are you still up for the date?” Harry asks shyly, glancing over at you.

“Didn’t really change my mind since yesterday,” you chuckle.

“Would you be up to do it today?”

“So, eager, huh?” you tease him, nudging him with your shoulder and he just shyly shrugs, trying to push down his smile. “Today works fine for me. What do you have in mind?”

“I’m not ruining the surprise,” he smirks at you, sipping on his coffee.

“Alright, then just tell me the dress code.”

“Wear that lilac dress you wore to that birthday party the other week.”

You know exactly what dress he is talking about, but it stuns you that he actually remembers what you wore two weeks ago. He only saw you for a few minutes before you left, yet he still remembered the dress.

“Alright,” you smile to yourself before turning back to your breakfast.

Though you have a few extra sessions booked for the week, your Monday stayed empty and without Izzy roaming around the house you have to realize that you can easily get bored without her. You got so used to being with her all day long that now being home on your own is so weird.

You spend the first half of the day lounging at the pool, something you’ve been dying to do, but you were too busy with a certain little girl. Then you have a nice lunch and after reading the book you’ve been putting away for weeks, you realize that you’ve run out of things to do. So you text Trevor if he wants a ride home after school and of course he does, so after fixing yourself up you drive down to his school.

“Hi there, how was your day?” you ask when he sits into the car, throwing his backpack to the backseat before he buckles himself up as you back out of the parking spot.

“Fantastic, as always!” he fake cheers, making you laugh.

“Want to get ice-cream?”

“You know I always want ice-cream,” he snorts smirking at you.

You haven’t met Trevor ever since things become kind of… romantic between you and Harry, and you didn’t want to tell him over the phone, so now is the perfect time to break him the news. When the two of you are sitting on the terrace of your favorite ice-cream place, your paper cup filled with chocolate and strawberry ice-cream while he chose mango and cookie dough, you finally start the conversation.

“So, I have news for you.”

“Oh my God,” he breathes out, closing his eyes for a second. “Are you leaving the country?”

“What? No! Why do you think that?”

“I don’t know, but last time you said you had news for me you moved out from home. Figured it might be something similar,” he shrugs, returning to his ice-cream.

“Well, no, I’m not leaving the country.”

“Okay, then what is it?”

“I’m kind of… dating Harry. You know, my boss.” You have no idea why you felt the need to add the last part when he has already met him, but you feel a bit nervous. Trevor is like your best friend and he had a bad feeling about Keith when you started dating him, but you ignored it. If he has a similar feeling about Harry now, you are definitely considering them this time.

“Oh!” his eyebrows shoot up. “What do you mean kind of?”

“Well, we haven’t had our first date yet, it’s happening tonight, but things have… changed.”

“So you slept with him?”

“No, I haven’t,” you chuckle nervously. “We kissed. A few times and… we talked about where it’s heading and we both think it’s going to turn into something… more serious.”

“That’s great!” he smiles at you and it seems completely genuine. “See, I told you it’s gonna happen sooner or later,” he smirks coyly, before he licks his spoon off.

“You were just drawing random assumptions because of his looks and wealth, Trevor. But it’s not about that.”

“Oh, I know you’re not a gold digger,” he teases you, making you roll your eyes at him. “So your first date is tonight? What are you guys doing?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t tell me,” you shrug with a small smile.

“Mysterious,” Trevor wiggles his eyebrows at you. “So he is finally ready to get back on the dating scene, huh?”

“Um, he is working on it. It’s a little hard for him, but he’s been changing for the better.” “That’s great. I’m happy for you,” he smiles at you. “Really, you deserve it after that asshole.”

“Yeah, I hope it’ll go well,” you smile back at him with a sigh before you return to your ice-cream.

After dropping Trevor off at one of his friends you head back home. For your surprise, Harry’s car is already parked on the driveway with another one that doesn’t belong to him when you pull up and walking in you find him with Niall in the kitchen.

“Oh, hi boys!” you greet them.

“Y/N! You are stunning as always!” Niall beams, pulling you into a tight hug right away.

“Thanks,” you chuckle patting his back. “What are you guys up to?”

They share a look and it tells you right away you are not supposed to know whatever they were talking about so you just nod smiling.

“Alright, got it,” you chuckle.

“How was your day?” Harry asks, hoping to change the subject smoothly.

“Great! Met with Trevor, just dropped him off.”

“Oh, how is he doing?”

“He is fine, struggling a little with math lately, but he is doing great,” you chuckle.

“So you have a brother. Do you happen to have a sister, maybe?” Niall asks with a coy smile and while Harry just rolls his eyes at his friend, you can’t help but laugh.

“Sorry, no,” you tell him the bad news. “But… I have a good friend and I think you’d like her.”

“A friend? Do you have a picture of her?” Niall beams, already excited about it. Pulling your phone out you show him a picture of you and Heather so he can have a good look at her. You actually think that Heather and Niall would be a good match, she might even be the girl Niall would give up his bachelor life finally.

“When are we having a double date?” he simply asks, making you and Harry laugh at the same time.

“I’ll see what I can do for you.” You let the boys finish whatever they were doing before you arrived so you go to your room, unwinding a little before you have to start getting ready for the date. Around five there’s a soft knock on your door and as you call out, Harry pops his head inside.

“Hi,” he smiles nervously as the rest of his body walks into your sight.

“Hi!” you smile back, putting your book to the side.

“I just realized I never told you the time when you should be ready tonight,” he chuckles nervously. “Is six good for you?”

“Yeah, that’s great.”

“Alright. Then… see you soon, I guess,” he smiles nodding before he walks out of your room. You can’t help a small chuckle at how nervous he seems about tonight, as if he wasn’t still sure about your feelings for him, when you’ve made it clearer than daylight.

You get the best kind of jitters while getting ready for the date. It’s like you’re in high school again and your crush has finally asked you out so you want to look your best. Since Harry already suggested you what to wear, you don’t have to spend an hour standing in your closet, trying to find the right choice. For the makeup you go for a little smokey look and you do a loose bun styles for your hair, remembering the words your mother always told you when you were a teenager.

“A woman’s greatest and most secret weapon is her neck. Men go crazy if you show them your neck and they don’t even realize it!”

You spray some perfume on yourself and put on a pair of nude heels before packing your necessities into a purse that matches your outfit. You finish with everything just in time, a soft knock signaling that Harry has returned. Checking yourself one last time in the mirror you open the door and reveal him standing at the door, wearing a pair of fitted purple dress pants with a crispy shirt on, matching your dress perfectly. And the cherry on top is the bouquet of red roses in his hands.

“Hi,” he breathes out with a nervous smile and his gaze travels down your figure, a blush tinting his cheeks.

“Hi!”

“You look… beautiful,” he smiles shyly and your heart is fluttering in your chest. It’s really happening, you are going on a date with Harry!

“Thank you,” you chuckle softly.

“These are for you. I know it’s weird that I’m picking you up from your bedroom and I’m not giving you this at the front door, but…” he chuckles as he hands you the flowers.

“It’s really nice, thank you,” you smile, taking the flowers before moving into the bedroom to put them in a vase quickly. Harry takes just about two steps into the room and stops with his hands hidden in his pockets as he eyes every movement of yours before you finish with the flowers and let him know that you’re ready to do. He holds out his hand and you take it gladly as you head out of the house.

He doesn’t tell you where you’re going, not even when you try to annoy him and bully him into finally hinting something, but you should have known that he wouldn’t break. He has a four year old daughter who is constantly bugging him, he has endless patience.

When he parks down in front of a modern apartment complex you kind of get really confused, because nothing around seems like the location you’d choose for a date.

“Are you gonna kidnap me and keep me hostage in one of the apartments here?” you ask him with narrowed eyes as the two of you head inside, taking the elevator up.

“It’s not kidnapping, you came willingly,” he smirks down at you.

“That I did.”

When you’re at one of the apartments you are really lost about what he had planned and he finally breaks your suffering and tells you what’s gonna happen as he keys the two of you into the apartment.

“This is Niall’s place, he let us use it tonight. My mum always says that cooking together is a good first date, because food brings people together and you can easily get to know each other,” he explains as you walk into the modern, but definitely very manly home. “I didn’t want to do it at home, because we are always there, so… Niall was nice enough to lend us his place for our date.”

You see that there are two full grocery bags on the kitchen counter and the table is already set for two, you wonder if Harry was here earlier, or Niall did the work for him. Either way, it’s such a thoughtful gesture and a perfect first date.

“Where is he tonight?” you ask with a small smile.

“He is visiting his mother, for a change,” Harry chuckles, knowing well you thought he would be out with a woman probably. “He said he won’t be back until later tomorrow so we can even sleep here, but I thought it would be better if we went home.”

“So what are we making?” you ask curiously as you peek into one of the grocery bags.

“We are going to attempt to make gnocchi with some killer tomato sauce. And brownies for dessert,” he adds with a small smile.

“That sounds great, what can I help with?”

“Let me just quickly pack everything out and then we have to peel the potatoes, yeah?”

“Alright,” you nod, your gaze wandering over to the spacious living room. “Can I look around?”

“Sure,” he nods while he is already elbows deep in one of the bags.

Niall’s place looks like it came right off the pages of an interior design magazine, the furnishing is modern and more on the dark color range, but not too much to make it appear depressing. Right next to his huge TV there’s a floor to ceiling bookcase filled with books mostly about music and art and you realize you don’t even know what Niall does for a living. It just never came up between his heavy flirting sessions.

“I never asked, but what does Niall do?” you ask calling out to Harry.

“Oh, he is a freelancer music producer. Tried to offer him a permanent spot at my company, but he prefers his freedom, like with everything else in his life,” he chuckles. “But he is a good one, we used to make music together when we were younger.”

Just as he says that, you spot a picture of the two of them on the shelves and your lips part in a bit of a shock when you realize that Harry used to have long hair. Leaning closer you inspect the photo better and you feel like you’re looking at two entirely different people. Niall’s hair was bleached blonde which is already enough to make him like another version of himself, but Harry is definitely the biggest shocker. He was rocking some loose shirt with the top buttons left undone, his necklace with the cross pendant peeking out and though the photo ends somewhere above his knees, you can tell that he is wearing skinny jeans, something you never thought you would ever see him in.

“You had long hair?” you ask joining him in the kitchen. Harry’s eyes shoot up to him, then he looks in the direction of the living room, a smile tugging on his lips as he probably remembers what photo you must have just seen.

“Uh, yeah. Yes I did, when I was about 21 or 22.”

“I could hardly believe that was you in the picture, with the long locks and the skinny jeans,” you tease him.

“Yeah, I was a lot different then, but after all, it’s been an entire decade since then,” he sniggles.

“Why did you cut it?”

“Um, I was pretty new in the business back then and had a few assholes telling me that it’s not too masculine and all that. It was a time when I cared more about others’ opinion than I should have so I kind of gave in and cut it.”

“I’m sorry they ruined it for you. But I’m glad you don’t care about others that much now,” you smile at him softly. Harry’s eyes flicker down to his painted nails and ring-clad fingers and you just know what he is about to ask before he even speaks up.

“Does it… bother you? That I paint my nails and stuff?”

“No,” you shake your head confidently. “Not at all. I mean, I never saw you without them, but at this point I think it wouldn’t even feel right,” you add with a small laugh that brings Harry’s smile back as well. Stepping closer you kiss his shoulder softly before turning your focus on the food in front of you. “So, let’s peel these bad boys!”

It’s the first time you and Harry actually work together in the kitchen for more than just five minutes. He is always in control at home, taking over everything with Izzy and you know it’s a good bonding time for them, so you never even tried to push your way into it without their invitation. But now the bonding is all about you and him and so far you’ve been a great team. The cutest thing is that he brought you matching aprons to protect your clothes and you look like you are in some cooking show for sure.

You keep asking questions from each other while working on the food, Harry asks you some more about your childhood and teenage years and he shares stories from college where he had this friend group of five. Niall was part of the group as well and he said he is still in touch with the other boys, but they all do very different things now, the other three are already fathers themselves and live far away, so they don’t get to see each other that much.

You are making the little dumplings while Harry is on duty for cooking them, relentlessly fishing them out of the boiling water once they swim up to the top. When that’s done, Harry starts making the sauce while you take care of the brownies. It all works out well, everything gets done easily and while the dessert is in the oven you start eating what you just created.

“Mm, this sauce is really good!” you hum when you take the first bite.

“It’s my mum’s recipe,” he smiles proudly.

At the beginning of the evening you could tell that he felt nervous, not essentially about being with you, but probably because of the thought of going on a date in general. But as time passed by and he got more and more comfortable in the situation, you could see him loosen up and calm his nerves, so now that you are eating the dinner you made together and drinking a glass of fine wine, talking about anything and everything, you feel like he is actually enjoying something he was probably terrified from before.

When the brownies are done the two of you take advantage of the nice evening weather and Niall’s amazing balcony, moving out to the lounge chairs, munching on the dessert with the skyline of the city in front of you. At one point you start playing a game of would you rather, and after a while you ask each other the most random things, cracking each other up continuously. You don’t even realize and it’s already past ten, you completely talked the evening away, but you don’t regret any of it.

You clean up Niall’s place, leaving it just the way you got it, putting some leftovers into his fridge for him as a thank you for lending you his place before you head out.

Harry keeps a hand on you at all times on the way home, he is either holding your hand over the console, or rests his palm on your thigh above your knee, but either way, he just keeps the physical touch up always. Not that you mind, you are doing kind of the same, enjoying his closeness.

Arriving home you can feel a kind of tension growing, but not a bad kind. You want him. Your desire to go further than just kissing has grown immensely tonight, but you have no idea how he feels about taking it further and you don’t want to push him past his boundaries.

“Want to… sleep with me again?” he shyly asks when you’re going up the stairs.

“Yeah, I would love that,” you smile at him, giving him a quick peck on his cheek.

When you part ways in the hallway he probably expects you to do your night time routine, but you have other plans. Grabbing your polaroid camera you pad your way over to his room, knocking on the door, hoping he is not in the shower yet. When he calls out for you, he is standing at his dresser, the first few buttons of his shirt are already undone, but he is still dressed.

“I just thought that… we could snap a picture as a nice memento of our first date,” you shyly explain to him, holding the camera up.

“Oh, yeah! Okay, how do you... how should we…?” he looks around the room and you step to his dresser, placing the camera to the top of it.

“It’s got a timer,” you explain as you set it up and tell him where to stand so you can check if he is in the frame. When it’s all set, you glance back at him. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” he nods shyly. You push the button and step back to him. “What should we…” he starts, but you already know what you want the picture to be like.

Cupping his face in your hands you pull him down and kiss him sweetly, for the first time tonight. You’ve noticed he hasn’t tried to kiss you all night, being a gentleman, but you’ve been craving it since he showed up at your door with the roses.

He hesitates for a moment, but eventually curls his arms around you, kissing you back softly. The timer goes off and the flash indicates that the photo has been taken. Pulling back you smile at him before taking the photo from the camera, setting it to the side to develop. Harry steps behind you, his arms coming to curl around your waist and you turn in his hold to face him.

“Hi,” you smile at him giddily. “Thanks for today.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he answers softly, making your heart flutter. You press your lips at his, kissing him hard and passionate, like you wanted all evening. He is quick to return the kiss with just as much passion as you put into it, his hands finding your waist as he slowly pulls you with him until the back of his legs hit the bed. He sits down and pulls you with him so you sit on his lap straddling him, never breaking the kiss as you settle in his arms, his hands roaming up and down your back.

Your kisses move from his delicious lips to his chiseled jawline and down his neck, your fingers working on the buttons of his dress shirt. You want him, you need him, he is all you can think about and the taste of his skin on your tongue is making you lose your mind.

His hands move up your thighs right to your bum, giving it a good squeeze, making you moan against the crook of his neck.

“Fuck,” he growls, throwing the two of you to the bed, getting on top of you before his lips attack yours, kissing you with a demand heatedly. His lips move smoothly against yours, devouring you with every suck and lick, making you dizzy in the head with such little effort.

He starts kissing down your neck, through your collarbone and whatever is showing in your dress on your chest. Your fingers lace through his messy curls, keeping him close to you as you try to control your moans and gasps. His fingers hook under the thin straps of your dress and he is about to pull them down when he stops, breathing heavily against your skin.

Harry lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours as he is panting through his parted lips and you cup his cheeks in your hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me,” you tell him softly, knowing well his mind is probably racing right now.

“I just…” he starts quietly. “I haven’t been with anyone since… Maggie,” he admits in a whisper and your gaze softens on him.

“And I haven’t been with anyone since Keith,” you admit truthfully. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. I’m fine with just sleeping if that’s all you want to do.”

“No, I want to… I want to do things, I just… I’m not used to it, I guess,” he breathes out as you run your fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay. We can take it slow. Whatever you feel comfortable with,” you assure him pecking his lips softly.

“Is it… Is it okay if we just… touch?” He is clearly feeling a bit embarrassed to ask, but you will not make him feel bad for asking for whatever he wants. Pulling him down for another kiss you smile up at him.

“Touching is perfect. It’s all up to you,” you tell him and see the gratitude in his eyes right away.

Removing yourself off of his lap you climb back on the bed, pulling him with you until he is holding himself up above you. Your eyes meet for a second again before leaning down he kisses you slowly, taking his time with you. He is holding himself up on one arm while his other hand finds your hip, gently squeezing it when his tongue slides into your mouth through the kiss. Your hands move down his chest and you start unbuttoning his shirt until it falls open and he shimmies it off with a soft chuckle.

“Let’s get rid of the dress too,” you breathe out, reaching down for the hem of your dress, pulling it up until it’s off, leaving you in only your underwear. You’re wearing a matching set with a strapless bra and as you lie back on the bed Harry’s eyes basically devour you, his gaze running up and down your body several times.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he breathes out before leaning down and kissing you again, his hand cupping your side before wandering over to your stomach and up to your chest. He runs his hand over your chest, gently squeezing it, making you moan into the kiss.

“And you’re wearing too much clothes,” you grin as you reach down and start undoing his purple pants you ogled him quite often tonight. Harry chuckles as he holds himself up for you to work the button and the zipper on his pants before he takes over the task and gets rid of them himself, leaving him in only his boxer briefs and you have to hold yourself back from gasping when you see the growing bulge between his legs.

You don’t get to eye him for too long, because he is back to kissing you, his body pressing up against yours as you let your hands roam his strong back, his skin burning under your touch. His lips travel down the line of your neck to your chest and his hand snakes behind your back, but he stops before he could do anything with the clasp of your bra. Glancing up at you he gives you a questioning glare, asking for your permission.

“You can take it off,” you softly tell him nodding. His fingers are quick to undo it and a moment later you’re lying with a bare chest underneath him. His hand moves to your chest again and he kneads your breast again, this time with nothing between your skin and his palm. You whimper under his touch, you’ve been so starved to be touched this way and now that it’s happening, it’s hard to control yourself, but Harry doesn’t seem to mind seeing you react to what he is doing.

His lips return to your mouth and while he kisses you with so much passion, he slowly lays himself down next to you, so you’re facing each other sideways on the bed. He pulls you closer to him until you’re flushed against his hard chest and while your hand roams around his shoulders and back, his palm slides down your spine, over your waist until he calms bum, pushing you even closer to him. His clothed erection presses against your thigh and you can’t help but whimper his name at the feeling.

His kisses slow down and his touch loosens on you until he pulls back, seemingly just for air, but you can tell his head is starting to race again, spiraling thoughts taking over his mind.

“Do you want me to take over control?” you softly ask him, pushing his unruly curls out of his forehead. His gaze softens and he nods shortly with gratefulness lacing through his look.

He watches you intently as you push yourself up into a sitting position, he rolls to his back and keeps his gaze on you as you hook your fingers into your panties, getting rid of them before doing the same for him with his boxers. He lifts his hips up as you pull down the elastic material, revealing his hard cock to your greedy eyes. You want nothing more than to taste him, but he said he just wants to touch so you don’t try to overstep his limits, leaving this desire of yours to another time. Instead, you lean down, capturing his lips in a sweet, reassuring kiss that everything is going fine to calm his nerves as much as you can, while you place your palm to his lower stomach, moving down slowly until you find his hard cock, wrapping your hand around his length and giving it a few gentle stroke.

“Fuck,” he breathes out against your parted lips and you can’t push a smile down.

You kiss his lips, his cheeks, his jawline, everywhere around his face while you keep pumping him, spreading some of his precum down his length to help your hand move smoother. Your actions awaken something in him, he grabs your face in both his hands, kissing you hard before he pushes you to your back, becoming the one on top. He parts your legs with pushing a knee between your thighs and while you keep up with your motions, he gets down to action as well. One of his large palms runs down your abdomen, stroking your lower belly gently before it moves to your inner thigh, spreading you even more for him before you feel his touch on your heated and dripping wet core. First, he just teasingly runs two fingers through your folds, testing how wet you are and when he realizes that you are more than ready to whatever he has planned, he moves his thumb to your sensitive clit, drawing circles with the pad of his finger, sending a wave of pleasure up your spine immediately.

“Harry!” you moan his name, running your thumb over the head of his cock that makes him gasp and stop his motions for a moment before he returns to pleasuring you.

He buckles his hips into your touch while his fingers move down from your clit until he is teasing your entrance, just circling around it but not pushing into you. Rolling your hips you signal him that you want the teasing to end and he luckily gets the hint, slowly sliding two fingers inside you, curling them gently and it makes your eyes roll back immediately. He rests his forehead on your shoulder as he starts moving his fingers in and out of you while you try your best to keep up your pumping motion as well, moving your other hand to his balls to give him some of that extra pleasure and he seems to be liking what you’re doing, because your name keeps falling from his lips as keeps fingering you, curling his digits just the right way inside you from time to time.

“Fuck, Y/N, I won’t last long,” he pants, his lips brushing against your neck before he kisses the soft skin above your collarbone.

“It’s alright. Just want you to feel good, H,” you assure him, though you’re getting closer to your release as well.

“Are you close?” he asks out of breath, still holding himself up above you, leaning onto his other arm next to your head.

“Yeah, don’t stop,” you nod, turning your head so your lips could meet for a kiss again.

You can tell he is trying hard to hold himself back, to stretch it out as long as he can. A torturous look tugs on his face and you kiss his temple, wanting nothing more than to see him finally reach the peak.

“Let go, H. It’s alright,” you whisper against his skin and he whines at your words before you feel his cock jerk in your hand and he cums under your touch.

You keep stroking him as he rides his high, gasping and panting your name while he spills his semen onto your naked stomach. His fingers stopped moving inside you as he found his relief, but as soon as you feel him recovering from his orgasm, he goes right back to where he left it, desperately wanting to pleasure you as well.

“Harry!” you moan when he hits a specific spot inside you, tingling your nerves just right, your hands come to clasp onto his broad shoulders.

“Cum for me, babe. Let me see you feel good,” he whispers before his lips occupy your mouth again, kissing you with so much passion and vigor, your senses are starting to overload.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you gasp feeling your toes curl and Harry picks his pace up, his thumb coming in contact with your clit as he tries to make you reach your high.

And then it finally happens. You stop breathing for a moment, the intensity of it washing over your whole body. It’s been so long since you felt this good with anyone, and just the thought of doing this with Harry probably adds a lot to the equation.

He slows his fingers down, but makes sure to curl them inside you every time he pumps them in, and you repeat his name over and over again until you finally catch your breath. Your gaze meets his, and you see a happy and satisfied shine in his green irises as he leans down and kisses you sweetly, pulling his fingers out of you gently.

“M’gonna get a towel,” he murmurs, pecking your lips one last time before he gets up from the bed and walks into the bathroom while you lie on his bed, totally gone and worn out from your orgasm. Harry comes back with a damp washcloth and cleans up the mess he made on you before gently moving to between your legs, taking such good care of you. He drops the cloth to the floor, not wanting to leave the bed again as he pulls the covers over your bodies, pulling you into his arms.

“How are you feeling?” you softly ask, pecking his toned chest.

“I’m good.”

Lifting your head you search for his eyes, wanting to make sure he didn’t regret any of it, but he seems calm and rested for a change. Smiling up at him you push yourself up a little so you can connect your lips before you snuggle back to his side and let yourself slowly drift off to sleep, listening to his steady heartbeat under your face.

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jae-canikeepyou · 4 years

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| tender heart | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: fluff + angst

a/n: i gotta be honest, i had troubles writing a softbf!jae so idk if i wrote this request correctly or if there’s enough angst :// though this is so long overdue but i hope this scenario fits your visualization my dear~ 😉 enjoy! ~j.

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the wave of annoyance began to completely wrap you. you pressed the bridge of your nose at the once subtle noise, later blowing up like fireworks at your apartment. the invitation wasn’t your choice, rather your boyfriend’s. he brought them over because they had their weekly boys’ night. it would be alright if they could lower the prolonged cheers over some video game they’ve been playing for an hour now.

finals were approaching and although you wanted to study or get some peace/quiet, your boyfriend’s turntable was consumed into the boys’ voices. you had to pass this exam because you retook it this semester and you were already having it under control, not today. twisting the pen between your fingers, you decided to put yourself to bed for a few short minutes to rest a bit, maybe clear your mind at least.

it hasn’t been a second that you took another soft pillow and covered your whole face to block out the loud screams. the door of your bedroom swung open. jaehyun noticed how tiredly you walked to the kitchen counter to grab a cup of coffee. no matter how messy you looked now; a tangled high bun with some strands meeting the nape of your neck, his t-shirt that reached your mid-thighs and the crooked glasses on your nose— he still loves you like he did when he first met you.

whilst immersed into the game, taeil nudged the rest of them in secret, telling to look what jaehyun was up to. “pst.” he jutted his lips as they pointed to the kitchen. even from a distance, jaehyun’s ears were prominent when they turned red. “he’s all lovey-dovey to her again.”

putting weight on one leg, you waited for the water to boil and rested against the counter. jaehyun’s warm palms sneaked around your waist, wrapping yourself to him for a hug where his chin rested just on your head.

“what are you doing?” he asked with a playful tone in each word.

“hm?” a spoon in mouth, you hummed in response to give him a hint of bitterness for his actions today. once you poured two packets of sugar, you turned to face but he had you in his stretched forearms. only the friction of the stirring sound of your mug was heard.

he stared into your eyes for a while before leaning in to kiss you. seeing his friends giggling at the corners of the living room, you became flustered and stopped him from being sweet. “c’mon baby. you locked yourself in your room all day. let me kiss you.” he whined, going forward to continue where he left off.

“ngmpf,” you placed the spoon in the gap between. “no.”

he let out a breathy chuckle at your response, kissing the spoon instead. “i guess an indirect kiss works just as fine.” jaehyun swooped you up, carrying you in a bridal style before sitting back on the sofa. your whines did nothing on him, he ignored you and went forth with his desires. cheeky grins and snickers grew quickly as you blushed so hard in front of the boys.

you knew this was in his nature; sweet, loving and caring. although you loved that about him to the point he softens your heart, sometimes it had gotten a little too much and you weren’t used to his public display affection especially when he does it all the time. there should be limits, but apparently ‘limits’ was a non-existent word in his dictionary.

his friends anticipated your participation for the next round. to them, your silence went for two ways: one was you’d join them, and two, refuse their offer and just watch.

and you chose the second option.

donghyuck began acting cute with his palms together. this gesture became contagious when mark and the rest of them followed, taking you a back and leaning against jaehyun.

“please y/n? one round only.” jungwoo sang in the tune of dreamgirls’ ‘one night only’.

“we won’t bother you afterward.” mark nodded.

then their eyes trailed to jaehyun who now was admiring you with a hearty look. he had you on his lap, hugging you like a child would do to a stuffed bear. he knew how much his friends like you, so when it came to persuasion, it was his job to make you surrender. “play with one game, baby.” he handed you the controller with a persistent plead, dimples sinking the more he smiled widely.

you held in your squeal and blushed more than before. and you finally gave in with pursed lips. “fine, one game and that’s it.”

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yuta was now in the kitchen with johnny and jaehyun. they prepared ingredient toppings for homemade pizza, takoyaki and fruit punch. he saw how you actually didn’t keep your word and went for three more rounds. he propped his chin against the counter, sending you hearts he wished you would notice.

“how are you able to endure it?” johnny asked the guy and jaehyun turned to his direction.

“endure what?” he asked for more emphasis into his question that both of his hyungs shared a look. it wasn’t the first time jaehyun saw their expressions in this manner.

“whenever y/n’s in ‘tsun-tsun’ mode.” yuta noted while mixing the takoyaki batter.

ah yes. tsundere; a nickname that yuta’s been calling you even before you dated jaehyun. two words combined where ‘tsun’ meant ‘blunt’ while ‘dere’ meant ‘lovey-dovey’. in fact, it was his idea to make you both meet as total opposites attract. he felt you were each other’s key to both of your locked-away hearts for relationships. so when he managed to set you both on a date for fun, you and jaehyun did clicked, and fell in love in the process.

of course, this was revealed later than imagined and to his surprise, you weren’t mad or anything.

jaehyun shrugged in complete silence, but a smile still evident and shown on his face. “if it’s y/n, it’s alright for me. she’s probably just not as affectionate or showy whenever there are people around. it’s different when it’s only the both of us alone.”

“how would you know if she cares for you when you’re in public? tsunderes like her are kinda hard to read.” yuta stated and it was definitely true. jaehyun would like it if you could be a little bit true to yourself on the outside, not just masking something you were not.

“it’s hard to explain.. but i know it well if she’s being herself.” he spread the sauce onto the new laid-out dough.

your throat thirsted for a drink after screaming at the younger boys for killing you instantly in three consecutive rounds. so headed to the kitchen to find yuta and johnny smiling with the same grins and snickers.

these two- they’re at it again.

“agh, i’m thirsty.” you fanned yourself and grabbed a cup to pour water into. a sigh escaped from your lips and wondered why you spent time into playing rather than studying for your finals. you weren’t supposed to delay or procrastinate what you scheduled today for, but seeing jaehyun and his friends on their free time had you feeling annoyed again. it wasn’t your time of month yet either so why were you so cranky when you thought you’ve calmed down?

jaehyun immediately switched from being serious to a boy in love. he took a piece of pepperoni and placed half of it into his mouth, leaning closer to yours. his pearly whites shown and he giggled wide before speaking. “eat this.” he said between breaths. your boyfriend looked funny and cute at the same time. you were so close to giving in before realizing the two guys behind him started to tease you with their eyes.

you took the piece with your hands and ate it. much to jaehyun’s dismay, his eyes changed and you didn’t notice it. “ey y/n, you’re supposed to get it with-”

“stop this!” you hissed coldly and covered half of your face from the sudden loud tone. you felt instant regret but your pissed personality had already outweighed that. “tsk you’re too much, can’t you see that yourself?” you walked away, your drink long forgotten.

your boyfriend sighed and pulled you on the arm. “so you’re saying it’s a problem that i’m being too attached?” he asked, his voice slightly higher but man that punched real hard.

“i’m saying you should at least know when and where to act this way! i thought we talked about this!” you managed to break free from his hold, but he wasn’t having any of your childish breakouts.

“shouldn’t you be asking yourself that, y/n?” he placed the glass bowl down with more strength on the counter, gaining the others’ attention and diverting their gaze onto you. “all i ever did was to be your boyfriend and myself but here you are, being someone i thought was slowly changing.”

you gulped and nearly choked on your own saliva at is words. in the months of dating him, never have you faced this side of him before. “changing? the heck i’m not. did you forget that i have finals next week? and if you claim you’re actually ‘being my boyfriend’, why did you invite them here when you have your own place to deal with your quality time?” you crossed your arms.

jaehyun felt the strings of his heart strum in a painful way. was this what yuta and johnny meant by ‘enduring’? well, his answer was incorrect, he couldn’t distinguish his girlfriend’s real self and the masked one right now. “i did tell you but you always put your anger over my feelings that it blinded you from seeing what’s in front! how about you act like my sweet girlfriend for once whenever the guys are here?!”

your heart sank at the realisation of how differently you behaved in comparison with jaehyun and with his friends around. you didn’t want to cry in front of them now that you felt the tears prickling and stinging your eyes. with heavy steps you set your pride down and head back to your room. jaehyun watched you rub your eyes with his tshirt and groaned at how far he went with his words. “oh, crap.” he whispered.

yuta and johnny pursed their lips and clasped their hands simultaneously. “sorry jae. we might have provoked- or make her shy-”

jaehyun shook his head, disagreeing with their claims. “you did nothing wrong. it made me realise how stupid i looked when i’m too affectionate with her. i didn’t even know i’m already making her uncomfortable. love is blind.”

they both had jaehyun between them for a group hug. “you’re still soft even when you’re mad at her. you love her so much haha!” they teased. “aren’t you going to her room? it looked like she was crying.”

“let her be. she’ll come out later.” jaehyun assured them, heading back to continue with the pizza making.

“how do you know that?”

“you’ll see.” he bursted into teasing giggles that his friends found him a little evil, but they understood where he was coming from.

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you woke up from crying too hard and your head spun in circles from the pain it had left. there was no point in going out now because your eyes were swollen and puffed up. jaehyun thought you were changing and that hit you the most because you really weren’t.

“stupid jaehyun.” you hugged your pillow and noticed how hideous you looked from the mirror’s reflection.

the aroma of pizza made its way out of the oven and entered your room. you haven’t had a meal since breakfast and it lured you to sneak a peek. however, you were shy to show yourself. there were few knocks onto your door, asking you to take a bite. you couldn’t face jaehyun and you’ve never seen him so crossed. in the end, you knew you had to apologise. he was the best thing you could ever ask for and there was nothing that could replace him.

carefully, you turned the knob without a sound. the guys were still immersed into the game, so walking in stealth mode wouldn’t make them notice your existence. you wore jaehyun’s sweater and put on the hood; soon tied a knot to cover your face. from the gaps of your door, you spotted jaehyun making the second- or third batch of pizza. you had to make sure you stood behind him.

jaehyun hummed a song he always liked to sing. he turned with two plates in his hands to place them in the oven, later realizing you stood before him and wrapped your arms around him. “what’s wrong, y/n?” he passed the plates to johnny and hugged you back. he could feel how you tightened your embrace, like you didn’t want him to escape.

“i’m sorry.” you mumbled into his chest to prevent the tears from falling and from guilt.

he winked at his friends for his accurate prediction and cleared his throat. “what did you say?” he held in his smile.

ah she’s in dere mode.. they thought the same.

“i’m sorry for what i did.” you whined while still hugging him and hopping slightly because you didn’t want to cry in front of his friends.

“i can’t hear you.” jaehyun singsonged and this irked you a bit.

“i said i’m sorr-” you finally looked up, only to be greeted with a kiss the forehead.

the rest of them could see how flustered you were; your arms not knowing what to do nor where to place them, and then they formed sweaterpaws at the sudden action, it looked like you panicked a lot too.

jaehyun let you go and his eyes softened that you began to blush and panic again. “what?”

“just thinking how pretty you are.” he pat your head in assurance that he forgave you.

you inhaled quite a long one before letting it all out at his comment. “y-you. st-stop tha-t.”

“stop what?” he hummed as he bent down to see you properly; red face and swollen eyes. heh, she did cry..

“stop smiling like that. you’re too handsome and it’s killing me.”

“wow, never thought i’d be embarrassed when you compliment me.” he purposely made his voice loud to tease you.

“i’m dissing you!” you butt back, grabbing a pizza slice from the counter.

the others covered their mouths from laughing.

and she’s back to tsun-tsun mode..

jaehyun made you sit on the stool by the counter, where you were levelled with his soft, chocolate brown eyes. “although you’re cute in this version of yourself, you don’t always have to put up a front. you’re with me, so be you. don’t mask who you actually are.”

you pursed your lips at his advice. well he wasn’t wrong. “fine. where should i start?” your cheeks began to turn red again.

whilst rubbing circles around your waist with his thumbs, he pondered for a moment and you saw how he lit up, already knew what to answer.

“try giving a little piece of the y/n who always has a tender heart. that’s the girl i fell for.”

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baegarrick · 4 years

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ZUKKA ADVICE COLUMNIST AU! EITHER sokka as the columnist with a large readership/listenership bc of his elaborate plans to address typical relationship/work problems & zuko asking questions about social situations/making new friends when you've had a troubled childhood & your best friend is your uncle. OR: zuko as the thoroughly unqualified advice columnist (THAT'S ROUGH BUDDY)

yes 👏🏻

idk if it was inspired by this post or not, but if you haven’t seen it you should

finally got this done I'm the slowest actually

as much as I love “thoroughly unqualified zuko” (he’s my favorite dummy), I’m kinda so here for a “sokka’s elaborate plans” au

I’m thinking a little “you’ve got mail” and that post mixed in

so: Sokka is an advice columnist in the college paper. (this is a college au now sorry)

Zuko is one of his roommates (with like, Aang and Haru or something)

Sokka’s column is one of those “ask auntie” anonymous columns, and the name he’s forced to pen under is.... Aunt Wu. Katara and Aang both know he writes for the paper in the column, bc Katara’s his sister and Aang is their oldest friend and he figured it out (the kid is smart), but most of their friends don’t know, mostly bc the paper wants to keep it as anonymous as possible, and also he really didn't plan on staying this long. it was supposed to be one of those easy jobs for a semester until he got an internship in the robotics department, but it’s three semesters and one robotics internship later and he still!! has a job!! (partially because they told him if he quit they would do something unspeakably horrible to him, and also bc he’s..... popular??)

it started out as just a job, but Sokka’s an overthinker. he’s bright as hell, and maybe it’s his engineering brain, but he sometimes misses the obvious sometimes. Half his plans for “how do I deal with this guy who I’m dating who says either the fish goes or he does?” start out “dump him!!!” and then end with “.... actually wait, first of all it’s really shitty he wants you to get rid of a fish??? its a FISH???? it doesn’t even do anything????” and then three paragraphs of both a personal experience (sokka surprisingly has a lot of personal stories that Relate) and an elaborate plan for dumping this guy and then signing him up for like 12 free fish magazines.

He gets really popular, and while some of the questions he gets are weird and kinda over the top (”aunt wu, I’m blind but want to join the wrestling team, how do i tell my parents I’m both gay and stronger than them?”) some are just kinda sad (”aunt wu, my uncle is my best friend, how do I make friends?”). They’re all asked anonymously, sometimes with funny names attached. The latter is from a guy calling himself, “Blue Spirit.”

Anyway. Three semesters into writing this column, he lives with Aang, Zuko, and Haru. He picked Aang, the other two just came with the place (Suki, Katara, Yue, and Toph said “under absolutely no circumstances will we be splitting up so good LUCK boys we’re out.”)

He starts getting questions like, “How do I break the ice with my roommates?”, from the “Blue Spirit” guy, which prompts Sokka to get his roommates involved. He’s not against crowdsourcing. (only aang knows about the job, he tells the others its for school.) Sokka doesn’t really know Haru and Zuko, but like, this is a great way to get to know them, right?

Haru’s chill off the bat, but Zuko’s awkward and fumbling, and a little shy (though Sokka has heard him getting in a shouting match with the TV on more than one occasion), but after they get into it, throwing out ideas, Sokka thinks, you know, this was a good way to make friends with roommates. (he doesn’t write that, exactly, he’s got a reputation to uphold, but he includes “tricking them into hanging out with you by asking about a homework assignment” in the article) Zuko’s in the living room a lot more often after that, and even asked for Sokka’s help on a physics assignment once (ya know, bc Sokka’s super smart), so he thinks the method is tried and true.

A couple weeks of other mundane questions, he gets one that makes him pause. “What do I do if I have a crush on my roommate?” (Blue Spirit). and he thinks, “oh no, the ice breaker worked TOO WELL.” (but, of course, he doesn’t know what to do about this. He’s never had a crush on a roommate before. Aang’s like his little brother, Jet was a creep, and Hahn was the WORST. So he outsources again.)

[”Hey Aang,” Sokka says, hanging half upside down off the couch, “would you date your roommate?”

“Sorry Sokka, I’m flattered, but you know that Katara has captured my heart-- hey!” Sokka throws the remote at him.

“Not me! Just like, in general. Would you date someone you’re living with?”

“Oh, is this advice for your...... thing?” His eyes twinkle, “Or.... do you have a crush on someone I should know about????” (Aang is wildly unhelpful. He says he would date his roommate, no questions asked, but Sokka thinks he’s just thinking about Katara.)

He asks Zuko, next, the first person to come through the door.

“Would you date your roommate, Zuko?” Sokka asks. Zuko looks like he’s a deer caught in the headlights. “I’m asking for a friend,” Sokka says, whenever they ask. This was what had gotten him in trouble with Aang, but so far no one else had noticed Aunt Wu answering the same questions in the paper a week later.

Zuko relaxes, but he doesn’t look much better. “Uhhhh.”

“I mean, not like, us,” Sokka said, “I don’t know if you’re into dudes--”

“Definitely into dudes,” Zuko rushes to say, his cheeks pink all over again, and it’s cute. Sokka can see why dating him might be appealing. Oh no. That’s a thought for later. “Definitely gay.” And then, “I mean.... would you?”

“I don’t know,” Sokka says thoughtfully, looking Zuko over. Before he can think over it, Haru comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered.

Haru just shrugs. “I mean, isn’t your spouse just like your permanent roommate? It’s just like making a commitment really really early.”]

He publishes this in the paper: “What do you want to do about it?”

When he’s typing it up, he thinks about it. There are really two options for having a crush on your roommate. One, you can tell them you like them, or two, suffer in silence. He thinks about it. If he had a crush on someone-- his thoughts wandering to Zuko far more often than he likes-- he would probably do something about it. That’s what he did with Yue, that’s what Suki did with him. He details an elaborate plan with anecdotes about what he did with Yue, leaving out the part that they broke up. Giving her gifts, making her laugh, showing up at her workplace just to hang out for a little while. He details a 12-step plan that involves defeating your rival in hand-to-hand combat.

Of course, none of that would work with Zuko. They once got into an argument over how loud the TV was when neither of them were watching it, so he definitely wouldn’t want Sokka fighting his battles for him.

And then, oh no.

(He publishes the article. He tries not to feel like a hypocrite when he doesn’t immediately ask Zuko out, thinking about what Haru says. It’s a lot of commitment for an early relationship. He’s always the responsible one. For once in his life, he doesn’t go after what he wants.)

A couple months of this, living with these dudes, one of whim he now has a crush on!! thanks ANONYMOUS BLUE SPIRIT, the girl running the horoscopes segment of the paper quits and leaves that segment without an author. cue Sokka, reluctant horoscope writer. (He doesn’t even believe in this stuff!! but does he really believe half the stuff he writes in Aunt Wu?)

He half-asses it the first week. He looks up some bullshit guide to what everything means, listens to Toph describe what she thinks they mean over drinks at the tea place, and then sends it off to be published. He finds Zuko sulking in the living room two days later.

[”My horoscope said I’m going to make everyone around me miserable this week!” Zuko falls back on the couch, dramatically, like it’s a fainting sofa. “With my physics exam next week, I know it’s because I’m going to fail and drag you all down with me!”

“Oh,” Sokka says, stopping in the doorway. “You read those? ...and believe them?”

“Yes?” Zuko says, face a flushed red.

“Oh,” Sokka says, mind going a million miles per hour. “I have to, uh, go do my homework now.”]

The next week, Scorpio gets a nice horoscope about how everything is going to go right in the world and all that other sappy bullshit. Zuko looks better before his exam, and he’s happier. Sokka keeps that in mind whenever he seems Zuko looking a little down.

It’s not until the week before Winter Break that Sokka is forced to confront his feelings, in the dumbest of ways. His laptop breaks, and he asks Zuko to borrow his so he can finish the second-to-final Aunt Wu column. Zuko tosses his laptop over without thinking, from the other side of the couch, and he goes to open a document when he sees one already open.

It’s an early draft of a letter addressed to Aunt Wu, and it’s signed off with, “Blue Spirit.” He looks over at Zuko, who seems to realize what he left open at the same time, and suddenly--

[Zuko pounces, practically leaping into Sokka’s lap to slam the laptop shut. Sokka looks down at him, surprised. The only thing he can think of saying is, “You’re the Blue Spirit?”

Zuko looks more like he’s ready to die than ever, cheeks a furious red, “You read Aunt Wu?”

“Of course not,” Sokka says without thinking. “I write it.”

“Oh,” Zuko says, “that’s so much worse.”

Finally the implication catches up to Sokka, and this time, he feels his face heat, Zuko still sprawled across his lap. “You.... have a crush on your roommate?” Zuko doesn’t say anything. For once, Sokka’s mouth works properly. “Dude, I really hope your crush is on me because otherwise this is gonna be really awkward.”

“Wha--” Zuko tries to say, but Sokka’s leaning down to kiss him. When he pulls back, Zuko looks a little starstruck. “Oh. Yeah. It was definitely on you.”]

(Sokka doesn’t tell him about the horoscopes. He’ll tell him when he graduates, but for now, he likes making Zuko smile.)

#zukka #zukka au

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kinkymagnus · 3 years

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Idk if you’ve talked about this before but?? How do you imagine twi!Malec’s first “i love you”s to go? I kinda feel like, while canon Malec had this big revelation because it was life or death, twi!Malec would have a more… quiet moment of it?? No less huge to either of them but just, less the result of being constantly under threat u kno skdhakdh it’s a scenario I love to think about. Like, how long have they been dating, does Alec Know yet, what lead up to the moment, where are they (does it end with Alec ravishing Magnus yes it does) etc etc etc it’s fun to think about 😌

i don't think i HAVE talked about this actually!!

honestly im not sure, like, you're right in the sense this is not going to be a "right after i thought you got murdered in the Mass Slaughter i hugged you and declared my love for you" revelation, and i like the idea that it's just quiet and a normal moment, like obviously it's still momentous for them personally but like.... god just like.... they're lying in bed and alec just looks down at magnus, lying there with the sunlight streaming in over him, golden eyes looking up at him with such fondness, and he just can't help but breathe out i love you

and then hes like wait (registering what he just said) and magnus is like ??!!!! and alec refuses to backtrack but he is a little panik bc he DID just confess love to his boyf--and then magnus says (quiet but sincere and with such awe and almost like he can't believe how lucky he is) i love you, too.

like it just being this.... not really a Huge Special Revelation, just a quiet morning in, just them being intimate and soft and alec just looking down at him and thinking i love you so much and he, being a himbo with no filter when it comes to magnus and compliments, just blurts that out...............Sweet

and then, ofc, alec ravishes him. like just. they're both beaming at each other like idiots and alec kisses him and it just kinda escalates from there. cue lovemaking with lots of i love yous and soft kisses....

i think it would likely be post reveal, and honestly i'm not going to even bother with a timeline because im bad at them and the canon one sucks anyway so i can't go off that. but i do think they've been dating for a while (but maybe a little shorter than an i love you would normally come, because these bitches fall fast and hard) and alec has known for a while.

personally i also like the theory that like. twi magnus is not very subtle with his magic, so alec kinda.... figures out something's up almost right away. but he just rolls with it. like, canon magnus lost control of his magic bc alec kissed him and was taking his clothes off, you think twi magnus who has only just gotten his magic back after who knows how long being totally dormant, who's just coming out of his box on multiple levels and letting the world have color again, you think that magnus has got a tight control on his magic?

i like to think it's just like. overly responsive and instinctual now, with much less tight control, so like, he's thinking about how he wants to read a book and it flies into his hands, or he's absent-mindedly humming and his pens are floating and dancing on the desk, or alec kisses him and the lights flicker or a lamp begins to float. naturally, alec notices when the candles light themselves and things float into magnus's hands while he's not paying attention, and is kinda like. huh. i guess my boyfriend has superpowers. neat

and then when magnus, scared but determined, shakily confesses everything to him one night, alec's just like. [tenderly cupping his face and/or taking his hands] magnus, sweetheart, i am so so honored that you trust me with this and i need you to know that it changes nothing about how i feel for you, and that i'm not leaving you. but also. sweetheart, darling, dearest. did you really think i didn't notice that the houseplants water themselves and you make things float and remember the first time we had sex and there was a spontaneous thunderstorm outside and your beautiful golden cat eyes were out? sweetheart,

(magnus, choked up and half between panic/disbelief and just like so much relief/love: b-beautiful?)

on the other hand, despite my love of both of these being more quiet small moments rather than dramatic revelations, i DO ALSO like dramatic reveal/dramatic love confession, like. alec walking in on magnus doing something blatantly super magical after a long series of shenanigans designed to hide his magic (they presumably haven't had sex yet bc that shit would be way too obvious) and magnus is like "I CAN EXPLAIN"

or like. drama vague angst misunderstandings they have an argument of some sort and one of blurts it out, etc. like i do LIKE the dramatic reveals/confessions but i dont know how it would go because nothing seems to quite live up to the hype if that makes sense? that i can come up with anyway.

either way........................twi malec saying i love you for the first time 🥺

i just love like. specifically twi malec like. twi magnus, who's spent so long making himself small and invisible to stay safe, who's been isolated and lonely, who's now much more shy and hesitant and scared of letting people in and being vulnerable, and twi alec, confident and loud and open and shamelessly head over heels for magnus immediately. like he really took one look at twi magnus, short neat hair and much plainer than we're used to and just. him being cute af. and went "is anyone going to love this man" and didn't wait for an answer. actually what's funnier is before he actually knew magnus he was 100 percent just like oh im going to eat him ALIVE like he literally is just like. oh he looks kinda shy but sexy, i'm gonna fuck him so good, i cannot WAIT to get this quiet pretty man to scream and beg :) im gonna give him such a good time

and it's like that dynamic they start with, with magnus just beginning to come out of his shell and heal for unrelated reasons and then alec just.... helping? with that? he's so open and confident but like. he's also soft and understanding and gentle, he doesn't push magnus too hard but he does help coax him out of his shell, does slip through those emotional walls and just. help him heal, help him feel safe and confident in himself again, help him dress how he wants again, help him be open and enjoy sex and relationships again, etc. obviously he's not completely dependent on alec, but alec came at such a good time and he's just like. exactly what magnus needs in a relationship, you know? and vice versa, too, like maybe magnus helps alec give himself more private space, let himself take breaks and just relax more, as well as be vulnerable and not just the cool party boy all the time. they really help each other out, it's a great balance and they're so supportive and good for each other

#twi malec #this is a disorganized mess but ohwell

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sotellmemoreaboutthat · 4 years

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Sooo, here are my babies! Some of them have more personality than others, but I love them all the same!! Also, they are in order of creation.

Name: Eliza, Lizz for short, Lizzie for friends

Department: Pure & Applied Sciences

LI: Raquel

Lizz is my main account, she is also the one that is probably the closest to my personality, she tries her best to be nice to everyone, but know how to impose herself when she feels something is not fair. She speaks fluent spanish since her family from her mother side is Mexican. She used to do cheerleading during middle school, but had to give up on it after a bad knee injury, so going to high school she choose to focus on her grades and she found a passion for math and physics, and seeing that she had potential, she thought it would be worth it to at least try to get a scholarship at the most prestigious school in the country, and that’s how she got into Arlington. She gets a bit nervous around Raquel, but flirts back as much as she can, slowly getting more confused whether is actually flirting or not.

Name: Matthias, Matt for short

Department: Fashion

LI: Tadashi

Matt was created while I was really into the Mean Girls musical, so I decided I would make them have a crush on Tadashi while being friends with Karolina. They are probably one of my characters with the best relationship with Karolina, they are genuinely worried with her and they are a little bit relieved that she doesn’t is that angry with them about their crush on Tadashi. They don’t have the best relationship with their parents and since they were able to get into Arlington but choose the Fashion department instead of the Business or Health, but they try their best to be proud of their kids. Arlington is somewhere they can be themselves, designing and creating pieces that they are passionate about. They are slowing getting out of their comfort zone and becoming friends with more people.

Name: Harry

Department: Performing Arts

LI: Tegan

Harry was created to be a counterpoint to Tegan, so I thought that the opposite of a introvert nerd was a extrovert arts kid (keep in mind, no i didn’t knew Tyler’s personality or department yet). Anyway, he is the kind of person that is effortlessly good at what he does if he sets his goal into doing something, but he is so nice that no one gets angry at him for it. Dancing is his passion, but he also knows how to play drums and sometimes helps the other performing arts students (like Shawn, my other Performing Arts oc) with their compositions. He is the tallest out of all the ocs, but he is still shorter than Tegan, but is not a huge difference (Idk how inches and foot work and I won’t even try at this point).

Name: Charlie

Department: Business Commerce & Politics

LI: Claire

Charlie came from my realization that I would actually be at the Business department and not the Science one based on what I want to do when I graduate. They are professional and reliable, but are not that great on social skills, they’re rather shy and were really grateful when they were invited by Claire to hang out with her and Raquel and it definitely helped for their crush slowly grow, they don’t really know how to deal with those feelings tho, they are just going with it and hoping for the best. After a rocky start their relationship, Tadashi and them got into a point where they are kind of friends, but really formal friends and until the whole Nakano scandal they weren’t really vulnerable to each other.

Name: Janet

Department: Fine Arts

LI: Neha

Janet was another person that was created as a counter to her LI, Neha is very organized and Janet is very chaotic and messy. She is from a small town and the Academy is very different from everything she knows, so she was really impressed at first by the diversity, she was not used to it, but she feels blessed she gets to have this opportunity to meet so many different people. She usually jokes about how the arts department is full of nice and fancy materials and she was used to make it work with cheap materials back at home. She usually have some trace of paint on her face or clothes (but she is trying to keep it clean because the uniform is way too expensive to have paint on) and her hands are always with some colorful pen marks. She is described as talented by people around her, but she’s been drawing since she was a small child and works really hard to get on the level of people are Arlington. She is a little bit scared of Karol, but she is always nice to her and is genuinely concerned about both her health and how her situation affect Neha. I don’t know when, I don’t know how, but someday Janet will give Neha an original design for a print.

Name: Krystian

Department: Athletics

LI: Alistair

Krys was created when I realized I really liked Al and that I wanted someone who could like, work out and be athletic with him (is this what athletic ppl do? idk, can’t relate). He is a short king, probably the shortest among my ocs, he plays volleyball as a libero (and yeah i decided that literally this week bcuz i rewatched haikyuu and it inspired me). Alistair makes him feel all kinds of things and he is so sweet and nice, I can imagine him and Lizz complaining together about how hot ppl from Athletics are. He doesn’t really like Karolina, he thinks she is rude and prejudiced and it took a little while form him and BIanchi (the other Athletics oc) because of that, he ends up warming up to her after the Nakano Scandal because she seems very genuine about her feelings for Tadashi and he can respect that.

Name: Angel

Department: Fashion

LI: Axel

(So... Here is when I start getting out of ideas and they may have less personality, sorry)

When I was thinking about Angel I was just like, pretty and fun, a little bit edgy. He is pretty in a kinda unconventional way, too feminine for most of the male models demand but he choose to remain authentic to himself (And also he will never be able to have a six pack and he accepted it). He probably heard about Axel before (I mean, he is a sensation, isn’t he?), but didn’t actively look for him, he consider himself a more indie kind of guy. In the process of falling for Axel he did question himself if he was not falling in love out of interest, but he soon got over it, because he couldn’t avoid the feelings that were growing.

Name: Bianchi

Department: Athletics

LI: Karolina

Bianchi was created using “jock” as the first thing that came to my mind about her. After a little research I figured Bianchi is actually a surname, not a first name, so I decided she doesn’t vibe with her first name and she decided she would like it better to be called by her last name. She is kinda cocky, she knows at what she is good at and is very confident. She works with Karolina because she won’t let her put her down without fighting back and she knows what she has to offer, Karol would eventually see her as a equal and Bianchi is very weak for pretty girls, she would probably also flirt a lot with Karol, just to piss her off a little bit. She hopes to become a professional swimmer, but she also does weightlifting as a hobby.

Name: Yuri

Department: Health Sciences & Biology

LI: Ellie

Yuri was created because I needed someone who was around the conversation about Arlignator to be into the Health Department to actually do the Arlignator and undertsand the reference. It’s hard for me to relate to her because I would never in my life go for a health area, so it’s hard for me to develop her. But, I did develop her family (cuz u know, i needed to be able to talk about her in someway amirught), so her father have a Japanese heritage and her mother have a Chinese one, her dad is not that in touch with his heritage because he was raised by his single white mother, and her mother’s family on the other side is very connected with the Chinese culture, and that’s why despite the Japanese name, Yuri speaks fluent Mandarin. Ellie is someone who takes her a little out of her comfort zone, and that works for her because she always wanted to be a little adventurous but never had any stimulation for it, and now she have it (with a little crush as a bonus).

Name: Shawn

Department: Performing Arts

LI: Tyler

Shawn was heavily influenced by AJR, which is a band I listened a lot when I started to play SE. He is a songwriter and a composer (no, i don’t know the difference, I’m sorry ppl who know music I’ve failed y’all) and he wants to make music that are more than love and sex and still have a kinda pop feeling about it. He is the most confident after Bianchi out of my ocs and he is very restless. Him a Tyler hit it off from the beginning since they have a similar sense of humor and sometimes he feels like he understands a little better all the love songs out there, and even promising himself he wouldn’t sing about love (a la Hayley Williams, but maybe one or two actually are actually created.

#sweet elite #se axel #se alistair #se tyler #se karolina #se claire #se raquel #se tadashi #se tegan #se neha #se ellie #this is the second time im writing this cuz I lost it the first time #i could go on about these children for hours #se scholar #i actually found the part i had already written but i was almost done rewriting so we're ignoring it #sorry about any mistakes english is not my first language

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skznct127treacting · 5 years

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Stray Kids reacts to going to Disneyland with their s/o

Hello guys this request was submitted by .. meeee. Honestly this is the second most indulgent thing I’ve ever done on this blog and that's including the first which was me comparing Stray Kids to Disney princes but hey let a girl live!! ~

this took ages to do so I’m not sure whether to do moodboards again? do you guys prefer it to gifs pls let me know <3333

Chan ━━━━━━━☆

Is insistent on you meeting the characters after you confessed its something you would like to do but feared it would be too babyish for you to do. Of course in Chan’s world, the idea of something being “too babyish” for you is literally non-existent because look at you.. You’re his fricken baby. He’d buy you a customised autograph book and mickey pen and would take pictures of you with all of your favourite characters which you can damn well bet are going to become his phone wallpaper. “Y/N look! It’s Stitch!! Do you want to go and meet Stitch?~” “...I don’t know..” “Come on we’re going!” He’d laugh grabbing your hand and dragging you around, until eventually it became you being the one squeaking and getting excited.. Which lets face it you always were.. But you just needed your boyfriend to show you not to be nervous and shy ♡♡

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Woojin ━━━━━━━☆

He wants you to have the best day ever so he’s super organized!! He’s planned out all of the meets, and the parades and the fireworks and somehow manages to get you right to the front for all of them. Also did I mention he’s going to absolutely spoil the living heck out of you!! Everything you so much as glance at he’s going to buy.. “Y/N, honey look!!” “Woojin..” “You want Simba don’t you Y/N… don’t you~” He’d say attacking you with the soft toy in the shop as he placed it under your arm to snuggle, until he found the next thing that you totally just had to have.

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At first he’s acting like he’s too cool to be there, but still trying to enjoy it for your sake. Heck he even bought cute Mickey ears to match your Minnie ones and has taken hundreds of pictures with you with them on, which has to you know, have earned him 10 points on the good bf chart or smthn. But halfway through the day he really starts to get into it, he’s bobbing along to the music down main street and somehow he’s bought himself a lanyard and now he’s pin-trading with everybody and honestly he’s kind of out of control but he’s living his best life .. ? Also can totally see him being really competitive on Buzz Lightyear laser blast. “Babe it’s just a game??” “Can’t talk now Y/N... Too busy beating scores and breaking hearts!”

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Hyunjin ━━━━━━━☆

Like Disney.. But make it “ c l a s s y. “ he wanted to make your disney trip the best, and besides, what better place to prove to you that he can be your prince than Disneyland!! Your day kind of has a duality to it, because at some points you’re on the rides and Hyunjin is being so extra? Like the drop is tiny but he expects it to be big and so his drama queen side is living! And you just know that he has to buy every single ride picture, even through all of your protests “Hyunjin nooo !! You cannot buy that !! Look at our faces !!” and he just smirks and winks while pulling his card out. But then at the same time you go to the classiest restaurant at night time and have the most romantic meal and he’s just staring at you like “:O I’m so lucky” and you’re staring at him like “:O I’m so lucky” and it’s wholesome :’)

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Changbin ━━━━━━━☆

This boy is so addicted to glancing up at you and seeing your excited happy little face and then just melting because he love love love loveeees when you’re happy. Being at Disney has well and truly activated babychangbin, even from seeing the castle his reaction is soo cute and he’s kind of overwhelmed by how magical everything is because he didn’t expect to enjoy it this much, but 2 hours in.. here he is, with his mickey ears on and 5 shopping bags filled with gifts that he had to buy for you and himself and all of his members bc Binnie is thoughtful and precious okay?!! And idk why but I feel like he ends up enjoying Phantom Manor because of its spooki vibes and because that’s his jam, and he just keeps dragging you on it again and again and again because he’s secretly 5 shhh.

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Han ━━━━━━━☆

Is happy enough to just hold your hand and let you drag him round the whole park, which of course you do. The two of you are the queens of snaccs and buy so many, like have you seen Han?? Have you seen how excited he gets about cake and confectionery? Well boi combine that excitement with it being Mickey shaped and you have got yourself one hella adorable and bouncy squirrel. HE has no shame, with going on all of the smol rides because he dosen’t like the big scary rides, but hey maybe you can tempt him with a Mickey waffle and a lot of whining and pouting heh.

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Felix ━━━━━━━☆

Okay so I have this VISUAL in my mind and it’s like the two of you, and it’s winter okay.. bear with me.. And you both look so fricken cute in your big winter coats and hats and scarves and it’s really really cold so Felix bought you both a hot chocolate to share and you’re kind of messy with it but he keeps giggling and wiping it off your mouth, while trying to take pictures of you bc you look so cute right now he’s going to scream :o and when the fireworks start you huddle together for warmth and you both get a bit teary because it’s such a beautiful show and you’re both so happy and in love and he just looks at you and he gives you the biggest smile and all he says is “Y/N.. I’m so so so happy right now!” and your heart just bu r s ts with love.

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I don’t know why.. But I just have this image of you two on the Alice in Wonderland Teacups .. and Seungmin has the plate to turn it round and you’re like “seungmin. no” and he’s like “seungmin. yes” bc this boi loves his thrills! He wants to go on all of the big rides and rollercoasters and secretly hopes you’ll get scared so he can protect you and hold your hand :) he’s so giddy and bouncy the whole time, oh and I also have this vision where you both “look” the part like you’re that couple who have like mickey sweaters on, mickeys vans, mickey shaped backpacks eee I love-

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Okay so he is totally in his element right now? The both of you have snatched everybody’s uwus, the morning started off with the two of you having a character breakfast with the two of you having the cutest interactions with your favourite characters and I can just see him and his s/o going on peter pan’s flight together with their lil ears on just being the purest, cutest couple you ever did see! >.< I feel like honestly you’d just take it at your own pace walking around, enjoying the magic and each other’s company while all the other members follow you and stalk you bc lets face it their all fangirls of your relationship T.T

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#stray kids reaction #stray kids mtl #stray kids ships #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #kpop reactions #stray kids reactons #kpop imagines #bang chan #woojin #hyunjin #changbin #felix #jeongin #jisung #han #seungmin #lee know #minho

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buckgasms · 6 years

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Request - A Buzzing Relationship

Anonymous said:

Hey could you maybe write a Bucky x shy reader smut where the reader usually doesn't dress revealingly but decides to one day to tease Bucky. However Dom Bucky sees this as a challenge and teases her by constantly trying to make the reader all hot and bothered before then stopping his advances when they get past kissing. But after a while he stops being so self restrained and they have very kinky sex. Idk if you want such a detailed request but I adore your writing so much xxx ☺

Anonymous said:

hi would you do a Bucky reader where he finds your vibrator and then teases her about it and then uses it on her??

Hey beautiful followers! I have been a bit cheeky and combined these two requests, but they just sparked a lot of.....thoughts when I read them together. I hope you guys enjoy and I will hopefully be updating soon!

Also I just wanted to say that all the little messages, requests and reblogs really have made me smile recently, especially when I’v had a bad day so thank you all so much for being so kind and being so patient with my slow ass! xxx

If you would like to be tagged or make a request just let me know bb :)

Warnings: I mean...if the requests aren’t dirty enough for you, you might wanna look away now, or get yaself somewhere private

Taking a deep breath you quickly smoothed your hands over your ass, making sure the short skirt you were wearing wasn’t showing off too much. Paired with the sheer shirt you had on, you were feeling slightly exposed. This wasn’t your usual choice of outfit, but today you had big plans for your man.

Bucky was scribbling notes in a journal when you walked into the meeting room he was sat in, with some of the other Avengers. He didn’t see you come in and looked up suddenly when he heard Natasha wolf-whistle at you. You rolled your eyes and her, before locking eyes with Bucky, and noticed with some glee, his jaw clench and his hand instinctively grip tighter on the pen he was holding, the metal plates of his arm whirring in the quiet space between you.

“Mind if I sit here?” you grinned, gesturing at the seat next to him and he nodded, pulling the seat out for you, perhaps a little too roughly in his haste to get you next to him. When you sat down he leaned in close, and whispered in your ear. “You look very pretty baby…that’s a nice bra”. He eyed you up once more before planting a kiss to your cheek. You felt heat spread all over you, from your cheeks to a slight rush to your core, which was only fuelled by his hand gently gripping onto your thigh under the desk.

Bucky and you had been dating for a while, but more importantly you had established a very slow moving Dom/sub relationship with him that was still in the early stages. Your love for each other had ensured complete trust, and he had never pushed you too far (although sometimes you wished he might push a little bit more). You had recently discovered what happened if you teased Bucky and you had rather enjoyed the being laid out over his lap as he spanked you, so you were excited to see where today might lead.

As Steve began the meeting about some mission or another, you focused on your own mini-mission under the table. Slowly you moved your arm under the table until your hand was resting on Bucky’s thigh, and you gently squeezed at his thick muscle, making him shift slightly in his seat. As Steve turned to point at the screen, Bucky gripped your thigh tighter and pulled you towards him. He leaned back over to you and growled in your ear. “That’s a rocky road princess…don’t think this ain’t gonna sting later.”

You squirmed in your chair, but forced yourself to stare right into his eyes as your hand made contact with his crotch, a flicker of pride as you felt a definite stiffness there. Encouraged by his reaction you leaned in even closer, squeezing gently and moaning just a little. Bucky smirked.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya”.

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As Bucky made his way to your bedroom, he couldn’t help rethink about the morning’s events. He knew you would try something like this eventually, he was actually quite proud you had managed to last this long. But Bucky was a cautious Dom. He didn’t want to ever push you around, so he would have to take it slow with you until he was satisfied you were ready for all the kinky things he had in mind for you.

Walking in, in that outfit was pretty ballsy, and he knew it wasn’t an outfit you would have picked normally. He normally found you wrapped up in cosy jumpers, fluffy socks and leggings. Not that he minded that, but he definitely appreciated your actions this morning. Maybe you were ready after all?

He let himself in to your room. You had borrowed/stolen one of his favourite sweaters and he was on a mission to retrieve it. He headed over to your big chest of drawers, admiring the photos of the two of you together that you had framed. He fiddled with your little kitten-ear headband and thought that you were just perfect in every way. Even when you misbehaved.

Opening the top drawer he rummaged through until he found what he was looking for, a small smirk on his lips. As he pulled the jumper out, he heard a clunk as something hit the bottom of the drawer. Reaching in his hands wrapped around a hard plastic object. As he pulled it out into the light, his smirk spread into a wider grin.

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When Bucky returned to the dinner table he was wearing your (his) favourite sweater and a strange grin on his face. You decided to ignore it when he came up behind you, stroking your hair and planting a kiss on your lips.

“Nice sweater” you chuckle as he takes a seat next to you, his hand taking its usual spot on your thigh. His grins a little too wide for your lame joke, but you are suddenly engaged in conversation with Wanda, so you guess it would have to wait.

By the time dessert was served you were positive something was up with Bucky. You were doing your best to maintain a conversation with the rest of the gang, but the fingers creeping under your skirt, it was proving a challenge.

After a lull in conversation you focused your attention on the man in question. His fingers didn’t stop their movements as he pushed your panties aside.

“Now who’s misbehaving sir?” you whispered, just for him to hear

“I think you should excuse yourself now Kitten…we need to discuss you behaviour from this morning.”

You blushed and did as you were told, making your excuses to the group and heading off to ‘bed’.

Once you returned to your room your eyes were immediately drawn to your bed. Crisply made but with one addition. Your vibrator. Sitting there in all it’s glory.

Suddenly things were starting to make sense.

The door behind you shut with a click and you spun to see Bucky grinning like a wolf at you. “You always act so shy baby… but you’re a dirty little kitten aren’t you?” You couldn’t think of any words as he cupped your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks softly. His softness and dirty talk was always something you couldn’t resist, and you leaned forward, stealing a kiss from him.

He returned the kiss, and walked you backwards until your legs hit the mattress. He unzipped your skirt, and it fell to the floor as you walked back. You broke the kiss and looked up at him. “What am I going to do with you kitten? Hmm, being such a bad girl…” You felt your heart pound in your chest, but you knew what you wanted.

“Maybe you should…punish me sir?” you whispered

He grinned at you then pushed you abruptly so you fell with a shriek onto the bed. You recovered quickly and managed to prop yourself up on your elbows. He motioned at your shirt and you quickly removed it, as he began to take his own shirt off.

As you lay there, waiting for his instruction he started to crawl over you, his larger frame covering your body, his thigh planting firmly against your core, only a thin slip of lace covering you. As he kissed you, you couldn’t help but grind against him, a low moan slipping passed your lips.

Bucky chuckled. “I was thinking Princess…since you like teasing so much…maybe that should be your punishment tonight?” He sat up a little, looking down at your swollen lips, huffing as you waited for his decision. He held up your vibrator and waved it at you, “and since you’ve been hiding this like a dirty girl, it seems to make sense…what do you think baby?”

You were so turned on, you weren’t quite sure you knew how to answer other than to nod your head. Your body relaxed, opening yourself up to him, letting him remove your bra. He guided your hands up to the headboard. “Don’t let go, or I’ll make it harder for you baby” he warned and you gripped tight, hoping you weren’t going to find out what that meant.

With a swift rip he tore your panties apart, leaving you completely exposed. You fought the urge to cover yourself, but remembering Bucky’s warning, not to mention the way his eyes raked over you, made you keep still.

“Good girl” he growled, as his hands traced all over your soft skin. You felt hot all over, your pussy already soaked and he had barely started with you. You watched as he flicked on the vibrator, the low buzzing sound filling the room. He hovered over your thigh, dragging the head across your skin. He travelled across your stomach, making you wriggle a little. When he pressed the vibrator to you breast you couldn’t stop your moan.

“Enjoying yourself kitten? You like that?”

You moaned a yes in response as he travelled back down to your throbbing pussy. As soon as it made contact with your clit your legs clamped shut, or at least they tried, but Bucky pried them apart. Your grip on the headboard made your knuckles white as he upped the pressure and flicked through some of the different settings, just to test your reaction.

When the vibrator hit it’s fastest setting you squealed in pleasure. He wiggled it against you and you felt yourself coming close to the edge.

“Bucky?” You whined as he pressed harder, moved faster. His hand pressed your stomach down firmly, keeping you as still as possible. “Can I come please? Pretty please?” you moaned and he looked up at you.

“Not yet baby”

And with that he removed the vibrator.

Uh oh.

———————-

Almost an hour later you were a shivering, sweaty mess. You had been brought to the edge more times than you could count but Bucky had never let you, not once. Not even when he combined his fingers with the vibrator, brushing your g-spot mercilessly. Not even when he used his mouth to suck on your clit as the vibrator travelled over your entrance, over your nipples and certainly not when he adjusted to have you sucking on his cock while he tortured you. Several times you had accidentally let go of the headboard, to grab at Bucky’s arm, which had just extended your punishment.

Eventually he realised he couldn’t keep you still so you were now perched in his lap, his arm wrapped around your thigh, keeping you open to him. You were clinging to his arm, holding on for dear life, eyes glassy as he continued to play with you.

He turned to look at you, his possessiveness making him cling to you tighter. He leaned over and kissed you, hard, biting and bruising. You mumbled and moaned as you felt your climax draw closer for the millionth time.

“Have you learnt your lesson now baby? You gonna be a good girl from now on?” he whispered as he peppered kisses over your cheek. As he waited for your answer he dragged his teeth across your throat.

“Yes sir…please, please…I’ll be a good girl, I promise”

He gave you another, softer kiss and pushed you back slowly. You fell back on the bed, your legs wide, the vibrator still pressed against your clit, thrumming slowly against you. You sobbed with desire as his cock pressed against your sensitive folds.

“Please daddy, please?” you begged. With your eyes squeezed shut you missed the look of pride and arousal on his face, and he pushed his cock all the way inside. You moaned loudly, clawing at his chest as he growled at you. He managed to stay still for a moment, to relish the feel of you already fluttering around him.

He took the opportunity to cover your neck and chest in bites, kisses and hickies. All you could do was cling to him as he began pounding into you. Every stroke of his cock brushed your most sensitive spot and his pace was relentless. You could no longer control your voice, constantly begging him for release, not sure you could hold on for much longer.

Looking at your beautiful face, he could barely contain himself. He figured you had probably learnt your lesson by now…but even if you hadn’t he could just do this again right? “Come for me baby girl…come for me kitten”

He continued fucking you and placed the vibrator back onto your clit and that was all you could take. Your orgasm ripped through you like a storm. Every part of your body felt like it was going to burst with raw pleasure. In the distant part of your mind you could hear Bucky give a low roar in your ear as his teeth sank down onto your shoulder. Your fingers dug into the thick muscles in his back and by the time he came, you were shaking with pleasure.

Your body took a little while to readjust, but Bucky gathered you up in his arms and pulled you close to him, wrapping a blanket around you both. He tucked you under his chin as you came back to reality, very slowly. He peppered your faces with soft kisses and whispered softly how good you were, how beautiful and how perfect you were.

When you finally came back to him, you felt warm, cosy and very satisfied. As you lay in his arms he checked you were ok. Gently he stroked at the different bruises and marks he’d left on you, checking each one, making sure you were ok. The ache between your legs brought firm fingers massaging at your thighs until they began to feel much, much better.

“So? You learned your lesson baby?” he mumbled against your skin, you could actually feel the smile on his lips.

“Yeah I guess so….might need a reminder at some point in the future”

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#request #fic #bucky #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barns x reader #bucky fanfic

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robboybot · 5 years

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If you wanna do more soft hcs, may I suggest the rest of blue team but that's alot of babes so thats up to u,,,,

My friend you’re just giving me some more fun and I am UP for that challenge.Fred:

what they smell like: Fresh cologne/shaving cream, he’s very proper and keeps up to code on hair length. I can imagine he’d keep himself fairly clean when he can to keep himself in top shape; he’s the responsible type afterall.

what their favorite smells in the world are: Laundry softener because a warm pillow at the end of the day is a great recipe for good dreams!

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: Standard issued clothing like sweatpants and a UNSC t-shirt probs. Only when he’s not suited/on a mission though

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: This one’s a little out there due to RP but he and Edward Buck have interesting potential! Buck is laid back and goofy even though he’s still responsible while Fred is a by the book responsible type but he can divert for the sake of those he loves, and even sometimes goofs around. The two I feel share similarity in that they don’t have to always be serious and could get along! Imagine goofy old Buck helping equally goof Fred be more loose and happy!

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: I haven’t read a lot of the comics, and in the books he’s only ever around blue team so i’d say his loving brotherly relationship to chief is good. He cares a lot and is willing to follow his brother, but just shy enough to stay out of chief’s spotlight

a song that reminds me of them: I haven’t thought about this actually?? I don’t have a dedicated song but something I could maybe apply ‘don’t cry out’ by shiny toy guns

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal: I honest to god cannot remember the animals that like. were officially associated with blue team. I think eagle was supposed to be chief but an eagle fits fred because he’s stoic/majestic until you look at him from the right angle

what position they sleep in: Curled in fetal position around pillows or whatever he’s holding. in the field it’s either his knees or a big gun.

their favorite drink: Hot chocolate! something sweet and reminiscent of a simpler childhood he’s long forgotten, but the taste and warmth makes him feel a strange familiar feeling.

a gift i would give them if i could: okay so for all of them A HUG! But i’d probably give him something practical OR a gag gift like a pen with googly eyes. i’m sure he’d get a kick out of it

Kelly:

what they smell like: half the time, sweat from exercise or strong soap bars like irish spring. the other half of the time she’ll smell like wilderness/outdoors or whatever she last ran through

what their favorite smells in the world are: Wild flowers and hazy summer nights; she likes being outside, and wild fields feel like home to her.

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: Tank tops and shorts, good to let her cool off and be mobile if she has to in a moment’s notice

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: okay ngl i’m a gay man so I don’t think of ships for female characters often fsdhjdsh. In the books she’s mostly only around blue team so idk anyone she’s interacted with that sticks out to me. I’d say she’d probably have a nice girlfriend though, i’m sure there’s someone better to ask for this

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: Same as ship, i’m not 100% sure because most media i’ve consumed doesn’t give her very much limelight. she DOES love her siblings a lot though and spends a lot of time with blue team! She’s able to be a little more kicked back with them than others

a song that reminds me of them: I’m going through my songs list trying to find stuff but i think Dangeorus by Zayde Wolf is a good fit

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal: Most obvious answer anyone would give is rabbit but specifically i’ll say a desert/field hare, the lanky ones that run like hell and look scarier than normal buns

what position they sleep in: either on her sides or stomach with her limbs stretched out; she likes taking up a lot of space

their favorite drink: Maybe sweet ice tea for that summer vibe, or blue raspberry slushies that turn her tongue blue as she used to dye her hair

a gift i would give them if i could: More blue hair dye because she needs to remember that rebellious fire that she had when she was younger, and I bet she’d have fun with it

Linda:

what they smell like: if you got close enough to smell her i’d be impressed but probs the dust from rock faces, or whatever space she crawled into. Outside of her suit she’d probably surprisingly have a soft smell like malt milk

what their favorite smells in the world are: Honey/honeysuckles and other calm, non-overwhelming fresh scents like wild mint. Anything too strong would overwhelm her and give her a headache

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: She’s not particularly picky. she’ll mix it up depending, so it’s a wonder what she’ll be in if you wake her up, including variations of half or fully nude

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: Same as Kelly, I don’t know a whole ton about her personal relationships really. i’m sure there’s some good stuff out there though

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: I know she had some comics specifically with herself released? I haven’t read them though so i’m not sure. she’s more quiet and seclusive but diehard for those she cares about

a song that reminds me of them: Round one from red vs blue’s OST because NGL, she to me is like agent texas but silent and a sniper

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal: Something with keen eyes and a quiet, watchful nature. honestly any predatory raptor bird. Her tan armor and watchfulness makes me think of a meerkat too!

what position they sleep in: With her back pressed against the wall. she doesn’t like feeling as if her back is open to attack, so she always prefers having it against something when she sleeps.

their favorite drink: Anything warm in the cold, or cool in the heat. He most favorite though would be chammomile with lemon and honey

a gift i would give them if i could: maybe something like gum to chew on to help keep alert and focused? Or a durable thermos

#long post #halo #blue team #ask #head canon #radiantorrery

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hyyunjinn · 6 years

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guiding light | soulmate!minho fic

summary: When your words were etched right above his heart but you already had your fated words encircling your arms—fated words he never said.

→ pairing: bff!minho x reader

→ pronouns: they/them

→ genre: angst/fluff + soulmate au

→ words: 10.1k

→ a/n: slow burn? DEFINITELY SLOW BURN. suffer with me everyone :) ily (it’s *canonverse! so he goes through being a backup dancer and training and the show :)) mucho angst guys) (BUT IT’S ALSO REALLY CUTE I SWEAR)

*i’m assuming the events into a timeline from what we know of him

“you were my guiding light”

the sentence has always been etched on your arm and everyone assumed it’s the first thing you’ll hear your soulmate say

honestly? besides your name? that was the first thing you learned to read

and if you were bored, you’d trace the words that encircled your right forearm

admiring how pretty it looked on you, like a circlet

your parents would always smile when they catch glimpse of your tattoo, comforted that your soulmate sounds like they’d really take care of you

you were my guiding light

sounds like promising first words

however, a couple of years into middle school when you were talking to Minho about soulmates, he pointed out how it says “were” and not “are”

you were offended

your jaw dropped and he quickly tried to reassure you that maybe they just had bad grammar or something

but it ate at you for a while

until you grew out of it

since your soulmate didn’t appear for the longest time

BUT LET’S START FROM THE BEGINNING:

you and minho became best friends at the end of elementary school when the two of you got separated from your family at an out of town faire

your mom sent you off to buy food as she looked over your siblings, but when you went back to what you thought was the same spot she was at—she wasn’t there

so being the kid you were, you wandered, trying to find her: pushing through crowds of people and tried to avoid getting run down by other kids until

you bumped into minho.

“oh! hi y/n” he greeted, a little shy considering meeting any classmate outside of class is kinda weird.

“oh,, hi minho.”

you two sort of stared at each other awkwardly until he noticed:

“are you lost?” he questioned, a smirk growing on his face

you flushed, but he quickly grinned and went “ME TOO!”

so being bad children, you two didn’t look for your parents and went to go play

and since there were too many bodies and you two babies couldn’t find your parents, you guys just hung around the nearby game booths with your leftover tickets

it was a lot of fun

and he was nice enough to share his food tickets with you to buy this huge ice cream sundae

and when you guys met again at school, a friendship blossomed after that

the two of you always got into trouble: either talking too loudly in class, arguing about something that you eventually, but accidentally, broke; tripping and receiving cuts and bruises and scabs everywhere.

whenever you two sat at the same table, you’d lean over and scribble over his paper just because and he’d have to get back at you by stealing your pencil case or closing your book, making you lose the page you were on

you guys are quite the dynamic duo.

as kids, you guys always went on adventures and chased each other around

and even as you guys grew up, nothing was too awkward

like you read all about the best friends who drifted apart and you were so scared that that might happen to the two of you

but there was always something about him that kept you attached—and he could say the same about you.

ya’ll had your dumb inside jokes (“heY MIN-HOHOHOO” “y/N SHUT UP BEFORE I shOVE A SAND CRAB DOWN YOUR BACK”) and dumb handshakes and dumb photos

(context to the sand crab thing? you had a dream where he dropped a sand crab down your back and you cAN STILL FEEL THE SENSATION ON IT BECAUSE IT FELT THAT REAL and then you woke up and called him in the middle of the night to yell at him and from then on he keeps threatening you about it)

“that’s you” he interrupted you, pointed to a brown splat of bird poop on a white car as the two of you walked by

a dumbass grin appeared on his as you narrowed your eyes at him, completely unamused.

and while you usually only see each other during school, he loves calling you up at night and talking about the new episode of your favorite tv shows or this new “recipe” he wants to try out the next time you guys hung out outside of school.

it was a really chill relationship: enough distance but still best friends all the same.

you often times hit him for the dumb things he says and he’d just flash you his heart-stealing smile and laugh.

and he’d fret about you when you aren’t dressed warmly,

but you do the same thing so it’s okay.

and he loves to put his hands on your shoulders to shake you when he’s excited about something and it gets reALLy annoying

There was a park nearby that you two loved to hang out after school; hogging the swings and swinging there for hours on end—talking about who knows what.

and life just went on.

As the two of you guys grew older together, going through phases and crushes and puberty, the topic of soulmates eventually came up

somewhere along the line, minho picked up dancing as a hobby and he would teach you some moves for fun

and while you weren’t completely into it like he was, you loved how much fun the two of you had together just dancing in your backyard.

“one day I’m gonna be the main dancer”

“yeah?”

“heck yeah”

A couple of months just before middle school ended, a classmate of yours received their soulmate sign in class: a scribble of “PERMISSION SLIP DUE TMRW”

and everyone freaked out, trying to understand what that meant until your teacher explained that it’s the communication sign

as all the students crowded around your classmate as they tested it out, writing something like “hello?” on their skin and receiving a reply,

you beamed in happiness for your peer, finding the concept absolutely adorable

the classmate’s friend took a pen and scribbled on their arm: “YOU BETTER TAKE CARE OF MY FRIEND OR ELSE”

during lunch as Minho tried to steal your chips, you asked him “do you have a soulmate sign?”

snatching a chip and munching happily, it took him a second to understand your question before “no, I don’t think so. i don’t have tattoos or see in black and white or feel anything”

you sort of just blinked, surprised you guys never talked about this before

“you don’t?”

“yeah… and I guess it never really crossed my mind. how about you?”

“uh, yeah!” you pulled up your sleeve and revealed the circlet of words on your forearm

minho took your arm and pulled it closer to read the words

“you… were… my,” he snorted “guiding light?”

you snatched back your hand, offended as he laughed

“how romantic!”

“shut up”

“no it’s cute!” he paused. “it’s just… were?”

you cocked your head to the side

“like, past tense.”

bringing your arm up to look at it, you heart sank

“mINHO WHY WOULD YOU MENTION THAT!” you yelled, half amused, half hurt—and he heard that in your voice.

“jasdkfa i’M SORRY I’M SORRY IDK I JUST AHH DON’T CRY!” he panicked, seeing your eyes tear up and he threw his arms around you to rock you back and forth violently

“maybE yOUR SOULMATE IS JUST DUMB ANd ThEY CAN’T GRAMMAR!” he shouted, sort of laughing at your reaction

he rested his chin on your head as you overdramatically sobbed

“you suck dude”

he smiled softly

“sorry, I didn’t mean to”

playfully scrunching up your face after he let go, he couldn’t help but laugh at the tears threatening to fall at the corner of yours eyes

“wAIT YOU WERE ACTUALLY CRYING?”

“SHUT UP IT WAS YOUR FAULT ANYWAYS”

trying to switch it up, he asked “are those the words they’re gonna say when you first meet them?

you stared at the black ink

“i mean, i’m pretty sure? that one is the most common mark anyways…. what do you think yours is?”

minho shrugged

“I never really thought about it because I didn’t have one I guess. It’ll appear one day.

“hopefully”

“hOPEFULLY? MINHO DON’T SAY THAT YOU’LL FIND YOUR SOULMATE!!!”

as the two of you entered high school and more soulmate signs began to appear on those without, the two of you sort of lost interest in the topic

like, most people meet their soulmates after graduating college anyways, so what’s the point?

even so,

realistically speaking, not everyone ends up with their soulmates or people just never find them or they wanted to go against societal norms

which is why minho has dated a couple people here and there

while you were still waiting, being the hopeless romantic you are

not that you minded: there wasn’t anyone for you to crush on at your school anyways

but you always hoped for minho’s sign to appear

maybe his was the color explosion one or the other version of the first words that appears

anyways,

when you guys entered high school,

he became really serious about dancing

you occasionally danced with him because why not, but he really stuck with the hobby—and it made you really happy to see him so happy dancing his heart out as he continued to learn

going to his performances

being the only one on the street who watched him perform,

“hey hey y/n! look at the new move i learned!”

“duuUUDE that looks hecka cool TEACH ME”

“I tripped and nearly broke my nose the first time I attempted it”

“teACH ME!!!”

“I ain’t paying for your hospital bill”

realistically, you guys did drift just a little since he was so focused on his hobby and you had other interests

but it wasn’t like you guys didn’t smile at each other in the hallway and walk each other to your respective classes

and with whatever class you guys shared, there was no doubt he sat behind you and bothered you constantly by poking his pencil everywhere

and group projects? more like partner projects because you guys were too shy to join any other group and were more content with each other anyways

that way, you can count on each other to finish the work

When he joined the SOULDance Crew, that was when everything changed

you guys barely saw each other anymore—him focusing on dance; you, on college

but that doesn’t mean you guys don’t text at ungodly hours about the weirdest topics of whatever is on your mind

like you’d scream about BTS and he’d laugh and torture you with whatever pictures he can dig up

or he’s rambling about what song he should use to choreograph and you flood him with all the new tunes you listen to

or if you’re just feeling bad and with a “wassup,” he knows immediately to send ugly selfies to you

and then graduation passed.

Your phone was filled with pictures with friends, but mostly him—whether it was just his side profile or a selfie or a derp face

but your favorite has got to be the polaroid of him piggybacking you, trying to carry his diploma at the same time

he got a matching one tucked away in his wallet

your meetups always fluctuated, and after a month of not seeing each other (him busy with his dance group and work; you with work and travelling around with your friends), you finally had a day off to meet each other

on the day of the annual fair that you always go (not the one the two of you met at), it was right after a filming for one of his dance covers

and he was so jumpy during it, everyone else was super confused but his high energy got everyone hyped enough to quickly finish the video

right after “cut!” minho stumbled towards his towel to wipe himself up, stuff whatever items of his that were laying around, and

“bYE EVERYONE! SEE YOU SOON!”

he was such a rush, everyone just looked at each other before someone called out

“HEY MINHO! WHat’S WITH THE HUSTLE DUDE?”

just as minho ran towards the exit

except he didn’t even hear his friend as he nearly crashed into poor you opening the door

the biggest grin spread across his face

“Y/N!”

“you’re done already—hey!”

he grabbed your hand and dragged you out to the street

“TO THE FAIR WE GO!!!!”

“YOU’RE STILL SWEATY!”

“WE’RE RUNNING THERE ANYWAYS!”

everyone in the dance studio gave each other The Look and you guys can probably guess what happens

but we’ll go back to this date

so you ran to the bus stop,

him laughing and swinging your intertwined hands as you’re trying to catch your breath

“why did we have to run all that way?”

“because i want to!”

“nO”

“too late~”

ten minutes later, the bus arrived and you guys talked about your month as the bus rolled down the street

the carnival pulled into view and grins unconsciously spread across both of your features.

The door hissed open and he grinned at you

“ready?” you asked him, waiting for the traditional reply

“I bet 3 sundaes and a stuffed animal you’re gonna lose the goldfish”

“I bet a ride on the drop tower and the goldfish you’re gonna win a goldfish”

his jaw dropped as you guys hopped off the bus

“hEY UNFAIR. YOU CAN’T EVEN HANDLE THE DROP TOWER AND I’M GONNA WORK HARD FOR THAT GOLDFISH!”

you shrugged cheekily, glad the approaching night was cool enough while lights flashed about and kids ran around and the noisy sound of happiness encircled your surroundings

“it’s a trapped deal—if you don’t get us that goldfish we’re both gonna die”

“geT yOUr own gOLDfisH!” he pouted, crossing his arms as your neared the ticketbooth

“NO! I SUCK AT THAT GAME AND I WANT A GOLDFISH!”

“NO DEAL.”

“YES DEAL.”

“I AIN’T GOING ON THE DROP TOWER FOR YOU”

“I WANT A GOLDFISH!”

“THEN WIN IT AND I’LL BUY YOU 3 SUNDAES AND WORK MY BUTT OFF FOR A STUFFED ANIMAL”

“N O”

“fine. that means you’re going on the drop tower with me if I lose the goldfish.”

you scrunched up your face, hesitant, and then

“deal.”

your time there didn’t change from the past 8+ years together

you guys rushed around as many rides as you could before he’d start complaining about how hungry he is and drag you to the food and games booths and after pooling in and buying as much street food as you wanted, you guys walked around, taking in the atmosphere and each others’ presence

As the last hour neared, you leaned over to steal a last bite of his churro before you guys headed towards the goldfishing booth

to sum it up

you actually won the goldfish and he lost

“crap”

he laughed out loud

“you win some, you lose some,” he teased

you punched him in the arm

“unless you’re lee minho and you lose everything”

“shut up—I still managed to get you to go to the drop tower with me”

realization hit you

“yOU LOST THE GOLDFISH ON PURPOSE DIDN’T YOU”

“ALSDFJK NO I DIDN’T DOES IT LOOK LIKE I WANT TO GO ON THE DROP TOWER?!”

“L I A R”

“we’re gonna die we’re gonna die we’re gonna di e”

“y/n shut up”

“you shut up you loser”

“says the loser who walked right into a trap”

“at least i gOT my goldfish”

“you’re still going on the drop tower”

“i’m gonna kick you”

as you got closer and nerves began to take over he said “i hate you” before the two of your boarded

“my stomach is not gonna last”

“if you hurl, I’m leaving you”

needless to say, you guys made it alive,

barely

eagerly hopping off with a screech, you picked up your stuff from the cubby and handed him his

“that actually wasn’t so bad,” he mused with a grin, fixing his mussed up hair that was sticking in all directions

“tHAT MEANS YOU DIDN’T EVEN HAVE TO DRAG ME ON IT!” you yelled “I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE”

something strange seemed to tug at his heart looking at you cutely grumbling about the ride, but it was quickly washed over with an overwhelming urge to hug you—which he read as a platonic sign so he didn’t dwell on it

he just laughed and apologetically hugged you

“get off me”

“you’re my favorite person in the entire world ♡”

“go buy me my sundaes”

you guys stayed until the announcement was made that the fair would close soon and you guys left with a fit of laughter

on the bus home, you fell asleep on his shoulder, which he smiled softly at

brushing away you hair and adjusting himself so it didn’t feel too awkward

which got him to fall asleep and you guys missed your stop

“minhooo, why did you fall asleep?”

“hey, it’s not just my fault—your head was really comfy”

luckily, the last stop was his anyways and you crashed at his house—just like old times.

The next day as Minho barely cracked open the glass door to the dance studio,

“MINHO WHO ARE THEY?”

“NO WONDER YOU WERE SO GIDDY!”

“WAS IT YOUR FIRST DATE?”

“HOW DID IT GO?”

“YOU GOTTA INTRODUCE THEM TO US!”

minho screamed and pushed through his dance buddies

“THEY’RE JUST A FRIEND!”

“that’s what they all say”

minho scrunched up his face

“best friend.”

“tHaT’s WhAt ThEy aLL SAY!”

“NO I DON’t LIKE THEM LIKE THAT”

“YEAH YEAH SURE TOTALLY”

the thought totally crossed minho’s mind once or twice in high school, but he frantically pushed it away—not wanting to dwell on it at all

but his mind kept wandering back to last night and the way you looked in the glow of the carnival after the drop tower

and how your hair was all messy and how you were grumbling about your heart after the ride

and you were really breathless too and he found that really endearing

and when you were laughing on other rides

and when you leaned over to steal his food and he can see your eyelashes up close

also whenever you won a game

or lost a game

he furrowed his eyebrows—freaked out that he’s only noticing all of this for the first time

which led him to not focus on dancing

and his friend plopped down right next to him without him noticing

“classic ‘shoot i love my best friend’ dilemma isn’t it?” she asked

“shut up”

she smiled and patted his shoulder

“hey, if it’s meant to be, it’ll work out. fate will do it’s thing and you’ll find out sooner or later”

“but you guys didn’t have to mention iiiit”

“you’re telling me this thought never crossed your mind?” she deadpanned

“i mean, I don’t want to think about it so i always ignored iiiiit”

“don’t think about it too much! if you like them, you like them. if you want to stay as friends, stay as friends. if you want to be more, be more. if you don’t know what you want, just stay as friends. trust me.”

“they have their soulmate mark though: it’s the first words type of deal.”

“oh”

“yeah—so I shouldn’t like them”

“but you dated in the past right? you didn’t care about those soulmate signs”

minho paused

“i guess you’re right”

“don’t dwell on it too much!” she encouraged, shaking him back and forth with her hand on his shoulder

“but what if I do like them? what about their soulmate?”

“just wait until their soulmate comes around I guess? isn’t it better to test out the waters than just suffer knowing the soulmate will come anyways? maybe your friend won’t even stay with their soulmate: there are people like that”

minho shrugged

“cmoN—you don’t even know your feelings on it so let's just work on the new choreooo” she nagged, grabbing his hand and dragging him back to the practice floor

he quickly forgot about the matter anyways when he became a backup dancer for BTS

that was a fun time

when he got the news, he immediately phoned you and placed the phone as far away as possible from his ear as he yelled “DUDE I’M GONNA BE A BACKUP DANCER FOR BTS!”

there was a pause on your end before

“YOU W H A T ? !”

“YEAH”

“NO SAY THAT AGAIN!”

“BTS. BACKUP DANCER. ME.”

“H O W. YOU GOTTA TELL ME DUDE”

so he talked about the audition news getting to his dance studio and he auditioned with a couple of his friends and they managed to passed so he’s gonna go learn the new choreography for their comeback and perform on the music shows and whatnot and you just sat on your bed with your jaw open, not quite believing any of this

“you’re kidding”

“i’m not”

“no way”

“yes way”

“wh a t ?”

“ye a h”

a surge of emotions just rushed through you before “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU MINHO OH MY GOSH GOOD JOB AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

you could hear his laugh on the other side of line and you broke out into a goofy grin

“this is so amazing!!! you! dancing! pursuing your dream! uGH MINHO I’M SO PROUD OF YOU I NEED TO HUG YOU BUT I GOT THIS DUMB ESSAY TO FINISH”

“IF YOU LEAVE YOUR HOUSE JUST TO HUG ME I’M GONNA ESCAPE THROUGH THE WINDOW”

so for the next couple of months, you rarely heard from him

but you know that’s a telltale sign that he’s working hard and a smile always appeared on your face whenever you’re thinking about him

or bragging about him to your friends

gosh the first time you caught glimpse of him on the music show

you s C RE E CHed and your roommate thought something was attacking you

“nO IT’S MINHO! LOOK LOOK LOOK!”

you roommate smiled when she caught sight of him and you spent the next hour crying about how proud you are of your best friend

you didn’t even pay attention to BTS and you love them to death

that same night, he called you and before he could even say hi—

“I SAW YOU ON TV AND I’M SO PROUD OF YOU DUDE”

“IT WAS SO NERVEWRACKING! I THOUGHT I MESSED UP!”

“did you?”

“yeah”

“wELL I DIDN’T NOTICE SO GOOD JOB!!!”

“pfft thanks—OH! I was gonna call you to tell you that I’m gonna perform at their Seoul concert!!!!

“..... buy me tickets”

“I don’t think I can”

“nOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I’M A BROKE COLLEGE STUDENT AND I NEED TO WATCH MY BOYS AND MY BEST FRIEND PERFORMMMM”

“welllllll, I mean I couuuld ask…..”

“aghghghghghhhhhhh—I can’t believe you’re gonna perform on tour! yOU’rE aN ACTUAL BACKUP DANCER!”

“so you’re telling me I’m not a backup dancer when I perform on the music shows?”

“yeah”

“thanks for the pep talk y/n, now I know I can be the greatest while performing at the concert. i’ll work hard just for you”

“you’re welcome dude.”

The fact that he went viral had you on the floor

“daYUM ‘JUNGKOOK’S HANDSOME BACKUP DANCER!’ YOU SHOOK THE NATION!”

“SHUT UP!”

“YOU REALLY ARE THE GREATEST! i’M THE BESTEST BEST FRIEND EVER! I BLESSED YOU!”

minho fumed at his phone but inside, he was pretty elated that you found this so funny, a smile finding its way onto his face

“don’t forget me when you get famous” you dramatized and he softened.

“hey, can we video call?” he suddenly asked and you immediately worried

“oh yeah, of course,” you agreed, clicking on the video button “everything okay?”

when his face appeared, he was lying stomach down on his bed, white covers propping up his phone

“um”

and you waited patiently, for whatever he had to say

“you’re not gonna leave me right?”

you blinked at him, unsure of what to reply since you weren’t quite sure of what he meant

and he understood that as he choked on his words trying to rephrase

“like, nothing would change between us if I continue this path, right?”

“of course not! minho, why would you think that?”

he paused

“idk, I guess it’s because you were like ‘don’t forget me when you get famous”

you flipped on your back and repositioned your phone, slightly upset that he took it like that

“hey if you were uncomfortable, just tell me. i’m sorry if you didn’t want to hear that, but i love you more than you can imagine—i don’t care if you’re famous or not, trust me”

“i do trust you! it’s just—”

“you’re talking to the same person who didn’t even freak out when we bumped into IU on the streets. or ask to meet up with BTS when you got accepted”

minho smiled “i guess you’re right”

“i’m sorry you felt like that”

“... i guess it’s just because i don’t want to lose you”

“and you won’t lose me! i’ll always be here! i’ll even let you push me into the sea next time!”

“you’re gonna regret that”

“it’s called pulling you in with me, d u h”

you guys talked for a bit more before you told him you had to work early tomorrow and you were going to sleep

and he made a face at you before ending the call

minho grabbed an extra pillow nearby and hugged it to his chest, which suddenly started hurting

he had an inkling as to what the feeling was but he managed to tell himself to fall asleep quickly to forget about it.

Fast forward a month or so

Minho couldn’t control his shaking hands as he clicked your number and impatiently waited for it to follow through

“hello?”

“please don’t make me go deaf—I have headphones in. but anyways: i got scouted for jyp”

you completely ignored his request and he had to yank out his earbuds

“Y/N!!!”

“OH MY GOSH”

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU WITHOUT EARBUDS BECAUSE IT’S REALLY LOUD RIGHT NOW AND I AIN’T PUTTING YOU ON SPEAKERS SO SHUT UP”

“I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!! oh my gosh this is amazing!! mINHO! MINHOOOOOOO YOU REALLY ARE GONNA BE THE WORLD’S GREATEST—wait. does that mean you’re gonna train to be an idol?”

“after I pass the auditions yeah”

“no way”

“i know, crazy right?”

“you? an idol?”

“yeah i don’t see it either but—”

“—BUT You’RE GONNA CONTINUE YOUR DREAM OF DANCING! dude dude dude when’s the audition????”

“it’s like, in a month?”

The audition came and passed

and he passed as well

and whenever he had the time, he’d call you and talk about what happened each day

so he trained

and met new people

there was this boy, Seungmin you think, who really helped him adjust to the life as a trainee

“wow let me meet this Seungmin.”

“no. he’s mine”

And the day he met this boy named Chan, he got added to an official group?

and you were so shook, not quite sure how to react because wow Minho really will become an idol and have his face plastered on billboards and perfume ads.

What you didn’t know was that he was practicing for the showcase two weeks later.

He called you a day before and was like “so um, I got you tickets to the JYP showcase tomorrow and uhhhhhh I’m gonna perform with my group!”

“.... you could’ve told me earlier?!??!”

“WAIT CAN YOU NOT MAKE IT?!”

“no I can, WHY WOULD I PASS DOWN FREE TICKETS?!”

Minho pauses, debating whether or not to tell you something else

but his big mouth spilled it anyways: “i’m not supposed to tell you this, buT IM GONNA BE ON A SHOW!”

“W O A H”

“YEAH! It’s gonna be how my group prepares for debut! At least that’s what I heard,,,”

“WO OW WOWW do you have a date for the show yet?”

“no but it’s gonna start filming on the day of the showcaseeee—although, wait. Let me clarify: we’re actually going against a girl group to see who would debut first so uh, yeahhhhh, I might actually not debut soon, but it’s a hope!”

“you and your team are gonna kill it! … wait, tell me their names again?”

On the day of the showcase, you made signs for all of Minho’s team.

they had to ask him who you were because you were screaming so loud (but not as loud as the girl who screamed for Hyunjin lmao)

After the show,

you ran up to him all smiley and congratulating him with a bouquet of flowers and the other boys were like

OOoOOOoOoOO WHO T H I S

but you had to catch your bus home so you couldn’t really stay

“NOOOO WAIT! WE GOTTA TEASE MINHO FOR A BIT LONGER! HE’S ALWAYS MAKING FUN OF US!!!”

“I’M SORRY BUT I HOPE TO MEET YOU GUYS FOR REAL SOON! TAKE CARE OF HIM OKAY?”

Minho was actually really quiet for the next month and he didn’t seem to have time to talk to you so you went to focus on your life instead.

When “Hellevator” dropped, you were so excited because the song sounded SO GOOD! AND MINHO RAPPED!

to say you advertised it to everyone was an understatement

but hey, it’s a good song

when you were freaking out about the release, you phoned him and yelled “I LOVE THE SONG SO MUCH WHAT AND YOU CAN RAP WHAT? THIS IS SO AMAZING!!!!”

“haha yeah thanks y/n”

“AND DSJFKSDF YOUR BAND MEMBERS ARE SORT CUTE AND THE AESTHETIC OF THE MUSIC VIDEO!!! YES!!”

and you kept talking about how excited you were about the song and the show but he didn’t seem to respond much so

“you okay?”

“i’m just... tired”

“you want me to hang up?”

he didn’t reply so you were like “okay! good night minho!”

“good night y/n”

When people began spotting Stray Kids without Minho, you started to worry.

But you didn’t ask him because you didn’t want to jump to conclusions and had faith in Minho.

However, you didn’t even finish episode four and you already grabbed your phone, shakily finding his number.

“Hello?”

“Minho, meet me at the park a couple of streets from that intersection.”

“Y/N, it’s 11:30.”

“Minho please.”

You heard him sigh and agree.

“If I get in trouble it’s your fault.”

Running there, you were breathless and frantic, not being able to control your emotions and you didn’t even let Minho breathe when you spotted him

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Minho stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening.

“Tell you what?”

“About the elimination!”

He visibly slumped, not knowing how to reply.

“Minho!” you cried, stamping your foot on the ground, frustrated that he kept this locked up, tears already threatening to fall.

“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” he whispered, looking at the pebbles on the side of the road.

“it’s not that!” you whined, coming up closer to him “why didn’t you just tell me?”

tears dripped onto the ground and Minho shut his eyes

“I don’t know, maybe if I didn’t tell you I could’ve worked harder and become someone you’re proud of”

“you don’t have to be so insecure about everything, especially around me. You can fall into darkness but I’ll be there with you and we’ll make through it together.”

Minho nearly slipped on the bathroom tiles when he saw those exact words right above his heart on his chest the next morning when he took off his shirt to shower.

He blinked at it in the mirror, then looked down, gingerly touching it.

The first thing he thought of?

Shit.

Minho didn’t really react.

He didn’t know how to react.

But he knew heartbreak will hit him hard because you already had lines that he never said.

So to cope, he kept distancing himself and not talking to you.

You on the other had didn’t know what to do so you just, waited, assuming it’s because he’s training hard and to join the group again.

Waited until the episodes came out.

When news of the busking leaked, out of curiosity, you attended it with a friend, knowing fully that Minho wouldn’t be there. You thought maybe you could still support the other boys because they seem really nice and talented.

On that day, Minho snuck out as well, only to spot you in the crowd with a friend and he couldn’t bear it but to leave.

when he was told he was given a second chance, he wanted to call you so bad

but he couldn’t make himself do it

so he just ignored you

and continued practicing

and when you watched the episode, even if having no hope at all because he didn’t give you any indication that he was back in

you screeched and even your roommate who was watching with you yelled in disbelief

and minho was expecting the phone call

the other members were expecting the phone call

“LEE F REA K IN G MINHO”

“wh—”

“YOU SUCK”

and you hung up out of adrenaline and because you didn’t really know how to react

all of stray kids looked at minho in amusement and he just cheekily grinned

your phone buzzed and it lit up a millisecond later with a text from him reading

“i love you”

“thanks for always being there”

and your heart flipped just seeing those two texts there

the day of the finale came quicker than you thought

and before you knew it

you were waiting outside of the venue in the cold with his mom, passing out hot chocolate to adoring fans

honestly, you were surprised but not surprised at the amount of support Stray Kids has and how all of them were praying that Felix and Minho would be part of the official line up

and your heart swelled

you saw multiple banners for him, some with cute messages

and you overheard conversations between friends about how cute minho is and you just smiled to yourself

that’s your best friend—stealing everyone’s hearts

once everyone was packed inside the venue, your nerves kicked up as you anxiously waited for the show to start

for sure you were impressed by the performances

and whenever minho came up—during the performances or the video reels—you smiled so wide his mom noticed

she giggled to herself and left you alone to your own thoughts

it’s really hit when he sang the bridge for “School Life’

your jaw d ro p p e d

and everything almost stopped

he was glowing and smiling

and it hit you

he was in the center

to say you screamed so loud you lost your voice was an understatement

the surrounding families and fans kept looking back at you in amusement because once the song picked up, you didn’t stop cheering

minho caught your eyes and he scrunched his face in acknowledgement and you smiled so big you were ready to just rush up to the stage and crush him in a hug

after the excitement toned down and Jun K performed

final judgement was nearing

and you were shaking to the point his mom grabbed your hand and squeezed it

“it going to be okay, I believe in them,” she whispered and all you could do was nod

felix and minho climbed onto the box and the cameras started rolling

jyp did not shut up. it felt like forever.

and up on stage, Minho couldn’t look at you, no matter how tempting it was. he kept his gaze straight ahead and tried his best to calm himself down

he almost missed it when jyp finally announced it and lights flashed in his eyes

you let out a huge breath and hugged his mom so tight to calm yourself down

as people left and the families waited to greet their boys

he didn’t even pop his head completely out from behind the curtain yet and you knew it was him

and may or may not have charged at him

“CONGRATULATIONS!” you screamed, wrapping your arms around him and trying to pick him up to spin him around and failing to do so

“y/N!” he hissed, face aflamed as everyone was watching the two of you

the other boys started “oooh-ing” and mischievous grins appeared on their faces as they closed up on you guys

“is this the famous Y/N????”

“OoOOO FINALLY!”

“mINHO NEVER SHUTS UP ABOUT YOU!”

“he looks goofy when he’s talking to you”

minho wasn’t having any of it and started waving his arms like windmills to ward them away

“nON ON ON NO STOP GO AWAY YOUR FAMILIES ARE WAItinG!”

they laughed and chan poked at minho’s face before dispersing

he turned back to see you beaming at him and his heart did a backflip

“haven’t seen you in a while!” you chirped, only to gET COMPLETELY IGNORED BECAUSE HE SPOTTED HIS MOM and because he suddenly didn’t know how to react at all

“MOM!!!!” and he rushed towards her to hug her

“wOW I SEE HOW IT IS”

“YEAH. I LOVE MY MOM MORE THAN YOU DUH” and he’s just snickering as he enveloped his mom and she’s laughing at your antics as you walked closer

you got to meet the other boys (with minho hovering protectively around you and glaring at his members just in case they say something) and their families and it was a really nice atmosphere

“you’re gonna debut soon”

“yeah”

you guys were standing next to each other, arms barely touching and watching the parents talk and the younger siblings awkwardly not know what to do and the other boys messing around with each other or their siblings

Unbeknownst to you, Minho played with the fabric of his shirt where the tattoo is: twisting and turning it in his hands

he promised to himself he’d never tell you, but at this moment, it was tempting

Glancing over to you,

taking in how your eyes are slightly turned upwards, content filling your face as you watched his members nearby,

he clutched the fabric and squeezed his eyes shut and

“y/n?”

A moment barely passed as your name fell out of his lips barely above a whisper when chan called

“hey y/n! minho!” chan called and you guys directed your attention towards the smiley leader “stop looking like an old couple and come over here!”

minho’s face immediately flushed

“we’re not a couple!”

“i said you looked like an old couple—not that you are!”

you smiled, rolling your eyes at the antics

“yeah let me get to know these boys you keep gushing about”

minho shakily sighed and agreed

a couple of days later, you were back to your life and before you knew it, Stray Kids’ debut was just around the corner

then their first comeback

then their first award show

then their first win

and you were there to support them like always: especially Minho

but you didn’t even know how much he appreciated it—he just couldn’t express all of it because his feelings just grew and grew and he didn’t want to mess your friendship up

he kept seeing you in a different light and it was messing with him

There was this one time where the two of you were just walking the streets together.

He looked over and had the biggest urge to just kiss you that he spotted an ice cream shop and bolted to buy him something to keep his mouth busy.

Another time, you were visiting and you fell asleep on his lap because of his soothing touch from mindlessly tracing the words on your skin.

Hopelessly, he sat there, his heart aching as he wanted you to know you’re his soulmate but he couldn’t.

The pain was almost unbearable as he was immobile because of you and he couldn’t pry his eyes off of your tattoos.

He cried himself to sleep that day, with you within his touch yet detached from his fate.

You got to know the rest of Stray Kids so well it was almost like you were the fourth mom (chan and minho easily took the first slots)

if you weren’t busy and they were home, you’d visit them at the practice rooms

if they were abroad, you’d call them just to check in

it was all the mundane things and you can’t believe you get to experience and that Minho was living his dream—even if he was living with a burden he couldn’t even unload to his best friend.

Luckily for him, the hustle bustle life of an idol preoccupied his thoughts and he often times convinces himself that his fans are his soulmates.

Two years have passed and it was finally the time where your friends began to find your soulmates

and then somewhere along the line, Stray Kids began finding their soulmates as well

and you and Minho would always call each other whenever this would happen, squealing into the mic

you favorite story was of Felix and his soulmate: Felix had the sign of being able to telepathically speak with his soulmate and one day as he was walking down the crowded street with Minho and Hyunjin for groceries, trivially arguing with his other half about an ending of a recent movie, a loud “SHUT UP YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING THEY WERE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER!” echoed around the vicinity

Felix was so surprised he stopped abruptly in his tracks and Hyunjin crashed into him.

He was so sure he heard his soulmate say the same thing and just then, his other half was like “shoot i just yelled that out loud”

He shot back: “i’m looking right at you aren’t I?”

“By any chance!” he called out to the person he was making eye contact with across the street “we you talking about Love Signed?”

Minho snorted and and shouted a “cliche!!!!!” and everyone around the area knew exactly what happened

it was really cute and you whined for days for missing it because Minho invited you to go shopping with them but you had a paper to finish.

Minho’s favorite story of your friends’ is your least favorite.

Why?

That day just so happened to be a really bad day for you and Minho had no idea.

He just liked that story because he experienced it firsthand and you highkey believe it’s because he was mistaken as the soulmate

the day didn’t start off well, and let’s just say you and Minho were hanging out and you bumped into some of your friends and something happened that everyone thought Minho was the soulmate

you were too confused and unknowingly jealous to remember what happened exactly

because it didn’t strike you too well that your friend is soulmates with your best friend,,,, for some... odd... reason...

“y/n, are you jealous?”

“pfft nO whY would i be jealous?! that’s ridiculous!”

your friend raised her eyebrows

“your voice is giving it away”

you squinted your eyes in disbelief, cocking your head in confusion

“but i can’t be jealous?”

“why not? isn’t he your friend?”

“yeah and that’s it. shouldn’t i be happy for him if it was you?”

“don’t you think it’s because you like him?”

you nearly gave yourself a whiplash

“why would i like him? i have a soulmate!”

“and people still date others knowing full well their soulmate exists”

“dating and liking are slightly different things. a lot of those relationships are flings”

“that doesn’t say anything of whether you like him or not”

you paused.

“but i don’t…?”

“you don’t sound so sure”

you furrowed your brows

“hey, let’s not talk about this—i don’t, i don’t want to think about it”

but it was all you thought about that night.

It kept you up and Minho’s dumb smile kept popping up in your mind and your face heated up when the thought of a kiss passed your mind

You found out because you overheard the boys yelling about it.

bags holding food, you were about to enter the practice room when

“hYUNG YOU LIKE Y/N”

“NO I DON’T”

“WHY WOULD YOU—”

“WAIT JISUNG SHUT UP Y/N IS—”

you blinked at them. “uh, hi boys. I brought you food”

Minho’s face turned bright red and he rushed out of the room. Jisung chased after him.

you guys started dating when the other members tried to fix their fiasco by saying: “screw soulmates you guys ARE SOULMATES DATE ALREADY PLS MINHO WON’T SHUT UP ABOUT HOW MUCH HE WANTS TO KISS YOU AND SOMETIMES HE JUST LIES IN BED CRYING ABOUT YOU AND DOESN’T WANT TO DO ANYTHING!”

“Y/N PLEASE YOU KNOW HIM SINCE FOREVER AND ALL OF A SUDDEN HE KEEPS NOT WANTING TO DO ANYTHING”

“plus the two year ban is up sO”

you were hesitant at first because you really wanted to meet your soulmate

but they don’t seem like they’ll appear in your life anytime soon

and it’s minho, who you adore and have? always found him attractive

and he likes you so much, you couldn’t just—

“but what about your soulmate? you still don’t have a sign”

he shook his head and replied “it’s okay, I know I want to spend my life with you”

“but what happens if mine comes around?”

“then I’ll let you go to them. but, just, give me this chance? please?”

“minho—”

“please.”

“you’re gonna get hurt”

“but at least I got to be with you. I’ll be happy for you, don’t worry! because we’re best friends first!”

“are you sure?”

“positive. I’ll probably get hurt but I’m getting myself into this knowing fully well the possible outcome, so I won’t blame you.”

you just stared at him. “but then I’ll feel guilt—” your words caught in your throat as minho took a step closer and brought his hand up to caress your cheek

“please.”

your heart rate spiked and you averted your eyes

his thumb gently brushed over your cheek

“i’ll make you happy, i promise. besides, your dumb soulmate hasn’t even appeared so why are you waiting for them? obviously i’m the better alternative”

your jaw dropped and heat rushed to your cheeks as his lips quirked up, winking at you

“i’m kidding” he laughed at your expression, pulling you closer to hug you.

with your face buried in his chest, you can hear his heartbeat and you breathed in his familiar, comforting scent—

“okay”

“hmm?”

“we can try this out”

Nothing really changed between the two of you.

he still loves to trace the words on your arm and you guys still try to go to the annual carnival

(one time, you guys went with stray kids and it was a Mess)

except for the more than often stares minho gives you where he’s smiling at you like a dork and if you ask what’s wrong, he just bursts out laughing and squeal “i can’t believe i love you so mucH!”

it’s all really cheesy and you can feel yourself falling in love more and more

and you feel guilty sometimes, knowing your soulmate is out there somewhere

but minho really does make you happy

and just seeing how happy he is makes you okay with it

because after all, he’s your best friend and you love him regardless of anything else

and he gets your heart racing every time he pulls you closer to kiss you and you want to punch him for that

Of course, the two of you got your ups and downs.

usually when he’s stressed out about an upcoming comeback or you’re stressed out about work or when you two miss each other so much and you don’t know how to express it and the call ends up in frustration

or when he just wants to love you but you can’t make yourself reciprocate your feelings and he can sense it, leading him to excuse himself and go back to his dorms

he knows it’s because you don’t want to hurt him, but it still does

but it’s natural

and both of you guys know that

nothing ever gets too out of hand

it’s because of the years of reading each other’s actions that you guys know when to take the break from each other if you need it

Nearly three years has passed since you guys started dating and it was around the time when Stray Kids would start to go off to the military in the next year or so and taking a break in their successful career.

Funny, your soulmate never appeared for the last six years and you were starting to wonder if your sign was a fluke.

Minho never found his either.

You can’t lie and say you weren’t a little bit disappointed that your destined one never showed up, and sometimes, you would lash out at Minho for it, as if it was his fault.

But he swallowed it because while even though your soulmate doesn’t seem to be appearing, Minho found his and he’s not letting go. No matter how messed up the entire situation is.

He felt horrible about it but he couldn’t make himself tell you that you’re his soulmate when you were still holding back.

Eventually he would.

But he told himself he’ll wait for a couple more years, even if it was selfish of him to do so. If he was being honest with himself, he wants your soulmate to never enter your life and sweep you away from him.

Your insecurities heightened as most of your friends began to marry their soulmates and you were, quite honestly, terribly jealous.

And while you were ecstatic for all of them during the wedding days, Minho would always catch you deep in thought when you weren’t conversing with someone.

He’d sigh, grab your hand and squeezed it.

You let out a breath you were holding and shut your eyes for a moment, reminding yourself that you have Minho, and that’s pretty hard to beat.

“I love you,” you muttered

he leaned over and kissed your temple.

Minho was released for break just today, and he promised to spend his entire break with you—so even though he was dead tired, he drove a couple hours to your apartment because he just wanted to see you.

His eyes were barely open as he fought the urge to crash to the cement pavement and fall asleep right there as he fiddled around for the correct keys

“y/n?” he asked softly, slowly opening the door and peeking his head in, “are you home?”

you were in the living room, typing away at your laptop, trying to finish up a report for work. the lights in this room were turned off but the lights in the kitchen was on and minho frowned.

“you’re gonna hurt your eyes if you work in the dark like this,” he scolded

“hi minho,” you replied, not tearing your eyes away from the illuminated screen

he didn’t reply and the clacking of the keys were the only thing between the two of you

a couple of seconds later: “i have leftover dinner if you’re hungry,” you said

minho just hummed and dropped his things on the sofa and shuffled into the kitchen

the fluorescent lights occasionally flickered as he opened the refrigerator door.

eyes scanning the contents, he noticed a can of soda and he picked it up.

opening it, he was about to take a sip when he noticed the sole paper stuck on the door.

“hey you didn’t pay the bills,” he called out, peeking out from behind the door frame

once again, it took you a moment before you replied

“uh, I was gonna do it today but I guess I forgot”

“y/n, it was due two days ago.”

you ignored him, pressing harder on the keys as you typed

he frowned but went back to heating his dinner

After he cleaned up, he awkwardly paced the kitchen before finding the courage to be in your presence

because he can feel very well the elephant in the room.

he sat down next to you

and watched you work.

you didn’t appreciate his staring eyes but you ignored it, more focused on finishing

he tried to cuddle you but you brushed him off

so he huffed and pushed himself off the couch, wandering the dim apartment and sees something new on the little shelf where you kept small items

it was a cute keychain—in fact, two matching keychains and a small smile began to grow on his face

“hey what’s this?” he asked, hopefully turning back to face you

you slammed your hands on the keyboard.

he flinched.

“oh my gosh minho you’re so annoying!” you cried, voice cracking from stress and frustration

a pout formed on his face, not appreciating that you’re not responding to him at all when he drove a couple of hours to go see you

“well i’m sorry. i just miss you,” he pressed, frustrated as well.

“well miss me some other time,” you retorted

sighing, you adjusted your focus back to your screen and

“look y/n. you could at least give me a hug? i drove out two hours to see you and i’m dead tired.”

“that’s your problem. you could’ve visited in the morning”

“that’s because I wanted to see you, make sure you’re okay.”

“well I’m okay, thanks for worrying. now go to sleep or something—you said you were tired?”

he paused, knowing full well he couldn’t get mad at you because you’re obviously stressed so he opted to change the direction of the conversation “y/n you don’t look well at all: you’re stressed and you are the least efficient when you’re stressed.”

“minho, just leave me alone. let me finish this report.”

“when was the last time you slept?”

“just this morning”

“for how many hours?”

“I don’t know, does it matt—Minho stop. let me work on this.”

“You need to sleep.”

“sleep is for the weak,” you muttered

and misinterpreting that, Minho smiled a bit, thinking that you were giving in and was joking

“Well then if you don’t go to sleep, I’m gonna break up with you,” he quipped

however, you didn’t hear his teasing tone and something inside of you snapped.

glaring at the black keys in front of you, you gritted your teeth and asked him, “fine then. break up with me. why do you even care so much if you came here to annoy me anyways?”

“wait y/n, I didn’t—”

“just let this end because I want to end up with my soulmate anyways”

Minho stopped, his worst fear—the fear of hearing those words—just happened.

“You don’t mean that,” he whispered.

you looked up and straight into his eyes. “does it look like I’m joking?”

hurt flashed through Minho’s face and without knowing so, he raised his voice

“Well I don’t know? Does it look like your soulmate is even here with you?! Your soulmate never came so obviously I’m a better option then what you can get with them anyways! I’ve been with you since forever! That has got to mean more than a soulmate who never even wanted to meet you!”

You slammed your hands on the table and stood up, tears begin to blur your vision as his words stung your heart.

“Maybe I don’t want to be with you! I’m still waiting! you’re the one who said you didn’t mind getting hurt! so just shut up!” you screamed, arms shaking.

“BECAUSE YOU ARE MY SOULMATE!” he yelled back, slamming his arm on the table and it knocked down a picture frame, shattering it

“Classic,” you sneered, glaring at the glass littered around his feet

a sharp pang hit minho in his chest as he realized you didn’t pay attention to what he just said

a loud scoff escaped him and he looked up at the ceiling, blinking back threatening tears

“i hate you” he forced out, his voice involuntarily cracking.

looking up, you were met with his usually soft pair of eyes glaring right at you

anger boiled inside you and you balled your fists

“I can’t believe you’re being so selfish,” he taunted.

“shut up! just shut up minho!”

“You’d think after all we’ve been through you’d stop thinking about the potential jerk your soulmate is for making you wait.”

“you shouldn’t have gotten involved then!”

“Or maybe you shouldn’t have lead me on and kept this relationship for so long!”

“IT’S YOUR FAULT ANYWAYS. DON’T PUT THE BLAME ON ME!”

“HOW COULD I NOT PUT THE BLAME ON YOU? I TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU AND IF YOU LOVED ME BACK, EVEN IF IT’S JUST A FRIEND, YOU WOULD’VE CUT THIS RELATIONSHIP A LONG TIME AGO!”

“I ALREADY TOLD YOU! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO GOT INTO THIS MESS.”

“AND YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED ME! BEST FRIENDS ARE SUPPOSED TO ADVISE EACH OTHER WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING STUPID!”

“BUT WHY IS IT THAT I’M GETTING ALL THE BLAME?”

“BECAUSE I AM STUPIDLY, BLINDLY, IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

“SO BLAME YOURSELF!”

“I can’t believe you y/n. You’re actually the most selfish person I’ve ever met,” he gritted coldly.

“LOOK, IF YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, WHY DO YOU TOLERATE ME?” you screamed, tears blurring out your already limited vision

“BECAUSE YOU WERE MY GUIDING LIGHT!” he yelled, kicking at the nearby drawers “YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE KEEPING ME SANE DURING TRAINEE DAYS. YOU KEPT ME SANE FROM THE SPOTLIGHT OF BEING AN IDOL!”

Minho didn’t seem to realize what he said, but your eyes widened as the words echoed in your head.

you were my guiding light

misinterpreting your silence for something else, minho laughed, mockingly. his eyebrows furrowed as he averted his gaze from yours to the remaining framed pictures on the counter

“y/n, just hate me.” he whispered, clenching and unclenching his hands. “Hate me please and I’ll disappear from your life. I’m so sorry for thinking this would work out.”

you didn’t answer

you couldn’t answer

Minho got mad and was about to repeat but when looking back at you, he noticed your change in expression and inability to speak

“why are you—”

so he frowned thinking back to what just happened within the last minute

you were my guiding light

you guys awkwardly stared at each other before you inched forward and before he knew it, you were burying your face into his neck

“i’m sorry,” you choked out, clutching at his shirt “I’m so sorry.”

He was in a state of shock. He couldn’t respond to the tears running down his body or your words as he replayed that moment over in his head.

you were my guiding light.

the same words five words he traced under his finger for so long, envying the person who will sooner or later say it to you

He is your soulmate.

When the realization finally sunk and your tears hasn’t stopped, he slowly wrapped his arms around you, picked you up and headed towards your bed.

Minho didn’t let go of you as the two of you went to sleep that night.

your parents were surprised, but absolutely relieved it’s Minho

you were waiting for so long they were starting to worry

same with Minho’s parents

but when the two of you phoned them about the news, they immediately called each other, ranting about how long they were waiting

“if we waited this long for them, how long do you think we have to wait for the wedding?”

“at this point, Minho might be the last to marry out of his group”

“havent Minho and Y/N been dating for the longest time though?”

“if it took the world that long to reveal to Y/N that Minho is their soulmate, I don’t have trust in Minho anymore”

“oh you right”

when the boys found out,

seungmin was the first to react, yelling “THANK THE L O R D I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WOULD’VE DONE IF FATE DECIDED TO SCREW THIS UP.”

Changbin started screaming

Hyunjin had such a big grin and was unable to say anything

he later came up to you and side-hugged you, saying a quick “finally”

“yeah haha, finally.”

chan made fun of minho

“yoU WERE MY GUIDING LIGHT? CHEESY”

“YOU SAW THE TATTOO FOR THE LAST SEVEN YEARS”

“I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D BE THE ONE SAYING IT AHAHAAHHAHAHA” and chan proceeded to squeeze Minho and shake him around

“congrats bro, you get your happy ending”

So, life continued.

Military enlistment came and gone.

Stray Kids began to get married.

And one day,

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

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