#so i apologise for the excess of text

[ofjunemoment]

getting even | lee haechan (P2)

synopsis —  Haechan promises you that he wasn't the one behind the prank. But he also tells you that he likes you. You're torn between which one you want to believe more.

pairing - haechan x fem!reader

genre - university!au, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, very slice of life, eventual smut (MDNI)

Wc - 19k

content - camping, clubbing (again), smut (MDNI)

warnings: reader is drunk in one scene

a/n - YAYYYYYY here's the final part of getting even!! thank you for waiting patiently and I'm sorry it took this long,, thank you guys so much for your reactions and feedback on the first part, it definitely helped me finish this part quicker than I wouldve! i had so much fun with this haechan, and i hope you guys have fun with him <33 smut tags will be under the cut (not proofread sorry)

this is the second part of the getting even series! make sure to read the first part before reading this ^^

smut tags - fingering, unprotected sex (dont do this <3), oral (m receiving), praises, dirty talk?? like barely...., gets romantic and sappy in the middle sorry, lmk if I missed anything <3

“Is that everything?” Yubin scribbles at her clipboard as Juyeon closes the trunk of the van shut, clapping his hands together to rid of any excess dust.

“Seems like it,” Sohee speaks out softly, but her sigh is unmistakable. “But Jihoon is late. Again,” Everyone looks around for any sign of Jihoon, but it seems like your whole radio club is assembled but him.

“Ah, no worries. I just got a text from him saying he’s on the way. Something about Yubin wanting extra drinks…” Juyeon pipes up. Said club manager flushed as she got called out, waving her hand and scoffing in denial. “I didn’t say that! I just said, you know, that he should bring things to make the trip more… livelier?” For this semester's story scoop, your club had decided to make a trip to the rural farming areas just a few hour's drive south. Juyeon, the modern history major, had said that there was a grasshopper surge that he had decided to study for in his first year of course, which led to everyone being interested in how the farmers reacted to such a phenomenon. And so you all banded together and rented two vans and borrowed Yubin’s car, now filled with equipment and luggages, to stay in the town for two nights and conduct primary research on the topic.

Everyone seems excited one way or another for such an event, viewing this trip as a much-needed break from studying and assignments. Well, everyone except for your beloved friend, Naeun.

“I already feel sticky and we haven’t even started the trip,” Your selective germaphobic friend murmurs as she eyes the camping equipment that is being shoved at the back of the van by Minseok and Soyeon. 

You roll your eyes at her dramatics. “You wouldn’t be complaining like this if Jeno was in the mix,” You lightly shove your shoulder against hers, giggling when she glares at you.

“Jokes on you, I would be saying the same thing. Just with different context,” You grimace at her suggestive brows fluttering at you. Still, before you can let your impulsive thoughts take over and strangle her, you hear the crunch of tires against asphalt. You are met with a car pulling up at the waiting area where your club is waiting.

Jihoon steps out of the car and daps up Juyeon and Minseok, while bowing politely and apologising for being late towards Sohee and Yubin. 

“If it makes you feel better I bought a lot of alcoh—” Yubin's sharp laugh cuts off the rest of his sentence as she smacks at his shoulder a few times, her cackles bordering like a threat. 

“You’re so young and dumb, running your mouth. Oh, to be youthful…now get your shit out of the car.” She pinches his shoulder before gesturing towards the vehicle he’d pulled up in.

“Actually, I was gonna ask for a favour too…” The rest of the sentence goes unnoticed by you as your attention catches on the car that Jihoon has just gotten out of. It seems like he wasn’t the only person, and you hadn’t realised that until the car doors had opened and out stepped Jeno and Haechan.

“No fucking way,” Naeun pales next to you, and the feeling is mutual as your eyes widen on reflex. “We should really try being scared of good grades instead,” 

Jeno steps out of the car holding a box filled with what looks like alcohol and snacks that go along, his sleeveless shirt highlighting his flexed biceps as he carries the box towards where Jihoon is gesturing. Haechan, too, steps out with a box in his grip, adorning a simple shirt and summer shorts, and you can’t pull your eye away from him. Jihoon has his friends distract Yubin and Sohee from his late arrival (it works on the former, not much on the latter) as he guides Haechan and Jeno to shove the boxes in the back of the van you’re taking.

“I even brought extra sleeping bags, they’re new so you don’t have to worry,” His smile stays on even when Yubin pinches at his cheek. “Look at you trying. Hey, we have two extra seats in the vans if you two want to join?” She ignores the sharp look she receives from Sohee as she looks at Jeno and Haechan, who give a glance at each other and then Jihoon, and back to Yubin.

“Thanks for the offer, but I have a game to practice for,” Jeno smiles, and you feel Naeun grip at your wrist. He casts a glance at you, which sends you into a shock before a smile takes over his features. Everyone’s now looking at Haechan, and there’s only one way he can react when he has this much attention on him.

“How could I reject such an offer,” He bats his lashes as Jihoon grapples him into a friendly headlock. 

“I’m done,” You mutter, as everyone bustles around you to get their items in the car, Juyeon and Haechan are discussing how to ration their clothes for the latter to use, while Jihoon pulls out a fully inflatable flamingo from the trunk of his car, trying to somehow persuade Sohee on bringing it along. 

“There isn’t even a pool there!”

“But there’s a lake, no?”

Your shoulders slump in defeat. “Naeun, I’m so done,” Naeun relaxes his grip on your wrist when Jeno waves goodbye to everyone once Jihoon takes all his belongings out of the car. She pats your shoulder encouragingly, prioritising herself now that Jeno isn’t around to send her into a loop.

“You’ll be fine, I mean, he’s probably gonna be preoccupied with Jihoon. You probably won’t be able to even interact with him.”

True to her word, everything was fine. You didn’t even have to share an awkward greeting with him in front of everyone to save face and show that you get along well. Your tasks were assigned briefly by Sohee, and everything fit like it was planned to in the trunk of the vans.

You’re sitting in the back seat of one of the vehicles when the door opens and in comes Haechan. You do a mental check and realise that the only seats left are the two available ones next to you; although one was occupied by Juyeon’s massive skincare bag. As you were about to shove the bag in the middle seat and have Haechan sit on the opposite side, the bag was swiftly taken away by the owner himself.

“Ah, we need to make some space here for you to sit.” His sweet smile comes sinister in your eyes, as you see Haechan looking at the place before sparing a glance at you, the first of the day if anyone was keeping count. Not that you were. 

Seeing the caution in your eyes, he goes to settle himself on the opposite side, leaving the middle space empty for your comfort. As Haechan is trying to settle into the car seat, Jihoon takes a moment to glance inside before disappearing for a quick moment and returning with a pool toy, which he promptly hands to his friend.

“There’s no more space at the trunk,” He shoves it even more at Haechan’s side, making the boy tumble and fall into the middle seat instead, his hand coming in contact with yours. As you flinch, you just manage to realize what is happening before Jihoon closes the car door and heads to the passenger seat. Yubin starts the drive, and you find Naeun and Minseok in the middle row, with Naeun looking back at you with concern evident in her eyes.

You try to wave her off the best you can without Haechan realising, but it seems like he’s too preoccupied battling with the inflatable flamingo. “Why don’t you deflate it and inflate it when we get there?” He calls towards the front of the car at his friend.

Jihoon spins around from his seat and tries to look at Haechan through the gaps from the overshadowing pool toy. “This one’s weird, it doesn’t easily inflate again, so might as well just take it there while it’s fully filled. It’s not a tight fit for you two, is it?” 

Haechan gives the toy one more push and it’s angled in the least invasive way, yet his left side is pressed against you, and you can’t help but focus on the contact that his knee makes against yours, as the warmth of his skin travels easier with the skirt you’re wearing. You try your best to not look at the guy next to you, reminding yourself that it's only a two-hour drive, and you can probably try to sleep through most of it.

“No, we’re okay,” You ease Jihoon’s worries, who smiles brightly at you before turning back around.

Tucking yourself against the car, you try to find an angle that's most comfortable for you to fall asleep in, but while you’re shifting around something blankets your legs. When you open your eyes, you see Haechan placing a jacket on your leg. Where did he even pull this out from?

Looking at him, his gaze follows up from his jacket placed on your leg to your face, giving you a light smile as he tries his best to give you space even in the tight fit. Without a word, he folds himself against the flamingo toy and closes his eyes, ready to sleep. You want to thank him for his gesture, but as you see his breathing steady, you instead decide to follow his lead and shut your eyes, careful with his jacket against your legs. Soon, your eyelids begin to drift down, and your breaths become slower and deeper until you eventually slip into a restful sleep.

After what feels like a few hours, you awaken to find the van has stopped moving, and the rest of the club members have already gathered outside. You take the jacket in your hands and stretch your weary legs out before stepping outside, feeling the cool summer breeze against your face. Naeun’s the first person to realise that you’ve stepped out, waving her hand at you and gesturing you to join their circle.

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” She teases when you catch up, bumping her shoulder against yours.

“Alright guys, there are four tents, three of them fitting two people and one fitting three. You can pair up and grab them and set up at this area.” Sohee ticks off things on the clipboard, not taking her eyes off of it as she informs your group. “Try to be done by one, we’ll take a drive down to the village area and have lunch before we take a look around and see if there’s anyone who’s willing to be interviewed.” People have started to gather their bags from around their feet, ready to set up the tents. “And be careful about the space, we don’t want to be too crowded because it’s already hot enough. I know the lake is just a few minutes walk away from here, but refrain fro—”

“Let’s start setting up, yeah?” Yubin claps her hands together, effectively cutting her partner off and letting everyone disperse. 

As you find an area to set up your tent, you’re not even done with hammering in the corners of the tent into the ground before you hear your friend groan. 

"I never imagined they'd make us actually set up our own tents on this trip," Naeun sighs.

"Oh, come on, it's not that hard," you retort. "Besides, it's all part of the experience, isn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that," Naeun laughs.

"Hey, I'm serious! This is meant to be fun," you reply with a smile. As you near the end of your process, you take a moment to look around the camping area. In the middle of a faux circle your tents are making is a general campfire and dock, where most of the snacks and drinks are placed, ready for consumption at later times in the day. Looking at everyone setting up their respective tents, you catch a glimpse of Haechan and Jihoon working diligently. Haechan’s back faces you as he hammers in the corner of his tents to the ground, and you’re only taken away from such a view when Naeun clears her throat.

“I’m innocent,” You don’t even look at her as you say this. Rolling her eyes at your helpless behaviour, your friend turns to the two of them setting up, before feigning a voice of interest. “Oh! Did you guys set up next to us? We’re neighbours now,” Jihoon looks up and smiles cheekily, indulging in your friends' reactions as he starts to talk about how excited he is about the trip. Meanwhile, Haechan merely glances at her, before his eyes shift past her figure and land on you. 

You shift in place at his gaze, meekly lifting a hand to wave hello, unable to think of anything else. A gleaming smile breaks out on his features as the corner of his lips tilts up, laughing at your awkward behaviour. You break eye contact, not wanting to spend another second subjecting yourself to being ridiculed like this. When you do, your eyes fall into the lent jacket folded and perched on top of your bag, a reminder that you’re yet to give it back.

When you and Naeun shove your bags into the tent and zip the entry close halfway, you hear a clap echo from behind you, where Yubin stands in the middle of the dock. 

“Is everyone done? Come around so we can do a quick brief before we go into the village,” When you all circle around her and the other club leader, a quick rundown is given to you of what is to expect when you head down to the village. You will all go around the village as a group, asking the residents about their knowledge of the grasshopper surge and if they’re willing to participate in a form of interview

The drive to the village was less squished as all the items you’ve packed have been unloaded, and you are able to view the beautiful scenery you had missed while asleep on the way here. Soyeon reaches over and tries to point at the best scenery for you to view, while Minseok tries to distract you by claiming to see a cow every few seconds.

You arrive at the village entrance, your windows rolled down to take in the fresh air and appreciate the charming farming fields spread out before you. The trees swing with the light summer breeze, while the shine of the sun highlights the bright-coloured fruits hanging off of the different gardens of each house. The houses are all clustered together, no doubt creating an easy atmosphere for friendliness between neighbours.

As you exit the van, your eyes slowly wander around to take in the sights of the village. Juyeon spots a few kids running around and playing with large hoola hoops, exchanging a friendly smile and wave with them. Both Yubin and Jihoon seem excited to wander around, quickly taking the opportunity to explore the quaint village by walking into the streets.

It’s quiet as you pass by the houses, with the people no doubt staying inside to have a nice lunch while staving off the heat. “I think there’s a good Naengmyeon store just a few minutes walk.” Sohee looks at both her phone and the clipboard alternatively, before starting her journey without a glance behind her. 

As you follow Sohee, you and Naeun walk side by side, taking in the fields and their vacancy. “It’s so serene,” she chimes.

You hum, “It must be so relaxing to live here, even the weather is good,” You stretch your arms out to get a better feel. “If I was living here I wouldn’t have a single complaint. I bet they all must be nice too,” 

“If I lived here,” Jihoon chimes, “I would be one of those old people that walks around with a stick I just found on the ground,” 

“I would live here with you,” Haechan adds with a smile. “Just so I can break your stick and laugh when you fall,” 

Jihoon jokingly goes to wrap his arms around Haechan, who tries to defend himself by delivering jabs into his friend’s waist. Your group laughs at their antics before suddenly being made to take a sharp left.

The quietness that existed two seconds before the turn is now all gone, as you’re met with the bustle of what you assume is the village centre. Market stalls litter around as kids run through their gaps. People gather around shaded decks, fanning themselves with various objects as middle-aged women gossip around. Even the two restaurants are bustling, but when Sohee goes to the one she had previously found, they miraculously provide tables for all nine of you, splitting into groups of four and five.

As fate would have it, you’re seated with Haechan and Jihoon, with the latter too oblivious to the stiff body language you and Naeun now harbour. Haechan provides a tight smile, but his friend goes on about how he’s starving. He calls for the owner of the place and orders your food.

The woman looks to be around sixty years old, and it’s obvious that you’re all thinking the same thoughts; she would be a good candidate to interview. “Anything else,” She jabs when you all silently look at her. 

Jihoon, ever the extrovert, sacrifices himself. “Ah, actually ma’am, I hope this doesn’t sound rude, but how old are you?” You can’t help but wince at his choice of sentence, now looking anywhere but at either one of their directions. Haechan purses his lips while Naeun coughs and goes to cover her face with her hand.

You feel more than hear her anger radiating off of the poor woman, as she shoves her hand into her apron pockets defensively. “My, talk about ‘not wanting to sound rude’,” She mocks. “Might as well ask what my income is, or better yet, the size of my br—”

“Please don’t misunderstand! I was just curious because I’m here to—”

“Just wait for your food and eat it diligently before I decide to kick you out,” Jihoon shrinks back in his seat, nodding his head solemnly. She tsks one more time before sauntering off, groaning and muttering under her breath as she goes.

“That couldn’t have gone any better,” Haechan pats his friend's shoulder, before tucking his chair further away from him, his foot bumping against you in the process. You share brief eye contact, about to share some awkward niceties before Jihoon goes to strangle him, something that occurs constantly it seems. You turn to Naeun, who looks back at you at the same time, with what you guess is the same bewilderment evident in your eyes. You burst out into laughter, leaning into one another as you take in what had happened

When you’ve all licked your bowls clean and had Jihoon semi-formally apologise for offending the lady, the group decided to saunter around the centre in order to find people to interview. 

“Okay, not a hard task.” Yubin looks at the clipboard that Sohee holds in her grasp, turning back to look at all of you. “We just need to be friendly, and boom, interview opportunity. But in case that doesn’t work, let’s have Jihoon-” The boy in question groans, “And Soyeon go around and try to conduct a mini questionnaire. Just simple questions like how long they’ve lived here, what their occupation is, and then find a leeway to ask about the grasshoppers.” Yubin clasps her hands together, and when no one budges, she starts shooing you off. Jihoon and Soyeon, the two clear extroverts of the group walk away, while Minseok starts dragging Juyon in the direction of a doughnut shop he wanted to try. Yubin and Sohee have their own way of handling things, which leaves you with Haechan and Naeun.

Naeun decides to be the icebreaker this time around, as she turns to both Haechan and you. “Yay! We’re our own trio now,” She makes some jazz hands as she says, “Just like old times in the Beehive club,” Your smile turns sour at the mention of the club.

You cross your hands in front of you in thought. “How can we approach someone about this?” You questioned out loud, but Haechan smiled at you before patting a hand on his chest.

“I can charm anyone over the age of fourty-five, it’s a hidden talent of mine. Alongside being able to juggle five things at the same time—”

“—There’s no way you can juggle five things at the same time.”

“... Do you want my help or not?” You and Naeun shove two thumbs up each in motivation before the boy takes a deep breath and starts scanning the area. With the bustle of lunchtime, there are a lot of people going around, some now setting up their dessert market stalls. 

Haechan shoots his chance by going up to a grandpa who walks by, wearing long sleeves and pants to stave off the burn of the sunlight. “Hi, sorry to bother but do you think you would be… interested…” The man kept walking as if nothing had happened, barely blinking when Haechan had come up to him. “Okay, that’s okay. Maybe he was hard of hearing?” As if on cue, the man waves as someone calls his name, going up to them and maintaining a conversation.

Now you have to find someone else. Simultaneously, all of your gazes fall on this one old lady pushing her cart, with a bit of a struggle if the minute movements of the cart are anything to go by.

Haechan makes his way through to her. “Aye, it must be hard for you to carry all of this alone. Let me help you miss,” He flashes his charming smile and you can’t help but find him endearing. In the summer heat, his cheeks look warmer than usual, as the shine of the sun reflects off his skin gleamingly. He looks cute, and you suddenly feel a sort of ache bloom in you.

The grandma squints for a while as she looks up at Haechan’s figure looming over her, and you would too if you were in her position; he’s practically beaming. But when she lifts her hand off of the handles of the carriage, it isn’t to give the boy reign but rather to deliver a hard-hitting smack at his shoulder.

You flinch and Naeun lets out a shocked shriek, as Haechan’s eyes widen, hand coming up to his bicep as he steps back.

“Damn city boy, you’re in my way!” She trudges off, and you all can’t help but look at her retreating back, the ring of her cart mocking your attempts.

It was difficult to try again after those failed attempts (you found it cute as Haechan would pout every now and then while he rubbed at his shoulder), but when Minseok and Juyeon had come back with three successful participants, you had all suddenly felt extremely competitive. 

And so you tried again, and again, and once more. Finally, a lady who was selling tanghulu had asked about your reason for visiting this town, to which she had nodded earnestly when finding out you were here to know more about the grasshopper surge. She later agreed enthusiastically when you had asked with your sweetest voice if she doesn’t mind being interviewed about it, going as far as to invite you to her house.

“Ah, we don’t wanna intrude on your privacy,” You had started shaking your hands about, but the lady merely tched at your behaviour. “Nonsense, if anything, you can do me a favour by coming in and keeping me company,” She gestured at her meek stall, and you couldn’t help but smile sweetly and nod.

With all of the interviews and mini-questionnaires secured, your group popped back into the van and ventured back to your camping grounds. Your village centre trip had taken a few hours to finish, and it was no surprise that by the time you had gone back, it was dark, and you were hungry once more.

Soyeon giggled next to you when she heard your stomach grumble. “I can make a mean shin ramen if you’d like,” You were about to bashfully thank her for offering before Juyeon loudly spoke up.

“You’re hungry too right? See Yubin, we should start the fire and barbeque now!” A bit more whining occurs before the fire pit is finally lit. In the dark of the summer night, a light breeze still comes around now and then. You drape a blanket stolen from your tent over your and Naeun’s legs, sitting on the log as everyone tends to a different part of the camping experience.

Yubin and Juyeon get busy with making the food, while Jihoon crowns himself as the bartender of the night, but instead of mixing drinks he merely passes them around and encourages everyone to take a sip before the food gets ready. Sohee quietly sets up a corner of the circle for smores to be made without risking the marshmallows from catching on fire, and a bit to her left sits Haechan, who sips at his bottle of beer while looking at the fire.

It seems like even the warm tone of the fire compliments his skin a lot, and you can’t help but look in his direction constantly, your eyes not wanting to look away. Naeun drones about a cute bag she had seen in the market earlier in the day, but your eyes are stuck on his features, pouted lips glistening after each sip of his drink, his fingers fiddling with one another against the bottle and then tapping at his knee. 

The sounds around you muffle as you focus on the contrasts of the dark summer night and the orange-yellow flame of the fire against the boy. You feel your stomach fluttering as you come to realise that the nervous feeling you harbour around him is a result of your blooming affection for him. 

Suddenly, you feel a warm gaze on you, and you turn to see Haechan's eyes fixed on you, with a gentle, understanding gaze. Your pulse quickens each moment you lock eyes, and it’s hard to bring yourself out of this reverie.

In the middle of enjoying this blissful moment with him, your heart fluttering and your eyes locked onto his, you startle as you feel someone tap on your shoulder.

You turn around to see Naeun looking at you, a slight frown on her face.

"What's wrong?" You ask her. Naeun shakes her head slightly and looks back in Haechan's direction.

"Have you been noticing Haechan's strange behaviour recently?" She whispers to you. Your brows furrow, but you can’t bring yourself to look at the boy anymore. “What makes you say that?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know, it kinda feels like he’s silently brewing something.” She taps her fingers against her chin as she thinks. “Or maybe I’m just making things up, I need a drink” She shrugs and quickly goes to stand up, heading towards Jihoon’s direction, who beams when your friend asks for a stronger drink.

The night continues with the food getting annihilated less than five minutes of it being cooked, and everyone mixing their spirits just to experience drunken fun quickly. A few impromptu singing sessions occur, and a very terrible round of truth or dare as Minseok decides to make everything hard by saying such as “I dare you to down two shots or give me fifty-thousand won”. No one was pleased with his low blow.

You know it’s time for you to head off to bed when your eyelids start drooping even when everyone is singing at the top of their lungs. You pat Naeun’s knee as you stand up, with her barely noticing as she tries to match her adlibs to the song. 

“I’m gonna head off to bed now,” As she nods back at you, you tuck the blanket back on her knees before shuffling away and towards your tent. Retrieving some things from your bag inside your tent, you hear some shuffling to your left as you head back out. Haechan stands at his tent situated next to yours seemingly calling it a night too as his hands carry his toothbrush and toothpaste.

You’re not sure where you got the confidence to speak first, but Haechan’s soft gaze illuminated by the moonlight eases you. “You’re heading to bed too?”

“Yeah,” He exhales. “I don’t think I can handle two more hours of a Bruno Mars medley. Even I have my limits.” The smile on his face grows as he looks at you, cheeks full of adoration.

As you stand there, a thought tugs at the back of your mind, a memory that you almost missed amidst the camaraderie and laughter earlier. With a sudden realisation, you remember that you still have Haechan's jacket that he lent you earlier. Feeling a little guilty and nervous, you quickly retrieve it from your bag, tugging at the sleeves of the jacket and straightening any creases.

"Actually, speaking of limits," you start, your voice a touch sheepish, "I kind of borrowed your jacket when it got cold. Sorry, I didn't know exactly when I should give it back."

His eyes widen in mock surprise, a playful grin curving on his lips. "You mean you stole my jacket?" he teases, an eyebrow raised.

You roll your eyes playfully. "Borrowed, Haechan. Borrowed."

He chuckles, his gaze dropping to the jacket you're holding out. "Well, I guess I can let you off the hook this time."

You let out a relieved laugh, a weight lifting off your shoulders. Haechan's fingers brush against yours as he takes the jacket from you, his touch lingering and warm against you. His eyes, usually full of mischief, now seem to hold a depth of emotion that you can't quite decipher. The playful smile he wore has softened into something more sincere.

"Thank you," he says, his voice gentle as he folds the jacket over his arm. "But you know, you could have kept it if you wanted to."

Your stomach dips at the implication as you let out a nervous chuckle, fingers fidgeting slightly as you meet his gaze. "I know, but you have to give back what you’ve borrowed,"

He tilts his head, his expression thoughtful. "Well, I'm glad you're honest, even if it's about jacket theft," he says, a hint of a teasing smile returning to his lips.

A comfortable silence settles between you, the tension from before now replaced by a sense of connection that feels even stronger. The distant sounds of the campfire and the rustling of leaves create a soothing backdrop, and when you look at the boy in front of you once more, you’re suddenly brought back to the moment you shared at the festival. 

“I thought you were rejecting me before I could even muster the courage to ask you out.” Was he joking again when he said this? Making some elaborate sick and twisted prank to make you feel better about the bucket of water that wasn’t even his own doing? 

Your curiosity gets the best of you, and when you go to clear your throat and voice your thoughts, Haechan's lips curve into a warm smile. "Well, it's getting late," he says softly, glancing toward his tent. 

You’re momentarily taken aback, now feeling lost on what to say. He takes your silence as a bid, zipping open his tent flaps and toes off his shoes. 

“Wait, Haechan,” Your voice surprises the two of you still, as Haechan looks over his shoulder and back at you with a hum, his eyes scanning your features. 

You shuffle in place, before bringing your hand up and waving at him timidly. “Sleep well,” 

This time, his reaction is different. He purses his lips, as if restraining a more exuberant smile, his eyes glinting with something unspoken. His nod is gentle, and he avoids meeting your gaze directly. "Goodnight, Y/n,"

The following day, after you’ve all washed up and had something to eat, you gather around the cleared dock in a circle once more. 

“Okay, so it seems like we have six willing participants. We’ve decided to split the teams as such,” With the crew only having access to three cameras, and today being the last day you all can visit the village, there will be three pairs conducting video-form interviews on three of the participants, while the rest do a one-on-one interview without any form of digital recording.

“These are the three pairs: Soyeon and Juyeon, you two will interview Mr Choi. Jihoon and Naeun, you’re on the Sim couple, and Haechan and Y/n can go to Mrs Kim,” You try your best to not seem as surprised as you really feel when you look at your partner, who beams back at you playfully.

Naeun raises her hand. “If my partner can’t shut his mouth and let the interviewees speak, do I have permission to smack across his head with the clipboard?”

“By all means,” Sohee replies without hesitation, while Jihoon raises his hand to his head protectively, looking warily at the clipboard that is being passed around to the groups.

X

You all depart at ten in the morning, hopping into the van and leaving your camping sanctuary. Yubin was kind enough to drive each of you to the houses of the interviewees, reminding all of you to meet at the village centre at three p.m. latest for dinner and then a drive back to the camp. 

Looking at the scribble of the address that the lady gave you yesterday (you’re still shocked that she entrusted you with such information) you look at the gate in front of you which sports the same exact numbers. With one simple scan around, you find that there’s only a handle attached to the door to indicate your arrival.

Haechan steps forward and knocks twice, before you hear a slide of a door and a few grunts. “Give me a few seconds, I’m not as agile as I was a few years ago,” Opening the gate, you feel like you’ve been washed anew, as Mrs Kim smiles widely at you two. “Come on it, I prepared some fruits for you two to eat,”

“Oh, Mrs Kim you didn’t have to,”

“Nonsense,” She tchs. “It’s important for you young people to stay healthy.” As you enter, you see the beautiful exterior of her house and a mini deck that adorns the fruits she had mentioned. 

Haechan adjusts the shoulder of the bag filled with equipment, his arm grazing yours briefly. “You have a very lovely estate, Mrs Kim,” He compliments, and his eyes squeeze shut when the woman reaches forward and pinches at his cheek. You can’t help yourself from laughing, as he contains his grunts.

“You flatter me too much young man,” She pats at his cheek once more, and you have to stop yourself from cooing when you see the red tone of his skin before he covers his cheek with his hand, rubbing it as a form of soothing remedy. “I have a few more things to bring. Did you guys have breakfast? Actually, doesn’t matter, even if you did you should eat more. It’s important to stock up on energy early in the morning.”

“Mrs Kim you don’t have t—”

“You guys can set up,” She shuffles back to her house, sliding the door open and shut behind her, gone before you could utter another word. Both of you look at the deck, which has a big bowl of fruits and three cushions for you to sit on.

Haechan is still rubbing at his cheek when he speaks, “I guess we can set up now, you wanna sit at the deck and I’ll adjust the camera?” The two of you work in harmony, with you adjusting the seats in order to achieve the best angle for the camera, while Haehcan looks at the viewfinder and asks you to shift when needed.

When you’re setting up the microphone and your clipboard with the provided questions, Mrs Kim comes back with two lines of kimbap lined on a plate and three sets of cutlery. Haechan lets out a sharp gasp in gratitude while your jaw slackens.

“Thank you, Mrs Kim,” You hum as you look at her, adoration no doubt filled in your irises. She waves shyly at you, before settling down at the cushion you had positioned for her. “Okay, there are a few questions that I have for you here, and it shouldn’t take more than fourty minutes if I don’t have any follow-ups.” You start explaining to her, and you look over at Haechan to check and see if your volume for the microphone is good or not. He gives you a thumbs up and a nod, which prompts you to continue with your debrief. 

“We can take breaks as much as you like, and if there isn’t anything you’re comfortable with answering please tell us. We’re not trying to make you feel bad with this interview, we just want more people to know about this because there isn’t much recorded at the moment,” You list off, not wanting to miss a detail. Situated behind the camera, you miss the way Haechan smiles fondly at your focused expression, but Mrs Kim doesn’t as she lets her gaze flit between the two of you.

“Whenever you’re ready,” You smile at her, and she smiles back before giving you a confirmation.

“Please introduce yourself!” As you ask her question after question, you munch on a few fruits to stave off the heat in the outdoor summer weather. You fill up your cups using the water jug Mrs Kim had brought and subtly shove it to the corner of the deck where it is closest to Haechan, who would try his best to retrieve it with as little disturbance as possible, After thirty minutes, you had only gone through three questions, stuck with asking her follow up questions about her farming and harvesting upbringing with how invested you were. You pause the interview recording as Haechan mutters something about needing the bathroom, and you finally get to dig into the food that Mrs. Kim has prepared for you.

You’re munching on the food when Mrs. Kim asks you a question. “Did you two decide to come here together?”

You cover your mouth with your hand as you speak, “Oh, we’re part of a group at university and our project was to research this topic,” You pour another cup of water for her when you see her reach for the jug. “Which thank you for accepting our offer, it was hard getting someone …” 

She laughs as she waves her hand at you. “The old people in this village are all grumpy because of the heat, don’t take it to heart sweetie,” Haechan struts back outside once more, and tampers with the camera to check the records. He brings it to you and asks about the angle which makes you two fall into a convo about the angles. You pick up a piece of kimbap and offer it to the boy, noticing he hasn’t had anything to eat as of yet.

You miss the fond look Mrs Kim holds, as Haechan shakes his head slightly with his mouth open, before engulfing the food and chewing, mumbling more about the camera settings.

“Mrs Kim, are you alright with changing the angle of the camera so it can focus on you?”

“You two are such a cute couple,” You almost get whiplash from how fast you turn your head to look at her, your utensils almost dropping the piece of strawberry you had picked up.

“Oh,” Haechan starts, and you’re not sure if the rouge colour of his cheeks is due to the sun or something else. “We’re—”

“And you’re such a gentleman too,” She gestures at Haechan before picking up an uncut fruit and peeling it. “I have five children, and a dozen of grandchildren. One of the younger ones is around the same age as you, so you remind me a lot of him.” She reminisces, and you can’t bring yourself to correct her statement when she gives you another piece of anecdote. “Although it’s been some time since I’ve seen them, I hope the next time I do they’ve grown as handsome and as kind as you are,” 

Haechan grows flustered as he occupies himself with a bite of a fruit, before developing a sudden tenderness. He saunters up to his side and holds his arms wide for a hug, which the woman grows mockingly agitated with, before accepting it. He whines cutely, “Mrs Kim, you can’t go all soft on me with no warning,” He rubs at her shoulder gently. “If you’d like, I’m more than happy to come back again to visit you, in exchange for your world-class food,” He receives a soft smack on the shoulder before bursting into laughter, and you can’t help but feel a sense of adoration at his words.

“You’re only gonna be a nuisance at my side,” She grunts when Haechan goes back next to you, plopping himself down to indulge more in the food. “I’ll let you visit me only if you bring your lovely girlfriend too,”

You start coughing on the grape you were munching on, as Haechan tuts at you and gives you a glass of water. Gulping it down, you stop yourself from having another fit when Haechan says, “I’ll bring my lovely, precious girlfriend with me too. Promise,”

Your interview with Mrs Kim was done three hours after your arrival, as you left with a full stomach and a massive hug from the sweet woman.

“Have a safe trip back,” She waves, and you and Haechan navigate your way through the neighbourhood and towards the village centre.

Haechan gives a wistful sigh. “What a sweet lady, I thought every person over the age of sixty wanted to run us over in this town,” 

“I think they just wanted to run you over.” You comment and are met with a light shove to your shoulder with his, a playful grin dancing on his lips. "Me? Come on, I'm nothing but a bundle of charm and charisma," he retorts while he stretches his arms out.

"Sure, if you say so," you reply with a smile, feeling the warm sensation before settling low in your stomach again.

As you both navigate through the village centre, the quaint streets bathed in the warm hues of the sun, Haechan's tone becomes a touch more serious. "You know, spending time with Mrs Kim was really nice," he admits, his expression softening.

You nod in agreement. "Absolutely. She's such a sweetheart. The way she talks about the village and its history, you can tell how much she loves it."

"True," Haechan agrees, his gaze distant for a moment before focusing back on you. "It's heartwarming to see how deeply connected she is to this place."

As you stroll along the cobbled path, a comfortable silence settles between you. The serene atmosphere of the village combined with Haechan's presence makes it feel like you're in a different world altogether, a world where worries and uncertainties can be set aside, even if only temporarily.

Eventually, the village begins to fade into the background as you approach your destination. With the fading light, the sounds of the evening grow softer, and you find yourselves in a quiet corner by the riverbank.

Haechan glances at you, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "You know," he begins, his tone softer now, "I’m glad you were my partner for today."

You meet his gaze, a warm smile forming on your lips as you feel heat gather at your cheeks. "Yeah, it was fun." You cut yourself off short, scared that if you keep talking you’ll say more than you’d want to.

He grins, a hint of his mischievousness returning. "And who knows, maybe next time Mrs Kim will have some more matchmaking plans for us," he says, his eyebrows wiggling playfully. You laugh, shaking your head at his antics, but feel a nervous flip in your stomach. 

Before you can overthink and pick his words apart, you hear a honk from behind as a car drives up to the both of you. Yubin rolls down the window, gleaming at you from behind the wheel. “Great! You guys are done too, we were about to come pick you up. You guys had something to eat already?” You both nod your heads, now uncertain of Yubin’s enthusiasm.

“Perfect, because we aren’t heading to the centre for lunch anymore.” She tilts her head back to the van, urging you to get in. “We’re heading to the waterfall!”

It turns out that the man Yubin had been interviewing alone had mentioned a picturesque waterfall just a short drive from the town. The location came complete with a restaurant situated slightly downstream, but what had truly captured his nostalgic sentiment was his recollection of summers spent there during his youth. While she tells you all this, you don’t notice the passage of time. It's only when the car slows to a stop and Jihoon emerges from the trunk, his inflatable flamingo in tow and already sporting swim trunks, that you realize how far you've journeyed.

"Wait, are we actually going swimming?" Juyeon asks, his voice laced with surprise as Jihoon confidently strides towards the water, each step creating playful splashes. Sohee looks ahead at the water and Jihoon, expression blank once more. “We brought a few towels, some of them finished early so we drove back to the site and grabbed some things.” She shrugs her cardigan off, revealing her swimsuit from underneath. “You don’t have to swim if you don’t want to,” And she steps into the water, trailing behind Jihoon.

Naeun, who was one of the lucky ones to have finished early, is also wearing her swimsuit and is now trying to persuade you to join. “Just dip your feet in, you’re already wearing shorts! I brought some slippers for you too,” When she sees that you’re not budging, she huffs at your stubbornness before heading in. Even Miseok, who was fully clothed, went ahead and emerged himself into the water, squealing about the cold of the water.

You sigh in thought, looking down at your cladded feet, contemplating whether you should go in or not. You do feel the sweat built up from the whole day's work disappearing in the presence of the cold waterfall, but the body of water looks more and more tempting as droplets land at your feet, courtesy of Naeun and Soyeon declaring war against Minseok and drowning the guy with splashes of water, their laughter ringing through the air. Yubin clings to Sohee’s waist as she twirls her around in the water, and Haechan tries to coax Juyeong into making Jihoon sink by toppling him over the flamingo.

You sit by the edge of the water, your feet dangling in the cool stream, watching your friends enjoy themselves. Haechan, ever the observer, notices your conflicted expression. His eyes meet yours, and he saunters over with that signature mischievous grin that never fails to stir something in your chest.

“You coming in?” voice tinged with playful curiosity, he gets out to stand next to you, tousled hair dripping and his sun-kissed skin glistening. His shirt clings to his form, and it takes all of your willpower to look away from the dip in his waist. 

“I don’t know, I’m still thinking…” The cold water looks exceptionally inviting, but you wouldn’t have a change of clothes, and you’re not sure if the white t-shirt you adorn would help in not exposing you. 

“Hmm, I mean, you had a bucket of water dunked on you once, right?” He circles behind you as he says this. “So this time it shouldn’t be too bad,” Before you can turn to look at him and decipher what he means, you feel strong arms circle around your waist before you’re being trudged forward, a startled laugh escapes your lips as he carries you toward the water.

"H-Haechan, wait!" you protest, a mix of laughter and uncertainty in your tone.

He pays no heed to your objections, stepping in more and more into the cold and refreshing water. As the water reaches his waist, he takes another step forward, your laughter mingling with the splashes around you. The initial shock of the cold water is soon replaced by a rush of exhilaration as he swings you left and right quickly.

"See?" he grins at you when you turn to look at him, the playful spark in his eyes impossible to ignore. He takes another step forward, wanting to get the both of you close to the rest, but his foot gets caught momentarily as he leans forward more, making you squeal as you’re faced with your death for a few seconds.

Fortunately, you don’t fall in face first, as Haechan gathers himself just in time. His arms are gripped tighter around your waist, as he tries to fully regain his balance by grounding himself into you. You feel his chest against your back, and if it weren’t for the cool stream of water whizzing past your body, you would’ve been burning up.

“You almost killed us both,” Haechan loosens his hold around you as you say this, gently turning you around to face him instead, your grip going back to his forearm. Nothing could have prepared you for the view you’re met with, a smile gleaming across Haechan’s face, carefree and unfiltered as he revels in the summer sun and the cool water from the waterfall and riverbank. He looks like the embodiment of summer, and you’re slowly finding yourself wanting to bask in his light.

His smile slowly fades as his eyes start looking across your face, taking in your features one by one, from the corners of your eyes to the shine of the sun against your cheeks, and lastly your lips. You feel your breath hitch, the only thing grounding you being the grip you hold on the Haechan’s forearms, while his hands hover over your waits, before gently getting a hold on them, his fingers squeezing deftly. You’re not quite sure if you’re intently focusing in on his face, or if he’s slowly leaning in, but before you can figure out the air that hangs between the two of you, a deafening screech sounds in front of you, and in that suspended moment, your instincts kick in. Your arms reflexively rise to cushion the impact, and Haechan's body collides with yours. 

For the second time this afternoon, you close your eyes as you brace yourself for impact, the world briefly becomes a blur of sensations. The water is just deep enough to soften your fall, but you know the skidding of the pebbles under your feet would inflict some sort of pain. Neither of you gets to find your footing this time round, as you fall into the water, refreshing coolness sliding down on you before engulfing the two of you.

As the world comes back into focus, you find yourself near Haechan once again, his laughter bubbling through the water. His mischievous grin is evident even underwater, and it's easy to imagine the triumphant sparkle in his eyes.

"You really can't catch a break today, huh?" he teases, his words echoing through the water.

You can't help but let out a laugh. "You could say that." Haechan surfaces beside you, water cascading from his hair, his wet shirt clinging to his form once more. As you two recover, you look up and towards the direction of the commotion that happened to send Haechan and you toppling over. There you see Minseok, a look of uncertainty cast on his face before it falls to a cheeky grin, his face stretching almost uncomfortably.

"Guess I misjudged the distance," Minseok calls out, his tone light as he shrugs his shoulders. Your brows furrow, but you don’t say anything when Haechan playfully splashes water in Minseok's direction. "Nice aim! You almost gave us a heart attack and had us follow the stream,” He points towards the flow of the water starting from your feet, and looking down at your soaked-through shirt you realise that you’re more exposed than what you had planned.

Haechan’s gaze catches on you crossing your arms over your shoulders, a weak attempt of you trying to cover yourself. Quickly scanning the bags and mats huddled together just on the floor next to the waterfall, he gently offers his hand for you to take, swishing through the currents and stepping out, helping you do the same before he grabs the only available towel he could find, wrapping it around your shoulders.

“There,” He pats your sides, helping you to dry. Your heart warms at his gesture, smitten eyes looking at his while he looks anywhere but directly at you.

People start getting out slowly too, some grumbling about being hungry from not having a chance to eat before coming to swim. When everyone grabs a towel, you realise that Haechan is the only one left without one. Everyone’s too busy tending to themselves to notice, and you see a faint shiver coarse through his body, the cold of the water relentless even in the heat of the summer.

You shoulder off your towel, handing it to him without saying much. He looks at your extended hand and you know he’s about to refuse when he sports a sheepish and teasing smile, ready to refute your attempts by making some sort of joke out of it, or claiming you need it more.

Somehow, you know that he won’t give in until you also have a towel or something similar to help you, so you decide to do something else. You place one end of the towel around his right shoulder, and you see him open his mouth to voice his protest, but his voice dies in his throat when you stick yourself by his left shoulder, wrapping the other end of the towel around yourself too. He looks at you incredulously, and you’re sure now that teh heat on your cheeks can’t be blamed on the heat of the weather anymore.

You try to will away your flustered expression, now refusing to meet his eye. “You wouldn’t take the towel, so I had to make do,” You mutter, now feeling somewhat ridiculous for your attempt at wanting him to use the towel. Haechan, having never met with this side of yours, gets a bit giddy as he grins widely at you, reaching out from under the jacket to pinch at you. You smack away his hand, before muttering something about wanting to find Naeun, separating yourself from the towel and quickly stepping away.

Back at the campsite, everyone takes turns rinsing off and helping to prepare for tonight's round of food. Although most of the drinks that Jihoon had brought were dwindling to a finish, he pulls out an extra bottle of emergency vodka, preparing shots for everyone to have. 

As Jihoon’s tactics of making everyone drink to get drunk don’t go through, he tries something that never fails. “Okay, we’re playing never have I ever, and for every one finger you put down you have to take a shot,” Yubin immediately bites, saying “Never have I ever been named ‘Sohee’,”

Sohee's reaction is swift and accompanied by an indignant glare. Without missing a beat, she reaches for a shot glass and downs the vodka, setting it down with a determined clink. Jihoon grins, clearly delighted by the engagement he's sparked. "Only Yubin can pull something like that and not get torn in half,"

But Sohee doesn’t back down easily. “Never have I ever cut my own bangs,” Yubin purses her lips from laughing, lowering one finger as she looks at her shot glass in shame before downing it. A few other people drink too, with Haechan laughing at Jihoon who takes a hard-hitting shot.

“Why would you cut your bangs?” Naeun questions Jihoon as he recovers from the taste of vodka. “Sometimes times are tough,” 

Haechan scoffs. “He saw a video of a guy thirst trapping and the girl he liked at the time had liked it. So he thought a haircut would be a quick fix,” Jihoon scowls at being called out so easily. Before he could strike back with a question, Minseok suddenly speaks up.

"Never have I ever accidentally spilled a secret that wasn't mine to spill," Minseok announces, his eyes locking onto Haechan's with a knowing glint. The question lands like a playful challenge, drawing amused glances and ripples of laughter from the group. Haechan's expression shifts from surprise to a grin, lifting a shot glass and downing it seamlessly. Your eyes catch on the side of his face as he tilts his head back, throat bobbing lightly as he downs the drink, and amid all the ruckus and noise of the group, you can’t help but find his expression hot.

Not right now, you can’t start salivating in the middle of a friendly gathering and so you turn to look away. Your gaze instead catches on Minseok, and his once playful expression has suddenly faded into a displeased one, as he pushes his glasses back up his nose bridge. You grow confused at his sudden shift of mood, but before you can further contemplate anything, Naeun shrieks at a question that Soyeon had asked bringing you back to the group.

The game shifts into story time, as people talk about how they’ve broken bones to the times they were caught masturbating. You can’t help but grimace at Juyeon’s story of how the person he was with had kicked out his pet cat from the room only for her other cat to pop out of the closet, as she cooed at her pet not even a full minute after they finished. 

Someone reaches for a bottle of water and finds that the ones on the deck are all empty. “I’ll get some more from the van,” You volunteer, standing up and dusting yourself off. Yubin’s temple is resting against Sohee’s shoulder as she slurs, “Take s’meone witchu... Bottles heavy..” You glance around only to be met with Naeun excitedly asking Juyeon to tell her more about his embarrassing moments so she can exchange with him, while the rest egg him on. Your attention shifts to Haechan, his eyes already fixed on yours. With a subtle tilt of your head away from the campfire, a surge of confidence courses through you as you invite him to join you. 

The walk to the van is quiet, save for the crunch of your shoes and sandals against the floor, as you look at the sky and the trees, anywhere but at him now that he’s actually by your side. 

Haechan's voice breaks the silence, soft. "Was it fun for you so far?"

You turn your gaze to him, offering a small smile. "Yeah, I’m glad to have gotten away like this before the exams start up again." Subconsciously, you start treading closer to him, your shoulder now brushing against his every other step you take. “But I don’t think I can go to another social gathering until next year,”

He chuckles, a sound that seems to meld seamlessly with the night's tranquillity. "Tell me about it. Minseok’s been on a mission this whole trip, hasn't he?"

You nod, the playful note in his voice helping to ease the tension that had briefly gripped the atmosphere. “Your title is gonna be revoked soon if you don’t watch out,” 

You arrive at the van, and you feel the weight of the key in your pocket, but you can’t bring yourself to fish it out, as you now stand face-to-face with Haechan. Even with the sun’s shine bringing out the warmth and glow in him, you’re just as mesmerised during the night, the moonlight turning him blurry at the edges, and you can feel yourself softening even more. 

You’re brought back to the festival when Haechan had pulled you away and continued to laugh at you for being mad at him for pulling a prank on you. You’re still not entirely sure if he isn’t to blame, but that’s the last thing on your mind as you recall his words. “I thought you were rejecting me before I could even muster the courage to ask you out.”

He’s right in front of you again, looking at you patiently, gaze slowly flitting over your features, from your eyes to your cheeks, at your hair and fleetingly at your lips when you go to speak.

"Hey, about what you said earlier…” you begin, your voice steady but tinged with a hint of uncertainty as your hands fidget with one another. “Back at the festival, about asking me out,"

His eyes meet yours, searching for something in your expression. He seems to hold his breath, waiting for your words to unfold.

"Was that just... you know, another one of your jokes?" you ask, your tone light yet inquisitive. 

Haechan's eyebrows knit together for a moment, a hint of surprise in his eyes as if he didn't expect you to bring up the topic, not like this. He then lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "No, I wasn't joking," he says, his voice gentle but earnest.

His second confession hangs in the air between you, a mixture of emotions swirling beneath the surface. You feel your heart racing, your mind racing even faster. Your next words are caught in your throat, wondering if now is the time.

“I…” But Haechan’s anything if patient and kind, as he steps closer and gently clasps your hand in his, both of your gazes falling on your now linked hands before travelling up to your faces. “I really like you,” You breathe, and your gaze zeroes in on his plush lips. “And I really want to kiss you now,”

Your cheeks heat up at your sudden bluntness, but a tender smile graces Haechan’s features and he takes a step closer. Your hands remain linked, his touch warm and reassuring against your palm. His head tilts a bit, breath mingling with yours as his eyes fall to look at your lips, gaze growing hooded in the dark of the night.

His lips meet yours gently, the plush skin enveloping you, and all you can feel and hear is him. The summer breeze and the crickets chirping now fades away, as you feel his fingers clasped through yours and the brush of his nose against you. He separates slightly, pulling back as he slowly opens his eyes, but you’re barely done.

Panic overtakes his features when you let go of his hand, but then it's replaced with a look of surprise when you quickly but gently clasp his face in your hands, leaning in and kissing him once more. He can’t help the slight smile that urges to overtake his features, but he grounds himself by clasping your waist, pulling your body closer to his. He pecks your lips, again and again, his palms squeezing your waist deftly, as if he can’t get enough. Your arms link around his shoulders when he pushes himself closer to you, shifting from caring pecks to heated kisses, pushing you two closer together. 

Finally, when the soft breeze doesn’t help fight the heat, you separate from each other, but your bodies are still intertwined. You rest your forehead against his collarbone and he smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist now.

“Fuck,” You mutter, “Why was that so good?” He chuckles at your words, kissing the side of your head that’s still buried in his chest.

“Yeah?” He mumbles into your hair, and it takes all of your willpower to not collapse right then and there at his hot tone. “Can’t wait to show you more then,” He pecks at your cheek lightly before stepping back and towards the van, and you can’t help but silently mourn the loss of his touch.

When you get back to the campfire and sit next to Nauen, she comments on how warm your body is.

“Of course my body is warm, it’s summer. Did you forget?” Naeun looks at you with one of her eyes squinted shut, the other barely open as she tries analysing you through her drunken state.

“You’re right, I did forget. I just thought Haechan kissing you would’ve made yo—“ You smack your hand on her mouth as your wide eyes scan across the deck, scared that other people have caught on to her words. Naeun and her damn mouth, and really accurate drunk guesses.

After looking around, you’re relieved to find that everyone’s too busy with their own activities. Your eyes fall on Haechan, who must’ve felt your gaze as he quickly glances towards you, sending a wink and an air kiss. You roll your eyes, looking away quickly so he misses the fondness that overtakes your features.

Naeun leans on your shoulder as you two look at the blank space that once had your shared tent. 

“I’ll miss this place,” She sniffles, and you can’t help but scoff. 

“You were complaining just twenty minutes ago about how gross this trip made you feel.”

“Maybe the cleanliness of camping is the friends we made along the way,” She loses her footing when you move away from her, making her lose her position from being perched on you. Going to the van where everyone’s huddled at, you help give some of the items to be fitted into the truck.

Rubin tucks a strand of hair that’s sticking out from Sohee’s hair as the latter reads off of the clipboard in her hand. “Okay, everyone has their bearings?” Jihoon shuffles in with his flamingo plushie. “Wait, let me deflate this quickly and shove it at the back,”

“No!” You exclaim, and everyone looks at you with your sudden outburst. Without the flamingo, you wouldn’t have an excuse for wanting to squeeze closer to Haechan as you sit next to each other. You quickly gather yourself, clearing your throat and trying to seem nonchalant. “Uh, I mean like, don’t deflate it now. It’ll be hard to inflate it again.” You look away as you gesture your hand around. “There’s space at the back of the van anyway.”

You catch Haechan’s gaze, who is now covering his mouth with his hand to not burst out with laughter. Jihoon looks at Yubin with confusion, before the team leader shrugs, gesturing for the flamingo to fit into the van. When everyone shuffles into the van, Jihoon hands you the flamingo, which you happily grasp and tug at your left side, as you sit in the middle. Haechan fits himself at your right side, and you try your best to avoid Naeun’s suspicious yet knowing glare.

When the van roars to life, so does conversation between everyone, as Jihoon plays music through the aux cord, providing some background music. Now that you’ve achieved your goal of having Haechan sit next to you, you don’t know what to do, settling into your seat with the inflatable flamingo cradled in your arms. His thigh pressed against yours as the two of you relaxed back into your seats, and you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on anything but the warmth seeping through the fabric of your clothes, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

As you steal a glance at Haechan, you find him already looking at you, a playful glint in his eyes and a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. You can never win.

He seems to find amusement in your flustered state, a knowing look passing between you as if sharing a secret language. And just when you expect him to tease you, he instead offers you an airpod of his (which you’re thankful for, you don’t know what suffices as an excuse for oggling him the way you did).

"Here," he says, his voice a soft undertone amidst the conversations. You're momentarily taken aback by his gesture, your fingers brushing against his as you accept the earbud. 

It’s when you’re in the middle of choosing which decade of music to listen to when Minseok turns around and is met with your bickering. Naeun joins in, a smile on her lips as she enjoys the banter between you and Haechan.

Then, Minseok's voice cuts through the chatter, posing a question that catches you off guard. “Did you forgive him after his prank?” It takes a moment for you to realize that it’s directed at you. You glance between Naeun and Haechan, uncertain of how to respond to his unexpected query.

Quick to step in, Naeun's voice rises above the background noise as she takes charge of the situation. “The water bucket? Haechan wasn't behind that one,” Minseok now looks at Naeun with a confused tilt. 

"But he was, right? I remember he was on his way to class and turned back at the last minute." 

It’s now your turn to be confused. “How did you know he was heading to class then?” You see a bit of colour drain from his face as you ask him, and before he can say anything, Juyeon and Soyeon call for his attention, giving him an escape from the conversation.

A glance is exchanged between you, Haechan, and Naeun, a silent agreement passing between you all. Naeun waves off the topic, assuring you with a casual gesture. "Don't worry about it for now. Let's get back to what we were doing." With that, she turns her attention back to the ongoing activities, allowing you to enjoy your privacy once more.

As you listen to the calming music he plays, you lay your head on his shoulder, finding solace in the rhythmic hum of the van's journey. His voice drifts into a lively monologue about his evolving music preferences over the years—tales of the artists he favoured in his younger days and those who currently capture his admiration. You can’t help but feel warm as he tells you personal anecdotes of listening to his parents’ karaoke sessions, and how his mum especially used to love singing.

Watching him speak animatedly,  a wave of endearment washes over you. Pouting as he sometimes speaks and moving his hands when he wants to emphasise a point, The surge of fondness overwhelms you and you let your urges take over, nipping lightly at his shoulder, not knowing how else to assert the cute aggression you feel so suddenly.

“What—” Haechan claps his hand over the spot you playfully bit, his mock protest making you roll your eyes at his dramatics. “That hurt!”

“It wasn’t even that hard! My teeth barely caught on.” You cross your arms. He suddenly wraps one arm around your shoulder, hand bumping against the barely alive flamingo as he pushes you closer to him. “Don’t go soft now. I didn’t say I didn’t like it. But just be careful now,” He leans into your ear, lips grazing your skin as he whispers. “I like biting too. Sometimes hard enough to leave a mark,” 

You glare when he parts from you. “Is that a threat?” 

He tilts his head in thought. “A threat for a good time? Maybe,”

You would be lying if you said the trip didn’t change anything. Naeun has been relentless, asking you every time she sees you smiling if it’s because of Haechan.

“You never smile for any other reason,” She barely misses the pillow that’s flung in her direction.

But as you return back, you’re suddenly met with your responsibilities you had momentarily forgotten about, as deadlines creep up. You’re only either at your classes, the library, at work or at home. So you don’t get to see Haechan, but you do text, which gives Naeun reasons to tease you. It hurts you to say that she’s right about you smiling because of him, so instead you deflect and threaten to spill the beans on her crush on Jeno. That stopped her for two weeks, and that’s all the time you needed to focus on your studies.

As everyone’s assignments and exams come to an end, a flurry of parties and gatherings are held, and people are ready to let loose before dispersing once the holidays start. 

And so here you are, at the first party of the week, taking shots with Naeun as if they’re water. Usually, one of you would opt to be just a bit more coherent and sober than the other, just to make sure no one makes any mistakes they’ll regret later; but the exams were hard-hitting this semester, and what else do you talk about the day after these parties if not your fuck-ups?

It’s Sunwoo’s house that you’re raiding, and Naeun has somehow convinced the host to give them unlimited shots as compensation for when he made her talk about Haehcan’s prank.

“You really hold grudges don’t you?” He says as she pours you two another round, almost missing your cups with how much he’s also had himself. She giggles as he says this before her expression falls as he looks at him with a scowl. “Say that again and I’ll show you what a real grudge looks like,” 

The night continues to be rowdy, as go around dancing to the music that’s being blasted and you stumbling yourselves into a game of truth or drink, where you would drink even with questions you were okay with answering. You’re now plastered to a couch, unable to move as your body feels unnaturally heavy.

“You know,” Naeun hiccups. “I love you, like, so much. You fucking bitch.” She slurs, tapping her hand against the couch in an attempt to find your hand. She gives up after three taps, hiccuping once more. 

You nod against the back cushion of the couch. “I love you too, but,” You blink open your eyes, wanting to look at your best friend as you say this. “I just want you to know that you’re deserving of so much love.” You also try to move your hand to find hers, but you quickly realise that you can’t even find where your hand is.

So you keep going. “Soo much love. And the fact that you’re still single? Crime, jail immediately,” Naeun starts tearing up, because she gets emotional easily after three shots. “You’re so right, like, how long has it been since I’ve had my back blown?”

You shake your head, “Not even that, you deserve someone who’s into puppy play as much as you are. You know what?” Somehow finding some strength, you push yourself up and place your hands on her shoulders to steady yourself, wanting to gaze into her eyes as you say this. “You deserve Jeno and you should confess to him; he would be a psychotic maniac to not want to date someone as hot and as pretty as you are.” You miss catching the tears falling from her face, but you don’t need to do much, as her expression contorts from sadness to realisation.

“You’r—” She hiccups briefly. “So right. You’re so right. You know what? I’m gonna go and confess now,” Naeun’s willpower comes back in full force, as she suddenly stands up, posture straight like never before. You’re flung off of her as she does this, collapsing onto the couch, not yet having found the same energy she has mustered. 

You’re not sure if your cry of good luck reached your friend’s ears from where you’re squished against the couch, but you can’t bring yourself to care as grogginess starts to take over, your eyes barely staying open even in the rowdiness of the party.

You feel yourself fall asleep just a bit, but are brought back to the lights and music of the party when you feel a gentle tap against your forearm. Opening your eyes, you’re met with Haechan’s crouched form as he smiles fondly at you, eyes scanning your face.

“You okay?” He asks, and you give him your best smile and a thumbs up. 

“Never... Never better.” You reach out your hand, wanting to have some sort of contact with the boy in front of you. “Actually, I’m way better now that Haechan is here,” 

Haechan’s smile widens into a grin, as he sees you flailing your hand around his general direction. “Haechan is happy that he’s here. Come one, let’s get you to sit up.” He clasps your hand in his, before gently lifting you from your horizontal position. You lean towards him, wanting to bask in his presence more, but he hums at you, urging you to sit back. Your face makes contact with the back cushion of the couch once more, and you can’t help the pout that sports your face. With your ears no longer buffered, the loud noise from the party rushes back to you at full force.

“It’s so loud here,” You murmur, squeezing Haechan's hand, to which he responds with a gentle squeeze of his own “So loud, ‘s annoying. Everyone’s annoying, but you, and Naeun is wetting her dick right now,” You don’t even care if your words are coherent or not, and judging by Haechan’s warm gaze, it doesn’t seem like he cares either.

He cups one side of your face, covering your ear from the ruckus of the party while having you look at him. “You wanna go home, baby?” 

You struggle just a bit to find his gaze, but smile at him anyway, pressing a gentle kiss against the palm of his hand that’s cupping your face. “Baby...yeah, wanna go home.” He pulls his hand back at your agreement, pecking his lips at the same spot you kissed him, before helping you to your feet. "Alright then, let's get you out of here."

[SATURDAY; 2:46 AM]

haechan <3: hope youre okay

haechan <3: drink lots of water when you wake up

[SATURDAY; 11:03 AM]

you: i wanna hibernate my life away

haechan <3: aw dont do that

haechan <3: maybe try a panadol first?

you: i will now

you: thank you for last night 🤍my prince charming

haechan <3: yours? 

you: ..

you: anyways.

you: how can i repay u :( 

haechan <3: dont gotta repay me for anything

you: let me have this one 

haechan <3: if you insisttttt

haechan <3: come over to mine tmr

you: how would i be repaying u that way??

haechan <3: i get to see your pretty face

you: 😐

haechan <3: ik you’re kicking ur feet rn

you: stop stalking me omg

You shuffle on your feet as you wait for Haechan to come to the door, feeling a bit stiff as you stand in the hallway of the apartment he lives in. When you had used the excuse of not wanting to annoy his roommates by coming over, he had attempted to reassure you that you won’t need to worry, because they won’t be here. 

The keyword is attempted. You feel far from reassured that it’ll just be the two of you for the rest of the day, afraid that the freedom of being home alone with him would lead to your mind jumping to places you’re not sure about. 

As you fidget in the hallway, your mind races with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You've spent time with Haechan in various places, but this is the first time you'll be alone together, let alone in his apartment. The possibilities and implications of this newfound privacy make your heart race.

Finally, the door swings open, and Haechan stands there with a welcoming smile. He's dressed casually, the hem of his white t-shirt hanging just at the waist of his grey sweatpants. "Hey, come in." he greets, strolling aside to let you in. Stepping in, you can’t help but let your eyes wander around, curious about the space he lives in. You’re surprised to find it in a messy-clean state— there are no stains or food scattered around, but there are many things clustered upon one another, as if either Haechan or his two roommates, Renjun and Jeno, were too lazy to put them away or thought they might need it in the near future.

He sees you scanning his living space and starts scratching at his neck in embarrassment. “Ah, I thought we could just hang out in my room, that’s why I didn’t make an effort to clean here..” He points back towards his room, and you feel shame bubble in you when your mind wanders. Maybe he just didn’t want to mess with his friends’ belongings scattered in the living room. Or maybe he wanted you in his room and on his bed.

Before you can dwell too much on those thoughts, you offer a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, it's totally fine," you say, doing your best to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies in your stomach. "Your room sounds great." 

He smiles at you warmly, before gently reaching forward and holding your hand in his, pulling you towards his kitchen. He pops open a cupboard, and in you see an abundance of snacks. “Wanted you to pick anything you like,” He chuckles when he sees your amazed appearance. “We spend, like, seventy percent of our monthly grocery funds on these things,” He grabs a few snacks to his liking, urging you to pick your faves too. Afterwards, you shuffle behind him towards his room, which you can’t help but study again. A single candle emits a soft, warm glow on his desk, and a few pillows, seemingly borrowed from the couch, are arranged neatly on his bed. You can’t help but feel warm at the prospect that he had gone out of his way to clean his room like this for you.

Heading towards his bed, you place the snacks down at the bedside table, curiously glancing around at Haechan as he roams around, switching on the TV that’s mounted opposite his bed, sitting at the edge of his bed where his laptop sits, trying to connect his streaming service. “Is there anything you want to watch?”

You hum in thought, “I’m fine with anything.” You settle at the edge of his bed, feeling a bit unsure of where to sit. Once Haechan puts a movie on, he smiles at your awkward demeanour, fiddling with your fingers as you look at his bedsheets. He goes up to the headboard of his bed and pats the space next to him, signalling for you to join him. Smiling at his initiative, you take a seat next to him, getting more comfortable against the pillows when he wraps his arm behind your back, sinking back into the pillows. 

You truly did try your best; you looked at the subtitles and read them along with the voices of the actors on the screen, and tried to encapture the scenes and backgrounds, but you couldn’t, for the life of you, fully focus on the movie. Not with the warm contact that is spread at your back, your shoulders pressed against Haechan. It also doesn’t help that your eyes travel to the ripple of the fabric of his sweatpants when he readjusts himself to a more comfortable position, or that you envision his soft grunts of moving around as something else whispered deeper into your ear.

It doesn’t seem like you’re good at keeping your feelings at bay, though. Haechan playfully squeezes your side after noticing you lost in thought, your gaze lingering on the tantalizing glimpse of skin between his shirt and waistband. “Is the movie too boring?” Your eyes snap up to his face, now feeling a mix of shame and guilt for letting your mind travel elsewhere.

“No! It’s just…” You trail off as you try racking your brain for an excuse. “Sorry, was jus’ thinking.” You feel another squeeze at your side, and if you were standing at this very moment your knees would’ve given out on you. You find it unfair that he’s able to do all this and drive you up the wall so easily.

He hums at your words before his gaze goes back to the movie playing. You almost scoff at his indifference, but also go back to looking at the TV. Two can play that game.

But you fall short once more when you feel him squeeze your waist once more, this time with his finger sleeping under your shirt, his pinky in contact with your skin. You can feel your heart racing and your palms getting sweaty. You try to tame yourself, to appear calm and composed, but deep down you know you can't help it.

You let your hand drop casually on his thigh, turning yourself to lean more into his body, trying to gauge his reaction. But he remains unfazed, expression unchanged as he merely adjusts himself slightly to accommodate for your new position. You decide to take it a step further, subtly squeezing your body against his, making sure to somehow slot your boobs against him, wanting him to feel more of you.

This guy's got a thick skin, you think, his demeanour as unyielding as ever. He doesn't show that your touch gets to him as he looks at you shifting closer to him. But if you look closely, there's a little twinkle in his eyes, a quick hint that suggests you're getting to him. 

"Can I hug you?" he asks, his voice a mix of curiosity and anticipation. He chuckles, clearly amused by your eagerness as you nod your head, and wraps both of his arms around your waist. You take this opportunity to finally feel more of him, and give him something to be distracted with. You straddle his thigh, accepting his embrace as you slot your head at his collarbone.

His hands stiffen at your back, no doubt from feeling the heat of your body against his so suddenly, but he doesn’t let anything else on, as he starts to stroke your lower back, now cooing at you. “What’s got your pretty head all occupied, hmm?”

You hate how easily he’s able to pin this on you, his hands against you and his words whispered in your ear making you feel hot all over. Another soft squeeze of his fingers at your side reminds you of his question, and you feel shame climb up your spine before you’ve even uttered your answer.

“You,” pulling back from him, you look directly at him when you say this, voice almost breathless. You feel his thigh against your core covered by your shorts, and you hope the light press of your heat against him goes unnoticed. “My heads full of you, has been. Thought about you, about this,” The drive of your hips against his leg is now done with purpose, as you feel him stiffen at your boldness, almost making you whimper when you rut down. “Can’t stop thinking about you,”

He lets out a soft sigh when you ground your hips against him again, brows furrowed as he looks at your desperate state. You see a blush spread across his cheeks and creep up his neck, while he tilts his head back slightly, breathing in deeply as if to find composure within himself. He’s both flustered at your sudden ramblings about him, all while feeling a swell in his chest that he’s the cause of your current desperate state. His hands now find claim at your waist, neither pushing you down on him stronger nor pulling you away, simply gripping you as if in need of something to ground him. His eyes are wispy when they look up at you, mouth parted open as he takes a shuddering breath in. “What did you think about?”

What didn’t you think about? His touch on you drives you further, urging you to feel more. You shift your knees to meet at his hips, as you settle yourself down at his groin. “Thought about kissing you,” Your hands splay themselves at his chest, your pupils no doubt dilated the way your gaze settles on his plump lips. He bites on them, no doubt teasing you for something so close yet so far from where you want it; on your lips, both the top and bottom ones. 

When you lean in to embrace his lips with yours, his head swivels around as his lips land on your cheek, gaze casts down as his fingers hover over your stomach, before descending down to your clothed core, your loose shorts giving him easy access. His breath fans hot against your face when he swipes his fingers ever so lightly against you, nail catching on your clit through the fabric of your panties. A soft, pathetic sound leaves your lips, as you feel your hole clench on nothing with the brief contact that he’s had with you.

You go to grind yourself down against his fingers, wanting to feel more of him everywhere, but his hands travel to your hips, grip strong as he stops you from pressing against him. He tuts at you, hooded eyes travelling up your body, catching on your chest, where you pant lightly, breasts going up and down. When he finally lets his eyes go past your boobs, his grip turns harsh as he presses you back when you try to ground yourself against him once more.

“My pretty girl,” His tone is sweet, but you can’t help but feel like he’s mocking you. “I asked you a question,” When he sees your faraway gaze, he chuckles against you before leaning in, letting his lips graze against your collarbone now exposed by him pulling your collar aside for access, nipping at your skin before soothing it with a swipe of his tongue. You scramble through your brain as you try to remember the question he asked, too occupied with his fingernails digging into you. 

As if he can sense what's running through your mind, he refreshes your memory.

“What,” another playful bite lands, harder this time at the junction between your neck and shoulder. “Did you think about, baby?” 

Gathering your thoughts, you now realise that he won’t be giving you what you need unless you tell him. You feel your stomach burn low as you recall the moments you’ve let your mind wander.

“Thought about your fingers,” You start, looking earnestly at him as if to convince him of your burning need. “Your fingers in me, fucking into me.” You pant when his hand drops the grip it had on your waist, his digits swiping at your core through your panties. When he presses the pads of his fingers against you, he curses lightly under his breath at how wet you already are. Using his other hand to tuck the seat of your underwear aside, his fingers meet your bare pussy, swiping up and down against your folds, spreading your slick around. 

“Fuck,” You sigh when he slowly presses his middle finger in, going till his knuckle meets your skin before pulling back out, his eyes seeking your face, wanting to see the pleasure in your expression. You squeak in surprise when he pushes another finger straight after, before building a slow rhythm against you. “Keep going pretty,” He sighs, his gaze captivated by your face. His hand that’s tucked against your underwear goes to your folds, thumb pushing against your clit in encouragement.

“Also,” You gulp down a breath of air. “Also thought of going down on my knees for you,”

“Fuck,” Haechan’s head falls back as you say this, his fingers quickening in speed. “Yeah? What else?” You whimper at his new pace and at his onslaught of touches against your sensitive clit, body clenching up when he taps at your bud quickly.

“Ab-about…about you fucking me,” You squeeze your body closer to him. “Fucking me until I can’t think,” You don’t realise that you’re moving now, grinding up and down against his fingers that are fucking into you.

Haechan groans at your words and actions, eyes squeezing shut as you start to chase your own pleasure. “That’s it baby, fuck. Wanted me to fuck my pretty girl dumb?” He hums against your cheek, placing a sweet peck against your skin, a stark contrast between his words and his grip on you.

You try to gather your wits, but Haechan lets his other hand wander up your body, shoving your shirt and bra away in favour of freeing your boobs. You moan when he pinches your nipple, your body shuddering at the different stimulations.

“Didn’t know my baby was so dirty,” He chuckles at your reaction, scratching his nail against your nipple before rolling it between his fingers. “When did you get like this?”

“In the car,” Your confession slows his movements, but you’re too busy chasing your high to realise. “On the drive when you were next to me. Your scent was jus’.. Everywhere.” Your hands clasp on his shoulder for support, thighs aching as you grind your core against his hand. “Wanted you to take me right there,” 

You just miss the sharp intake of breath he takes, eyes going unfocused at your desperate form trying to find some sort of release, getting off only with his two fingers in you.

“Fuck,” He moans breathily, eyebrows furrowing. “Shit— so fucking dirty, thinking of wanting to take me where anyone can hear, can look.” He keeps his fingers still for longer, wanting to see how far you’d go to chase your own high, slick sounds tightening the knot in his stomach.

His eyes look mesmerised as he watches your every move, even when you move yourself up and off of his fingers. You start shaking your head, clawing at his clothes. “Can’t,” You groan, “Can’t finish like this.. Need you, so bad.”

Haechan moans at your desperate hands before copying your movements, shoving your shorts and underwear away before letting you do the same. His cock bobs against his stomach once you pull it out of its confines, and you feel drool gather at your mouth at the sight, tip adorned in a pretty shade of red and glistening with precum, leaving a spot of wetness against his skin, exposed by you pushing his shirt up, wanting to see more of him.

Once all your clothes are off and discarded, you don’t hesitate to reach forward and kiss him, lips parting against each other as you press your bodies together. Your hand travels to his chest, nail catching on his nipple as you let your fingers descend down, the scratch on his sensitive skin making his body jolt, hips bucking forward as a whine falls from his lips.

Your hand clasps his dick in your hold, separating from the kiss to look down as you pump him a few times. He moans against your cheek as his eyes fall shut, not being able to look at you pumping him for long, scared he’ll finish right then and there.

“Pretty doll,” He pants. “Love —fuck, love having you against me,” At the pet name, you can’t help but keen, wanting to hear more of his praises. Planting one more kiss against his plush lips, you let your mouth travel down against his figure, only stopping when you’re right at his groin. You arch your back for better leverage, before guiding the tip to your awaiting mouth. You press your tongue against him, kitten licking around the head as you gather his precum, before pressing an open mouth kiss.

“Fuck,” He hisses when you let his tip go past your lips. “So good, such a good girl for me,” You keen at his words, humming around his cock before going further down, wanting to take more of him. When your tongue swipes at the underside of his head, you feel his thighs tense around you, hip stuttering a bit from wanting to fuck against the tight heat of your mouth. Haechan tilts his head down as he squeezes open his eyes, wanting to see you take him in.

You don’t get to test your limit on his dick before you feel a hand settle at your cheek, pulling you up and off of him. He leans down, meeting you halfway to kiss you, tasting a bit of himself when your tongues swipe against each other.

“Couldn’t,” he pants when you pull away from each other, hands gripping your waist as he manoeuvres you to lay flat against the bed. “Wanted to fuck you, couldn’t handle not being in you any longer.”

You smile at his desperation, letting yourself be handled into the position he wants you in. His cock shines with a mix of your spit and his precum, tip sensitive and red as he grips at his base, giving it a few pumps before tapping it against you. You whimper when his head meets your clit, finally feeling the pressure again where you want it the most. Haechan can feel his composure slowly slipping away, the control he’s had before withering as he sees you laid before him, chest heaving up and down and you wait for his next move. So pliant and so ready, all for him.

He says just as much, as he leans over you, placing a hand near your head while the other repeatedly taps his dick against your folds. “Look so perfect, so needy. All for me, right?”

“Yours,” You drape your hands over his shoulders, wanting to feel him all over you. “All yours,”

“Yeah?” His voice is soft as he says this, eyes lilting up from your pussy hugging his cock, as he slides over your folds, gathering your wetness onto himself. “All mine.” 

His eyes are now caught between your bodies, mesmerised by the way his dick looks between your folds. Straightening his back, you see him get hypnotised by the slide of your bodies together, keening into you further when you moan and writhe against him as his swollen tip brushes over your clit.

“Good for me,” he lets his hand slide down your body, gripping up and down your thigh before he grips himself at the base. Without another word, he slowly pushes himself into you, drowning in your moans as he bottoms out. You feel your walls clench tightly, sucking him in as you arch your body into him.

You curse when his pelvis stills at your hips, but he doesn’t move, staying fixed against you before dipping his head down, and landing a kiss on your lips. This time, his lips move with less fervour and more passion against you, suddenly slowing down the rush you feel buzzing in the air between you.

“Haechan, please,” You pant when he separates from you, hugging your legs around his waist and pushing your bodies together in lieu of wanting more. “Please move, want more,”

You don’t miss the shiver the throb of his cock inside you when you clench again, wanting to encourage him to do something. He presses a sweet kiss against your lips once more, and another against your cheek before pulling back; enough to be able to travel his gaze all over your face, taking in your dilated pupils and glistening lips. 

His eyes locked onto yours with a sincerity that sent shivers down your spine. "I like you," Haechan confesses, breath warm against your skin. "I want us to be more than just this; than just this moment." 

You’re taken aback by the sudden confession, yet you feel your body warm for reasons other than the heat that’s between your legs. 

"I don't want this to end either." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but Haechan’s relieved smile lets you know that he’s heard you nevertheless. Diving down, he kisses you hard, teeth lightly clacking against one another as the both of you smile into each others’ mouths. He moves back a bit, before thrusting in and filling you once more, letting you feel him fully to the hilt over and over again. He moans low against your lips, and you feel your thighs shake around his waist, feeling overwhelmed by his touch and sounds.

“Can I,” He pants as he picks up the speed, his hand going to your leg before pulling it up to press flush against your chest. “Can I be yours?”

“Yes,” You whine. “Be mine, all mine.” You clench around his cock again, making him groan out against you. “Fuck, Haechan. I’m all yours. Please,” You aren’t sure what you’re begging for at this point, but it seems like Haechan is just a step ahead, knowing what you want before you can want it.

Pressing your legs against your chest, he goes to drive himself right flush against you, pressing you into a mating press. “S-shit—”

“Oh my god,” You sob as you feel him deep inside. “S’ deep,”

“You’re so pretty,” His eyes cast down between your linked bodies as he says this. “So pretty and hot, taking me so well.” He moves to clasp your leg over his shoulder, stretching you open for him, the pain in your body is nothing in comparison to the pleasure he delivers with each plough of his dick into you. “Can’t believe you wanted me to do this to you in front of everyone,”

“God—” Haechan’s words combined with the join of his finger against your clit send you into a fury, body clenching as your back arches off the bed. “Gonna—”

”Fuck you with my fingers where everyone can see,” His fingers tap incessantly against your bundle of nerves, hissing as you grip his bicep. “Would you let everyone hear you come? Show everyone who can make you feel this good,” He’s now mumbling to himself, hips snapping with a whimper falling from his lips when he feels your walls tighten against him. “Look at you, all fucked out and pretty. Who else makes you feel this good?”

“You,” you gasp, now panting, body wanting to writhe away from the overwhelming amount of feelings you’re filled with. “Only you can make me feel this good Haechan, fuck—”

“Are you close?” He hums, and a groan slips out from his lips at the nod of your head, watching the way you bounce on his cock, tits bouncing up and down from each drive of his hips. “You’ve been so good, let go, baby,” He leans in to plant a kiss on your lips and cheek, and with a few more targeted taps against your clit and a steady thrust of his hips, you feel hot white course through your body as you reach your peak. He peppers kisses down your face and into your neck, hips slowing down as he burrows his head in your neck, allowing you time to come down from your high.

As he goes to pull out and move away, you channel all your force to keep your legs locked behind his back, keeping him in place inside of you. “Inside,” Your voice is hoarse from feeling fucked out. “Come inside me, please Hyuckie,” 

It seemed that your words were all he needed to push him over the edge, as his hips stutter once, twice, before you feel the twitch of his cock inside of you and spurts of cum fill your cunt. His whimper muffles against your neck, bodies running hot as sweat gathers on your skin. 

“You good?” His voice is soft when he says this, hand coming to caress your hair and cheek, a stark contrast against teh harsh plough of his hips earlier. You smile dazedly as you lean against his palm, nodding and kissing his hand, which he pulls back gently and places a kiss at the exact spot your lips landed, before coming to kiss you directly. 

“Bear with me,” He mumbles when he pushes himself up straight, and you wince when he slowly pulls himself out of you. You can feel the slow gush of his cum seeping outside of your hole, and Haechan’s eyes looked mesmerised once more as he looks at your cunt. Almost as if by reflex, his fingers reach out to your sensitive core, gathering the messy mix of your fluids before plunging his fingers back into you, plugging your pussy back full with his cum.

You whine loudly at the overstimulation, spent body twitching as you let Haechan do what he wants. “S-sorry,” He still seems dazed as he says this, eyes unable to stray away from your pulsing pussy. “Couldn’t help it…” He pulls out his fingers, spreading them and looking at the wet mixture of your sticky release.

“Haechan…” His eyes widen when you mumble his name, but soften when you reach out your hands weakly, gesturing him in for an embrace. “C’mere,”

Like a teddy bear, he cuddles into you without hesitation, body curving into you as he gently moves both of you around to lay comfortably. He kisses the crown of your head, cheek smushing against your forehead as he tries to get as close to you as possible. “Was that good?”

You hum. “Everything I wanted and more, you were so good to me.” Although you know he tried to hide it, you still feel the giddiness course through him, his skin now growing warm against you at your praise.

You can slowly feel the exhaustion catch up, the task of keeping your eyelids peeled open getting more difficult as time passes by. 

“Thank you, Channie,” You mumble tiredly, feeling his skin rumble beneath you as he hums. 

“Anything for my baby,” And before you know it, you slowly fall asleep.

It didn’t take long for people to realise the two of you are together, and it wasn’t even Naeun’s fault this time.

The one who makes it known to the whole campus that you’re together is Haechan, and you would be flattered that he can’t help but mention you every second sentence, always finding a way to say the phrase ‘my girlfriend’ in any given context, but you also can’t help but be embarrassed about the fact that he’s parading you around like this.

So, everyone knows you’re together. But they also know the water bucket prank, and how you both now know who it actually was. 

Being the partner of the campus prankster and class clown means that everyone knows about the incident of you getting soaked right before your mandatory class. But when you had thought that it was Haechan to blame, the car ride back from the village had raised your suspicions of Minseok, when he had tried to convince you that it was, in fact, Haechan who pulled it; his source being.. gut feeling?

Jihoon had also confessed a week after the camping trip about how Minseok had drunkenly confessed to wanting to prank the prankster, setting up the water bucket thinking Haechan was to attend that class. Unfortunately, his plan fell through when you walked in instead. 

You would’ve accepted Minseok’s apology for dunking the water on you, even if he didn’t intend to do that to you; but that’s the problem. He didn’t apologise and even tried to deny the fact that he had planned on doing that when you had brought it up to him. He had avoided both you and Haechan, which was such a petty thing to do. With the grudge you’ve been holding against Haechan when you thought he was the original pranker, you’re unable to tone it down with Minseok this time around. You don’t want to start with the fact that it was a simple, water bucket again. 

So it goes without further saying that the party that’s being hosted by Sunwoo again is not one without purpose. Haechan had always had something up his sleeve when something like this happened (which, taking into account his reputation, this wouldn’t be his first rodeo). But unfortunately (but fortunate for one), you’re nowhere to be seen yet.

Minseok is bouncing his leg as he sits on the couch, hand gripping his cup which was been empty for more than twenty minutes, too nervous to move off of the couch and get himself more in case anything happens to him. When people come up to him, offering him a dance or a shot, he shakes his head no vehemently, not wanting to take the chance.

When Naeun drops down next to him on the couch, drink swiping around in his cup, his eyes widen in fright as his heart starts beating erratically. The girl giggles at his cautiousness, going to smack at his shoulder, which he effectively avoids just in case that was part of an act.

“It’s so funny—” Naeun’s giggle gets cut off by a hiccup. “Because, you’re so scared now. Did you plan on gluing yourself to the couch or is that what they pulled on you?” On her claim, Minseok’s bouncing leg immediately ceases any movement, as his body suddenly goes stiff, now looking at the girl beside him incredulously. 

Naeun shrieks in the middle of her laughter at his expression, as Minseok suddenly shoots up from his sitting position, looking at the couch he was just perched on while his hands grasp at his ass, checking for any damage. Naeun almost falls to the floor with how hard she’s laughing now, heaving at Minseok’s expense.

“Not funny,” Minseok frowns at her toppled figure, now warily scanning around the place once more, feeling vulnerable now that he’s standing.

Naeun rubs at the corner of her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup. “They’re not here tonight if that helps.” It took the wary man a few seconds to realise who she was talking about. “Haechan had a last-minute shift to cover or something early tomorrow morning, and so they both decided to skip out on this party.” She chuckles against her cup, taking a sip as she lets her eyes scan Minseok’s quivered stance. “So you can relax. For now. I'm gonna go find the love of my life.. I mean Jeno,”  

The gleam in her eyes grows as she stands when Minseok scans around the party once more, before heading to the kitchen, deciding that he finally needs another drink.

Walking next to Haechan, you shush him when he suddenly starts talking loudly, animated expressions making you laugh while you shove at his shoulder with your own. You walk down the campus hallways, making your way towards the broadcast club room for today's meeting, with Haechan insisting on dropping you off.

When you’re shoving Haechan away from poking at you, nearing the door of the meeting room, your attention catches on to another person lingering in the stark empty hallway. When you look to you’re side, you’re met with Minseok, his expression shocked still as he, too, heads towards the room.

“Oh,” You’re a bit breathless from trying to avoid all of your boyfriend's onslaught attacks. “Hey Minseok,”

“W-what..” He starts, before clearing his throat, not wanting to come off as weak or scared. “What are you guys doing?”

Haechan’s arm is slung around your shoulder, squeezing you to his side. “Just dropping her off at the broadcast room.” Oh, of course. The same reason why he’s also situated in the hallway. 

“Go on, Seok.” You motion towards the door, encouraging him to go ahead first. “I’ll say bye to Haechan and I’ll come i—”

“No!” Minseok exclaims with his hands stretched out, shaking them vehemently before dropping them down after realising how dramatic his actions were. “Uh, it’s okay. I’ll wait, and we can all go in together." He hopes his expression comes off as kind, but from the look on both of your faces, it seems to be more similar to a grimace than anything.

“Actually,” Haechan starts, wanting to get rid of the awkwardness swirling. “I’ll come in too. Jihoon needed my help with a sound system.” Even with Minseok closer to the door, it doesn’t seem like the boy is gonna make an effort to go in; not unless you two do, and prove to him that nothing is waiting for him on the other side.

“Well, okay..” You glance at your boyfriend with a questioning look, to which Haechan merely shrugs at you, his mouth turned downward. Stalking towards the door, you open it slowly stepping in while holding it open for the two men to get in. Minseok is still vigilant, looking at all corners of the open door for anything out of place, famously a bucket of something, maybe.

But when you head in and look back at him expectantly, he stalks in eventually, embarrassed at seeming so cautious about —seemingly— nothing in particular.

A chorus of greetings is shared, with you and Haechan waving hi to everyone and heading towards your friends, sitting down and starting conversation. Minseok doesn’t let up, getting a thorough look at the room he’s frequented a lot, scanning for any misplacements or outliers. He squats down to take a look below the table and cranes his neck to take a good look at the ceiling. He’s the last to realise the room going silent, as everyone looks at him expectantly, casting glances at each other at his odd behaviour.

It’s Sohee who breaks his quest. “Are you gonna take a seat or not?” At that, Minseok startles, before realising that everyone’s attention is caught on him. His cheeks warm up as he goes to his seat, tucking himself against the table before muttering a meek apology. 

As the meeting commences, Minseok can’t help but look around the room restlessly, feeling on edge even when everyone sends him weird glances when he bounces his leg endlessly or takes a look to his left and right periodically. 

But the meeting ends, and nothing out of the ordinary happens. Everyone gets out of their seats, and you head towards Haechan and Jihoon, who are huddled in a corner next to the stereo, fiddling around with it as they finish up their work. Minseok suddenly feels ashamed for suspecting the two of you; just because he was menacing enough to pull something doesn’t mean you would do the same. Packing his things from the table, he goes to stand up and heads towards you, repeating in his head how to apologise to you two. But even with a hand braced against the table to steady him, he couldn’t get to his feet.

“What—” He tries to stand up once more, both hands now braced against the chairs’ handles, but to no avail. The chair topples ever so slightly as he exerts all his force, and it's as if he’s glued to the chair.

“You—!” When you turn to look at him, you topple over with laughter, your hand finding Haechan’s shoulder to shake, wanting to bring his attention towards Minseok who’s struggling against the chair. Haechan grins, coming to a stand next to you and looking at the boy. Everyone else giggles along at the carried-out prank, slowly filling out the room but not before taking a quick picture and video. 

“Oh no, are you okay Minseok?” Jihoon’s fake worry makes shame bubble in said person's stomach. “It seems like you’re stuck,” 

Coming up to him, you place a pair of pants on the table near him, giving him a sweet smile. “I don’t think you’ll be able to come out in one piece, so here’s some emergency supply.” You give him a pat against his shoulder, before Haechan softly grabs your hand, bringing you towards the door before giving Minseok a wave goodbye.

thank you loads for reading till the end!! I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, its late rn and I'm not bothered to really go through it thoroughly once more. also, will I ever learn how to pace my fics after the two characters get together????? guess we wont ever know

if you liked this, please don't hesitate to let me know!

#nct dream fluff #haechan x reader #haechan fluff #haechan smut #nct haechan smut #haechan scenarios #nct smut #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct dream smut #7dreamnet

[sunshine-theseus]

The Game That Changed Our Lives | Katrina Gorry x Reader

Words: 2.3k

Summary: your sister retires but you found the girl. (I know how her final game went but I’m changing it because I can. again apologies it's not my best)

Warnings: nothing really but reader is like 26ish? So it’s like a 5 year age difference. And I’m gonna say Harper is like 4 not 2 for the sake of the timeline. Also please pretend there’s like at least a week between the 2 games.

Requested by - @liverpoolfan96

“Christiiine. You can’t make me! I refuse!” I try to pull my arm out of her grip as she drags me onto the field.

“You’ve been crushing on her since we played against them at the World Cup, you’re going to meet her.” Christine continues to drag me through the celebrations of our teammates, the British Columbia rain pelting down on us and the Australian players.

“Plus, after our final game in Vancouver, who knows when you’ll see her next. And I’m your older sister, I’m required to make you do things you don’t want to.” She abruptly stops in front of Steph Cately, who is talking to Caitlin Foord and Katrina Gorry.

Christine hugs her former Portland teammates before turning to Katrina, who now has her little girl resting on her hip. The group begins talking amongst themselves and I zone out, until an arm wraps around my shoulders and squeezes me.

“This is my little sister. I apologise you haven’t met her yet, she’s awfully shy, especially when she likes someone.” She pointedly comments toward Katrina. I shove my elbow into her ribs and glare up at her before turning toward the Australian girl. My face is flushed, and my palms are sweating as I make eye contact with Katrina, who smiles at me before picking up the little girls hand and makes her wave. It’s painfully adorable to watch.

“It’s nice to meet you…”

“Y/n” I smile at the shorter woman as I watch Christine, Steph and Caitlin slowly move away from us out of the corner of my eye.

I talk to her for a relatively long time, eventually finding myself sitting on the wet pitch, my feet touching Kat’s as Harper runs back and forth between us, occasionally actually holding the ball we’re throwing. But then we’re both called by our respective teams to get back to the locker rooms before going back to our hotels. We bid each other goodbye, exchanging numbers before I crouch down and hug Harper.

I spend the following days excessively texting Kat, or Mini as everyone endearingly seemed to call her. I also facetime them after dinners to talk to Harper, who apparently begs all day to see me. I tell everyone who will listen, about the beautiful Australian and her precious little girl who adores me. It doesn’t take more than 10 minutes for Christine, or whoever else it may be, to tell me to shut up most times. Except Jessie, who is either far too polite to say anything, or has her headphones on and therefore isn’t actually listening. In her times of need, she messages Janine, who comes to rescue her.

~~~~~

The day of our match in Vancouver at BC Place, temporarily renamed Christine Sinclair Place, I unintentionally go dead silent. It was naturally an emotional day for us all, but being the sister of the world’s top goal scorer who is finally retiring, having played with her all my life, and being there to see her hang up her boots? It had me tearing up every time I even looked at her.

I woke up that morning, turned over in bed, and saw her training bag sitting on the bed, and began crying. A similar incident happened at breakfast as I watched her walk the buffet line next to Schmidt. Ashley wasn’t sure how to comfort me and simply decided to pat me on the back.

By the time we pulled up to training, Kat had messaged me multiple times, and I hadn’t read a single one. I spent every moment by Christine’s side. I think most people were annoyed by lunch time, but I continued to cling to her arm as the bus pulled up to Christine Sinclair Place. And as we all changed into shirts with the number 12 on them for warm up. And as we changed into our kits, her for the very last time. I finally let go when we had to line up, her mere steps behind me as she waits to be announced.

I make eye contact with the Australian I had been accidentally ignoring all day, tears pricking behind my eyes. I give her a small smile, but she just turns back to her mascot.

We then all line up on the pitch, watching as past Canadian teammates come out and a farewell video plays on the big screen above us, Schmidty, Christine and our nieces standing in front of us all. I can’t help the tears that fall as Jessie hugs me as well as she can as we stand side by side.

Before we get into our positions to start the game, I rush to the sideline to meet Christine. Our pinkies link together, and we step over the white line with our right foot in sync. We turn toward each other, and as we raise our joint hands to kiss our thumbs, foreheads leaning against each other’s, the tears spill once more. Our hands drop to our sides once again and before I can say anything, Christine wraps her arms around me. Not a word is spoken as we hug, or as we part, or as she pats my back when we move to our positions.

I turn to look at the player I’m marking and come face to face with Kat. Her originally cold glare softens when she notices the drying tears on my cheeks and taps my leg as we wait for the whistle to start the game, a small attempt to try and comfort me.

~~~~~

In the 37th minute, the ball falls at my feet and I don’t hesitate on running forward, making a final pass to Christine for her to shoot, increasing her score from 190 to 191 goals. As the net ripples, I run and jump into her arms before she wraps an arm around my neck and ruffles my hair. The action had become our well known ‘sibling celebration’, and like hell I wasn’t going to experience one last time.

“We’re going to get you a goal too.” She laughs as we reset. I once again fall in my spot in front of Kat, who gives me the first smile of the night.

We’re awarded a corner in the 56th minute. Jessie sets it up and it falls to Christine, who manages to find me, and I manage to find a gap, and the goal. It’s a similar string of events, jumping into Christine’s arms before I wrap my own arm around her neck and mess with her hair. She gets subbed off 3 minutes later and I struggle to let her go as Schmidt comes on. A familiar pat on my leg as we watch her walk off is my only sense of comfort.

~~~~~

After the game ends, and many hugs and celebrations and lots of tears, the toes of my boots meet those of Kat, who has Harper hanging on her hip again.

“I’m sorry I ignored you all day. I didn’t realise how sad I’d be today, and I got so overwhelmed.” I wipe the remaining tears off my cheeks as I finally look into Kat’s eyes, the palladian blue seemingly brighter under the stadium lights.

“It’s okay, I just wished you said something. So we could’ve cheered you up.” Harper reaches out for me as I take Kat’s hand and I pick her up, spinning her around.

“Can I also admit I was nervous? That we were getting too close, and I’d just spill all my feelings to you. But after today I think I shouldn’t waste time fu- fluffing around.” The swear almost slips from my lips but Harper’s tug on my hair reminds me of who’s around.

“I wouldn’t have minded… if you’d let it slip.” Her hand slips into my spare one and we smile at one another as Christine and Hayley approach us.

Christine bends over, resting her hands on her knees, as she comes face to face with Harper.

“Hey chickee, how’d you like my final game.”

“It made mumma sad.” I turn to look at Kat questioningly.

“You were sad?”

“I mean yeah but no where near your level of sad.”

“No no! Not mum, mumma.” Harper’s finger pokes at my cheek and everyone seems to have a matching incredulous look on their face.

“Me?” the girl nods vigorously.

Kat opens her mouth to apologise but I kiss her cheek then Harper’s, and hand the little girl to Christine who wastes no time spinning her around and taking her to play with girls from either team.

“Can I kiss you?” I rush out as I turn to the older woman, her eyes sparkling. She nods and I place my hand on her cheek, leaning down to press our lips together.

“I know this is pretty quick, but will you be my girlfriend?” her warm breath hits my lips and all I can do is kiss her again.

~~~~~

“Come on Harper! Aunty Christine’s already there!” I yell down the hall, Kat rushing past me to pack the orange slices and bottles of water into the car.

The 7-year-old comes rushing out at the sound of her favourite aunt’s name, making a bee-line toward the car.

When we arrive at the field, Harper bounces on the balls of her feet, waiting for Kat and I to get out. Once we have everything, she grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd to find Christine who is getting ready to ref the Under-10s finals.

“Christiiine! Can you help me tie my boots?” I look at Kat, who has just caught up to us.

“We may as well be invisible.” She chuckles and helps me set up our seats as Christine ties Harpers boots and sends her off to warm up.

“She’s going to be playing for The Matildas before you know it.” She says as she passes us.

“Heartbreaking it won’t be the Canadian team.” I retort. Katrina pulls my hand into her lap and rests her head on my shoulder.

“Thank you for helping raise her. Being her other mum.”

“I’d do anything for you two. Anything.” Kat hums and puts more body weight against me.

“You’re so pretty.” I whisper, pecking her nose.

“Not as pretty as you.”

~~~~~

“Katrina! You can’t look! It’s bad luck!” I yell through the door as Jessie helps me get into my dress.

“But I want to see you.” I can hear the pout in her voice, and it takes everything in me not to leave Jessie and rip open the door. It’s Harper who saves me from doing so. I hear her dragging her mum away as my niece ushers me over to put one last pin in my hair. The 15-year-old had some sort of magic for hair, and it was free.

It’s another 20 minutes before the bridesmaids line up, and an additional 5 until I slide into my place next to Christine, who opens her mouth to say something, but seems to choke up and begins to cry. All I do is smile and link our pinkies, and she walks me down the aisle.

As I stand next to Kat in front of our friends and family, holding her hands as she says her vows, I realise how lucky I am. Having these people in my life, meeting the love of my life and having the best daughter. I wouldn’t change a thing. And I say just that.

“When my sister dragged me back onto the pitch to meet you after her second last game, I was so embarrassed and adamant you’d hate me. For no reason. But when I looked into your eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes, I knew. And when Harper laughed as I blushed when Christine basically told everyone I had a crush on you, I knew I wanted her in my life forever too. I’m so grateful for having Christine and Jessie and the whole team. I’m grateful for my family. But I’ll never be as grateful for them as I am for having found you.” I smile a watery smile as Kat cries, and I can’t stop staring and thinking how beautiful she is. We exchange rings and I kiss her like it’s the only thing keeping everyone alive.

“I love you.”

~~~~~

I stand on the sidelines, looking down at my boots and the matching pair that stands firmly next to them. I then reach out my hand and link my pinkie with the girl next to me. Despite the different jerseys, we step over the white line with our right foot in sync. We turn toward each other, and we raise our joint hands to kiss our thumbs, foreheads leaning against each other’s. When I look into Harper’s eyes, I see Katrina’s, and when I think about this moment, my very last game, I think back to that game 13 years ago, saying goodbye to my sister on the pitch, and I smile.

“Good luck chickee.” I press a kiss to Harper’s forehead and take my position, marking the young Gorry.

When the game ends, I fall to my knees. People from both teams dogpile on top of me as we celebrate both the win and my final game. I spend a lot of time talking to everyone before I meet Katrina’s eyes, standing next to my big sister. I run forward and pull them both into a hug.

We eventually head back to the hotel. Kat and I fall back onto our bed, hearing the girls continue celebrating in the hallway.

“I’m so proud of you.” She whispers against my neck, the warm breath sending chills down my spine.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” I kiss her gently and pull her closer to me. We spend the rest of the night watching the games at Christine Sinclair Place. The game that got us to confess. The game that changed our lives.

#woso x reader #woso #womens soccer #the matildas x reader #wwc 2023 #the matildas #canada wnt #canwnt #christine sinclair #katrina gorry #katrina gorry x reader

[tamayula-hl]

It's been a long time since I've posted as my daughter and I have both been in bed with the flu and Covid! And once again I apologise for posting an article that is disturbing the atmosphere of HL fandom.

I have discussed the false accusation of trace plagiarism levelled against me with @freewld and have received an apology from her saying that it was a misunderstanding.

I am now deeply relieved that we were able to end the discussion with a result that convinced her of my innocence. If it was a misunderstanding, I am willing to end it all this time. I would like to end this false accusation racket with a discussion with her. I will refrain from mentioning the matter once and for all (unless another disturbing incident occurs), and I hope that you will refrain from further mention of it too. I also do not want any slanderous behaviour, excessive criticism, speculation or falsehoods towards her, so I strongly urge you all to refrain from doing so. (Just in case , I have compiled screenshots and other evidence regarding the defamation of me that I have received in this row, and submitted and consulted with lawyers and others)

She also requested that I make a correction announcement on four points, which I would like to make here.

She said she conducted the survey with the intention of "using it as one reference for the opinions of her followers".

Tamayula's wish was the reason she decided to make the suspicion of plagiarism public.

She did not vote on the survey from multiple accounts to give herself an advantage.

She only made her Twitter account private after the survey was invalidated.

My verified public article was written in Japanese, which I wrote in a very confused and upset state, and translated into English and published at DeepL. Therefore, it was very difficult to understand and there were many phrases that may have led to your misunderstanding. I would like to apologise deeply for the confusion caused to everyone by my misunderstanding and incomprehensible article, and at the same time, I would like to correct it here. Although it has taken me a long time to respond, I have corrected the English text of the article on Tumblr and made it private, and on Twitter, I have deleted the tweet that referred to the survey.

I was very upset by the false accusations that suddenly fell upon me, and I sincerely regret that I repeatedly exposed myself in an emotional and unsightly manner, and that I failed to respond correctly to the incident. I cannot thank enough those who were kind to me and gave me warm words and those who believed in my innocence. I am sorry, but I will refrain from replying to you now, because if I do so, it is likely to cause an uproar again, but your words of encouragement and support, which I received at a time when I was feeling quite emotionally drained, gave me tremendous emotional support, more than you can imagine. Thank you very much. I am deeply grateful.

As for my future creative activities, I plan to continue with both Tumblr and Twitter as they are now. (However, I intend to move at the end of March in my real life and will be very busy for a few months with preparations and my new life, so my activities will be quite low-key for the time being). My interest in HL, Seb and Omi has not changed, and I am still motivated to paint, but in reflecting on the current turmoil, I now realise that I was very easily influenced by other people's creative styles, and that I had a vague idea of what the boundaries of inspiration were. In the future, I will continue to be self-conscious about my own dangerous values and make every effort to correct them, and if I have used a work as a reference, I will clearly state it and do my utmost not to cause trouble for others as an artist.

Finally, I am very sorry for the trouble I have caused to so many people. And to those of you who have been so warm and thoughtful, once again, thank you very much indeed 🙏 I will continue to do my best in drawing from now on!

[toomuchracket]

you're not pregnant, are you, darling? strong emotions for no reason can be a sign

stopp. i have a feeling that was a sign of baba on their way. 🥺 like girlie is in the hotel room texting someone to get her a pregnancy test. 😭

someone else also said Denise actually making d word girlie realise she’s pregnant, like maybe they are sitting like that and girlie thinks “I am actually late, I just thought it was tour stress”

also this is a loooooong blurb lol

right after denise says that, once you're sitting just watching the show, her words start to sink in. you count back the weeks in your head, and you realise - your period is about a week late. but it's been late before, from stress, and being excessively emotional over peanut DOES sound like something you'd do right before the cramps start, so you don't worry anyone just yet. well, you worry matty, albeit unintentionally; that night, you're a bit more subdued after the show than usual, you don't drink or smoke (just in case), and whenever anybody asks why, you just say you're tired and you don't want a headache to come on. matty knows you too well to believe it, but he doesn't press you for the real reason behind your quietness.

that is, until the next morning, when he wakes up to hear you crying in the ensuite at 8am, door slightly ajar. naturally, matty's up and in the bathroom with you as fast as his legs will carry him, and he crouches down to be level with you, sitting on the clothed toilet seat in one of his t-shirts. stroking your face, he's like "sweetheart, what's wrong? please tell me. you haven't been yourself lately."

speaking through those horrible hyperventilating sobs, you say "it's not here. it isn't here. i don't know what to do". and matty's like "have you lost something, darling? what do you mean by 'it'? i'm sure it'll be alright, we'll sort it out", and you look up at him and go "no, i mean my period. i haven't gotten it. it's been over a week" and break into wails again, hands over your face. matty takes a second to register your words, blinking, before he's like "OH. oooo-k. uh. well... it's been late before, though, hasn't it, sweetheart?", and you - still covering your face - say "never as late as this, matty" and just collapse into sobs again. his heart breaks when he hears you sob "i'm sorry", and he hugs you as best he can while you're on the lav and he's squatting lol; matty's like "no, darling, don't apologise, there's nothing to be sorry for. i think, if you're feeling up to it, you should probably do a test, and we'll take it from there, yeah?", and you sniffle like "mhmm. do you think carly would get me one? i can't go out in this state. and i don't want you to leave me". matty hugs you even tighter like "oh, sweetheart, i won't leave you, don't worry. come back to bed, my love, and we'll give her a call".

you let him lead you back into the bedroom and get all snuggled up under the covers, before matty calls carly and waits for an answer. his face lights up when the call is accepted like "hi, mate, it's uncle matty! how are you? i didn't know you could answer the phone, you little genius! will you do something for me, mate? will you put mummy on the phone? your auntie and i have a favour to ask her"; your heart glows when matty refers to you as baby hann's auntie, and the way he's so good with the little one even over the phone is making you feel a little bit better about the fact you might be untimely pregnant. anyway, when carly answers and apologises for her son getting to the phone before she could, matty's like "it's alright, we love him, we love talking to him. but we do need to ask if you wouldn't mind getting us something from the pharmacy, fairly urgently, if you can", and then when she agrees he's like "don't freak, and you can tell adam but nobody else - we need you to get us a couple of pregnancy tests" - there's a slight pause, and then you hear carly say "alright. shall i see if they have any of the ones that tell you how far along?". matty looks at you, you nod, and he says "yes please. thank you for doing this, darling, we really appreciate it", and carly says "it's no problem. anything to help you both out. and, matty... are you both doing alright? i know it's scary", bless her; you smile, and matty says "i think we are, yeah", and carly says "good. i love you both. i'll see you in about half an hour", and matty's like "thanks again. we love you too" before ending the call.

he tugs you into him, and you hold each other silently for a minute, until you say "if this is a thing... i think we're going to be alright". matty looks at you so tenderly and says "of course we will, sweetheart. yeah, it's earlier than we planned, but we both want this, don't we?" - you nod - and continues "we're in love. we're settled. we're not married yet, but we will be at some point, and we don't have to be married to be good parents. which i think we will be, honestly. and think of all the people we have around us! they take care of both of us, and i know they'll do the same for any baby we have. we'll be alright, sweetheart, we really will". after he says that, it's just a lot of cuddling and kissing and snuggling, until there's a knock at the door.

you both shrug on some shorts and go to answer it - as expected, it's carly, her son in one arm and a cvs bag in the other, adam trailing behind looking mildly panicked. matty talks to him (hann's like "i wondered if you'd be freaking out. thought i should be here to make sure you were ok", which is so sweet), while you hug carly and thank her for getting the test for you - she's so sweet, rubbing your arm as she asks how you're doing. the hanns stay and chat to matty and have a cuppa while you take the tests into the bathroom, mostly to keep your boyfriend calm, and once you've taken the tests you head back out to join them; thank god for baby hann, who distracts you and matty so much by talking about bluey that you forget to freak out about the plastic sticks in the bathroom, until the timer on your phone goes off. adam lifts his son back off your lap so you can stand (he squeezes your hand as he does, bless him), and you're like "we'll be out in a minute" as you and matty head to the bathroom - carly shouts "love you!" as you go, and matty shouts "we love you guys too!" back.

the first thing he does when the door closes is kiss you and say "i love you, regardless of what the tests say. always will", and you hug him and say "i love you too. now - let's go and see if we're having a baby or not". as you peer over at the counter, you grip each other's hands so tight you both might actually bruise; matty drops his grip in favour of lifting you into a hug upon seeing the result, like "you're going to need to show me that baby-name list now, sweetheart". you giggle a bit deliriously as you hug him and say "five weeks along. so that means... oh my god, our baby was conceived on the tenth anniversary of the album. literally less than a week after we first spoke about wanting kids. jesus. maybe we're TOO efficient?", and matty laughs like "something kinda poetic about that, considering we met at work. but, conception circumstances aside, i'm really happy about this. i love you. i'm excited to do this with you, and i'm excited to meet our baby"; you're like "so am i, baby. i'm also nervous about morning sickness. but it's fine! i have you, the love of my life, to help me through it. couldn't ask for anything more", and you have a little smooch before heading back out to see the hanns.

neither adam or carly say anything until you and matty have sat back down - adam's like "so... is everything alright?", and matty smiles like "more than alright, mate". you lift baby hann onto your lap again and say "can i tell you a secret, sweetheart, that you can't mention to anybody except mummy and daddy and uncle matty and me?", and when he nods very seriously you grin and say "in a few months, you'll have another baby cousin". he's literally just like "ok" lmao, but his parents react quite accordingly with gasps and hugs and tears - matty warns them that you can't tell anyone else yet, because you're not at 12 weeks, but it's lovely to be able to share the happy moment with them.

that said, you like it best when you and matty are left alone again. you've both got shit to do today, so you have to get ready instead of going back to bed and cuddling for the rest of the day as you wish you could, but matty pulls you into the shower with him so he can keep kissing you and get ready simultaneously. it's not a sexy shower, but it's perhaps the most intimate one you've ever had; matty kneels so you can wash his hair, and he presses a long kiss to your stomach, before looking up at you and saying "i know i've said it already, but i'm so excited to do this with you. we're going to be more than alright, us and our baby. we'll be great".

you know he's right.

<3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty #literal d word #satvb

[tinkabelle24]

To Build a Home

Chapter 13: Repercussions

A/N: Parts of this story were inspired by several of my favourite TV shows, The Vampire Diaries being one of them (the first couple seasons, at least).

I took a particular scene from season 2 and utilised it in this chapter. You'll know it when you read it. It's one of my absolute favourite scenes of this story as it showcases how far Val's willing to go to protect those she cares about. Enjoy! 🥰

TW! Blood and injury, assault (physical) attempt.

Masterlist / Chapter 12

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“No – let me do it.”

Leo gently seized the pair of tweezers from Val’s grasp, returning them to the bowl of warm, salted water. He’d already cleaned and sealed her head wound with glue; wanting to get the quickest, easiest task out of the way first, so he could devote his full attention to the more complicated one.

The terrapin took her injured hand and set it palm-down atop the freshly cleared and sterilised dining table. Plucking the tweezers from the bowl and shaking off the excess water, he proceeded carefully extracting the many minuscule pieces of debris from the wound, one by one.

Leo stole a glance at Val’s face; her gaze was slightly lowered, staring at nothing in particular. Her lips were taut and eyes held a thousand unspoken thoughts. Aside from the occasional pained grunts and hisses, the brunette hadn’t spoken a word since they left topside.

He hadn’t yet enquired about the degree to which she was assaulted, but he did give her a brief onceover whilst reporting the incident to Donnie and police.

She looked dishevelled but, thankfully, no clothing appeared missing or out of place. Her face was covered in scrapes and her right brow had been split in half; he suspected a stray nail or an improperly placed brick was to blame. Whatever it was, he urged her to get a Tetanus booster.

Her left hand bore the brunt of the damage. The flesh of her knuckles had been ground away, some even to the bone. The brow would likely heal without scarring, but he doubted very much this will.

“I’m sorry...” he murmured regretfully.

At that, Val lifted her gaze to meet his. “Don’t be,” she insisted gently.

“If I’d just gotten there sooner-”

“-Leo, please. You’ve nothing to apologise for – this is on me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” the leader scoffed, shaking his head. “You didn’t ask for this-”

“Leo,” Val leaned forward, staring him dead in the eyes. “I did this. I could’ve called for help, but I didn’t. Now, he’s dead… I’m so sorry.”

Leo frowned at her. “I don’t understand…”

“He was at my work,” she explained solemnly. “He got handsy with me, so I had him kicked out. I had a feeling he’d come back for me – I ignored it.”

"Why would you do something like that?”

“…C-cos I felt I'd already asked too much of you guys...”

“Too much?” Leo echoed, even more confused. “Where on earth did you get that idea from?” He then remembered her text. “Would this have anything to do with what you wanted to talk to us about?”

The brunette immediately looked away.

Ding, ding, ding!

“Look, Val,” Setting aside the tweezers, the terrapin shifted his body so he was directly facing her. It was now his turn to deliver the piercing gaze. “I know it mightn't seem like it sometimes but, trust me, I do like you. You’re great with everyone and you make Raph happy, something I've not seen in a long time. I consider you part of our family. In this family, we help each other - no matter what. You’d never be asking too much.”

At that point, tears were streaming down Val’s cheeks. The salt stung her broken skin but the surge of endorphins helped drown out the pain. This was precisely what she needed to hear.

Leo retrieved the box of tissues from the kitchen counter and set it in front of her. “Thank you,” the woman sniffled with a half-smile, then turned away to quickly wipe her face and blow her nose. The terrapin sat quietly in his seat, rubbing her knee comfortingly.

The pair snapped their heads toward the sudden commotion near the main entrance. Raph had finally arrived, squeezing through the door before it had the chance to open fully.

Leo promptly removed his hand.

The red-banded terrapin frantically searched about for a few moments, before his gaze finally fell on them. Out the corner of his eye, Leo watched Val shrink into herself as she looked away.

“Sorry. Got here as quickly as I could…” Raph apologised breathlessly as he strode over. Leo rose once again, allowing his brother to take his seat. “Thanks, brothah.”

"I'll give you two some privacy...” The leader glanced over at Val once more, before making his way over to the lab.

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"-Val agreed to give her statement tomorrow-"

Donnie swivelled in his chair to find his eldest brother approaching. "Hang on a sec - Leo's here... Alright, keep us posted. Over." Tilting the microphone away from his mouth, he finally addressed the terrapin standing before him. "Hey. Is she okay?"

Leo shrugged slowly. "I don't know... no? Raph's here, finally."

Donnie nodded. "That's good... are you okay?"

"I'll be fine," the leader reassured. "He wasn't my first."

"I know that, but-"

"It was either him or her - I chose her. My conscience is clear."

Of course, Leo despised having to take a life. Had he the choice, he simply would've incapacitated the sorry excuse for a man. But he'd wasted too much precious time agonising over whether Val - who'd never given him a reason not to trust her - was the true aggressor.

He didn't feel deserving of her kindness.

"Okay, well... I'm here, if you ever need to talk."

Leo gave a small smile. "Thanks, Don. I appreciate it."

After a moment, Donnie finally changed the subject. "Mikey said the coroner just left. I've requested an autopsy be performed; I've an itch that needs scratching."

The purple-banded terrapin pulled over a swivel stool and beckoned his brother to sit. Spinning back around, he tapped the spacebar on his keyboard, prompting the arrangement of computer monitors to simultaneously illuminate. The largest, centremost one had a page already pulled up.

"What am I looking at, exactly?" Leo zeroed in on the awkward licence photo of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed man. He looked familiar.

"Kyle Hill's records," Donnie answered simply. Leo's frown must've been burning into his head, as he quickly followed with a: "Val's assailant?"

"Okay..." He finally had a face to put to the grisly attack that should've never, ever fucking happened... "What about him?"

"He has no criminal record," Donnie informed. "Not even a parking violation. No mental health diagnoses - nothing. This guy assaulted someone in front of dozens of witnesses, then had the cajónes to go back to finish the job. He either had a nervous break, or drugs were involved-"

"Or he was just one of those sneaky pieces of shit whose luck finally ran out..."

Feeling the guilt and anger bubbling precariously close to unbearable levels, Leo paused to take a breath. "...Sorry-"

"N-no, it's fine. Seriously. Go off-"

"Do NOT patronise me!"

The brothers shared an alarmed look, before rushing out of the lab. They found Raph and Val standing in the kitchen, screaming at each another.

"Well- fuck, Valerie! I gave it to you for this EXACT reason. Why didn't you use it?! Explain it to me! Make it make sense!"

"I didn't feel like I could-"

Raph scoffed. "That's bullshit and you know it! You coulda been raped! You coulda been killed! Why would you willingly do something so fuckin' stupid?!"

Leo attempted intervening. "That was uncalled for, Raph-"

"No, he's right," Val interjected. "It was stupid and I'm sorry. The last thing I wanted was to add unnecessary drama to your lives, but I've gone and done it anyway..." A tear escaped her swollen, bloodshot eyes as she slowly shook her head. "...I-I can't do this, Raph."

The colour immediately drained from Raph's face, and he reached for her. "Val..."

She stepped away.

The terrapin's hand limply returned to his side. "So, what you said this mornin' about givin' us a shot..." He bit out, struggling to look her in the eyes. "... Was that all bullshit?"

Val's eyes grew wide. "R-Raph-"

"-If you knew ya couldn't do this then why didn't you stop me?! Why'd you kiss me back?! Why'd we go back to your apartment?! You've made me look like a fucking fool, thinkin' we had a chance-"

"Because I love you, okay?!"

All three Turtles froze. Leo and Donnie looked to their brother, who'd grasped the back of a chair to avoid collapsing. Val continued, fighting to keep her voice even as tears continued falling.

"I screwed up, I know that. When I promised to keep you guys a secret, I wasn't expecting to... I could do it, back then, when I barely knew you - I can't now. It's too complicated... I-I'm sorry."

A tense silence fell over the group as the brunette’s words sunk in. Leo turned to her and she immediately lowered her gaze, guilt marring her soft features. A coldness blanketed him as realisation set in…

The only thing standing between them was him.

“Raph, NO!”

Leo snapped toward the terrapin in question. Raph was thundering toward him, fists clenched and fire in his eyes. He braced himself for impact.

Val leapt between the two, with Donnie immediately following to protect her. Raph stopped dead in his tracks as he came face-to-face with the brunette.

“Leave him alone!” She cried as the purple-banded terrapin yanked her between himself and Leo.

"Stand down!" Donnie snarled, pushing his brother back as far as his arm would allow. The red-banded terrapin glared at him, then over at Leo. He shook his head, scoffed, then turned on his heel and stormed up the steps, slamming his way out of the Lair.

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Masterlist / Chapter 14

@android-cap-007 @happymoonangel @miss-andromeda

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #oc val scott #tmnt 2007 #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph x oc #to build a home #raph x oc #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo x oc #tmnt 07 #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fanfiction #tbah

[siriannatan]

{I have no idea what to call this one but it's WeatherHusbands} - part 2 - valentines special

Happy Valentines!

AO3

It wasn't the first time Jimmy was woken up by Scott's almost midnight kitchen shenanigans. He was fully aware of his roommate's sleeping problems and was borderline insomniac but... Making chocolate by candlelight? "Do I even want to know why?" he asked after taking a scene of Scott, in his pale purple and cyan pyjamas melting chocolate and muttering to himself something that sounded more like a spell from a game. and a pile of papers on all the counters.

"Well, an old elven festival to a love goddess is approaching so I decided to make Pix a small gift of a bit grander level than usual cookies," Scott explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the universe. "So I'm recreating the traditional recipe ancient elves' cookie recipe would make and gift to their loved ones," he finished with a wide grin. 

Jimmy just sighed. "I'm going back to bed," he waved and left Scott alone with his crazy old elven texts. He was pretty sure Scott would not summon any demons or ghosts with just some chocolate.

In the morning Scott was as chipper and well-rested looking as always. As if he didn't spend most of the night making a gift for Pix. And he had a colourful gift bad with no doubt some special tea and the 'ancient elven cookies'... At least he made breakfast for both of them to apologise for waking Jimmy. "Considering leaving Narnia?" Scott hummed with a cheeky grin.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Jimmy huffed but the thought of his annoying lab partner did cross his mind just briefly before he swatted it away. "You better not chicken out before giving this thing to Pix," he tossed back. Hoping to fluster Scott but that was a futile attempt. 

"Why would I?" Scott grinned cheerily. 

Jimmy just sighed, glad his classes started way before Scott's and that he didn't have to be seen with him. Having a lab with fWhip was a bit less than ideal... Narnia... Damn Scott and his words...

fWhip had a somewhat pleasant morning. Jimmy was quite bearable what was shocking. But more important than that. He had time to hang out in the antique shop before his next class. Even if Pix was busy restoring some old plate that was of little interest it was much better than the crowded coffee shop next door. And there was always a chance Scott would march in with a wide smile.

"Hello Scott," Pix sighed glancing up from the plate he was fixing.

"Hi Pix, hi fWhip. Merry Venhannen, it's an ancient elven love god holiday," Scott announced cheerfully. "And I decided to make you a gift," he grinned and presented Pix with a bright pink bag covered in cats. fWhip had to narrow his eyes at how bright the pink was actually. 

"Um... thank you?" Pix said and accepted the bag. His eyes got a bit wider as he looked inside. 

"It was nothing, just an excuse to make something nice for my favourite antique enthusiast," Scott chuckled, and as Pix investigated what was in the bag, turned to fWhip. "So, you and Jimmy plan to leave Narnia any time soon? It's a bit annoying to listen to him complain," he asked with a slight huff.

"Be nice," Pix scolded him while pulling out a colourful thermos cup, a box of cookies and a small box of chocolates, all handmade by Scott. And a card.

"Oi, I have the misfortune of living with Jimmy and his morning excess energy problem," Scott sighed. "You up for a date?"

#my stories #my stuff #empires smp #empires smp s2 #empiresshipping #weather husbands #esmp scott #esmp pixl

[fluffykitteninabox]

Sorry If I'm rude.

¿Why do you think the narrative treats endeavor as a good person deep down?

In my opinion If that were true then I don't think hori would made Endeavor go to AFO instead of going with Shouto and Touya,drawing Endeavor as a demonic shadow that destroyed his family and also looks like some sort of demon that's not even human in Dabi's backstory and have both Shouto and AFO saying how Endeavor is fleeing from his responsability.

Hi anon 🌻🌻🌻

Don't worry, you're not being rude at all 😊

Thank you for the ask, have some sparkles ✨✨✨

I half agree with you in a way. I actually think Endeavor's characterisation is really contradictory throughout the manga.

A "complete monster" half the time and "just a flawed human" the other half. I think that's why the fandom is so divided about him. You either love him or hate him, there's no in between.

Warning: me rambling again sorry, possible spelling mistakes, me dunking on Hawks a little bit, excessive use of italics

As you said there's the parts where he's literally drawn to look like a demon which are mostly from Shouto and Touya's perspectives of their backstories.

But there's also parts like

The hospital scene where we see him crying

Him leaving food at Touya's shrine

Even comedic scenes like him constantly texting Shouto who's ignoring him

These are all scenes where we see him in a neutral/positive light.

In those scenes he's more the dad who's trying to reconnect with his children because he was absent during their childhood.

And If it were just that then I would love to see his redemption arc. But being an absent father is the least bad thing he did in this case.

When he's crying and saying he feels bad about what he did it feels hypocritical to me, but my understanding is that the scene is still trying to make us sympathise with him.

To me this reads as "the public is wrong to put that responsibility on Endeavor"

As if it isn't actually his responsibility to make the public feel safe not just as the current number one, but as a hero in general. Something which he failed to do.

The fact that people have lost faith in the hero system is first and foremost society's fault, but it only happened because Endeavor was exposed as the worst of what said hero system had to offer.

He represents the exact opposite of what a number one hero should be, so the public has every right to criticise him. He doesn't deserve his position and in my opinion he should have lost it right after the first war.

But instead we get this random doctor saying he's rooting for him. This line has no purpose. It's not there to show us there's still people willing to support Endeavor, because we're going to see that with actually relevant characters just a couple of chapters later.

Sure we get Natsuo and Rei basically telling him to stop whining because he's not the victim here but that doesn't change the fact that the scene of him crying is there to at the very least get us to pity him.

We get three panels of him apologising and wiping his tears. Plus a close up of him looking even more sad and pathetic and talking about how his heart can't handle the guilt he's feeling, while 4 of his victims are standing in the room listening to him.

Then Best abuse apologist Jeanist and Hawks Keigo victim blamer Takami walk in and declare they're going to provide their full support to Endeavor.

Because obviously that's the person who needs support the most right now am I right?!

The public giving him a chance to prove himself and Hawks immediately assuming that Enji must be different now and deciding to help him don't make sense to me. Because Enji only started changing a few months before this. He was still the "irredeemable monster" right up until Kamino basically. The public and Hawks don't know that either. Why couldn't Hawks just as easily assume the exact opposite? Why does the public give him the benefit of the doubt after what they just learned? Because he gave a speech in a fancy suit and bowed once?? We see one person criticising him heavily during the speech/broadcast but they are focusing on the wrong thing in my opinion.

The public is portrayed as asking Endeavor and the heroes in general to ignore the accusations and even lie and pretend said accusations aren't true, and focus on defeating the villains. That's not holding the heroes accountable for their actions, that's ignoring half of the problem.

So even if we see people being disappointed with Endeavor, it mostly has to do with his performance as a hero, and not the fact that he shouldn't be a hero in the first place. He gets criticised for the wrong reasons. So I don't count that as him getting a taste of karma. Dabi's dance had the potential to bring said karma, but in my opinion it didn't. Basically me being disappointed about how the story went.

And while yes, characters like AFO are calling him out on his hypocrisy (hate that I have to agree with that bastard!) but the way I see it, the narrative is still coddling him.

He is currently supposedly finally facing Touya, but Touya had to go there himself and force him to do that. But it's still framed as a good character development moment for him, even though he didn't actively make any decision.

Endeavor is a reaction type character when instead he should be an active character.

For his redemption to feel earned he needs to actively do things to make that happen. But instead he actually avoids making decisions until he's forced to. He says he wants to change but it looks more like he's waiting for the change to happen automatically somehow. His "redemption arc" starts with him trying to basically insert himself back into the family dynamic as if nothing ever happened and he hasn't been abusing and neglecting them for the past... more than a decade, until Natsuo calls him out on it. All of his development happens internally, we see his thought process in detail. The first active thing he does is making a new house for his family to live separately from him. Which is... fine, but throwing money at his problems isn't really a good solution

And he's currently only half being held accountable. Again he didn't lose his job over this somehow. The narrative focuses on how he's going to make it up to his family which he's not doing a good job at anyway, and there's no talk about how he really shouldn't have a position of power like the number one hero spot.

I'm not saying we shouldn't focus on his relationship with his family. Obviously the whole point of his character is that he focuses too little on his family and too much on heroics. But him still having his position as a hero after all of what happened seems wrong to me. There's two ways to fix this

He gets fired after the first war. The public demanding that a person like Endeavor shouldn't have a job as a hero makes more sense than them demanding he doubles down and focuses on being a hero. This decision is like chaining his character arc and dragging him backwards.

Or he quits being a hero at the end of the manga to focus on his family, which is what I'm hoping will happen. If he stays a hero at the end of the story I will consider this officially the most botched character arc I have ever witnessed ever! And that's saying something because Hawks exist!

The second option would make him a more active character like I said he should be, but at the end of the story that doesn't really matter.

I hope I explained it well

Basically I just think it's inconsistent writing and Horikoshi deciding midway through the story that he wants to redeem him, because with his early characterisation it's obvious that this wasn't planned.

#thank you again for the ask #have some sparkles ✨✨✨ #anti endeavor #tagging this just in case #the hawks slander is with affection #the bastard jeanist slander not so much #cute question mark anon

[just-my-type-x]

Deadline For Love

Pic not mine

I enter the high school yard and sit by the fence to wait for my friends to show up. As i do so, i reach for my phone to enter the documents on it to run over some lessons for the upcoming exam next week. I try to focus on the pieces of information, but I'm interrupted by loud music coming from a car. I glance over at the car and widen them when i see a brand new jaguar parking across the street from me. My mouth falls open and i turn my head back to my phone when the driver comes out. The last thing i need is trouble for staring at a beautiful and expensive car. But you know what they say.. Curiosity killed the cat. So i turn around to look at the car one more time, when a beautiful man walks out of it. Brown, curly hair, wind blowing it but the hair still manages to lool flawless. He opens the backseat door to take his backpack and i notice his tight black longsleeve tucked in his black jeans, some boots in his feet. I swallow the excess of saliva that I didn't know i had and turn around quickly when he looks at me. I close my eyes and face-palm myself, cringing to the core. I decide to go back to my studying and act like nothing happened. Hearing footsteps on my left, i fight the urge to look if the man comes my way, wishing to steal one more sight of him. The footsteps stop next to me anf he clears his voice loudly, so he can capture my attention.

"You're not so subtle", i look at him, playing dumb. "Just so you know", he smiles and i smile back at him. "I'm Brad", he extends a hand towards me and i shake it happily

"I'm y/n. I'm sorry, but we don't usually see random handsome guys pulling up in Jaguars", i chuckle. "Just so you know". Brad laughs and I'm quick to conclude that this is the most beautiful sounding laughter. "So, are you new here?"

"Yes, actually. I know school started for a while, but there have been some problems my dad had to take care of at my other high school.", Brad leans on the fence and i copy his move

"That sounded like your dad threw the people responsible in a river", he laughs and i try not to blush. I love making people happy.

"Don't worry, it's just paperwork.", a group of people pass us and greet me and Brad, coming over to us to exchange some words and to meet Brad. I see him shift in his place and running his hand through his hair multiple times. Anxiety habit maybe? The group leaves soon after and i look at him, smirking.

"Who would've thought that the rich kid is shy", i pick my backpack off the ground and swing it over my shoulder

"Don't call me that, ok? We're not that close yet", tho his words speak facts, his tone is still warm and i kinda appreciate it. I apologise and go inside the building, letting my friends know I'm no longer waiting for them.

"So, what's your first class?", i ask him awkwardly after the last thing I've told him

" 'M not sure, i think Geography.", he frowns, looking at his schedule on his phone

"Wait, we have the same classes. My coordinator just texted the group chat, we're colleagues", i show him the text and we walk to the classroom. We enter and we greet five other classmates, Brad introducing himself to them.

"Oh my God, he's so cute", a girl whispers to her friend and i roll my eyes, dropping the backpack on the empty seat of the double desk. Brad blushes and involuntarily runs a hand through his curls. He stops at my desk, looking at me, patiently waiting for me to acknowledge him, while my nose is already buried in today's lesson.

"May i help you?", i laugh and he smiles. He looks at the seat that's occupied by the backpack. "Ooooh", i take my backpack away and he's quick to seat next to me.

"Thank you, it's so nice of you to offer me this seat", he jokes and i shake my head smiling.

"i would've said something, but we're not friends yet", i click my tongue and put the book in the middle so he could look at what I'm reading

"That I'm rich and funny?", Brad raises an eyebrow while taking a pen and a notebook out of his backpack. I nod and he laughs.

"What's that thing you always do with your hair?", i ask, while studying his face. He doesn't lift his eyes from the book and absently answers

"Yiu wouldn't believe it, but i am actually shy and can't handle moments like this, when I'm the new guy and all the attention drops on me"

"Well, you shouldn't come with a Jaguar at school", i mock him

"Please drop the car thing or tomorrow I'm coming riding the actual animal.", Brad tries keeping a straight face but fails.

~~~

A few days past and having Brad as my desk mate is a total blast. We started to get to know each other better and it turns out he's a total sweetheart. His sense of humour matches mine and we're on the same page with a lot of things. Maybe not that many. While I ace geography, he's totally lost without my help and a very important exam is coming up. While i take some notes for the exam, Brad comes into the classroom and takes my book away from me. He takes my hands in his and i raise an eyebrow at him.

"You have to help me pass this or I'm lost"

"I can't give you my brain", i chuckle

"No, but you're intelligent and you've been going through the lessons everyday since i got here and I'm sure you can put some information in my brain", he looks at me hopeless. I sigh and ask myself why shouldn't i do it and i have no answer to that question. So i happily agree to that. He gives me a quick hug and when i get back in my seat properly, my elbow hits the wall behind me. I moan in pain and mumble a fuck under my breath. I feel Brad watching me so i look back at him and see him smirk. "If you sound like this in bed too, then that's intriguing", he laughs and i hit him playfully in the arm.

"You'll just have to imagine that, Simpson"

"Mmm, bet my imagination isn't that colorful as reality might be", Brad runs a hand through his hair and smirk at me while leaning on the back of the chair. I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Then you'll have to become creative", i wink at him and put my notes on the side of his desk. "Have some of this information learned by tomorrow afternoon. We'll go to my place to study together", i try to keep my voice neutral, tho this joke about my moaning got me playing since scenarios in my head that i didn't know i had the ability to create.

"If i guess the answers right, do i get any type of reward?", he goes through the notes and runs a finger over the highlighted words.

I gasp

"For a shy guy like you, you definitely have a dirty mind"

"And mouth, i can assure you." he's still looking through the notes, frowning, like he doesn't say any big deal. I fall back on my seat, trying to keep my mind from wondering off into the wrong direction. I study Brad, his back broad and muscular, his shirts and t-shirt making it look so masculine. His arms are well built as well, legs too. Little curls forming at the back of the head and the rest of the curls being parted everywhere in the front. His coffee eyes read carefully over the hours and hours of information I've studied for, his lips parted, whispering what he reads. His fingers nice and long, the rings adding an extra wish for me look longer at his hands. Brad runs a hand through his hair and i frown when a strand of hair isn't placed as nicely as before. "Just because i don't see you, it doesn't mean i don't feel uncomfortable when you're watching me", he leans back in his seat to face me. I turn on the side and put my arm on the back of the seat, holding my head with my hand, looking in his eyes and him looking into mine without blinking.

"I was trying to see if i invited a serial killer into my house"

"I think we'll have to wait and see"

"Brad!", i push him playfully.

"I was joking. There's nothing you have to worry about. Other than my excessive stupidness for this subject", we both laugh and give each other one more smile when the teacher enters the classroom

The class comes to an end and we all reach for our backpacks to get out of the classroom. "Don't go yet, one more thing", the teacher yells and we all stop in our tracks to pay attention to her. "I changed my mind about the exam.", a sigh of relief escapes all of our mouths. Brad looks at me and smiles and i wink at him. "It's gonna be a 2 people project.", a wave of disappointment is heard from all around the classroom, but i almost clap out of excitement. Projects are my thing and I always ace them. I look over to my best friend and we both smile at each other, because we always work together. "The project has to be about your European trips. If you went to Berlin, i want pictures, if yiu went to Rome, i want pictures and so on. Afterwards, i want information about type of climate, fauna vegetation and so on about the certain country. I'll email you all the requirements. Oh and i almost forgot, your team mates are your desk mates. No changes. ", the teacher leaves before we do and we remain with mouths open, because we're used to choosing our partners. I look at Brad who's already looking at me.

"I hope you've travelled outside England, pretty boy", i sigh and head towards the door, him following me.

"Oh, we're going to have fun", Brad smirks and we both head outside for the break.

~~~~~

After school, we both go back to my place to start working on the project. I get inside his car and don't know how to act casual enough in such a not avarege car for an 18 year old. Brad gets in the driver's seat and puts on his seatbelt, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. He's been overwhelmed in the past days since chsnging schools and being the new guy again. He doesn't like being in the public eye for sure, but his little habits he does when he's shy make my soul happy. We drive off in silence, while groups of people follow us with their eyes. I roll my eyes, but Brad doesn't seem to notice the jealous eyes of those who are the same age as he is and don't even have a driver's licence. The radio plays quietly in the background and Brad vibes to the music by tapping the wheel to the rythm. I decide to look outside the window, because i don't want him to believe i'm staring at him.

I replay the past week while we pass trees and houses fast. Meeting Brad was really unexpected and i didn't know i needed him to come into my life. I didn't think i needed to surround myself with new people so i could feel good and energetic. Somehow, he managed to bring my true self back and for that i'm going to be forever greatful to him.

We pull up at my house and instruct him to park into my family's garage, as it's empty. We get inside and i'm thankful my mom cooked, because we're both hungry and not patient enough to wait for food delievery. We eat, get to know each other a little bit better and laugh almost at everything the other says, not necesarily because it's funny, but because we have too much of a good vibe together.

An hour or so later, we're both on the living room floor and looking at pictures and videos of each other's vacations. Brad is part of a group of him and three other boys, who are his best friends, and he is pretty much always on the road with them. He says it's an unwritten rule for them to go out of the country as long as they can afford it, so whenever they're free, they hop on the first plane. I almost choke on my water when he says that and all of a sudden i look at my vacation photos that are mostly taken by my parents while on vacation with them.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to make you feel bad", he apologies and comes next to me, putting his hand on the small of my back. i look up at him and smile.

"Don't worry, i'm fine. You're the last person who would make me feel bad, Bradley", i pinch his cheek.

"Good. Oooh, what do we have here?", Brad reaches for my phone to look at a photo closely. "This picture should be illegal", he says in a serious voice, but i chuckle and lean on him to try get my phone back, but he raises his arm higher.

"Stop, i don't like that photo", i whine and get on my feet to reach the phone. The photo he's looking at is a picture taken at a restaurant on the beach and my friend took a picture of me having a sip of cocktail, my chest only covered by a small bikini bra.

"Shut up, you're breathtaking. We're not using this photo", he laughs and takes the phone away when i almost catch it. I give up and sit back down. "Ok,let's get back to our project, because you're distracting me and that's not good.", he hands me my phone.

"How am i distracting you?", i raise my eyebrow, but i know the answer to my question

"Y/N, I'm at the peak of my hormones and your exposed chest on a restaurant table look more appetising than the menu.", my mouth falls open while i question how he kept a straight face while saying all of this. I blush and look away from him.

"Thanks for the honesty", i chuckle

"Yeah, well, i can't thank you for other things", my face heats up even more and i push him away playfully.

"Just don't think about me when you do it. Please.", i manage to say, while going back to the laptop, seeing the empty slides we need to fill in.

"Will it make you do it yourself?", his voice is low in my ear and i breath heavily all of a sudden. I shake my head to forget the feeling.

"It will make me wanna finish this stupid project so i could focus on more important things"

"And when i thought you wanted to finish me", Brad fakes he's hurt by putting a hand over his chest

"After we finish the project", i smirk proudly when his face shifted with surprise, his eyes sparkling.

We start adding photos and information in our presentation, both Brad and i shifting in our places because of our conversation.

"Fuck it", Brad closes the laptop and moves it further from me, while pulling me by the hands towards him. He sits on the floor, his back leaning on the couch and he motions me to get on his lap. I do as told and he grabs my waist, his lips instantly landing on mine. We move in sync, our tongues brushing softly over one another, my crotch rubbing on him, creating a much needed friction by both of us. He gasps and moves his hands lower, holding me by the ass. We break the kiss and look into each other's eyes and smile. I want to move from his lap, but he grabs my thigh to hold me in place, murmuring a no. Brad puts a strand of hair behind my ear and cups my face before kissing me again, gently this time.

"Let's just take things slow, alright?", his voice is calm, while he's all blushy and needy

"Alright", i nod

"But i promise I'll make you call in sick when you won't be able to get out of bed when i finally get the chance to have sex with you", he slaps my ass gently, making me wish he hit it a little bit harder. I give him a kiss.

"I can't wait for that", i kiss him again, deepening the kiss

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This became longer than expected so unfortunately i didn't get to write about preliminaries, but i hope u enjoyed the rest of the imagine. Also, as u can see in the request, it says 2 imagines, so of course i didn't respond to the whole request because i don't want people to see what's the request. However, i can make it as a part 2 to this one. So if you guys want that to be a part 2 (and trust me it's interesting) and if the anon who requested it sees it, pls let me know if u want the 2nd request to be somehow this part's continuation ♥️

#brad simpson #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson smut #the vamps #bradsimpson #bradley will simpson #bradley simpson #bradley simpson imagine

[talistheintrovert]

Talis ilysm my darling. Congratulations! 🎉 👀 easy A - I freaking love that movie ❤️

AHHH BABE!! ILY 💗💗💗 

Finn was smiling at her over the table even as her heart sank and she started internally praying to every god she could think of for a way out. 

“Um. What are you talking about?”

“The deal, right? Do I pay you now or later?” 

The thing was, idiot that she had been, she thought Finn had asked her out as a friend, or maybe on a real date - not to make a deal with her. 

She really hadn’t meant to become the queen of taking virginities and doling out street cred, but sometimes life be like that. First it had been Jasper Jordan, who was so desperate for people to stop teasing him about being a high school senior still in possession of his v-card that Clarke had offered to tell people she’d taken it. It wasn’t like it was a big deal, it was just sex, and she’d never understood the obsession with knowing if other people had or hadn’t done it anyway. He was so grateful that he made a special batch of moonshine for her which was now half-finished and hidden under her bed. 

Then it had been Monty, who had been frustrated at the rampant homophobia in the guys locker room at his bisexuality to the point where he wanted to pretend to be straight, just for a little while. Jasper mentioned her name and she pretended to date him for two weeks, and now the three of them were pretty good friends considering how they started. 

But somehow word got out, and as is wont to happen with school rumour mills, it got mixed up. Half the school knew about her willingness to pretend for a friend in need, or cash, and the other half just thought she was a raging slut. 

She’d never really cared about what everybody else thought of her; most of her life she’d been labelled the “princess” or the “know-it-all” so she learned to stop caring about mean labels pretty quickly. 

Now she was sitting in a diner across from Finn and she suddenly felt blind-sided by it. Because the two factions of school rumour had become so turgid that there was now more than one person who thought Clarke was literally just a prostitute - selling herself for money. This was, of course, not helped by Echo Espion, who at this point seemed to be openly telling people Clarke was a whore. 

Clarke pushed her plate away, suddenly not hungry. “I’m not like that, Finn.”

He frowned, seeming genuinely distressed by her sudden change of humour. “What do you mean? It’s not a secret, Clarke, everyone knows.”

“It’s not true.” She said, firmly; end of discussion. 

Yet, for some unfathomable reason, he continued. “I’m not, like, judging you or anything. I’m paying too, it’s not like I think I’m better than that.”

“You know what, I think I’m done with dinner.” She slid to the end of the booth. “You should probably lose my number.”

She was halfway across the carpark when he cornered her, grabbing her wrist. “Hey, I paid-”

“-Collins, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” A deep voice cut through Clarke’s pounding heartbeat in her ears and she spun around to find Bellamy Blake standing by the bins, his uniform half-untucked. She’d forgotten he worked here. 

Finn didn’t let go of her arm. “None of your business, Blake, don’t you have some customers to annoy?”

“Nope.” He said, eyes trained on Finn’s fingers around Clarke’s wrist. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“Why would I?”

Bellamy folded his arms and took a menacing step forward. “The lady said no already, jackass. So it follows that you would then find someone else. Someone who actually wants your pathetic ass.”

Finn straightened, puffing his chest out. “I pay, she puts out, everyone knows that.”

It was the wrong thing to say. Bellamy drew his fist back but before he even had a chance to strike, Clarke had jerked her leg up and rammed her knee into Finn’s dick. He doubled over, looking up at her in shock and pain. 

“I slipped,” she shrugged, stepping away from him. 

She turned her back on his glare and started walking towards her car, acutely aware that Bellamy was following her. 

“I can take care of myself, you know. It’s a pretty well-lit carpark.”

“Actually, I was hoping I could get a ride,” he said, and they both knew he was lying, that his bus would be arriving soon, but he ended up in her passenger seat anyway. 

They drove in silence for a while, until they both started to speak at once. He apologised but Clarke rolled her eyes at him and he smiled.

“Sorry. I was going to ask if you needed directions.”

“No, I remember the way.”

She hadn’t been to his house since middle school, back when she was friends with Octavia and she had the biggest crush on him it was possible to have. But she and O drifted apart and when Bellamy graduated, two years old than Clarke but only a year ahead because he had to take a break to take care of his mother, she didn’t really think she’d see him again. Yet he seemed to always be around, at parties, after school, at that restaurant. He was still friends with a lot of people from her grade, because of Octavia, and everyone he was friends with had graduated a year before him, so it made sense. Didn’t make it easy for her to pretend her crush was past-tense though. Especially when he came to her rescue in a dark carpark without prompting and then pretended he needed a ride home just to make sure she got safely to her car. 

She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. “Hey, you know I’m not a prostitute, right?”

He made a face. “I wouldn’t care if you were, there’s nothing wrong with jobs in the sex industry as long as you’re safe.”

“Yeah but... you know I’m not, right?”

“Yeah, Clarke.” He smiled softly at her and it was suddenly really hard to keep her eyes on the road. “I knew the second I heard about Jasper and you. I asked him about it and he basically confirmed my suspicions, and then suddenly half the student body was claiming to have slept with you, and you bought a new laptop, so.”

“Hey, I needed that laptop, for science.” 

“What science?”

“...art.”

He snorted. “Sounds about right.”

She pulled up in his driveway but he didn’t get out. Instead, he leaned over and turned the engine off, holding her gaze. 

“You’re okay, right? I know you don’t care about your reputation and I know you’re annoyingly noble so you’ll keep doing it even if you get hurt as long as you think it’s helping other people, but... I don’t want you getting hurt. You deserve better than people thinking they’re entitled to sleep with you just because of some high school rumours.”

“I really want to kiss you.” She said. 

Out loud. 

He blinked. “Uh. That’s not really the response I was expecting.”

“Yeah, well, I’m unpredictable.” She frowned, eyes darting to his lips. “I don’t just want to kiss you now, because you’re being nice to me. I’ve wanted to kiss you for years, since back when you hated me. I just... I’m not scared of telling you anymore.”

“Wait, you like me?!” His mouth fell open. “Seriously? But Echo told me...”

“Echo told you? Echo your ex-girlfriend who notoriously hates me and is currently telling the entire town that I’m a call girl? That Echo?”

“Ah. Yep.” He scrubbed a hand down his face in frustration. “I’m just... you like me?”

“Stupid amounts.” She admitted. “Really, just... stupid, ridiculous amounts.”

“God, do you have any idea how much I like you?” He asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’ve been wanting to date you for years and I didn’t know how to ask and then you just come right out and tell me you want to kiss me. If I’d have known it was that easy to say I would have said it years ago, but it always seemed so hard.”

She shrugged. “I like you. And you still look at me like I’m normal even when the world thinks I’m sleeping with people for money. You’re worried about me, even though I got myself into this situation. It just sort of slipped out.”

“I should have let it slip out years ago.” He scolded himself.

“Probably.” She hummed.

He reached over and took her hand carefully. “Do you really wanna kiss me?”

“Yes.” She said breathlessly. 

“It’ll cost you,” he teased, and she smacked his chest in annoyance, but she was already leaning in and they were both smiling and when their lips touched Clarke could forget that anything in the world existed outside of that moment in her shitty car in front of his shitty house, with the nicest guy she’d ever met.

#talis's 666 celebration! #follower celebration #666 fics #answered #eyessharpweaponshot #I HOPE YOU LIKE IT HONEYYYY <3 #also i'm sorry if my 'read more' isn't working #i keep trying #but tumblr is fkn useless #so i apologise for the excess of text #long post

[stoportotouch]

you know, i think the only Daniil Lies To Somebody For One Reason Or Another that really gave me pause/affected me in Some Way was telling young vlad his father was alive after i gave him to the termitary

#ollie considers #text #pathologic #it isn't as though daniil is necessarily Above lying to make somebody else feel better #but #this was completely missable and optional for one thing #and also. to get excessively in character for a second... #tbh i found winding young vlad up and then making him backtrack and apologise for Reacting to it... quite fun #so it kind of felt far more honest than Actually Being Truthful with him somehow

[finelinevogue]

hi! can you write something angsty where harry and y/n have broken up?

The last week had been really tough.

Understandably there was no-one to blame but yourself for your sadness and anxiety. You had been the one to break up with Harry and leave him to enjoy his own life.

You never thought it would hurt this much.

Harry had been an absolute rock for you these past few months and you owed everything to him. Your happiness stemmed from his joyful centre and was one of the things you missed the most about him. His lips, his eyes, his hair, his neck, his heartbeat and his fingers were only added on to the minute list of other things you missed about him.

It was hard to keep up with the news, seeing Harry and Olivia's faces plastered everywhere. A lot of them were talking about how they were perfect for each other and this was exactly what Harry needed, which only hurt more. You thought you'd been enough - but clearly management thought you hadn't and neither had Harry if he agreed to doing the stunt.

After travelling back to the UK you got a couple of texts from Harry, freaking out over your whereabouts since you'd walked home in the dark and telling you to contact him as soon as possible. You let him with one final text and then blocked his number;

Guess we both stopped running, hey? Bye, Harry <3

Your little emoji at the end meant a lot more than a simple 'i like you', now, but it was too late for Harry to know that now. He was always going to be the right person at the wrong time.

As if your love life hadn't been giving you enough grief your job was being even worse.

Today you were working a 10 hour shift at the restaurant, and it was a Saturday night so it was even busier than normal. You were very understaffed this evening and so the workload was overbearing. You were waitressing for more than ten tables and hostessing. Pippa, your co-worker and best friend, had picked up an extra shift to help when you secretly texted her an SOS message.

"P, I just need to go give food to Table 16 so could you go seat the people waiting at the door?" You asked her and she complied.

You wiped some excess sweat off your forehead and walked swiftly over to the kitchen to pick up food for Table 16. The food had been waiting for at least a minute and you were scolded for not being quick enough.

"Hurry up Y/N. Now!" Your manager shouted at you. He usually just stood in his big-boss suit and did nothing to help. He would walk around during the evening and ask people for their opinions on the food, attempting to give god customer service. He was so horrible to his staff members though, and the only reason you stuck around was because you needed to pay rent somehow.

"Sorry Sir," You apologised and shakily picked up the heavy plates. After leaving Harry, even though it had only been a week, you had lost a significant amount of weight and had become a lot weaker. You haven't been eating properly and your sleep schedule was practically none existent. You were completely worn out and your body was taking the effects of that.

You sped as fast as you could, with balancing plates on hand, towards the correct table and swore to yourself as you managed to burn yourself on the plate. It was touching your thumb and it was becoming hotter and hotter on your skin by the second.

"Hi, sorry about the delay." You apologised on behalf of the staff, or lack there of. You placed the dishes in front of the two ladies and smiled the best you could.

"The service here tonight is terrible, can I just say. I'd like to speak to your manager after my dinner." The woman aggressively spoke to you as if everything had been your fault, not giving a second thought to how you were only delivering the food and not making it.

"Oh i'm so–" You couldn't even finish before the other woman was chipping in.

"Don't be expecting a tip this evening." She was quick to chime in, the other woman nodding in agreement. "You can go now." She brushed her hand to warn you away. You held your head low in shame.

The job didn't exactly pay well, so you needed every tip you could get in order to pay for bills and put food on the table for yourself. It wasn't like you were living off scraps, but sometimes it was hard to pull enough money together for the end of the months rent. Hearing that you were going to be getting one less tip tonight only made you think about whether you were going to sacrifice hot water for a chocolate pudding, or whether it would be the gooey dessert for a warm shower.

You were on your way back to the kitchen to pick up the next round food available to serve when a man reached his hand out to stop you. You really needed to go and wash your throbbing hand under cold water, and fast, before it blistered and became anymore painful.

"Oops, sorry Sir. Can I help?" You asked, as you were cut short of your walk by his hand. You held onto your burning hand, thinking it would help relieve the pain when in reality you knew it wouldn't.

"Yes. My food is cold. I want all of it to be re-done." He could've at least said please or used a smile, but no. You could just add this to the list of things that were going wrong today.

"Oh I apologise for that, Sir. I'll get on that right away." You walked away quickly, walking to the register to cash in his order again, but discounting it so he didn't have to pay for any of it. You had asked Mikey, on the way over, to go and clear away their plates of cold food and return them to the kitchen.

As you put the last item through the till Pippa came alongside you, with a cash and cheque. Pippa's customer service had always been so amazing that there was no surprise when she kept her £10 tip. That could buy you your chocolate pudding, you thought to yourself - maybe even two.

"You okay?" She asked, noticing how you were grabbing on to on of your hands whilst the other was shaking. For some stupid reason there was only one till that took cash in this restaurant, and so Pippa had to wait until you were done to use it.

"Oh yeah it's nothing." you say calmly, moving your hand away to show her what you thought was only a small burn but now turned out to be quite scary looking. It was ridiculously red and the skin was obviously burnt.

"Y/N! What the hell? That's not nothing. That looks like a second degree burn." Pippa exclaimed, trying to keep her own voice down so to not attract attention.

"Yeah, well it's not important right now." You sighed, logging out of the register so she could log in. You were about to leave when she caught your wrist on your good hand.

"Y/N/N," she warned sternly, "go and run your hand under cold water now and–"

"Y/N. Table 6 now!" Your manager shouted at you. He must have noticed you and Pippa talking and automatically have thought you were both yapping about girl stuff rather than doing your job, when in actual fact Pippa was genuinely worried for her good friend.

"Yes, Sir." You turned around left Pippa to it, hearing her loudly sigh behind you. Her sigh made you feel even worse - thinking that you'd disappointed her on top of everything else. It's not like you didn't want to go and attend to your hand, but more that you couldn't. Every few seconds it would really sting and you hated the feeling. It sent slight shivers up the backs of your legs and up your spine, proving that your body was not taking to the new injury very well.

You patted down your simple outfit and swallowed down the overly large lump in the back of your throat. You wanted to so badly cry, but now was not the time nor the place.

The walk over to table 6 didn't take long and luckily nobody stopped you along the way. You smiled at a gorgeous baby and she waved back, filling you with a little love that you'd so desperately needed today.

You took out your notepad and pen before you arrived at the booth. The boots were expensive, so you could assume that whoever was sitting in it was rich and would be ordering something like lobster this evening. You clicked your pen on and looked up at your customers just before arriving at the table, but when you made eye contact with him you stopped.

He was here.

The one man that you'd given your everything to and it just hadn't been enough. The one man that you'd loved unconditionally and he didn't feel the same. The one man that you thought was your forever but his was someone else.

Harry. God, did he look annoyingly good. He was just wearing some flares and a sweater, as usual, and yet he looked like was ready to walk down Guccis runway. He looked incredible, which was a lot more than you could ever say for yourself. You look at yourself now and then back to him and understand why you hadn't been enough. You look at yourself now and then at the beautiful woman sat next to him and understand why you hadn't been enough.

Olivia was a beautiful woman and they really did deserve all the happiness, but it was just hard to admit that and watch it with your own eyes.

With one final look into those big, dreamy, eyes that looked just as shocked as yours, you rushed away. No words exchanged. You couldn't even comprehend that he was actually here. Yes, he always used to come here, but you assumed after this past week he'd never want to come back here again. Why was he even back in London? Surely they had a load of press to continue to work through in the States before returning to England. You never thought seeing him again would be causing this much mental dilemma.

After rushing away, blocking out any customer who was calling for your service, you made your way in to the back corridor which contained the employee toilets. The customer toilets were at the front of the restaurant, so you had no worries having to hide from them. The corridor was gross, though, and you wished to be anywhere else right now.

You couldn't even get 10 seconds to yourself, or to calm yourself down, before your grumpy, old, employer burst through the unlocked door in to the corridor.

"Y/N get back out there, right now, and do your damn job." He screamed at you from the tiny corridor. He had no respect for personal space.

"I need a minute." You say quietly, finding it hard to find the strength to even return to work right now.

"I don't give a shit. You get out there and serve Table 6, right now, before I lose my chill." He angrily spat back at you, making you afraid to see what he'd be like without his chill.

"I can't serve that table, Sir." You held back your tears, feeling the need to be strong for yourself. You felt yourself on the cusp of a huge breakdown though - everything had been so overwhelming this evening. You'd been blamed for just about everything and now your ex-boyfriend was here with his whole management and Olivia. You just couldn't do it.

"And why the fuck not, Y/N." Your boss asked you sternly, crossing his arms over to make him seem more intimidating.

"Because... becau– it's personal." You tried to explain without explaining, knowing you boss wouldn't give a damn whether you explained it or not. He only cared about profit and his well fare - nothing else. You were below the floor on his list of priorities, which wasn't exactly gold standard for staff well-being.

"I've had just about enough of your bullshit, Y/N." He calmly stated, which was your first clue that this wasn't good. "You're fired." And there it was.

Fired.

"Wha– Sir? You can't–" You stumbled over your words, feeling the tears soak your eyes now. Your tense state had grown even worse and you could feel the cramps in your body begin to build. The pain in your hand was long forgotten and the pain in your chest was settling, because reality had just come knocking on your door. It had come knocking and had broken in before you could even open it. The reality was you were now jobless. No income. No warm shower or chocolate pudding.

"I can and I just did. You're lazy and your customer service is disgraceful. I need people who are hard-working, not slackers. I need people who are strong, not weak. Now get out of my restaurant." He walked away and slammed the door shut on the way out.

When the door shut you were free to collapse and cry.

You let everything out. Every single tear you could produce, fell. Why did you have to be the one given a shitty life? Of course, it was nowhere near as awful as some peoples lives but you really didn't understand what you were doing wrong to gather this much hate. Your boss hated you and so fired you. Your friend was disappointed in you, which made you feel invaluable. Your ex-boyfriend was, well you thought was, the love of your goddamn life and he very clearly didn't feel the same way.

Once, you had had everything. Job. Good friends. Boyfriend. Love. Now, well you weren't even sure what you had anymore.

All the good things in life were slipping away and you felt like you were slipping away with them.

After crying so much that you couldn't breathe you attempted to calm yourself down. The tears were stinging your eyes now and the sobs were causing your throat to hurt. The floor was the only thing keeping you grounded right now and everything else was just passing by. You were glad none of the employees came back here, because you would be too embarrassed if someone saw your state right now.

Voices and the sound of a commotion were heard beyond the door, but you were too weak to even pull yourself up from the floor to see. The voices were loud and only a few steps away from the door, but your own internal thoughts and struggles were keeping you from them.

They even kept you from hearing the door open.

It was only until you were being embraced in someones arms that you realised you weren't sat alone anymore. You didn't have to second guess who's embrace it was, knowing his hugs like the back of your hand. He didn't stop you from crying though, in fact he encouraged it.

"Let it out, Y/N/N. You're okay." Hearing his voice for the first time in over a week - possibly more - was hard for you. Of course, it was comforting but that was just the problem. His voice was only going to remind you of you couldn't have anymore. His voice was a reminder that he was no longer yours.

"Pl-please leave m-me alone." You hiccupped, from where Harry had you pressed hard against his chest. This was something he always did to calm you down, as you could hear and feel his heartbeat beneath his chest. Yet another thing that teased you about what wasn't yours anymore. His heart was Olivias now and it was difficult to accept that.

"No." Harry quickly responded, not even releasing his hold on you in the slightest bit. In fact, he tightened it.

"Harry, p-please." You sobbed. Harry knew you better than you knew yourself though, and you knew that too. He knew leaving you now would be a worse idea than the guy who told Trump to go into politics. He wasn't planning on leaving either.

"I'm not going anywhere." He reassured you, knowing that's what you were pleading for the second time. You gripped onto his shirt, to try and feel him as close as possible, but only ended up hurting your hand. The hiss you let out was enough to concern Harry to loosen his hold on you to check you out.

Harry took your hand, noticing how your head had stayed in the same position on his chest as before. He looked at it and winced when he saw the damage. It covered a good third of the back of your hand and worked its way on to your palm slightly. It was bad enough for Harry to completely forget about anything else happening tonight and solely focus on you. He turned your hand in both of his, examining it to asses the extent of the burn. Harry knew how much your worked yourself, if not overworked, and knew you didn't take full care of yourself the way you should.

"I-it hurts, Harry." You whimpered, another heartbreaking sob taking over your body. It was hard for Harry to see you like this, especially when he was the cause.

"I know, baby. I'm going to fix it though. I'm going to fix everything."

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the other widow : b.b

natasha may have left what she once knew behind when she became an avenger, but there is still so much more to learn about her sister who escaped the red room with the help of a certain metal armed soldier. (3k)

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In another life, things might've been different for you. Perhaps, you could have left your home country and followed many your age in their quest to find a better life in America or Europe. You might have met someone, a kind man who took care of you, who loved you deeply.

That would have been nice, in another lifetime. But it wasn't reality, at least, not yours.

Your reality was living in a world plagued by nightmares, of what was done to you for many years. It hurt to blink as you saw yourself, lying back on that table as Doctors crowded around you, muttering about the success of their work.

"No, she's still out there," Your ears perk up at the conversation behind you. The kitchen window remains open whilst you sit outside, tugging at the rose petals from the rose bush. It always was too pretty. Pretty things aren't designed to last for long.

Melina sighs heavily into her phone, glancing away from the window. "What do you expect me to do? She doesn't go anywhere." Disappointment laces her tone combined with the tiredness of her mind. She's been trying for months to encourage you to go out, further than the land you live on.

Faintly you can hear the other end of the conversation, Melina always had a habit of keeping her phone on speaker. "I might visit soon." That is all you managed to hear, but it was enough for you to drop the remainder of the rose and crush the petals beneath your feet.

"Oh good, you're awake." A pair of gloves snap against his wrists, causing you to flinch in your seat. "Now, Y/n, there's no point trying to struggle, you know what happened last time." Doctor Yeznik reminds you with a twisted smile, waiting for you to nod.

"They deserved it." You dare to mutter, only to hear Yeznik chuckle before he turns back to face you, gripping your face in his hand.

"And you deserve this." He seethes, stabbing a needle into your arm before you can fight back. "No one is coming to save you, Y/n, never forget that." Yeznik whispers, watching as your eyes begin to droop until you're unable to fight the urge to sleep.

Rising to your feet, you can feel a smile ghost your lips at the sight of a Blue Tit perching on the edge of the birdbath. One of his wings isn't quite right, and as you approach it, it remains perfectly still.

Holding your hands out, you ignore the scars from the restraints still marking your wrists and forearms. "I won't hurt you," You tell the bird as it dips its head into the water, shaking the excess off. "I can help you, little one." You add quietly, only to watch the bird retreat and fly away uneasily.

"There's always next time." Melina calls out from the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Yeah," You nod, lowering your arms and bury your hands into your pockets. "if it makes it through the night without being able to fly far."

Entering the kitchen, you pass Alexei in silence, despite him turning his head to speak up.

Once out of sight, Alexei averts his attention to Melina who simply shakes her head. "She's still working on recovering." Melina sighs, taking a seat opposite the broad man. "The, the red room got worse after Natasha escaped."

"You don't have to explain," Alexei waves her off, aware of you standing at the top of the stairs, listening in due to the creak of the floorboards. "it'll take time."

"I just don't know if that's something we have." Melina comments, passing a burner phone to Alexei with a text message on display.

Shifting in his seat, Alexei looks back at Melina before crushing the phone in his grasp. "We'll do what we can." He mutters before silence ensues and the pressure from the floorboard beneath your feet eases as you return to your needed solitude.

*

Opening your eyes, you knew something was off, something was different within the house.

Underneath your pillow, you grab ahold of your gun before traipsing out from your room which remains in permanent darkness.

As you exit your bedroom, light tries to seep through the gap in the door but you quietly close it, keeping the darkness concealed from the light.

Avoiding any creaking floorboards, you keep your gun aimed at all times before the faint sound of laughter catches your attention from downstairs. It was a rarity to hear anything joyous in the household, mostly arguments occurred or stories of fights Alexei shares that you can recite from memory if you were ever asked.

But this was different, something lighthearted shared for a brief moment before you turn the corner and hover by the kitchen doorway seeing all the seats taken at the table, Melina's now taken by a redhead.

"This is a surprise." You speak up, placing your gun on the counter, now catching everyone's attention.

Smiling to Yelena, Natasha quickly turns around in her chair, leaning her arm over the back. "Hey sis," She greets you, her accent replaced by an American version. "long time no see, huh?"

Everyone in the room remains still, waiting for you to make the first move like a scared animal. You'll either scarper or approach with caution, and even at that moment, you're unsure which route you'll take.

"What brings you back here?" You ask, crossing your arms over your chest as you remain standing, despite Alexei rising to his feet and offering you his chair.

"There's some unfinished business I have to deal with." Natasha states, and Yelena motions for you to come closer whilst Natasha has her back turned.

"And we're being dragged into it somehow?" You're quick to comment, remembering the last time it happened which resulted in your previous home being burnt to the ground and Natasha vanishing into thin air once more.

Rising to her feet, Natasha walks over to the doorway leading into the garden. She doesn't wait for you to follow, but she knows eventually you will.

"She means well, Y/n." Yelena tells you whilst playing with a knife, jabbing it against the table despite Melina swatting it away.

Humming to yourself, you force your feet forward until you're outside, listening to the peaceful presence of nature.

Whilst you're in your own world temporarily, Natasha can't help but take the opportunity to observe you, notice the changes since she last saw you. Melina explained the nightmares you've been having of late, how you wake up clawing at your own skin until it bleeds and you clutching onto a pillow, tearing into the cotton with ease as you sob.

You look visibly drained, that much Natasha can tell. She knew she should've brought you with her, away to America the last time she was here, but there wasn't enough time. She watched you from afar as the building fell into itself, devoured by the flames and you looking around for your sister, nowhere to be seen.

"There's a little blue tit who visits daily now," You begin to explain, opening your eyes as they remain trained on the empty birdbath. "he's got a damaged wing, can't fly very far but he always visits." Moving closer to the bath, you can see the reflection of other birds flying above in groups. One or two flies further back from the others, flapping their wings in desperation to not be left behind; something you know all too well.

As your hands rest on the birdbath, Natasha can see the scars across your skin clearly.

"Y/n, I never got a chance to apologise last time I was here," Natasha begins, stepping closer toward you, yet you seem oblivious to her words.

"And I hope at some point he'll let me help him, mend him back to his best so he can fly away." Your lips rise for a second at the thought before returning to a straight line, now allowing yourself to process Natasha's statement. "You don't need to apologise, Nat."

"But I do, Y/n." Natasha urges as she resists reaching out for your hand, knowing no one touches you anymore unless they dare risk a broken bone or two. "I should've found you in there and taken you with me. You were still a child, I,"

"I don't blame you, sister." Turning to face her, you force yourself to smile, an attempt to reassure her as she frowns deeply. "The only person I blame for everything is Yeznik." You can't help but shudder, hearing his voice in the back of your mind, one of the many who taunts you in your sleep.

"That's why I'm here." Natasha states.

You can't stop the scoff from leaving your lips. "You can't be serious, Natasha." Yet, you watch your sister nod immediately. "Do you want to get yourself killed?"

"I could ask you the same thing." She retorts, catching you off guard. "Don't think I don't know about the truth behind your escape, Y/n."

"What are you talking about?" You question, knowing better than to confess to your sister of all people. "I escaped that hell hole on my own. Killed several guards in the process and escaped with nine bullet wounds." You remind her, lifting your shirt to show the bullet wound scars that never properly healed.

"But you didn't escape from the Red Room. You escaped during a mission." She explains, watching your expression falter for half a second, but it was enough for her to know you're lying.

Shaking your head, you back away toward the small hutch hidden beneath an oak tree that currently houses three rabbits.

"That is preposterous, even for me, Natasha." You chuckle, opening the hutch and reach for the number one who happily hops out and stands beside you.

Looking away from you, Natasha can see the three others watching closely from the kitchen window. She can see Yelena mouthing something, but rolls her eyes when Natasha shakes her head.

"The Winter Soldier." Yelena marches over, causing you to tense up and the rabbit hops back into the hutch as you gently lock it once more. "Remember him, Y/n?"

"His name is Bucky." You mutter under your breath before slowly standing up. "And don't you dare talk about him." You spit at Yelena who spares Natasha a look.

"You helped each other escape, didn't you?" Natasha pushes her question, and this time to her surprise you don't object.

"Follow me," You sigh, walking around the garden to a set of stairs, leading you to the rooftop filled with trees and plants.

Admiring the greenery, Natasha hesitantly follows behind you.

"You going to stand there all day or sit down?" Raising a brow to Natasha, she breathes out a laugh and sits down on one of the seats dotted around that isn't taken by a plant.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Natasha leans forward, resting her forearms on her thighs and you mirror her action.

"Yes." You mutter. "But I can't remember everything it, part of it I blocked out." You admit, feeling your leg already beginning to shake beneath you.

"You will be accompanied this time, Y/n." Your tutor, Ms Ivanov tugs on your ponytail forcefully whilst you remain seated.

"I don't need company." Tugging your head forward, her fingers fall through the ends of your hair and she hums in response. "I'm capable of this myself."

Ms Ivanov chuckles under her breath before standing in front of your desk, resting her hands on the sides as her eyes fixate on yours. "That might be so, but not this time." Pushing her hands from your desk, Ivanov nods to the closed door.

Within seconds someone is forced through the metal frame with a bag covering their face. They're of a large build, but your eyes widen at the sight of metal making up their left arm.

"Is it?" Your question leaves your lips before you've fully thought about what this means, and Ivanov smirks.

Stepping toward the concealed figure, she tugs the sheet from their face, revealing a mass of brown hair.

He lifts his head up and stares at you immediately those pensive blue eyes you've heard whispers of. He fights against his restraints as two guards stand behind him with loaded guns.

"There will be plenty of time for that, soldat." Ivanov laughs, patting his metal arm. "Now, Y/n. It's time to go."

*

"I don't know what happened on that mission. But when I woke up, I, I was free." Unable to look at your sister, your focus lies on the breeze weaving through the branches of the trees.

Natasha leans forward, wishing she could tell you everything she knew. "You saved each other, Y/n." She speaks up, remembering the last time she saw him, a broken shell of the man he once was, his demeanour mirroring yours.

"I guess," You shrug. "but after everything, I, I have no idea what happened to him. I, I don't even know if he's still," Pursing your lips, the word never leaves as you curl your arms toward your stomach.

Looking toward the others, Natasha sighs at their disapproving glares. She knows they mean well, that they are practically family. But you're the only true blood family Natasha has left, and she can't lie to you anymore, not this time.

Standing in Wakanda, Bucky smiled truly for the first time in years. He was no longer plagued by the fear of becoming the Winter Soldier. He was finally free of it all.

But he still had a long way to go, to make amends for those he hurt, and amongst everyone, there was you. His Black Widow, Y/n.

"Hey, Barnes." Natasha stands beside him, looking out at the vast farmland that surrounds them. She can't help but think how much you would love to be somewhere like this, somewhere that is peaceful, tranquil.

"Hello, Natasha." Bucky turns to face the redhead, having not spoken to her since he was under Zemo's control. "I erm, I would like to apologise for everything I did, and for hurting you all those years ago." Bucky explains, and Natasha patiently listens, allowing him to get his full speech out. "And for what they made me do in," Furrowing his brows together, Natasha clears her throat.

"We don't have to talk about that." She tells him as she reaches into her pocket, taking out a folded piece of paper, well worn. "I wanted to ask you something before anyone knows where I am."

"Okay?" Bucky answers uneasily, tugging on the cloth that covers the remainder of his left shoulder.

Unfolding the piece of paper, Bucky can see a glimpse of a black and white photo.

"Here," Natasha holds the photograph out, face down to Bucky who hesitantly accepts. She watches intently as he turns the photograph over and can't help but smile as his breath hitches in his throat.

"Y/n." Bucky looks up to Natasha who simply nods.

"I was wondering if you'd remember her." Natasha crosses her arms over her chest, trying to hide the smirk forming on her face and amusement in her tone.

A playful scoff leaves Bucky's lips. "How could I forget her?" He thinks aloud. "I could never forget the person who helped me escape, who, who," 'Helped me realise I'm still human despite everything I've done.' Bucky thinks to himself, remembering the night before he left you as you lay in his arms whilst he listened to your soft reassurances. "Do you know where she is?" He tries to hide the hope in his voice, but it's useless.

"Yes." Natasha answers. "Y/n Romanoff." She states, and Bucky stares blankly at Natasha for a moment, before a light laugh leaves his lips.

"I shoulda known." He sighs dramatically. "Makes a lot of sense now." Bucky mutters, but Natasha doesn't pry. "Is, is she with you?" He glances past her, toward the jet she came on, but Natasha shakes her head.

"She's safe, in Russia." Natasha explains as she walks alongside Bucky toward the lake. "But she prefers the company of animals over people these days."

"Makes two of us then." Bucky comments. "I, I promised I'd find her." Allowing his mind to drift as the lake ripples, Bucky pictures your sleeping form in his arms minutes before he left you. He whispered you a promise, one he has yet to fulfil.

"Then let me help you keep that promise." Natasha places her hand on his arm gently, and Bucky snaps out from his thoughts. "I know you're still healing, and she is too. But I'll come back, Barnes."

Bucky nods. "Thank you, Natasha."

"James Barnes," Natasha slowly interrupts your prolonged silence. "is still alive, he, he's healing, but he remembers you, Y/n."

You reach out and take Natasha's hand in yours. For a moment, you simply stare, void of emotion before tightening your grip, beginning to crush her fingers whilst Natasha remains stoic.

"Don't lie to me, Nat." You tell her, keeping your eyes locked on hers.

"I'm not lying, Y/n." She responds, ignoring the pain you're inflicting before your grip begins to ease, but she doesn't pull away immediately. "He made you a promise, didn't he?"

"I, I don't know." You admit sadly, looking down at your lap, faintly hearing his voice in the back of your mind fighting through the horrid memories engrained there from the red room.

"He did, Y/n." Natasha asserts herself. "Would you like to see him?"

"I think so." You answer honestly as you uncurl your body and sit upright. "But only once this is over. Once Yeznik is gone. I don't want to be haunted anymore, Nat."

This time, Natasha extends her hand, taking yours in hers delicately.

"Okay, sis." She breathes out, helping you to your feet. "Let's get started."

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[afishcalledfatin]

exist for love - Kim Doyoung

pairing: kim doyoung × fem reader

Summary : Doyoung hated the idea of sharing his emotions but with that, it only caused frustration to eat you bit by bit every day until you snap.

Genre: angst, fluff (established relationship) 

a/n: hello loves! I know this isn't part of the WIP list (I’m so sorry I’m currently working on them ;-;) but I thought I’d post a lil something to celebrate getting 300 followers <3 I want to thank everyone who reads my stories, I love and appreciate all of you so much. (❁´◡`❁)

P.S - PLEASE PLAY THE SONG IF YOU CAN! I've already placed it near the scene. You'll see it eventually. It is an important part of the story and the song will add to the vibe(?). I'm sorry if it doesnt match up the texts. Plus Aurora is great.

warnings: it is not proof read, so I apologise if there are any errors. I would also apologise in advance if I have offended anyone. also im hella rusty :')

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Kim Doyoung didn't like to share.

Not in the way where he's stingy with money or food but in the sense where he hates sharing his feelings.

Doyoung would rather hide the fact that he was robbed, pulled over by an officer and yelled at by his supervisor all in one day than tell you about it.

But it wasn't because he didn't trust you or he thought you wouldn't care,

 He believes that handling it himself without burdening the ones around him is ideal.

Your amazing day will not be tainted by his daily misfortunes.

To you, it just seemed like Doyoung was reserved and didn’t like opening up. You avoided pressing on it since it seemed like Doyoung would dodge the topic anyways. There was no use in trying.

After knowing each other for nearly four years and dating for two, you'd think he would open up once in a while.

Nope, not at all. Maybe he was on the verge of it that one time but he quickly caught himself and turned the topic to you.

It has been happening more in recent events. He'd come home, looking absolutely exhausted and drained but all he talked about over dinner was what you did that day or how many orders you had that week.

 You worry for him and how he's been holding up. Some nights, he'd skip dinner and just pass out and would wake up extremely late in the night.

 Kim Doyoung didn't like to share and it was beginning to worry you every single day.

 And today wasn't any different.

Soft music played in the background as you placed several tins of cakes into the oven. You wiped the excess flour off of your hands and sighed, leaning against the counter as you looked around the mess that had happened.

 Orders for baked goods had increased significantly now that you had quit your day job. You worked endlessly and slaved in front of the oven. You wiped the sweat off of your forehead with the back of your hand and watched your cakes patiently.

You looked over at the time before starting your bread orders. You had allowed some of your dough to rest and it was time to knead.

Doyoung was outside the door when he could hear the instrumental music and he could smell the warm scent of vanilla. Smiling to himself, after what happened at work, he was glad to be home.

 He had opened the door silently and walked in. Placing his shoes in the rack and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows neatly. Unbuttoning the first two buttons in the process.

 He heard you humming to the music and he felt his heart melt into a puddle. Doyoung walked over and saw his beautiful flower, placing the dough you had kneaded into a tin.

 Oh, what a sight for sore eyes, he thought. With a dust of flour that kissed your cheeks and the sleeves of your (his) favourite sweater rolled up to your elbows. You were all he needed.

Doyoung crept behind you, looking over your shoulder.

"That's an exquisite ball of sourdough." You yelped before recognising the soft honey-like voice.

You turned around grinning, happy to see the one you loved so much. He had gotten rid of his tie and his hair was still pushed back with two strands resting on his forehead.

You looped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him close for a hug. He looped his arms around your waist gently.

"Hello, blossom." He hummed before kissing the crown of your head. You giggled before looking at him with a smile so wide your cheeks hurt.

"Hi, bubba." You were happy that he was home until you realised the time.

He's home earlier than usual.

"You're home early." You stated, "Is everything alright?" Doyoung saw the curiosity in your eyes but shook his head, "Don't worry. I'm fine."

 You were going to ask again before he placed his chin on your shoulder and inhaled softly, "Mm, you smell sweet."

You snorted, "I’ve been working with butter and vanilla all day, if you mean by The Pillsbury Dough Boy's farts then sure." You felt his chest vibrate from chuckling.

 "I'm going to take a bath, care to join me?" He offers, tilting your head back with finger under your chin.

You groan, leaning your forehead onto his chest. "Tempting but I need to take these cakes out soon."

He sighed exasperatedly, feigning disappointment, "It's unfair how the oven gets to spend more time with you than I do nowadays." You laughed before pushing him off slowly.

"After the cakes and bread are ready, I'm all yours." You stated. He nodded before turning away, "You sure you don't want to join me? I can give you a shoulder massage?"

You laughed but shook your head, "Later, baby." He winked at you before running off to your bathroom.

Watching as his figure disappeared, your thoughts began to run around your head in a frenzy.

What happened to him? Is he alright? Did his boss let him go home early today? Or did something bad-

You shook your head, trying to get rid of the thought of something bad happening to your boyfriend.

You cleaned up your counter, keeping all of your baking utensils and supplies. Looking at the state he's in, you thought it would be nice to cook for him.

 Even though both of you have the rule of cooking dinner together, he looked a bit tired so you decided to make his favourite noodle dish.

 Doyoung had gotten out of the shower, throwing the idea of a bath out the window since you weren't going to join him. He walked out in a grey t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants.

 The sound of his home slippers scuffed against the floor alerted you he was done.

 "You're cooking without me?" He asked, a bit of sadness in his voice. You turned to him and smiled, "It's alright, let me cook tonight."

He shook his head defiantly, walking to you and bumping his hip with yours. "Let me chop something." You chuckled, handing him a bell pepper.

 Both of you prepped dinner silently, you not allowing him to help anymore after he finished cutting up the vegetables.

"Now go sit, I'll be done soon." You grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, kicking him out of the kitchen.

 He groaned, feeling bad that you felt like you had to cook for him. Did his face show too much? Y/N suddenly popped out in front of Doyoung with two bowls, filled to the brim.

He smiled, kissing her cheek and whispering a thank you before she set it down.

 Both of you sat across from each other, eating quietly. The soft sound of soft music in the background and the occasional fork scraping the bowl was all that was heard.

 "How was your day?" He asked, looking up as he sipped his water. You shrugged, "The usual. Had two orders for birthday cakes and five sourdough loaves for a friend." You munched on your food.

 "What about you? Anything happened at work today?" Doyoung stopped his fork, hesitating a bit. You, quick to notice, immediately knew something was up.

 "Something did happen." You placed your utensils down and leaned your body forward, "Am I wrong?" You asked.

He shook his head, "No, you’re right. Something did happen but it's nothing to worry about. Just a small matter." He wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue.

“A small matter huh?” He nodded, watching your reaction slowly. “I can handle it myself. Don’t stress yourself about it.” He declared.

 You groaned, "You tell me that and yet, you come home looking like you're about to collapse any minute!" You expressed your frustration. Doyoung looked at you, a bit surprised. You’ve never reacted this way before.

“Seriously, what’s going on?” he shrugged, trying to stop himself from breaking down in front of you. "Drop it, Y/N." His voice hardened as he got up, bowl in hand before walking back to the kitchen.

 "How can I? You don't tell me anything that is clearly bothering you and you pretend like everything's alright."

Doyoung kept quiet, washing his bowl and utensils. It was as if he didn't care about your worries.

"What? Are you going to ignore me now? Why do you choose not to tell me about things that concern you? It's as if you don't trust me."

 Doyoung sighed, turning his head slightly. "Y/N, I do trust you but please just stop pestering me about it. It's been a long day for me and I just-" he bit his tongue. He immediately shut his eyes, mentally scolding himself because he knew with that last statement, you would definitely keep asking.

 "You've had a long day?" You repeated, your concerns increased. "What happened? Doyoung, quit hiding things and just tell me goddamit!" You begged; desperation clear in your voice.

 "I said drop it!" He slammed his hands on the edge of the sink, turning to you. His raised voice caused you to flinch at the sudden change in tone.

Doyoung has never yelled at you, maybe he has been annoyed and has argued but never raised his voice. To be completely honest, you were about to cry right there and then.

 His irritated face immediately softened at your scared expression. His eyes filled with regret as he quickly walked over to you before pulling you into a tight hug.

 "I'm so sorry. Oh god, baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you." He held you, tightening even more while he stroked the back of your head.

Some tears fell down your face, sniffles were heard causing his heart to pang in guilt.

He really didn't mean to yell at you. It was purely because he's had an awful day and he didn't want to worry you about it. You leaned your head back, looking at the love of your life's face. 

Now that he was so close to you, you can see dark circles forming underneath his eyes clearly. His cheeks slightly sunken in than usual and how he was slouching more as if his back was in extreme pain.

 Your hand slowly went up to his face, stroking his cheek slowly. "Please, don't leave me in the dark about the matters that hurt you." He placed his hand on yours, as he leaned in.

 "You don't have to hide anything from me." You kissed the corner of his lip, "With you not telling me about what worries you will only worry me even more."

 That's when it hit him. All this time, he's been hiding all of his problems from you to not make you worry but in actual fact it did the complete opposite.

 A tear fell down his face, he grabbed your face and kissed you desperately as if he was pouring all of his emotions on you. Years of pent-up anger, sorrow and pain poured out like a newly broken dam.

You were surprised at first but quickly returned the kiss, tears staining both of your faces.

You clutched at his shirt, crumpling it slightly while his large hands pulled you even closer than before, leaving no gaps in between your bodies.

The kiss being fuelled by raw emotion and seeing each other so hurt just pained both of you even more.

 You pulled away, catching a breath and leaning your forehead against his.

 He was still shedding a few tears and you wiped them with your thumb.

"I wouldn’t know what I would do without you in my life.” He croaked, "Y/N, I never meant to hurt you in any way." He kissed your forehead.

 You pulled him close, letting him rest on your shoulder.

 "I shouldn't have pushed you either." You stated, "But please understand that you keeping it all in isn't going to help anything." You faced him, cupping his face gently.

 He nodded, pulling your right hand and kissing its fingertips. "I won't anymore."

You smiled, pulling him back so he would lean against your side.

 A few silent moments before he sighed, "Y/N," he said, leaning forward with his face in his hands.

  "Before I tell you what happened, please know that I will find a way to support us no matter what." Your brows furrowed and you quickly held onto his bicep.

 "The company went bankrupt and well," He finally said, "I lost my job, Y/N."

 Your eyes widened slightly and you quickly wrapped your arms around him. "It was so sudden, none of us even knew." He continued. You stroked his back slowly, trying to ease him.

 "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He started apologising profusely again. "I'll go out tomorrow to find a new job and-"

 You shook your head, grabbing his face again. "Doyoung, breathe in." He followed your instruction, "Breathe out."

 You smiled softly, "Take it easy." He was about to argue but you placed a finger on his lips to stop him. "I mean by taking your time. I know you think you have to support us but I can help you."

 "Doyoung, I've been earning enough to pay for our bills. We'll be fine." He moved your hand, "I don't want to burden you."

 "You're not. All this time, you've been paying for the bills because you didn't allow me to do so. Not only that but you helped me so much in starting my business."

 "I hope you know that just because you think you can do everything alone, it doesn't actually mean you have to. You also don't have to face your problems by yourself." You brushed his hair out of his handsome face. “I’ll always be here for you, thick and thin.”

He sighed, still unsure about the situation both of you are in so he lets go and turns his body to the side, thinking about what to do.

You saw that he was probably trying to figure out a way out of this. You suddenly had a thought so you got up and went over to your record player.

You went through your vinyl collection and saw the perfect one.

You took out the disc and placed it into the record player, letting the music put slowly.

Doyoung suddenly heard music. He lifted his head, confused as to what you were doing.

You walked back to him and pulled him up. You guided his hands to your waist as you placed yours on his shoulders.

Doyoung recognised the song, the soft melody and lyrics of Exist for Love by Aurora was playing. You smiled before leaning into the crook of his neck.

"But I will hold you here forever

If I can, if I can"

You sang along softly, shutting your eyes as you both swayed with the song.

 "And then I learned the truth

How everything good in life seems to lead back to you

And every single time I run into your arms

I feel like I exist for love"

 Doyoung smiled, he loved you so much. He wanted moments like this to last forever and for you to never have to feel pain ever again.

He finally understood that being in a relationship meant that you need to open up more. He felt awful for putting up a strong wall to his heart, not allowing you in.

 But today, that strong wall had fallen to pieces. Allowing you to come in and embrace him fully.

"Cause when you walked into my life

I could feel my life begin"

That specific line was the truth. Everything good began the minute Doyoung walked into your life. He was your beginning and you prayed that he would be your end as well.

 You looked at him and his eyes began to water again causing you to chuckle, "Oh, my baby." You kissed him on the lips, this time it was gentler than the last.

 He cradled your face like you were the most precious pearl in the world. He pulled away, scattering more kisses all over your face causing you to giggle.

 "Y'know," you started, "My university lecturer used to say that we should turn a problem into an opportunity."

 He hummed, "Tell me more about this." You leaned the side of your head on his chest while he wrapped his hands around your body, still swaying.

 "I know losing your job, you feel absolutely hopeless but let's see it as a way for you to finally be able to accomplish your dream." He furrowed his brow, "My dream?"

 "Your love for writing." You stated. He chuckled, stroking your hair slowly.

"I don't know if that would work out." He simply stated. You nodded "It will. I know it will." He cocked his head to the side, "Oh? You sound confident."

You leaned your head back and held his hands, "Remember that time I secretly sent the draft of your book to a publishing company and they said it was amazing?"

He laughed, genuinely this time, "Uhuh, I'm still quite salty about that, yknow."

You playfully smacked his chest, "and you turned it down because you thought writing would mess with your job?" He nodded, "Well that's your opportunity." You simply stated.

 "Really?" He asked and you grinned, "I'm sure the publishing company would be glad to have you."

You could see how unsure he was but you were quick to ease his thoughts by kissing the back of his hand. "Take all the time you need to start writing again but I know you'll do amazing. I’ll take care of us."

 He flashed his heart-throb of a smile, causing you to internally scream. You were his blessing and he wanted to spoil you with all his love.

He leaned down to your ear,

 "And I love you, I love you, I love you" he whispered, following the song that played in the background. You smiled widely, leaning back onto his chest,

 "And I love you, I love you, I love you" both of you said in unison.

  ─

Doyoung sat in front of his laptop, finally done with the last chapter of his book. It's been a long journey but you made it so much easier.

He looked over at the kitchen, seeing you decorate a birthday cake. Your focused face made him chuckle lightly, you’re extremely adorable.

 As he finished his first book, he quickly added his dedication note in the first few pages.

He began typing before looking back at you with a smile. He knew it was the perfect time and that you will be receiving the first copy.

 I'd especially love to dedicate this to Y/N, the one who encouraged me to write this book and well, the one who made me realise that my emotions were worth sharing.

 To Y/N,

My love, my wonder of wonders and hopefully my wife.

 Will you marry me?

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Love Is A Battlefield || Chapter Two

Clay Spenser x OC

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The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the house, Rylee’s nose twitched in her sleep as the sweet smell invaded her senses, slowly waking her up. She pushed herself up so she was sitting on the sofa, sleepily rubbing her eyes.

Her back was stiff from sleeping on the sofa, curled up to Sonny but it was what she needed last night. The house was quiet without Athena running around causing chaos, the only sound that she could hear was Sonny whistling away in the kitchen.

“Morning sleepy,” Sonny smiled walking into the living room with two mugs of coffee.

“Morning,” Rylee grumbled, still half asleep, taking the mug from the Texan before he fell on the sofa, pulling her legs over his. “About last night,” she sighed.

“If you even try to apologise I will punch you in the face,” Sonny scolded.

“Fine,” Rylee nodded, sipping her coffee, sighing in content.

“Once you have drunk that you need to get ready because I promised a certain Princess that we would go out for pancakes this morning,” Sonny chuckled.

“How was she last night?” Rylee asked, looking over the rim of the coffee mug, feeling bad that she wasn’t there spending time with her daughter.

“She was fine,” Sonny nodded, “Excited because we all got back from spin up in time, but I think she missed having you there as well. But we just told her that you don’t like fireworks.”

“I feel like because of the PTS she misses out on so much, just because it triggers me,” Rylee sighed, running her hand through her blonde hair. “I mean even the lads on base have to warn me when they need to make excessive noise when working on the trucks and cars.”

“You are slowly getting better though,” Sonny smiled softly, “Ry it all takes time and no one expects you to just snap out of it. And one day when the little lady is old enough she will understand.”

“I know, it just makes me feel weak as fuck,” she mumbled, not looking him in the eyes, as the tears welled up.

“Hey we will have less of that little lady,” Sonny scolded, “you are one of the toughest people I know, the shit you went through I don’t know how you did because I sure as hell wouldn’t have been able to do it. And then you have raised the sassiest little girl I have ever known and as a single mother.” He whispered, “you are stronger than you realise squirt.”

“I guess you are right,” she nodded.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Sonny Quinn is never wrong,” he winked. “Now come on, go get ready and we will pick the little monster up from Eric because he texted me this morning saying that she is driving him crazy.”

“That’s my girl,” Rylee laughed, at the thought of the chaos her daughter was causing a lieutenant commander.

“What car are you taking?” Sonny shouted up the stairs. “We taking the Audi or the GTR”

“Urm” she thought, glancing out the window to the drive. “Grab the GTR keys, and no you can’t bloody drive, I’ve seen your driving.”

“Hey my driving isn’t that bad,” he shouted.

“Deployment 2013 that’s all I’m going to say,” Rylee laughed.

“Fair point.” Sonny shrugged, leaning against the sideboard on the hall, twirling the keys around his finger as you came running the stairs. “Now come on, we do not want to keep the Princess waiting when it comes to a promise of pancakes.”

“Honestly nothing scares me more than keeping her away from pancakes.” Sonny shuddered at the thought of what would happen if they didn’t get there soon.

“I still cannot get over you are scared of a five year old,” Rylee laughed, pulling the front door open, waiting for Sonny to move.

“All I am saying is that she takes after her mother with the pancakes.” He winked, as he walked out of the house.

“If I were you Quinn, I would shut that big mouth of yours before I set Athy on you,” She smirked, locking the door behind her, focusing on the crunch of the gravel underneath her boots.

The drive to Eric’s was quiet, Rylee couldn’t help but get lost in thought, no matter how hard she tried she always felt like a failure after a triggering episode and it always took a while to get over the slump it left her in. But she knew that this would pass with the help from her family.

A small smile played on her lips as she parked her car in her usual spot on Eric’s driveway and she knew that the moment she turned onto the street that Athena would get even worse than she already was the moment she heard the exhaust of the car. There was no denying that she was Rylee’s daughter, from the moment she was born she was in the garage with her Mum.

“Thank god you are here,” Eric exclaimed, leaning on the front porch, before Rylee had closed the car door behind her. “Little madame is being extra sassy this morning.”

“Shut up Grumps,” Athena giggled, before running full speed to Rylee.

Rylee could see it in Eric’s eyes the moment he was called Grumps and not Papa that maybe he was actually being the moody one this morning. As soon as Athena was close Rylee scoped her up into her arms, swinging her around in circles.

“You been good for papa?” Rylee asked, knowing the answer.

“Of course Mummy,” Athena beamed.

“Hmmm,” Rylee hummed, “I think you have been winding him up, you little monster.”

“Mummy I am not a monster,” Athena huffed, placing her small hand on Rylee’s cheek, “I am a Princess Seal.”

“I’m sorry, how can I forget,” Rylee giggled, kissing her daughter’s nose, before she started squirming and wanted her Uncle Sonny.

The minute her arms were free, Eric pulled her into the tightest hug, practically squeezing the life out of Rylee. There was something about Eric’s hugs that always made her feel safe, feel at home and comforted.

“It’s gonna be okay kiddo,” he hummed, kissing her head.

“I know,” Rylee hummed, pulling away from the hug with a smile on her face. “You joining us for breakfast?”

“You know I never turn down breakfast,” Eric smirked.

“No Uncle Sonny you are doing it wrong,” Athena huffed, rolling her eyes at him. “You have to spread the pancakes out on the plate like this and then pour the maple syrup over.”

“Okay, okay,” Sonny laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. “I never knew there was a wrong way to put maple syrup on pancakes but you learn everyday.”

“It’s because you are silly,” Athena shrugged, poking her tongue out at Sonny.

Rylee couldn’t help but smile as she watched two of the most important people in her life bickering over maple syrup and pancakes. One thing she knew for sure was that nothing would break their bond, they were basically partners in crime.

“Yeah Uncle Sonny, you gotta do it right,” Rylee winked, sipping on her coffee.

“Don’t you start,” Sonny huffed, as he started cutting into his breakfast.

“Somethings never change,” Eric laughed, “you two were always bickering on spin ups and deployments.”

“It’s all Quinn’s fault,” She smirked, “he is just a big dufus.”

“Carry on Middleton and I’m keying your GTR,” Sonny smirked evilly.

“You don’t have the balls,” Rylee said lowly as she leant forward, leaning her head against her fists.

“Try me and we will see how big my balls actually are,” he smirked, biting into his pancake.

“Have I told you how much I hate you,” Rylee huffed.

“Once or twice,” Sonny winked, before squealing as Athena pinched his arm. “Ow that hurt.”

“You don’t key Moma’s car!” Athena growled.

“That’s my Babygirl,” Rylee laughed, holding her fist out for Athena to bump it. “Always got her Moma’s back.”

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Dying Embers

Her hair swished wildly in the wind, as if it were leaves swaying from the onset of a cyclone- flowing down to her waist, head thrown back. Fiery red, just like the dying embers of what was formerly a warming furnace. He could hear her laughter, slow and melodic, almost as if it were empyrean. She was the love of Harry's entire being. The soul to his body, the mind to his brain. She turned around, and all Harry could glimpse was her mouth- full, and pulled into a large smile. Her eyes were a bright hazel, shining with happiness, as she ran towards Harry, fitting easily in his arms.

They had met at the ball thrown by his parents that summer, exactly so that their son could meet a suitable young woman to marry. Harry had been extremely bored with the festivities, instead wishing he were out practicing archery with his friend, Neville.

His eyes flew around the room, passing from and then returning to a young woman who had just entered the gala. She didn't seem familiar, and was chaperoned by who seemed to her brother, judging from their hair. Harry was mesmerised- her yellow dress floated around her as if it were made of the finest, lightest silk to exist, and her hair was pulled back elegantly, exposing the milky column of her neck. He walked towards the pair.

"Forgive my intrusion, but will the lovely lady here consider dancing the next waltz with me?" Harry bowed slightly, his hand pulled tightly at his back.

The girl eyed him shyly as his brother did a more open appraisal. "We would like to first make your acquaintance, sir." He finally spoke.

"Of course, forgive me. I am Lord Harry Potter, Viscount of Little Whinging." He said, an automatic confidence seeping into his voice, one which only came from being the son of a duke.

"Forgive me, my Lord, I did not know. I am Ronald Weasley, and this is my younger sister, Ginevra Weasley. Our father is the Baron Weasley of Burrows." The pair bowed deeply, something which made Harry slightly uncomfortable.

"Please, I take no offense. It is my pleasure to make an acquaintance of Lord Weasley's children. He is my father's close friend. My question, however, to Lady Ginevra here remains unanswered." Harry steered the topic back to more important things from mere formalities.

"Of course, my lord." Ginevra said softly, placing her hand in Harry's outstretched one. As they walked towards the center of the floor, Harry's eyes met the identical ones of his mother, who stood to the side, flashing her son a soft smile.

"I adore you. And so does every thread of my existence, until my breath ceases." Harry spoke, bringing himself back from the night at the ball.

"I simply reciprocate, my Lord. And shall do so until death pull us part." She spoke softly, meeting Harry's lips with her own.

At the brink of twilight, a day before their wedding, the two of them wove their lives together, sealed by golden vows.

---

"Harry? Get on up, it's time to go!" His mother, Lily's voice flitted through the room, and sunlight poured inside as well, casting a bright glow all over. Harry sat up in bed, stretching excessively, getting rid of the multitude of pulls and pains he seemed to acquire over the night.

His parents swore he did not sleepwalk and fall down the stairs.

"Harry, honey, come on. You'll be late for uni otherwise." His mother peeked inside, her reddish brown hair pulled into a knot at the top of her head, green eyes shining with motherly affection. Seeing his mother's hair, Harry was reminded of his dream- recurring dream, he should say. Even though it was simply a few minutes old, seeing the 'girl' in his dream, he felt as if it were quite some lifetimes ago.

He had been dreaming of a girl quite frequently lately, and not in the lewd way his best friend Ron seemed intent on. Harry would always simply spot her hair, the curve of her waist and as soon as she turned around, he would be jolted awake.

When he was a child, his mother used to tell him tales in which princesses would dream of faceless men, a golden bond tying the two people together. The faceless person you dreamt about was whom you shared your golden thread of life with. But those were just fantasy- woven to make a dull reality exciting. At least now, at the age of 19, was what Harry believed. He hopped out of bed, and walked off into the bathroom, getting started on his morning routine. It was half past eight when he went downstairs, his first class of the morning at 9:15. His father, James, was stood in front of the kettle, pouring himself a cup of his morning Earl Grey, and his mother was setting down the plate of pancakes on the table.

"Breakfast?" She asked, sitting down, his dad joining her to the left. "Morning Haz." His father grinned lopsidedly, a grin much like Harry's own, glasses steaming up from the hot mug. Harry recited a greeting in return and was about to refuse breakfast on the account of well, running late, when the smell of butter floated up to him and he found himself seated in front of his parents.

"Did you get sore again?" Lily asked, concern lacing her low voice.

"Yeah. I just don't seem to know how." Harry noted, voice muffled from a mouth full of pancakes.

"Slow down, you'll choke." She admonished lightly, shooting James an exasperated look when he snickered a low 'That's what she said' into his morning Daily Prophet.

"He probably needs a new mattress. Let's get one on the weekend." His mother said, earning an affirmative hum from James who was busy with his newspaper.

"I'll get going now. Bye mum, bye dad. See you in the evening." He spoke after having had his share of pancakes and a chat with his mum. He bent down for the customary top-of-the-head kiss from his mother, something she had been doing since Harry started school. And although he wouldn't admit it, he adored this little sentiment. His dad shot him another grin as he walked out of the door, putting in his earphones.

Fortunately for him, the university campus was quite a short bus ride away. However, he still found himself running across the campus from the bus stop to his lecture theatre- he forgot to factor in the fact that the hall today was all on the opposite end of campus.

"Shit," He glanced at his phone, currently glowing 9:21. It was Professor Binns' lecture, and he wasn't too fond of latecomers. Harry counted on his excellent grade in the module, hoping that would pull him through. As he ran across, his peripheral vision noted a mane of red momentarily, but before Harry could turn around and see, he was already in front of the class, digging through the bag for his ID card.

---

"How is it that Binns' lectures keep getting worse through the term?" Ron, the aforementioned best friend groaned.

"Because your attention dwindles further as term moves on." Hermione, the other best friend noted. Harry grinned between the two of them. They were so in love, those oblivious idiots.

Binns' was the only class the three of them took together, and Ron departed for his Victorian Literature module. Harry and Hermione walked to the open amphitheatre, choosing to spend their free half hour which coincided together.

"Oh right. My friend from school is joining today, I was supposed to go show her around. Fancy coming?" Hermione spoke, eyes focused on her text messages. "Sure, I have the rest of the morning free." Harry pursed his lips. Hermione simply nodded and they set off across the campus again after the brief interlude at the theatre.

"Your friend is from school?" Harry asked.

"Yeah- she's a year younger but we were quite close when I was in year 12." She replied, eyes scanning the crowd at in front of the Lifesciences Lab, which was one of the main buildings on campus. "Who are we looking for again?" He imitated the search.

"Redhead, shorter than you." Hermione did not look up from the hoard of people, before her mouth set into a wide grin.

"Ginny! Here!" Hermione waved her arms around, jumping up and down in tandem. Harry couldn't see who Hermione was waving to, but the crowd was being roughly pushed aside as someone made their way towards the pair.

"Hermione! So good to see you!" The woman said, grabbing the older girl into a tight hug and letting go, placing the three of them in a triangular formation.

"Oh my god, I almost forgot to come see you." Hermione said somewhat sheepishly, but Harry wasn't listening. He was staring- no, gaping at the newcomer. Her hair was the exact shade of red as the girl in Harry's dream, and it cascaded down her back in a half up half down style. Her waist was encased in a light yellow sundress, complimenting her red hair. All in all, she was beautiful. Not because of her hair or slender figure, but also because of how her eyes shone as she spoke to Hermione.

"Have I seen you before?" Tumbled out of Harry's mouth before he could stop (or reason), and a pair of bright hazel eyes bore into his own moss green, before glittering again. Ginny simply smiled.

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And here it is, another AU! I definitely did not plan for this to be a multiple lifetime AU, but Regency!Hinny seemed too good to pass up on. I apologise for what is probably a very poorly written Regency era conversation, my knowledge of it is simply from Bridgerton and Google haha. I decided to keep the end open, just so that you guys can envision your own romance for them! Also, can I just say how I loved writing Lily and James?? It's their little debut in my one-shots yay!

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I came back home late at the end of the weekend clean up thing, so I decided I would make my life easy and order some food via UberEats. Plus I thought I kind of deserved it, you know. I then realised that for some reason my address had been entered wrong and it was a few blocks away so I texted the driver to tell them, apologising and saying I would tip them for the troubles. They never replied. Long story short, they decided to pretend I never answered the door and got away with stealing my food. I’m now calling for an Uber Boycott. Long live Postmates. I’m still moody about it. Y’all should tell me about your worst Uber story. And if you ever have excess food, I always welcome homemade meals. 

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