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they forget that it’s valentine’s day

valentine’s day isn’t always the best for everyone which is why i’m giving you a mix of angst and fluff ♡ i wrote this in less than 24 hours so there might be mistakes and it might suck so i’m sorry~

warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive themes, angst

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chan

— Chan finds you curled up on your shared bed fast asleep.

— His heart sinks when he notices the flower petals scattered about the room and the wine left untouched on the bedside table. Chan knows you fell asleep waiting for him—still dressed in the attire you were meant to wear out for dinner.

— In all honestly the holiday had completely slipped his mind since he had been swarmed with so many deadlines lately, all of his days had began to blur.

— He nudged you softly, watching you stir in your sleep before your eyes fluttered open.

— “Hi baby.”

— You blink at him before sitting up and taking in your surroundings, frowning as your eyes land on him.

— “Work run late?”

— Chan deserves the bite in your tone and the coldness of your gaze.

— “Y/n I’m sorry I—.” “You got caught up at work, another deadline that you took on, a misplaced file, a deleted track I know. It’s always something,” you sigh as you stand from the bed.

— “Just one day Chan,” your voice breaks as you reach for your pajamas discarded at the end of the bed, “Just one day. That’s all I asked but I couldn’t even have that.”

— You whisper the last part to yourself as you make your way towards the conjoined bathroom but Chan hears you anyway.

— While you shower, Chan takes in all of your hard work gone to waste and he can’t help but to curse himself as the tears fall.

minho

— Minho finds you curled up on the couch, working on your laptop with your headphones on. He notices Dori curled up next to you and he can’t help but coo. The sound gets your attention, rolling your eyes as Minho pulls out his phone to snap a picture.

— “Not again,” you whine as you hold your hand out to block the camera. “Please kitten just one? You both look so cute,” he pouts. You give in of course, letting Minho take a few photos of the two of you. It’s only then that you notice how dressed up he is.

— “Wearing that tonight?” Minho looks down at himself before nodding, “Yeah. I think these pants make my thighs look nice what do you think,” he questions as he poses causing you to giggle. “That and your ass. Makes me want to keep you here and eat you instead of dinner.”

— Minho launches one of the throw pillows at your head, trying to ignore the way his cheeks flush at the comment.

— “No can do kitten. I’ve got to leave in a few minutes or I’ll be late.” “What? Where are you going?” “Couple of guys wanted to get dinner and drinks so I might be home a little late.”

— Minho watches your face drop at that. He and Dori both jump when you slam your laptop shut. “Alright. Have fun hanging with your friends while I go eat dinner alone.”

— “Whoa whoa whoa,” Minho exclaims as he reaches out for your arm. “What’s wrong?” You scoff. “What’s wrong? Maybe the fact that my boyfriend is ditching me and our reservation on Valentine’s Day to hang out with a bunch of his single buddies,” you smile but there’s no humor behind it.

— “You might just be joining them in that aspect by the end of the night,” you spat before turning on your heel but you’re stopped by a yelp.

— “Wait it’s Valentine’s Day!?”

— “You really forgot?” Minho groans as he makes his way towards you before pulling you into his arms. “I’m so sorry kitten I completely forgot. Can I do anything to make it up to you,” he pouts before using his puppy eyes on you.

— You giggle before you wiggle your brows at him. “Think you could give me an appetizer before dinner,” you giggle before reaching behind him to smack his ass.

— Minho groans dramatically before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’m the whole meal kitten.” “That you are. Maybe we don’t need the reservation after all.”

— The apartment is filled with giggles and kisses as you make your way towards the bedroom.

changbin

— Changbin let’s out a deep sigh when he walks in the door, toeing off his shoes as he discards his gym bag next to the couch.

— “So that’s where you’ve been?”

— Your voice startles him, spinning around to find you leaning against the the counter—arm crossed under the other as you sip your wine.

— Changbin takes in your attire and his heart drops.

— “Fuck Y/n I’m so—.”

— “Save it.”

— Your voice is harsh as you set down your glass before moving to make your way out of the kitchen. Changbin tries to reach out to stop you but you shrug his hand off of you.

— “Don’t touch me,” you shake your head. “Don’t touch me. Don’t apologize to me. Just don’t—,” your voice breaks before you leave Changbin starting after your retreating form.

— Three hours he left you waiting in a restaurant for him to never show up.

— Changbin leaves you to cool off, knowing that nothing he can say or do will fix any of this. He knows you don’t care for Valentine’s Day anyway but leaving you waiting for him has surely tainted the holliday for you even more.

— Changbin thinks he deserves the pillows and blankets he finds laid out on the couch for him after his shower but he doesn’t deserve the pajamas or the stuffed animal he always sleeps with when he’s away from you.

— Changbin realizes as he lays in the silence of the living room that night that he doesn’t deserve your love.

hyunjin

— He’s nearly done with his painting when he hears a knock at the door.

— “Come in,” he calls over his shoulders before hearing the door open and shut once more. When he turns he finds you hovering in the doorway. “Hi love,” Hyunjin greets you but you don’t say anything, only stare at him. “What are you doing here?”

— “Am I not allowed to drop by?”

— Hyunjin’s brows furrow as he stands to make his way towards you.

— “No, you know you can. It’s just really late I figured you’d be getting ready for bed soon.”

— There’s no emotion on your face as you stare at him and Hyunjin feels his gut sink.

— “Did you get any of my messages?”

— “No, my phone died a couple of hours ago so I plugged it in and started painting. I haven’t checked it since—.”

— Hyunjin’s cut off as you hold your hand up. You nod before grasping the door handle. You meet his gaze and Hyunjin feels his heart drop at the sight of tears dancing in your eyes.

— “Happy Valentine’s Day,” you mutter before you’re leaving him once again in the silence of his bedroom.

— Hyunjin feels rooted in place. He had completely forgot it was Valentine’s Day. Hyunjin sighs deeply has he moves to where is phone rests on his nightstand.

— His chest tightens as he opens his chat with you, eyes stinging as he reads over your messages.

— hey hyun happy valentine’s day! i managed to get us tickets to that exhibition you’ve been wanting to see! meet me at 5? maybe we can get some dinner before it starts?

— i’ve tried calling and texting but i’m waiting outside of the museum. they opened the doors but i’ll wait a little longer

— i guess you aren’t coming

— just at least let me know you’re alright. I love you

— Hyunjin feels extremely shitty. He has to make this right. Hyunjin slips on his coat before making his way out of the apartment in search of his love.

jisung

— Jisung bounces from one foot to the other as he waits for you to answer the door.

— His palms are sweaty, trying to wipe them on the fabric of his jeans but failing with the giant bundle of flowers he’s currently holding.

— He had been caught up at the studio all day, completely unaware that it was Valentines Day until he checked his phone and noticed all of the pictures his friends had posted and their lovey dovey captions.

— It’s safe to say Jisung felt awful.

— That’s why after a quick shower and a trip to the convenience store he now stood on your doorstep at 1 a.m.

— You opened the door a few moments later, looking unamused at the bouquet of flowers in Jisung’s hands.

— “Forget something?”

— Jisung nodded bashfully before holding out the bouquet to you.

— “Y/n I’m so sorry. I know I’m a major asshole for missing out on spending Valentine’s Day with you. Please accept this shitty convince store bouquet and this bag of snacks as an apology. I promise that I’ll get you something nicer tomorrow—or well today since it is tomorrow already.”

— You stared at it before taking it with a small thanks.

— “It’s kind of hard to stay mad at you, you know?”

— Jisung’s gives you the biggest, gummiest smile at that. He steps towards you, taking you into his arms.

— “I’m all yours today baby. We can do whatever you want.”

— “Right now I just want you to hold me.”

— Jisung feels his cheeks heat as you snuggle against his chest.

— “That can be arranged but maybe let’s move the cuddle session to the bed or we’re going to freeze,” he shivers causing you to let out a giggle before pulling him into the warmth of your apartment and then into the warmth of your embrace.

felix

— He completely forgot it was Valentine’s Day and he feels awful.

— The two of you were always attentive with one another, taking turns making each other breakfast and doing things around the house for one another so it was when you gifted Felix a new upgrade part he had been wanting for his PC with a kiss on his cheek and a sweet “Happy Valentine’s Day” whispered in his ear that he realized he screwed up.

— In truth he was more torn up about it than you had been but he saw the slight bit of sadness behind your smile when you told him that it was alright. You were always too kind to him, he didn’t deserve you.

— Felix couldn’t get you much since it was late at night but he entered the kitchen with his gift to you hidden behind his back.

— Your eyes met his from where you stood drying the dishes.

— “I’m really sorry I forgot,” Felix blurted out.

— You sigh before setting the dish and the towel down, “I know Lixie. It’s okay—.”

— Felix shakes his head, “No it’s not. You deserve to wake up with breakfast in bed and a nice candle lit dinner and a relaxing bath, chocolate, flowers—.”

— “Lix,” you stop his rant before making your way towards him. When your only inches from him Felix removes his hands from behind his back, presenting what had been hidden behind his back to you.

— It’s when he hears your small gasp that he chances a look at your face.

— “I-I know they aren’t the best but they are for you.”

— You don’t say anything as you reach out to take the mug of flowers from him.

— Your breath shakes as your fingers caress the bundle of flowers.

— “They’re are perfect. No one has ever picked flowers for me before.”

— Felix lights up at that, a smile tugging at his lips.

— “Are you still upset with me?” Your eyes meet his, slightly glossy from his gift. “I wasn’t upset with you Felix. I think you were more upset than I was,” you say before setting the mug of flowers onto the counter and taking him into your arms.

— “Just having you here with me is enough okay? I love you,” you whisper before pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

— Felix whispers his love to you before cupping your cheeks and sealing your lips with a kiss.

seungmin

— The two of you sit on opposite ends of the couch, not bothering to say a word to one another as the TV plays a movie in front of you.

— Seungmin knows you aren’t interested in it and neither is he. His chest tightens when he sneaks a look at you and sees the dried tears on your cheeks.

— The two of you are stubborn, neither of you wanting to give in first but Seungmin knew it was all his fault.

— You had made his favorite meal, dressed up all nicely for him and even wore his favorite lingerie all for him not to show up. Seungmin realized too late what day it had been, watching you clean up the meal you prepared and slipping out of the outfit and into something more comfortable.

— You hadn’t said a word to him since and honestly he couldn’t blame you.

— It was your first Valentine’s Day together and Seungmin had screwed it up.

— After some time, Seungmin reaches for your hand. He’s relieved when you don’t pull away. He lets himself slide closer to you, taking you into his arms.

— “I’m so sorry baby. I messed up.”

— Your gaze meets his and Seungmin’s heart drops.

— “I’m sorry too. I overreacted.” Seungmin shook his head before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “You worked so hard to surprise me and I didn’t even realize what day it was. That’s on me not you, okay? You’re too good for me baby.”

— “That’s not true. I know you’re busy. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset.”

— Seungmin wants to complain but the words die on the top of his tongue as you give him a knowing look.

— “I really love you, you know,” he whispers instead, breath hit against your lips.

— “I love you too Minnie.”

— Seungmin’s lips meet yours, much rougher this time. His hoodie slips from where it rests on your shoulders, causing a groan to slip from him as the lace of your bra peaks from beneath the material. He can’t help but to reach out and touch.

— “I don’t want to have make up sex. I don’t want you to do this because you feel sorry,” you sigh as you pull slightly away from him.

— Seungmin frowned before shaking his head, “Not make up sex. I want to make love to you. I want to show you how much you mean to me. Only if you want to though,” he whispers as he moves a strand of hair behind your ear.

— “I’d be happy to just hold you the rest of the night. Either way I’m going to tell you how much I love you.”

— A soft giggle leaves you as you press a kiss against the corner of his lips.

— When Seungmin makes love to you that night he makes sure to tell you how much you mean to him and worships every inch of you as if it’s his last time doing so.

jeongin

— Jeongin counts at least three empty cups and a plate of crumbs on your table upon entry to the café.

— Your arms are crossed as you stare out the window but he can’t decipher how you’re feeling. That’s until he makes his presence known and ends up being on the receiving end of your glare.

— “I’m a horrible boyfriend I know,” he sighs as he slides into the booth across from you, setting the bad down next to him.

— Your frown deepens at that, “You aren’t a horrible boyfriend.”

— Jeongin runs his hands through his hair, something he does out of habit when he’s stressed.

— “I don’t have an excuse. I should have realized what day it was and I shouldn’t have kept you waiting,” he frowns as he grasps the bag next to him before setting it on the table.

— “I know this won’t make up for making you wait but I hope you like it.”

— You cautiously take the bag from Jeongin before opening it. He watches your eyes light up, face void of any irritation that once once present as you pull the garment from the bag.

— Your eyes widen as you hold up the hoodie, not just any hoodie but the same exact one that Jeongin was currently wearing. You had been stealing it for months and while he would have just given it to you, he liked the idea of matching with you.

— Jeongin smiled as you sniffed the hoodie, smelling the perfume he had purposely drenched the material in.

— “Baby you shouldn’t have. Seriously this is so expensive,” you whisper as you hold the hoodie to your chest.

— “I’d spend everything in my bank account right this second if it meant making you happy.”

— You roll your eyes, but it’s playful. “You make me happy Innie, not your money.”

— Jeongin laughs, “I know baby. I’m only teasing. Go on, try it on.”

— You nod before slipping the hoodie over your shoulders, sighing as your wrapped in Jeongin’s scent.

— “Now what do you say we get out of here and go take some cute pictures.”

— You nod, taking one last sip of your drink before intertwining your fingers with Jeongin’s as he leads you out of the café but not before pressing a kiss to your temple and whispering a soft ‘I love you’ in your ear.

James Potter // I Love You

summary: The three times James Potter tells you he loves you, and the one time you say it back. TW: mentions of fighting, James being James and not taking no for an answer (not completely creepy though), and alcohol consumption note: I love this man, and this aesthetic

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Teddy

summary - All the people he cares about call him by a nickname, so he doesn’t know how to feel about the fact that you won’t. Especially because it’s so obvious that you have one.

It takes a night out celebrating your friend’s graduation, lots of alcohol, and Bradley’s eyes looking into yours as he gently takes your makeup off for you to finally reveal your nickname to him.

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How Bradley got his name.

warnings - age gap relationship (Bradley is 38, reader is 25), language, mentions of drinking, brief mention of painkillers

word count - 1.4k

I’m back at it again with the Bradley = bear agenda (and my emotional support stuffed animal agenda) - bugs

i ain’t worried ‘bout it

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So freaking cute!!!

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞・l.f.

— felix misses you a little extra tonight; good thing you're way ahead of him.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬・1.7k 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠・idol!felix x gn!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬・brief mentions of the ocean, drowning imagery 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬・fluff, angst, established relationship, pining, hurt/comfort, lots of (happy) tears

𝐚/𝐧・i had exo's "been through" on repeat while writing this; pls give it a listen it's beautiful and so underrated and captures the fic perfectly. enjoy <3

When Felix steps into Tokyo's night air, he can still hear the remnants of tonight's concert in the distance, the occasional car horn and the low thrum of conversation floating over the dome of the stadium. But for the most part, it is quiet, and Felix is finally able to think.

He thinks about how he's happiest after performances: leftover adrenaline warming his skin, strobe lights still dancing across his vision, heartbeat still drumming against his ribs like the heavy bass that shook the stage prior. He thinks about how much he loves leaving each venue knowing that, even if only for a few hours, he owned the place; set it utterly ablaze.

But he mostly thinks about you.

From the moment Felix started loving you, his happiness became yours. A bite of brownie fresh out of the oven, met with widened eyes and a delighted mmm; every funny story relayed to you later that night (poorly, because he keeps interrupting himself to laugh); photographs, so many photographs—an especially rotund pigeon he spots on the way to practice, a new pair of earrings that’s way too expensive but looks way too good on him, cute texts from his mom—inevitably making their way into your camera roll.

He can’t help it. He only wants to experience the best parts of the world with you by his side.

So it is in his happiest moments that he feels your absence the strongest. And now, Felix so badly wishes you were here that he physically aches. It feels a bit like his heart is being swallowed by seawater, nothing in any direction for miles, nowhere to go but down.

Only when Chan materializes next to him does Felix manage to steady his feet on the cement once again.

“It’s not here yet?” Chan surveys the lot for their tour bus, to no avail. “Good thing, I guess. Everyone's taking their sweet time.”

The older boy gives Felix a glance thoughtlessly, looks away, and then looks back, his gaze lingering on the side of his face for longer this time, and Felix knows that Chan knows exactly what’s going through his head. For a second, Chan seems like he wants to say something, but Felix averts his eyes to his shoes, takes out his phone.

Not now.

“I think I left something inside,” Chan says instead, though he never leaves anything anywhere. Felix manages an appreciative smile. Without another word, Chan claps a hand to Felix’s shoulder and disappears back into the building, as quickly as he came.

A few seconds pass. Then, as naturally as if by muscle memory, Felix taps on your contact and holds his phone to his ear.

It rings once, twice, thrice—and then he hears your voice, but not in the way he yearns for.

“Hi, you’ve reached Y/N! I’m unable to come to the phone right now, but please leave a message and I'll get back—”

He ends the call, his brow furrowed. You knew he had a concert today. And you should've known to anticipate the call that would come right after, as faithfully as the sun’s rise and fall.

He calls a second time, hoping this was an obstruction of ‘do not disturb’ and nothing more, but is met with the voice message again.

The call of the ocean's depths becomes louder.

As he sits through the automated response, Felix leans against the wall behind him and tilts his head back against the plaster, his gaze moving over the night sky. Then, he hears the beep, and starts to speak.

“Hi, my love. I called, and you didn’t pick up, and I got worried. Is everything alright? Maybe you’re busy, or asleep? Remember to take care of yourself first and foremost—everything else pales in comparison. Everything."

His voice feels far steadier than he feels.

“Ah, I miss you, darling. The concert went super well; the energy was unreal. We have a few hours to explore Tokyo tomorrow before heading to our next stop, and I’m excited as hell, but I wish you could be here more than anything in the world. I haven’t stopped thinking about how much you’ve always wanted to visit this city since we got here—Seungmin even said he'd save his visit to the Pokemon Center for whenever we come back with you. All of us are thinking of you, babe. Me especially. Me hopelessly.

"One day, you and I are gonna travel the world together, responsibilities and schedules be damned, and we'll spend as long as you want wherever you want. As long as I can be next to you. God, I fucking miss you. I said that already, right?”

A short distance away, the building door opens again, and Felix quickly ducks his head out of view, suddenly conscious of his watery eyes and blurring vision.

“I gotta go. I think the members are ready to go back to the hotel. Call me back when you get a chance, okay?”

The next words catch in Felix’s throat, and he has to wince and take a long, shaky breath in order to get them out.

“I love you to the ends of the universe, angel. Share some of your light with the moon tonight, yeah?” He presses a kiss to the receiver. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Bye.”

With that, Felix hangs up, drops his phone into his pocket, and presses both sleeves tightly against his eyes, willing himself to calm down.

No, he thinks, shoulders quivering with the effort, it really never gets easier.

It takes a while for it to strike Felix as odd that it’s still quiet outside; he could’ve sworn that he heard the door open and close, that he should be hearing the tired chatter of his members by now. Apprehensively (obliviously), Felix lifts his face from his hands and turns around.

Chan, so solemn and quiet before, now wears a Cheshire grin that instantly devolves into a breathy laugh when he meets Felix’s eye. Hyunjin stands behind Chan, holding his phone up, evidently filming. Felix’s lips part in confusion, a question forming on the tip of his tongue. There are enough videos of me crying my eyes out on the internet, no?

But then his eyes fall on the person standing in between the two men, their arms piled so high with flower bouquets that their face is almost concealed entirely, and he forgets what he wanted to say; he forgets every language he knows.

“So we were contacted by a fan the other day,” Hyunjin says, beaming. “Kept calling you their boyfriend. Forced us to fly them out to Japan and everything.”

“It'd be real bad if we got the wrong person,” Chan adds, and a stifled laugh comes from behind the petals—one that Felix would recognize in every corner of the world, in every lifetime. “They look familiar?”

The bouquets part, and behind them you appear, cheeks visibly flushed even under the lot’s singular streetlight, smile so bright that it’s turned your eyes to crescent moons.

"Surprise," you say softly.

The empty lot finally erupts into laughter, Chan and Hyunjin no longer able to restrain themselves. Can't believe we pulled this off, they're saying to each other triumphantly, but everyone, everything around Felix vanishes save for the person he adores most in the world, holding more flowers than they should be able to carry, looking at him as if he's made of pure starlight.

And Felix's heart starts kicking upwards, towards the rays of moonlight filtering through the murky water, as fervently as if his life depends on it—and, in this moment, it does.

“Hand 'em over, fool,” Chan says to you. And as you start transferring the heaps of flowers into the leader’s arms, Felix has never moved faster in his life.

In the span of a few seconds, his hand finds the small of your back, and yours the nape of his neck. “Holy fuck,” Felix whispers, and then he’s pulling you against his chest tightly, desperately. There is no word that can describe the way you melt into one another except for destiny, one of your hands curling in his hair and the other running over his shoulder; his face burrowing in the crook of your neck, fingers lacing together against your spine.

His pulse is so loud that he hears it in all directions, in all parts of him. Felix squeezes his eyes shut against the material of your crewneck, his whole body shaking with silent sobs as the overwhelming array of emotions he'd harbored prior finally spills over. And he stops thinking entirely, simply loses himself in all that you are: the smell of your laundry detergent, the sound of your laugh, the feel of your embrace, so secure and warm as if promising him you’ll never let go.

“I love you, Lee Yongbok,” you murmur, the words only for the two of you to hear.

With the sound of his full name, Felix's heart breaks through the ocean's surface at last. Not only that; it performs a triple axel on the shoreline, and it sure as hell doesn’t stick the landing, slipping and sliding and fighting to regain its balance as you continue on.

“Forget the ends of the universe. You are the universe. You are everything that has ever existed and everything that ever will. And I couldn’t bear to be away from my galaxy for a second longer.”

Felix shakes his head from where it remains buried against you, his voice a broken rasp when he answers, “I’m not whole without you, angel. I never will be again.”

“I'm here, baby,” you reply, your hands tightening around his hoodie, among his long locks. “Whether I'm right next to you or on the other side of the world, I'm always with you. And I will be tomorrow, and the day after, and eons from now. That—”

Your lips find the shell of his ear, then his temple.

“—is a promise, my sunlight.”

Chan is standing with bundles of flowers still piled high in his arms, silent tears streaming down his face, and Hyunjin’s expression is contorted into a terribly suppressed weep, his still-recording phone long forgotten in his pocket. They don't have it in them to tell you to get a room. Not right now.

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Hi Jade! Could I request a cute, fluffy Jungkook drabble where his girlfriend meets Bam for the first time and they instantly become besties?

sure thing, sweet bean!

i saw this pic while i was looking through pinterest for possible banners and it sent me, then it inspired this nonsense 🤪

The first few weeks of dating anyone new are a certifiable mindfuck. Underneath the warm wave of infatuation, there’s a maelstrom brewing; and if you’re too short-sighted, you might drown.

To keep afloat, you spend more time than ever preening — making damn sure that your appearance and personality are at their most palatable. You wear carefully coordinated underwear; you wash your hair on a regular schedule for once; and you try to keep that persistently doubtful inner monologue of yours locked in the vault at the back of your brain.

Meanwhile, outside of presenting yourself as the prettiest of all packages, you have to — somehow — keep an eye out for the other person’s red flags. Sure, you’re a firework whenever their texts light up your inbox, but are they good for your mental health? What if you take off the rose-colored glasses and find that your little love boat is actually trash barge; and — surprise! — that trash barge has been on fire this entire time, with you none the wiser?

If you successfully cross that minefield and survive long enough meet who you’re really dealing with, the introductions don’t stop there. They meet your friends, you meet theirs. Then come parents, then the hidden flaws that are no longer waiting in the wings, then the final arbiter.

If their pet doesn’t like your vibe? Game over.

It’s with a weak jolt of panic that you stand on Jungkook’s doorstep, poised to knock. Before your knuckles can hit the wood, you hear a muffled call from inside: “It’s open!”

Odd.

You inhale as you turn the knob and push it open — and the second you lay eyes on him, it leaves you in a wheezing, entirely and embarrassingly authentic laugh. The very laugh you’ve nearly fainted trying to suppress, which prompts you to immediately slap your hand over your mouth.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor is the bad boy your friends all warned you about — donning a face mask that looks like marshmallow fluff against his tan skin — with a dog wiggling excitedly in front of him, and a toothbrush in hand. Both of them look up at you like everything’s normal, and you swear they’re both smiling.

“Hi,” Jungkook chirps, grinning carefully so as to not disturb his mask. He speaks at his usual quick pace like his body contains more energy than he knows what to do with, “I’m almost done with his teeth. Are you hungry?”

You blink, absolutely dumbfounded, and then you ask, “Did — did you forget I was coming over?”

Jungkook furrows his brows— which are, for the record, hidden under bright, white clay — and now you feel like an absolute asshole for making assumptions. If the roles were reversed, you wouldn’t be caught dead in this state. Not this early into the relationship, when he might not be invested enough in you to see past it.

Yet here he was with all his cards on the table, leaving it up to you to take them or leave them.

“No, I didn’t. I’ve actually been looking forward to this all day,” he admits with a sheepish smile, suddenly shy. Then, Jungkook glances down at the dog, whose wiggling only intensifies as you toe off your shoes and begin your approach. “So has Bam.”

You join them both on the floor, legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle. With your weight propped up on one arm, you tilt your head and muse, “He’s really well trained. Normally, dogs are all over you the second you walk in a room, you know?”

You really should’ve known better than to bait Jungkook like that. There’s barely time to process the look he exchanges with Bam — as if they’re plotting telepathically — because there’s a quick nod in your direction, and then there’s a doberman bowling you over onto your back.

It’s impossible to tell who’s laughing louder: Jungkook, whose watering eyes might leave streaks in his face mask; or you, hugging forty kilograms of unadulterated bliss. One thing is clear: Jungkook is over the moon. So much so that he coos, “Aww, look who made a friend!”

You’re not sure if he’s referring to Bam or to you.

“Best friend, obviously,” You peep, “No one has ever been this excited to see me before in my life.” You have to squeeze your eyes shut to avoid the tongue lapping lovingly over your cheeks. Turning your head abruptly to the side, you snort, “God, he even kisses like you!”

“I sure as fuck do not kiss you like that,” Jungkook huffs with a pout you just barely catch a glimpse of. He’s up on his knees in a heartbeat, carefully removing Bam from you just to take his place. He narrows his eyes playfully as he settles with one hand on either side of your face; and the wicked glint in them isn’t lost on you. “One of us bites, doll. The other one was trained not to.”

You flex an eyebrow and it’s more of a dare than a reaction, “Is that so?”

Jungkook tucks a renegade strand of hair behind your ear. “Definitely,” he hums as he does the same to the other side. “Pretty thing. Know what you’re missing, though?”

You’re scared to ask, so you let your widening eyes do the talking.

“Bit of skincare!” He declares with a wolfish grin.

Within a split second, Jungkook cups your face in his hands and you realize exactly why he bothered to push your hair out of your face. His is pressed to yours as he kisses you deep, right through your startled gasp. Jungkook makes sure to smear the goop from his chin and cheeks onto yours in the process. You can feel his smile as he does.

There’s a teasing nip at your bottom lip when he eventually pulls back, gently tugging what he’s captured with him for a millimeter or two before releasing you. Gazing down at his messy masterpiece, his brows crinkle under the weight of his thoughts. Wordlessly, he drops one hand from your jaw; drags the pad of his thumb down his nose; then swipes the excess along the bridge of yours. He taps the button of your nose gently, looking pleased as fucking punch.

Now, it would seem that you’ve rocketed straight through the awkward, not-quite-yourself phase of dating and ended up crash-landing on the other side.

“That better?” You pant, knowing full well that it really, really is.

Jungkook leans down again to kiss you much more sweetly than before. With his lips still pressed to yours, he smirks, “Much.”

Then, he drops onto the rug next to so you can sit upright again. “And I think you’ve been greenlit, but I won’t presume to speak on Bam’s behalf.”

You both turn to Bam — the final boss — for his verdict. When he lets out a quick boof, it sounds like a sneeze, but it says everything you need to know.

Piggyback | R.L.

Remus gets jealous after you spend an afternoon with James, but you sweetly assure him he has nothing to be worried about — remus x fem!reader fluff with a hint of angst

warnings: jealousy/insecurity, some foul language

words: 1k

You held on tight from behind him, arms wrapped around the broad shoulders of James Potter. He held your thighs steady as you dashed through the halls of Hogwarts. 

He laughed when you let out a squeal every time he turned a corner, fearing he would lose control and run into a wall — even though you know he would never do that. He has too much Quidditch experience and he knew his best mate, your boyfriend, Remus Lupin would kill him if he ever hurt you. 

Speak of the devil, James turned one more corner into the library hallway and you saw Remus' familiar silhouette at the end of the hall walking away. James didn't seem to notice him and was about to run another direction, but you moved your hand onto his arm to direct him one way. 

"Jamie, wait, Remus is over there! Run down the library hall." You told him. 

"Alright, let's go see your Moony." He replied, obeying your instructions and heading towards Remus. 

Once you got closer, you called out Remus' name, which caught his attention. He turned around and looked slightly shocked at the sight of you on James' back, both of you running at him. James came to a jagged halt when you reached Remus, causing you to let out a giggle. 

"Let me down please, Jamie." You asked of the boy carrying you. He once again obliged, bending down and letting you get off his back. You thanked him softly and turned to Remus. 

"Hi, Remmy." You said, pulling him down by his tie so you could kiss him. You did so, a sweet kiss on the lips, which James looked away for. 

"Hi, love." Remus greeted you back. "What were you just doing?" 

"Oh, Jamie was just giving me a piggyback ride around the school while you were busy in the library. But, now you're out, I guess, so here we are." 

"Yup, here we are." James said with a shrug. "So, I guess I'll be on my way, probably to go find my lily flower. I'll see you two later." 

And with that, he started to walk away, heading towards the library to check for Lily there first. 

"Bye, Jamie! Thanks for the ride!" You said just before he left, and he did a little salute in return, then kept walking.

You turned back to Remus, hoping to spend time with your boyfriend after he'd been in the library all day working. 

"So, you and 'Jamie'? Where did that little nickname come from?" He asked before you could say anything. 

"Oh, I just sometimes feel like I'm imposing on your friend group when I call you by your Marauders nicknames, so I'm just trying out some other ones." You told him with a smile. "What do you think of it?" 

"It's cute." He said curtly. 

You could tell at this point that something was bothering, and you knew Remus well enough to know that he wouldn't just tell you unprompted. 

"Then what's wrong?" You asked, looking up at him. 

"What? Nothing's wrong." He answered, though you knew it was a lie. "Let's just go back to the common room."

"Well, clearly something is wrong, and I don't want to go until we figure it out." 

"How could anything be wrong? I just finally finished my essays and you had a great afternoon with Jamie." 

The way he sneered at the nickname you gave his best mate is what made you realise what was upsetting him. 

"You're jealous." You stated, fighting back a grin because of your realisation. 

"What? No, why would I be jealous? No, let's just go." Remus said with a scoff. Taking her soft hand in his, Remus started to walk away with you, now completely silent. 

"You know, I know you're not jealous." You started curiously. "I know it's impossible. But, hypothetically, if you were jealous, I would say that it's okay. Even though I was just being friendly with James, it's a totally normal emotion, especially in a young relationship, and I would really be proud of you for sharing your feelings." 

You paused for a moment, then looked up at him to admit the next part. "I might even find it a little cute, if we're both being honest here." 

He looked down at you, still walking down the corridor alongside you. "You would?"

"I would." 

"Well, it's too bad that I'm not jealous." He added with a sly smirk. 

He knows what he's doing. Annoying, adorable, stubborn arsehole.  

"You know, I bet Jamie gets jealous sometimes." You told him, trying to break Remus into admitting it finally. "I'll go hang out with him for the evening, and I'll ask him." 

Obviously teasing him now, you let go of his hand and started to walk in the direction James went in a minute ago. You only made it about a step and a half before he took hold of your wrist, gently stopping you. 

"Or," Remus started, his mood clearly changed from before. "I could admit that I might have been jealous for a minute, then I could give you a piggyback ride to Gryffindor tower, and we could hang out, just us, in my dorm."

"I'd like that very much, Remmy." 

"Then, hop on, love." He bent down so you could climb onto his back, then stood up to his full height once you were settled. 

"See? You're even taller than James, so the view from up here is much better. I love it."

You could tell even that simple bit of flattery had brightened his mood even more, though he was trying not to let it show. "So, are you ready to go now?"

You leaned your head down slightly so you could give him a sweet peck on the cheek. "To your dorm, Remmy!”