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dear-bunnyboo · 7 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

important note: my face claim will be madison beer but you can imagine whoever you desire. also the songs mentioned are not all technically all madison’s i will be incorporating other songs from other artists.

all the pictures seen below are not mine, however they were edited by yours truly. credits to the owners.

and just like that, all hell breaks loose 🫢 (hope this makes you guys temporarily forget that bae played like ass last sunday 🥲)

side note: I am really proud of this chapter. so proud that it might be my current favorite <3

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Joe Burrow x Singer!Reader / Brief Ex!Jack Hughes x Singer!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Can Joe save you when everything comes crashing down?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, cursing, haters, rumors, liar!Jack, toxic ex, crying, angry!reader, media, joe being a sweetheart, light fluff, flashback, protective!Joe

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

This week has been proven to be challenging for you.

Halfway through your tour you have a mandatory rest week as you’d like to call it— not only for yourself but for every single people involved behind the scenes as well, they have been working as hard as you were, if not even more.

You were a workaholic, and a day off is enough for you to get recharged. Which is why you were finding it so hard to get through the week— you were itching to perform. You had to distract yourself with a pen and paper for your own sanity— writing helps release the energy and tension from your body.

It’s only been two days since the rest week started and you were silently going insane. It doesn’t help that Joe just messaged you saying that it was their bye week of the season— you really didn’t know what to do with the information he gave you. You are more closer to Joe now than you were before, from the frequent late night talking, FaceTimes, texting— and you loved it. You just didn’t know what his break had to do with you— until he spells it out for you.

I’m coming over

He texted you this an hour ago. Joe has been over your house before and vice versa— you were continuously teased by Y/BF/N which really wasn’t a surprise to you. Your best friend has declared herself the president of the Joe and Y/N Fanclub and it’s borderline psychotic but you love her anyways.

Again— this week is a challenge.

Joe was coming over and you found yourself wanting to throw up— you had zero clue as to why your stomach was hurting and why your palms were getting clammy. You placed your palm on your forehead, lightly feeling for a fever but with no avail.

You have been refusing the feeling for months now.

You hated it.

It was happening all over again. The same feelings, the same outcomes. It was bullshit.

Those damn butterflies that died that night seemed to resurrect from the dead every time you talked to Joe— every time he laughed and smiled at you the butterflies not only show up but get trampled by a stampede of animals.

Sitting cross legged on your living room sofa as you waited for the quarterback— you looked around your surroundings. Around you was littered with papers with scribbles of your panic writing, your electric guitar discarded right next to you. A ding broke you out of your thoughts and upon looking down on your phone, you see another message form Joe.

I think you’ll really like my surprise, lovebug.

You were gonna throw up— a butterfly is about to come out of your mouth.

Yeah?, well, color me intrigued.

Tossing your phone away from you, you wiped your sweaty hands on you sweatpants and continued writing— you were writing with so much fervor that your handwriting started to look like you were writing a medicine prescription but you understood it.

You understood it.

Lovebug

Joe started calling you lovebug a couple months ago when he came over your house for the first time.

You and Joe were talking animatedly about your favorite SpongeBob episodes on your couch. The two of you just finished watching the first SpongeBob Movie and now you both were just geeking out and giggling about iconic episodes.

“Nothing will top the chocolate episode. Still makes me laugh out loud till this day.” Joe chuckles as he placed his arms on the sofa just behind your head— he wasn’t touching you but you felt the heat of his body by how close you two were sitting. The feeling was somewhat more intimate than actually being touched— it was the longing for it that was getting to you.

“The episode where they performed at the Super Bowl halftime was my favorite! I thought that would be your favorite. Nothing will ever top that.” You bounced on your seat, facing Joe even more now— looking at him like he grew three heads for not picking that episode as his favorite.

The quarterback laughs at you as he watched your eyes grow wide in excitement as you talked about that episode, “Ok, ok! That’s a great one as well, I’m not gonna lie.” He put his hands up in surrender but before you could even reply back to him, you caught sight of something moving from your peripheral vision— turning your head slightly, you spotted a tarantula climbing up your sofa and with no hesitation whatsoever you bolted out of your couch screaming.

Joe looked at you alarmed, immediately standing up and walking towards you slowly in concern, “What’s wrong?” He carefully eyes you with his beautiful baby blues— if it weren’t for the predicament you found yourself in you would have turned red but you didn’t have time for that. You pushed Joe away from you, your eyes still trained on the spider as you directed Joe’s body to face the insect.

“There is a huge spider, Joe!” You whisper-yelled, trying your hardest not to yell as you inched your back towards the wall. Joe, however, turned to look at you with a grin on his face— you gave him a look as he continued to look smug.

“What!?” You scolded him.

“You’re scared of spiders?” He asked in both a concerned and amused tone.

“Gee, Joe— no I’m thrilled. That was me screaming in joy.” You blurted out sarcastically, slightly pushing him towards it again as you hid behind his towering figure, “And that is not a spider, that’s a fucking Pokémon at this point— get it out!”

The blonde, laughed at your attitude— just now meeting this new persona of yours, you’ve always been so sweet to him that this side of you was amusing him. Sassy— he liked it.

“Joseph! Are you just gonna stare at me? Or are you gonna actually help? That thing basically owns the house at this point— please, Joey.” And there it was, the sweet side Joe was just thinking about, Joe shook his head and smiled at you before moving towards the insect.

“You know, it’s also scared, right? We probably look hideous to it as well.” Joe consoles you while you continued to watch him quietly reach his bare hands to catch the spider— which were as big as his hands.

“Congrats, you’re a Disney Princess.” you rolled your eyes at him— there was no convincing you when it comes to spiders.

Joe just let out the biggest laugh at your sassiness, “You’re the funniest person I’ve ever met.”

“I’m here all night.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

He struggled to keep the spider in place as he carefully wrestled it around his palms as the spider stared squirming. You slowly inched closer to the couch now that Joe has reached your front door, “Be careful. Don’t hurt it— I want it out of my house not dead.” You muttered but Joe heard you loud and clear, earning another a warm smile from him.

“Look at you— I thought you were worried about me for a second but it was for the spider. Who’s the Disney Princess now?” Joe winked at you before walking out of the front door to get the spider out.

Joe saunters back in shorty looking smug as if he just wrestled an alligator out of your house. Placing himself next to you back on the couch he looks at you in amusement and before you could give him an attitude— Joe raised his hand up to remove the stray hairs out of your face, your hair slightly disheveled after running for your life.

You remained still as you watched him watch you— Joe was looking at every single part of your face as if he was memorizing every inch of you before muttering something under his breath. It was so low that you missed it.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you asked, “What?” You managed to breath out.

“Lovebug”

His baby blue eyes finally meeting yours. You sat stunned— not knowing where all this was coming from.

“What?” You started to sound like a broken record as you asked him again.

“You’re such a lovebug.” The quarterback shrugged before removing his hand off of your face, now facing your TV as he tries to move on from the situation. Joe must have felt your eyes still on him as you tried to process and understand what he just said— what he was trying to say.

“You’re full of love. You’re such a good person. Just a few months of knowing you and being your friend and I’ve noticed how much love you have to offer— it’s amazing really. You are terrified of spiders but you didn’t want it dead, unlike some people would.” Joe shrugged shoving chips in his mouth as if he didn’t just say the sweetest things to you.

“Joe, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. Thank you.”

“It’s true” he nodded at you. “Lovebug is scared of a little bug.” Joe continued to joke earning an exasperated look from you.

“That thing was not little, Joe. It was practically a grown adult.”

You remembered the feeling you felt when he told you those things that night.

You understood how fucked you were.

You understood how this could be another one of your biggest mistakes, you continued writing on the paper— words, phrases, lyrics were spewing out of you as you continued to think about that night— the TV not even distracting you for a second.

You didn’t know why your heart was feeling this way. How it could start beating the way it is as if it wasn’t beaten and bruise— you didn’t understand why this was happening to you.

All of you thought that love off the table.

So why?

The heart is resilient— love is resilient. It can suffer for years, it can be broken and used over and over again, it can be shattered into pieces, it can make you feel numb— but then it surprises you when it flutters again. Flutters from the happiness, the giddiness, excitement, and even love— again, it’s resilient.

You’re brain however, it’s logical. It has stored all the memories; the good, the bad, the traumatic into specific file cabinets— it gathers information from your previous experiences and helps you stop yourself from going through those same experiences again.

Your heart was telling you to go for it while your brain was telling you to let it go. They never seem to listen to each other but they also couldn’t live without each other— the heart and the brain, just another love story.

Your doorbell rang pulling you out of your thoughts. You quickly gathered yourself together before standing up to answer the door— opening your front door, you were met with Joe who has one hand in his pocket while to other one was hiding a paper bag behind his back.

“Hey.” And just like that he single-handedly managed to get the butterflies in your stomach to awaken from their slumber.

Holding to door wide open you gave the man in front of you a smile, “Hey, you.” You greeted Joe before side stepping to let his huge frame in— as he walks in your house you addressed the paper bag clasped in his hand.

“What you got there?” You nodded your head towards the bag, looking up at him in curiosity as he placed himself down on your sofa. Joe took a quick look down at the bag before reaching out to hand it to you.

“It’s the surprise I was talking about.” Joe eyes you up and down, his eyes feeling like lasers as the heat started to build up throughout your body. You simply shook your head as you sat next to him— carefully opening the paper bag.

A peak of yellow was seen— pulling the huge box out you were met with the new Bowser Lego set that you have been looking to buy for a while now; it’s been sold out everywhere. One of the many surprising things that you’ve learned about Joe was that he loved Legos which you found exciting cause you had a mild but concerning obsession with Legos.

You eyed the box with wide eyes before looking up back at Joe who was looking at you amused— you couldn’t contain yourself so you launched yourself on the quarterback and tackled him in a hug.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I don’t know what occasion it is for you to give me a present but I’m not complaining!” You muttered excitingly in the crook of his neck as Joe squeezed you back in return, laughing at your explosive reaction.

“There is no occasion— and I have connections.” He said proudly before slowly scanning the papers scattered in front of him.

You let out an over exaggerated gasp, “You have Lego connections?” your eyes widening even more as you scooted closer to him— all your undivided attention now on him.

Joe nodded as he chuckles at your excitement, “Can I know those people, please?” You begged hoping the man next to you would give you what you asked for.

“I’m your Lego connection. I’ll buy you all the Lego you want— you have me.” Joe answers his eyes still trained on the papers in front of him as he tried his hardest to understand your manic handwriting.

“I do have you. That’s sweet.” You looked down on your lap smiling.

You hate yourself

“You have me.” Joe mutters under his breath.

You hated him.

You hated everything— why is this happening to you?

You hated how easy it is for your heart to love again. You hated how your body reacted to Joe— he could breathe in a weird way and you’d find it cute. You hated how you folded for a man who could easily disregard you like they all did.

You wanted to cry.

You hated how scared you are, it’s almost a year since the cheating scandal happened and you were still scared— you weren’t scared of falling, you were scared of crashing.

Trying your hardest to swallow the lump that formed in your throat, you turned to look at Joe who was quietly trying to read your lyrics— in a flash, your hand swooped down and compiled all the paper towards you.

“Uh uh, these are potential songs— no spoilers for you.” You tutted at him as you arranged the folded and crumpled pieces of papers in your arms.

“I couldn’t read them anyway. You have terrible handwriting, Y/N.” He teased as he eyed you for your reaction which you immediately responded to.

“Hey! I have very pretty handwriting. It just so happens that my brain was spitting out too many ideas at once that my hand couldn’t keep up.” you raised your chin high up— looking up at him, you’re eyebrow raised as to challenge him to disagree with you.

“Alright. I believe you.” The quarterback flicks your chin up with his fingers as he took a quick good look at you— Joe finds himself doing that to you a lot recently.

“Anyway, are we gonna make my baby Bowser? Or not?” You gave him the most childish smile you could muster making Joe smile back at you warmly before smirking, a mischievous look covering his handsome face.

“I thought you were gonna ask if we we’re gonna make a baby.” A huge grin twitching to form on his face and in turn you remained still looking at the man in front of you with wide eyes— your mouth opening and closing however, words weren’t coming out of your mouth.

“Maybe next time, lovebug.” Joe continued which shocked you even more. You had never expected that Joe Burrow would be like this prior to meeting him— he looks like such a serious man who means nothing but business. In fact, before meeting him you were sure that he had zero personality, you doubted it’s existence. You were so sure that football was his only personality trait, but now here he was making sex jokes— or was he flirting?

“Joseph Lee Burrow!” You yelled at him before smacking him on the shoulder with the box you were holding— the contents moving around making clanking noises inside the unopened box.

“Ow! I’m joking— but yeah, let’s make your baby Bowser.” He jokingly mocks you while he rubbed his shoulder that you had just hit.

That’s how you found yourselves the next couple of hours— playing with Legos.

You two were sat on the ground on the carpet, finding it more comfortable to work there than your expensive couch. The two of you worked in silence— unless when you two found yourselves singing along the songs in Joe’s playlist.

The bass to Future’s song Codeine Crazy was blasting in your speakers as you and Joe finished Bowser’s legs— you were bobbing your head to the beat as you mindlessly danced in your spot, your eyes solely focused on the manual in front of you— you were too focused that you failed to notice Joe watching you with a fond smile on his face.

What didn’t go unnoticed to you though was the reporter reporting celebrity news on your TV. Before Joe arrived, you were flipping through the channels on your TV looking for something to watch when you decided to leave it on ENews while you continued writing— ultimately you were now regretting that decision.

“New Jersey Devils’ star player Jack Hughes finally speaks up regarding his very public split with Grammy Award winning singer Y/N Y/L/N.”

Apparently this doesn’t go unnoticed by Joe as well who was now watching you as your eyes shot up and remained glued on the screen in front of you.

“Almost a year after videos and pictures surfaced of NHL star Jack Hughes kissing a unknown woman— Jack finally breaks his silence. We interviewed Jack after his game last Saturday against the New York Rangers and the 22 year old had a few things to say about the situation.”

“I just want to clear everything once and for all. You’ve only heard one side of the story. After three years of dating Y/N, never once did I cheat on her— when those pictures came out we were already broken up for a few months, so there was no cheating.”

You’re hands were now shaking while your chest moved up and down in an abnormally fast pace— the Lego piece you were previously holding was now disregarded on the table. Joe— you could barely hear him trying to call out for you. You were solely focused on the TV.

“I hope this stops the baseless rumors, the false narrative that has been put out through the songs— I don’t appreciate it.”

“Why do you think Y/N would lie?” the interviewer asked.

“I don’t know. She has been getting cozy with Burrow— maybe she’s projecting but I do wish her all the best.” Jack chuckles as he gives the interviewer a smile.

Silence

Joe managed to find the TV remote and turned it off but it was too late— you heard everything you needed to hear. You would have heard about that interview regardless, the internet is fast.

“Y/N.” Joe’ stern voice broke the silence. You failed to realize that he was now crouching right next to you.

The soft touch of his hand drawing circles on your back managed to bring the tears out to surface. You felt the burning pain in your chest that you’ve grown familiar with the past couple of months— everything came crashing down on you like the waves during a storm.

“He’s lying.” Was all you’ve managed to muster up. You’re voice was now raspy from the struggle of trying not to break down and cry.

“He’s lying.” You said again, more so to yourself— trying to calm yourself down.

“I know. I know. I believe you.” Joe reassured you while he continued playing with your hair. The blonde’s words shocked you. Why would he believe you? Why should he believe you?

“Why?” You sniffed looking up at Joe, you’re eyes getting more blurry as they filled themselves with tears.

Joe remained calm offering you a comforting smile before gathering you into his arms— he was now sitting behind you with you in between his parted legs, his arms wrapped around your entire torso as he gently pushes you backward to lean against him.

“We haven’t known each other for that long, Joe. How do you know that what he said wasn’t all true?” You pushed releasing a shaky breath not understanding why he is choosing to blindly trust and believe you.

The quarterback doesn’t know about Jack, he knows that you just recently ended a long term relationship but never the specifics— unless he researched you prior which seems uncharacteristic of Joe and unlikely at that.

“I believe you because you wouldn’t be acting like this if you were lying. I believe you because if you were lying, you wouldn’t tear up every time you performed a certain song. I believe you because if you were lying, you wouldn’t have a distant look on your face every time you get reminded of your ex. I believe you because I know you not him.”

The tears that gathered in your eyes finally fell. You were crying again— sure, Jack caused it but you were crying because deep down you knew that you were falling again, for someone who’s talking to you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, someone who unbeknownst to you have been watching your every move.

“He’s ruining my life. He keeps hurting me, Joey.” Sobs wracked your body as you curled up against his chest. “Shh, you’re okay, you’re alright. No one can ruin anything for you or hurt you without your consent, lovebug.” Joe coos as he tries his best to remove the hair that was now sticking on your face from the tears.

The ringing of your phone pulled the both of you out of your little bubble that you’ve just created, grabbing your phone you see Y/BF/N and Trevor calling you for a group FaceTime, quickly answering the call, you started to cry even harder— the overwhelming things that just had happened in a matter minutes getting to you.

“Y/N?” Your two best friends started in unison, their faces filled with concern as they finally saw the state you were in.

“Hey, Popstar.” Trevor gave you a sad smile as he tried to make you smile back at him.

“He’s a fucking liar, Z.” You looked at them sadly, your tears now falling slower than before but consistently.

Trevor looked at you defeatedly as he was just as hurt and disappointed at Jack as you were. He didn’t know why Jack would do something like that to you— he didn’t understand why he cheated in the first place. When Trevor confronted him that night, Jack stated that he was drunk and he didn’t mean to do it, that he wanted to apologize to you and take you back but still continued to date the same girl he cheated on you with and now this— lying to the world, turning the story around. Trevor was just as pissed.

“Y/N, I want you to breathe, okay? I already contacted your publicist for you and I’ll be back there by tomorrow— we’ll figure it out. We always do.” Y/BF/N calmly but sternly confronted you. Y/BF/N went back to her hometown for a couple of days to meet her family which is why she wasn’t with you currently like she always was.

“I know. It’s just people are gonna think I’m a fucking liar now— and that I cheated on him. He fucking implied I’ve been talking to Joe while we were dating and that I was projecting.” upon the realization that Joe’s name was brought into the conversation, you cried even harder.

You didn’t want Joe involved. He doesn’t deserve to be involved in such nonsense— he already gets bombarded by questions about you, now he’s gonna be apart of cheating allegations.

“No one is gonna believe that asshole, Y/N. Sure his die hard fans who wants to jump his bones might but that’s it— he’s dumb.” Y/BF/N explained.

“How do you know that?” You blurted. The pain and anger now reaching the surface ready for you to explode. Thankfully, Joe was quietly listening— his fingers slowly drawing patterns up and down your arm, whispering sweet nothings in your ears that could turn you into a melting puddle if you weren’t so angry right now.

“Because! We were all at that golf course a few weeks before the pictures of Jack cheating came out, remember? The paparazzi got photos of you two latched to each other like a couple of leeches, Y/N! Don’t you see? Jack didn’t think his plan through properly. People won’t believe his bullshit story about you two breaking up months prior and everyone knows you and Joe met after the fact.” You could kiss Y/BF/N through the phone right now. She was right. A few weeks before the drama exploded on your face; you, Y/BF/N, Trevor, Cole, Alex, Jack, Luke, and Quinn went out to play golf together— the day after that the tabloids had pictures of you and Jack together full on PDA.

He’s a dumb motherfucker and that dumb motherfucker is dead to you.

“So, do me a favor— grab your pen and paper and start your magic. I hate seeing you cry because of that fucker. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Joe don’t think I can’t see you, take care of her please.” Y/BF/N gave a stern look through the screen.

“I will.” Joe curtly answered before squeezing you tighter making you melt into him even more.

“Are you telling me the Joe Burrow has been right there this entire time? I’ve been looking at your zoomed in face when I could be looking at Joe Burrow?!” Trevor voices out, moving his head side to side as if he could get a glimpse of the NFL player that way.

You slowly inched your phone away from your face, Joe’s face now appearing on the screen earning a literal gasp from the hockey player.

“Oh my god, hi!” Trevor waves at the quarterback earning a chuckle from Joe and a small smile from you.

Trevor looked at you with a grin after finally making you smile, “I have a game against the Devils this week. I’ll bash his head in against the glass for you.” Trevor said his voice now serious as ever, along with a determined and pisses off look on his face that you only see during his games.

You only hummed in reply before deciding to bid goodbye to your two best friends— lyrics floating around your head waiting to be written out of anger.

“Your friends are sweet.” Joe comments once the call ended, now watching you as you pulled out new blank pieces of papers— both of your positions unchanging, in fact you two were even closer than before.

“They are— you are too.” Turning to meet his intense gaze you managed to give him a genuine smile as you watched him watch you.

Joe was holding you so close and so gentle that it made your heart ache in a good way. “Thank you.” you whispered.

“You can talk to me, always.”

And that’s what you did. Not moving from both of your places, you told Joe everything. From meeting Jack to losing Jack— you told him everything. You shed a few tears as you told him how bad it hurts, how it broke you— you told him how scared you were, how scared you are now of love— of falling in love; and Joe listen. He quietly listened as you poured your heart to him, until Joe caressing your arms and him whispering reassuring words to you slowly lulls you to sleep.

The energy you drained from writing your songs and from crying pulled you into a slumber. You remained motionless in Joe’s arms— your back leaning on his chest as he circled his arms tighter around you, protecting you from the world as he watched your chest steadily move up and down, your soft snores filling his ears making him smile.

Joe enjoys your company. Meeting you was one of the highlights of his life— you were a breath of fresh air. You were so beautiful inside and out, you were funny and witty— the banter and conversations you two would have kept him on his toes. Joe never once denied what he felt and he knew he will have to work hard for you to believe his feelings especially now with how fragile you were— Joe cares for you and he hated how your smile instantly dropped after hearing the news, he hated seeing and hearing you cry which is why as he watches you sleep in his arms, he carefully pulled out his phone.

Joe was just as pissed as you were and everyone will know that.

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5starluvr · 3 months

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Little things they do

Attilay m

Chan | Lee know | Changbin | Hyunjin |

Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

•Paintings and painting sessions

Everyone knows that he is very artistic and romantic. I think that he would paint things and have you (both) in mind. He might draw your favorite flower or a whole portrait of you or you both probably as an old couple if he feels extra romantic. I get the feeling that Hyunjin would also take joy in teaching you how to paint and if you already know how he might teach you different techniques he used he’d learn new ones with you.

•Watches romance movies

This might be cheesy to others but something you both genuinely enjoy doing together. It might not be special but there is just something about you guys cozying down together on the bed, grabbing snacks, and watching two people slowly in love and imagining you two as the main character. Even when he’s on tour you both can still FaceTime and watch your favorite movies.

A/n: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 @nxstjakdr 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 <3

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ethansluvbot · 1 year

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hey!! can you do what it would like dating jack champion?? only if u want to tho! :)

HEADCANNONS | JACK CHAMPION

warnings: none just fluff

jack worships the ground that you walk on. he heavily depends on validating his partner. not a second will go by without him posting about you or complementing you.

“you know you’re gorgeous, right?” jack walks up to you with a huge smile on his face. he hugs you kissing down your neck.

he’s most likely into physical touch. he’s totally touched starved and is so glad when he is validated. you guys will always be seen together. jacks hands will always have to be on you somehow.

he loves taking naps with you. he loves taking hikes, going to amusement parks, and taking you to interviews. as long as he is spending time with you he’s fine.

he talks about you a lot in interviews. a interviewer could ask him his favorite color and it would end up relating to you.

he is such a golden retriever. he is never afraid to show that he’s in love with you. if you are in a relationship with him you won’t ever feel alone. you definitely won’t feel insecure with him either.

he loves kissing your hands, neck and temple. he really will kiss you anywhere that you let him. he enjoys when you play with his hair when you cuddle. he will get grumpy if you stop.

jacks head lays in between your legs with his head on your stomach. your fingers gently massage through his hair as you scroll through instagram.

as you scroll through instagram a call come through. it was jenna, she was facetiming you when you picked up. “hi!” you smile remove your hand from his head.

“hey y/n! i was wondering if you would like to come over for a bit?”

“yeah, of course i will-” before you can finish jack grabs your phone and hangs up. you laughed smacking him lightly.

he would definitely do face mask, make bracelets and run you bubble baths all the time. will just sit there while you get ready for bed. he definitely has about 100+ bad photos of you getting ready/unready.

when i tell you his whole phone is filled with pictures of you. you could literally be eating a granola bar and he takes a picture.

calls and text you all day long. you could’ve just left his house and he’s already asking you when you’re coming over again. if you didn’t respond in 5 minutes he just keeps texting you until you respond. definitely overthinks it aswell. he will text mason thinking it’s over.

JACK: MASON. y/ns going to break up with me.

MASON: what did she say??

JACK: she didn’t say anything :(

MASON: oh, so its not happening.

he loves when you go to the gym with him. even if you guys are just goofing off the entire time. he definitely loves helping you spot yourself. he definitely loves helping you reach your full potential. he’s always encouraging you to keep going.

every week he gives you a new sweatshirt and takes back the old one. he makes sure they smell exactly like him so you’re comforted. he definitely enjoys when you wear his hoodies in front of other guys.

you guys are usually hanging out with trinity. you just consider her as a sister eventually. both of you are pretty close. all of you have a weekly dinner.

he loves buying you clothing and jewlery. he will walk into a mall and buy you everything possible. he will buy you matching necklaces.

he’s definitely super nosy. if there’s a fight going down in your groupchat he’s always on your side.

“she’s getting on my nerves right now. she always is on alana’s side even when she’s in the wrong,” you groan throwing your head back

“you should definitely drop her girl. she needs get out of here with her woodchuck looking ass,” he jokes staring at your phone to see what she says. you laugh at him, he immediately makes you feel better.

surprisingly he’s a good artist. like not that he can make self portraits but simple landscapes. he definitely convinced you that he can’t paint you. you didn’t tell him but that was one of the worst self portraits of yourself you’ve seen.

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19ndonboy · 11 months

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do something, babe - mason mount

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A/N: i’m back with a new imagine, i got inspired by you’re losing me and hits different (surprising ik). i hope y’all will like this one and leave feedback pls :’)

you and mason were it for each other. visiting london, you randomly met in a restaurant on a night out. as cliché as it sounds, you two ran into each other as a result of not looking in front of you, too absorbed in your conversation to give it a thought. and just like in the movies, it immediately clicked between you and your next days in london were spent getting to know each other.

his favorite movie, his favorite artist, his favorite holiday destination, his favorite food but also what makes him happy, what matters the most to him in his life… it was fair to say you knew almost everything about him in such a short period of time.

your favorite chocolate, your favorite artist, your favorite series, your safe place but also what scares you the most and what keeps you up at night… he knew everything he needed to know to affirm he wanted you by his side for a long time.

days went by and you had to go back to your hectic life in the city you call home. you stayed in touch with mason for months. both of you being way too busy to see each other, evenings would be spent on facetime talking about your days. updating him on the dramas going on in your friend’s love life and him telling you how ben and him had a lot of fun scaring their teammates today. you would have killed for that smile as he told you all about it, to this day still.

you ended up meeting those said teammates a few weeks later, visiting him for two weeks. all loved up, this trip couldn’t have been any better even if you tried to. and it went on like this for a year and a half, satisfied with this relationship you two had until it wasn’t enough anymore.

the three words you two were longing for to hear had slipped on the last night you spent together before you had to go home again. your head laying on his chest, his hand tangled in your hair as you were tracing invisible patterns on his skin, the first “i love you” slipped out of his mouth. with sparks in your eyes and a big smile plastered on your face, he wish he had said them before if the price was to see you happy like a kid on christmas day. it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders when you said it back, but he swore he didn’t even need to hear it when your eyes said it all. lord, you had never looked at him like this and something happened in his stomach that night.

lots of kisses, lingering touches and words were shared that night, and the words which changed it all for you were his, “stay here”.

what followed after was you going home to sort everything with your work, the place you lived at and say your goodbyes with your family and friends as you promised to come back and to also invite them to what would be your new home. and two weeks later, you were back in cobham ready for a new chapter.

you could’ve not asked for anything better for what followed during the next three years. happiness, love, communication and trust. sure there were downs but you had gotten through them and always ended up stronger as a duo.

well that was what you thought until four months ago when the black hole was too deep to get out of it. what was at first just a rough patch happening at chelsea ended up being the cause of your relationship going downhill.

how did it go from nights spent at home cuddled on the sofa in front of a movie when he could, days spent in bed when he was exempt from training to him being locked in his game room all day and out with god knows who all night.

you had accepted it all, his sudden mood changes, him taking you as his punching bag after another loss, forgetting to show up at an event for your job. until you couldn’t hold it anymore. you were slipping through his fingers, he was losing you and he did nothing. the fake smiles, the tears at bay you were keeping every time he was kissing you on your forehead as he was leaving for another night out in a club. your heart couldn’t handle this pain anymore. it became too heavy, you felt like you could explode at any minute.

you gave him so many signs, he was blind not to see them. you two were too far gone, you didn’t recognise him anymore and moreover you couldn’t recall what you had created as it all vanished in front of you so fast. so four months ago, you decided to leave. as he was walking down the stairs, you following him, you said the dreaded words, “i’m leaving.”

of course he was too stuck in his own world, not to realize what he was doing was wrong and an argument followed. you wish he didn’t go out when you threatened him not to be here when he would come back at 3:00 am sharp. was it childish of you to say so? yes but you didn’t know what to do anymore and you were too exhausted to think twice before speaking. but the sad truth was that you meant them.

he didn’t take those words seriously and he wished he had. you know what they all say when you don’t know what you got until it’s gone. it stings. he lost you and it hurt. he tried to contact you all night after he got home to an empty house. fresh flowers you had bought the day before and all your decorating pieces left were all here to remind him that until a few hours ago, there were two people living here.

that was four months ago. time went by so fast since. you found yourself a place to live at in central london. your days were spent at work and your nights were spent in your bed in a blanket. what you wouldn’t admit to your friends is the t-shirt you have buried in your arms every night. mason’s.

his past four months were similar. his days were spent at training, trying to somehow find his will to be back to his best level. and nights were spent at home, wandering in the empty rooms, hating how quiet it was in all of them. what he wouldn’t admit to his friends is the times he found himself blaring your favorite taylor swift’s songs in his kitchen. he would always complain after hearing the same ones playing over and over again but deep down he loved to see that smile on your face as you were singing them. he even ended up knowing the lyrics to back to december, you are in love and who knows how many more.

too lost in his thoughts to notice the looks his teammates and therefore friends were giving him at training, he didn’t notice them approaching him. they wanted to put an end at this misery, they couldn’t handle seeing their friend like that. they hated to think about him going home to your once shared home which only reminded him of you and what he lost. and they did what seemed right to them in this moment. mason couldn’t even bare to argue, and to be honest, he hadn’t even heard them talking but he said yes to their proposition anyway. and this is how he ended up in a nightclub.

to his friends’ ignorance, your friends had the same idea. and with london being one of the biggest cities in the world, you two still ended up in the same place for the first time since you left. lucky you, you didn’t see him for the night. and you had a lot of fun for the first time in months. feeling free, you danced for hours on the dance floor with your closest friends and a drink in your hand. but time was ticking and you couldn’t handle standing in those heels after 2:00 am and you called it quit for the night.

waiting outside for the taxi you ordered, you wish you didn’t go out when you saw him outside. with a girl standing next to him, her hand on his arms, too close for your liking. you pictured him with other girls in love and it hurt every time, but not close to how it did now. who was she, was she the reason he faded away and only became a memory, did she make him happy. you threw up on the street and that was when he saw you. he had seen you in every state for you to be ashamed of that, but it didn’t mean you wanted him to approach you. as he walked closer, your taxi finally arrived and while one of your friend helped you, the other one was pushing him away much to his complaints.

it physically hurt. he felt his heart dropping to his stomach as you obviously didn’t want to have anything to do with him anymore. god, he didn’t even know the name of the girl who was talking to him. he just wanted to talk to you. the truth was he couldn’t bear to live anymore time alone because everything at home reminded him of you and how he had lost the best thing he ever had in his life.

as you hopped into the taxi, tears started flowing and you couldn’t do anything to stop them. one of your friends, ava, stayed at yours for the night helping you to clean yourself up, to get you a big needed glass of water and to wipe away the tears on your cheek as you rambled about how much you missed mason. you’re trying really hard to move on from him and what you had but at this point you don’t think you could get peace.

miles away, mason was no good too. he couldn’t stay with his friends and went back home. too exhausted, he slept on the sofa. he swore he felt your touch on his cheek as he was falling asleep. but again that was the ghost of you dancing around his – your – house, playing tricks with him. as he woke up five hours later after what felt like one of the worst nights of his life, he dragged his feet to his kitchen. medicine well needed, he opened a cupboard and the first thing he was met with was your hot chocolate cup with the lipstick stain almost faded.

you were everywhere. not too long ago, two weeks maybe, he found himself crying on the floor of the dressing room as he put his hand on a taylor swift t-shirt you thought you had lost. nothing had ever felt so wrong in this moment. why did he find it if you weren’t here to jump around, happy like a kid who found his cuddle toy.

you are the one he loves and he was going to make sure you knew that. had you ever doubted he loved you, you did and the thought of it made him feel sick to his stomach. if there was one thing he would always be sure of is his love for you and if he had to scream it on a rooftop for everyone and you to hear, he would.

jumping in his shower, he quickly got ready before he hopped into his car with one thing in mind, to mend your – and his – broken heart and get you back in what once was your shared home. on the way to your place, he thought about everything he could tell you when he finally sees you. too engrossed in his thoughts, he didn’t even notice when he arrived at his destination. and that’s when the nerves hit him. what if you slam the door in his face, what if you let him in your flat but not in life again. he almost lost it but he was here now and he couldn’t chicken out.

silence was haunting you, ava had left a few minutes ago and you were now alone with your thoughts. until you heard a car in the parking lots of your building. not thinking too much of it, you didn’t pay attention to it until someone knocked on your door. weird, you thought as you made your way to the door, your brows furrowed.

you opened it and you felt your heart stop as you saw who was behind the door. was it real or did you lose your mind? you couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening until he whispered your name in a desperate tone. rather daring of him to pretend he was the one hurting when he got you there in the first place, you thought.

“i just wanna talk, please… i’ll be gone after if you want me to”. you got nothing to lose and you wanted to hear what he had to say, so you let him in with a sigh. he felt his head spinning when he inhaled your scent in the room. oh he missed it and you so much. making your way to the sofa, you both seated at the end of it, too far away for his liking but it was his own fault.

“i’m sorry. for making you go through this, for making you feel like you didn’t matter to me when you’re my first thought when i wake up and my last one when i go to bed, for making you think i don’t love you anymore when there isn’t even a word to verbalize how much i do. i’m sorry for not fighting for us and giving up on us so easily.”

your breath hitched in your throat the more he spoke. you wanted to stop him and speak but he nodded and continued.

“i was too stupid to realize what i was doing to you and to us. i know a sorry will never be enough but this is all i can do until you let me in again. i know better now. and what i mostly know is that i miss you, i miss waking up to you by my side, i miss you being in charge of the music in the car, i miss you complaining when i eat the last piece of chocolate.”

your mind went empty and you had no idea what to add as he was looking desperately at you, waiting for something to come out of your mouth. but as seconds that felt like hours passed by, every tiny hope he had was fading. “please say something y/n.” and you really wanted to but you couldn’t find the words.

if you listened to your brain, you would tell him to go away and that you had moved on from him already. but as you watched stand up from the couch and making his way to your door, you followed your heart and finally spoke.

“stay.” you said so quietly, you almost wondered if he heard you but he did as he stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at you. “a part of me wants you to walk away but the bigger part of me wants you back in my life, and forever.” you said with tears in your eyes. “i tried really hard to move on from you and what we had but it’s almost impossible.” you told him as he looked at the floor.

“i don’t know what the future brings me, i’m actually scared.” you chuckle. “but i wanna give us another try. i don’t want to live with the regret of not giving it another chance and wonder what it would have been like if we had tried.” the more you speak and the more he felt like he didn’t deserve you. how did he get so lucky to find you years ago.

“we will be okay. i know we have a lot to work on but you won’t regret this and this part will soon be long gone.” he said as he stared at you, his eyes trying to tell you everything his words couldn’t express. you will be okay. and with both of your hearts being full, on the verge of exploding, you walked to each other and as he held you tight in his safe arms for the first time in months, your heart started again.

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jostyriggslover96 · 5 months

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Best Thing In My Life

Summary: Kira (OC) and Jack Hughes met through mutual friends unexpectedly one summer. Sparks fly on their first date as their connection continues full force. Now, as Kira visits Jack at his lake things become more serious in every way possible. Kira's thoughts are in italics. Part of the HEART FIRST Series, check out Summer Rituals and Someone Unexpected if you haven’t already!

Note: Thank you for all the love on my two Jack stories, this series has become one of my favorite things to write. This piece in particular was a labor of love and 2 months of writing, but I am so happy with it and hope you enjoy! Thank you to @hockeyboysimagines and @heavenlyhischier for your encouragement and advice on this story!

Warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing, anxiety, smut (unprotected p in v, oral, praise kink). Minors DNI.

Word Count: 14.3k

Best Thing In My Life

Summer was always my favorite time of the year; between the lake days, bonfires, barbeques, and ice cold drinks…it was the best time of the year. This summer blew every other summer out of the water though, because this is the summer that I met Jack Hughes. I don’t normally believe in things like fate or soulmates, but I do truly believe that Jack and I were meant to meet. After our first date which we spent hiking, swimming, cooking, and laughing, we didn’t look back…we only moved forward.

My first date with Jack was probably the best first date I’ve ever had. Jack somehow made me feel butterflies, calm, and laughter all at the same time. Spending time at the lake with him felt so natural, he fit into my life seamlessly. When we were cooking dinner and he washed all the dishes for me, I could picture so many nights like that with him. As we watched the stars and shared our first kiss, all of the walls I had built around me came tumbling down. I think I will be chasing after his lips for the rest of my life.

Jack and I spent as much time as we could together after our first date. It involved a lot of extending vacations, creating dates out of smaller moments, facetime calls, and long distance dates. The effort was always there though; whether it was offering to run into town together to pick up supplies and get a moment away from our friends, or spending the entire day talking about life out on the boat together, or dates at the airport coffee shop, or spending the entire evening on facetime until we fell asleep just so we could be with each other, or starting movies at the same time so we could experience the same things even from a distance. We texted each other constantly and had a good chain of memes that made the other laugh. Jack even ordered my favorite coffee from Starbucks and had it delivered to my apartment. As hard as the long distance was, we did everything we could to feel close to each other despite just meeting.

Jack constantly surprised me in so many ways, he wasn’t the typical hockey player that I expected. You could tell he was raised right and that he genuinely respects me. He extended his time at the lake with me twice after our first date so we could spend more time together. Once so he could spend more time with me in my favorite place and the second time was because he liked the ‘vibe’ of my apartment so much that he just had to stay.

Beyond grand gestures, it was small things that he did that made me feel special. After our first kiss, we spent far too long talking under the stars about life and all of our favorite parts of it. Every time I saw him after that, he always surprised me with one of my favorite things. The morning after our first date he brought me my coffee just the way I like it. When we went out on the boat together he brought a cooler of all my favorite snacks and drinks. When we went to the little movie theater at the lake, he passed me my favorite chocolate bar just as the previews started. On the ride back to the city, he put together a playlist with some of my favorite artists. After we got back to the city he disappeared while I started the laundry, he came back with my favorite takeout and the next book in the poetry series I was telling him about the day we met.

It became clear from the beginning, that this relationship with Jack was more than just a one time date…it was special. It’s beyond special even, it’s the connection that I’ve been looking for. Jack is such a genuine, caring, and supportive person that it’s led to a trust with someone I never even imagined to be possible. I can be myself with Jack, even if that means being anxious or really struggling with vulnerability because of my last relationship. There has never been a moment with Jack where I haven’t felt reassured or safe being me.

The relationship went beyond sweet dates and special gestures, we were able to really open up to each other too. I felt comfortable telling him about my struggles with anxiety, which worsened after my last relationship. Jack held my hand the entire time, wiping the stray tears that fell and assured me that he would never treat me like my ex. Jack told me about his relationship history, even expressing nerves when he told me that he’s never been in something serious. He told me he didn’t want to screw anything up with me and I assured him that he wouldn’t, we’re in this together.

Jack opened up about how challenging his rookie season was and how much that damaged my confidence. When he told me that he felt like he wasn’t ‘good enough’ I wanted to find each of the reporters that wrote negative things about him and rip them apart. Instead we laid together on the couch, his head resting on my chest as I played with his hair and told him how talented and worthy he is.

Jack told me more about his brothers, it became so clear to me that he loved his family more than anything on this earth. We bonded over our love for our moms, which I never expected. Jack spoke about his mom like she hung the moon and he watched me in admiration as I talked about how my mom was one of my closest friends. I told him that I couldn’t wait to meet his family, especially his mom so I could tell her how amazing her son is. That was the first time he seemed shy to me, his cheeks tinted pink as he rubbed the back of his neck and avoided my gaze.

I quickly started to feel things for Jack that I have never felt before; the butterflies turned into warmth and comfort or a deep longing when he wasn’t around. Jack made me feel validated…special…beautiful. He filled me with a confidence I had long forgotten when he would call me beautiful every day and would praise each of my accomplishments no matter how little. For the first time in my life, I have been able to push past the fear of being vulnerable and just let myself feel with Jack. He allows me to put my heart first.

It’s safe to say that these six weeks spent dating and getting to know Jack Hughes have been incredible. He has proven to me that I can trust another man and that relationships can be healthy. He has broken down my walls and has reminded me what happiness feels like. Summer might be my favorite season, but meeting Jack Hughes without a doubt changed my life.

“Flight 826 to Detroit will be boarding in 10 minutes, please ensure you have your boarding passes and identification ready,” the loud voice of the flight attendant on the overhead system shook me from my pleasant daydream about Jack. Jack meant what he said when he told me that he wanted to show me around his lake. So here we were, 6 weeks after our first date as I’m waiting to board my flight to go see his favorite place. The only reason we waited so long was because he had to get the new lakehouse ready after he purchased it with his brother Quinn.

Bouncing my leg as I grip my phone so tightly that my knuckles turn white, the anticipation is killing me. This is worth it, in a few short hours I’ll be with Jack. I let out a deep breath in an attempt to soothe myself, I just want to be in his arms. As if he sensed my nerves despite the miles between us, my phone lit up with a text from Jack.

J: Babe, I know you hate flying but you’ve got this. I’ll be here waiting for you when you land.

I smiled to myself as my grip on my phone relaxed, it’s like he knows what I’m thinking.

K: So excited to meet Quinn and Luke!

J: What about me?

I could sense the pout in his text even though I couldn’t see his face.

K: Can’t wait to see you Jacky, I miss you so much! Can’t wait to have you back in my arms shorty 😛

J: First of all, I’m 5’11 😛Second of all, I can’t wait for that either.

K:5’11, how dare I! Can’t wait to see that smile when I get off my flight.

“Please make your way to gate 21 for Flight 826 to Detroit as we are now boarding,” the voice chimed in on the overhead once more.

K: Gotta go baby, boarding now. See you soon!

J: Can’t wait babe ❤️

My heart fluttered when I saw his text, maybe it was just the heart emoji or maybe he felt it too. I am falling fast for this man, I thought as I gathered my bag and coffee before making my way to the boarding line.

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After a grueling 6-hour flight, the captain finally announced that we were preparing for landing. Flying was never particularly my thing, having very little experience in this department made me very tense. However, this flight seemed to never end as 6-hours felt more like 12-hours as I was getting more and more antsy to see Jack. I spent the whole flight bouncing my leg and picking at my nail beds. I’m shocked the older gentleman sitting next to me didn’t say a single thing about my fidgeting habits that must’ve grown annoying. He simply smiled gently and asked me why I was traveling. I hesitated when I tried to explain who Jack was, he isn’t my boyfriend but he feels like he is. But what if it's way too soon to make declarations like that? Instead of exploring this dilemma with my seatmate I simply stated that I am going to visit my boyfriend. Those words felt nice leaving my mouth.

It felt like an eternity from the time we landed, found a gate, and were ready to deplane. I swear I was squeezing the seatrests so hard, I’m surprised I didn’t crush them. Once it was my turn to leave my seat, I quickly gathered my things and bid my seatmate goodbye. Practically bouncing in place I followed behind the other passengers before setting a pace somewhere between a speed walk and a jog once we were safely off the plane. Somehow I managed to text Jack, navigate the airport, and not run into anyone simultaneously.

After a short adventure through the Detroit airport, I was on the escalator that made its way to the baggage claim and airport exit. My eyes darted around anxiously scanning for Jack, most people were on their phones or scanning the crowd for their loved ones. Suddenly my eyes landed on the blue-eyed brunette whose smile lit up when our eyes locked. I swear I could’ve melted right then and there when he sent me a wink and a wave as I waited to get off the escalator. Once the family in front of me got off the escalator, I quickly zigzagged through the crowd before stopping in front of Jack who was still beaming from ear to ear. Within a split second my carry-on was on the ground and my arms were thrown around Jack’s neck as I pulled him as close as possible.

“Hi Jacky,” I exhaled, finally letting out a sigh of relief that I’ve been holding in since I last saw him. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, squeezing so hard that he lifted me off the ground slightly. Inhaling as he held me tightly my nostrils were met with his familiar scent, sandalwood with hints of fresh water, probably the lake.

“Hi babe,” Jack whispered as he pressed his warm lips to my temple. In his arms, I was home. Everything stopped while we were in each other's arms, nothing else existed. We completely tuned out from the hustle and bustle of people around us, the child who was excitedly showing her grandma the paw patrol stuffy she had, and the older couple who commented on how cute we were when they passed us. Anxiety dripped away as Jack ran his hands gently along my back.

“I missed you,” I mumbled in his ear as I squeezed my eyes shut, warding off the tears that were forming. I had really missed him more than I thought I did.

“Missed you more,” Jack replied as he leaned back in my arms to get a good look at me. Smiling warmly, his arms left my waist and wiped the tears that were pooling in my eyes before making their way back to my waist just as fast. I returned his smile as I took him all in; his skin was sun kissed, even more than it was when I last saw him and his hair had fleck of sandy blonde pepper throughout it. “So glad you’re here, I can’t wait to show you around,” excitement filled Jack’s voice as I played with the ends of his hair on the back of his neck.

“Me too,” I echoed his excitement as he gave my waist a tender squeeze. “Before we go, this is important,” before Jack could question what I was referring to I pulled his head down to mine and crashed my lips on his. Our lips connected in passionate bliss that sent warmth shooting through my body, lips entwined in unison for a few heavenly moments before we pulled away.

“Good call, that was important,” Jack whispered, his lips so close to mine that they brushed with every word. Smirking, I pecked his lips again. My heart was pounding so fast I could hear it, not from anxiety though, from pure joy.

“Also you didn’t miss me more, impossible,” I emphasized with another kiss. His nose nuzzled mine as we pulled away, there was something so simple but intimate about this moment. While staring into each other’s eyes, giggling about my competitive insistence that I missed Jack more when we were brought back into reality by a young child screaming a few feet away from us. We pulled away hesitantly to glance at the child, I sent the mother an empathetic smile as she attempted to soothe the child.

“Should we get your bag?” Jack commented as he leaned down to grab my carry-on bag while keeping an arm securely around my waist. I nodded silently as my arms dropped from his neck and one settled at his waist, staying as close as we possibly could when we started walking. “We’ve got a bit of a drive, but not too bad. I figured you’d want to stop at Starbucks before we leave the city since you were up so early,” Jack explained.

“You know me so well,” I smiled warmly while glancing up at him, he responded by squeezing my waist and pulling me closer to his side if that were possible.

“How was the flight?”

“So long, I thought it would never end,” I sighed dramatically as Jack let out a chuckle. “The older man beside me was nice though.”

“Oh yeah,” Jack commented as we stopped at the appropriate baggage claim.

“Yeah, he was asking me about my trip and what brought me to Detroit. He is visiting his grandkids. He told me to have fun with my boyfriend while I was leaving,” nervous butterflies flooded my body at the mention of the word. Silence rang loudly between us as Jack stepped forward to grab my bag of the carousel.

“Huh, I like the sound of that,” he winked at me as he drew the handle on my bag up and replaced his hand on my waist. “Alright Kira, let’s get my babe to the lake,” he exclaimed before turning me around and guiding me to the door. He liked the sound of that. So did I. I loved the sound of that. Jack Hughes…my boyfriend…maybe.

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Jack and I spent the car ride up to his lake house catching up on every possible detail of our lives that the other had missed since we last saw each other, even though we gave each other very detailed recaps of our day every evening on the phone or Facetime. We remained as intertwined as possible, Jack’s fingers laced with mine where they rested on the center console of his Range Rover.

As promised, we stopped at a Starbucks before we left Detroit, to my surprise Jack remembered my favorite summer beverage. When we pulled up to the drive thru he glanced my way and asked ‘the usual’ before reciting my order perfectly. His attention to detail sets my heart on fire. Small things like this, remembering my coffee order, make me feel so special. Jack makes me feel cared for.

We spent the rest of the ride talking, listening to music, and laughing. I vented to Jack about the annoying new girl at work who seems insistent on calling me Kara instead of Kira. Jack listened attentively the whole time, throwing in his two cents here and there, but never once making me feel ridiculous or like my feelings were invalid. Jack let me choose the music the entire way, even turning the music up when Harry Styles came on.

“I like this one,” Jack commented as he increased the volume.

“You, Jack Hughes, like Watermelon Sugar?” my voice filled with shock at this new revelation.

“Yeah, it’s pretty catchy,” he shot a smile my way.

“You know what this song is about right?” I questioned.

“Other than watermelon, no,” he replied as we drove deeper into the trees. His lake house wasn’t too far outside of Detroit, but you would’ve never guessed it was this close to the city. It felt like another world out here.

“It’s about oral Jack,” I teased as I gave his hand a squeeze. As I glanced at Jack I noticed his face was flush around his neck and ears.

“Well, I don’t hate that either,” he stated very casually before shooting a smirk my way. I couldn’t help but snort as boisterous laughter poured out of me. Jack started laughing too before he decided it was a good time to break out his singing chops as he started singing along to the chorus of the song, sending me even further into my fit of laughter.

The ride didn’t last much longer, time seemed to move more quickly as we started singing along to all the songs and got even goofier with each other if that were possible. Jack pulled onto a winding road full of stunning lake houses that looked more like lake mansions compared to my family cabin. We drove for a minute past the cabins before pulling onto the winding driveway of the house Jack had sent me many pictures of when the purchase became official.

“Well this is home for the summer,” Jack commented as he squeezed my hand before putting his vehicle in park. I was silent for a moment, taking in the beautiful view of the lake house on the water. It was a decent size, not obnoxiously huge, and it still felt down to earth.

“Wow Jack, it’s even better than the pictures,” my voice was full of disbelief as I took in my surroundings.

“Thank you, we love it,” Jack commented as he opened the door and held up his hand, signaling for me to stay in my seat as he jogged around the car to my door. Pulling my door open, he held out his hand to help me out as I undid my seatbelt and took his hand in mine once more. Jack quickly gathered my bags as I grabbed our empty coffee cups from the car before he led the way inside. Somehow he managed to carry my suitcase and carry-on while having an arm securely wrapped around my waist and opened the front door with ease.

“Welcome to the lake house,” Jack’s soft voice filled my ears as I entered the foyer of the spacious lake house. “We don’t have all the finishing touches done, but it looks pretty good so far,” Jack explained as he placed my bags by the front door. I glanced around taking in the living room to my left and the kitchen up ahead.

“It looks like Mama Hughes has been helping you decorate,” I teased Jack gently, while brushing his hip with mine.

“She may have been here to help out,” Jack scoffed as he took the empty coffee cups from me.

“I don’t think your couch would have any accent throw pillows if your mom wasn’t here,” I shot back at him jokingly as I took in more of the room.

“Touché,” Jack replied as I walked around the living room, taking in all the nice details.

“Alright Jacky, I need the grand tour.”

“Well first of all, welcome to my crib,” Jack started off without hesitation as he launched into his tour of the lake house causing me to snicker as I followed along with him. He showed me the den with the pool table, the movie theater den with various gaming consoles, the various guest rooms on the main floor, the bedrooms upstairs that had spacious ensuites which I learned belonged to him and Quinn. When I commented on how clean it was, Jack told me that he may have forced his brothers to help him clean up the place for me. I found that incredibly sweet and endearing, he wanted it to look nice for me. He cared about making a good impression, no guy has ever cared about that with me before.

Jack continued his tour by showing me around the garage that was being turned into a hockey training area where they could wear roller blades and practice their shot. Jack showed me around their kitchen, explaining that he and Quinn did most of the cooking for everyone. Then the tour branched out onto the deck, as we were leaving the house Jack and I heard rustling in the bushes on the edge of the deck.

“What is that?” I questioned as my curiosity peaked.

“No clue,” Jack commented as he walked closer to the edge of the deck, his arm out to keep me behind him.

“Do you get much wildlife up here?”

“Not a ton,” Jack explained as he reached the edge of the deck and peaked over the railing. “Are you serious?” Jack exclaimed in destain as he took in whatever he saw over the edge of the deck. Coming up behind his shoulder, I decided to peek around to see what he seemed unimpressed by and was met with the sight of Quinn and Luke crouched down in the bushes along the edge of the deck. This was quite the interesting introduction, seeing as I have only ever seen them in pictures or heard Jack talk about them.

Instantly I started to giggle at the sight of two grown guys that appeared to be hiding quite badly in the bushes. “Are you guys hiding?” I managed between giggles. Quinn and Luke popped up from their hiding place in the bushes and started brushing the leaves off themselves.

“No, absolutely not,” Quinn scoffed.

“Nah, just hanging in the bushes like normal people?” Jack questioned, his voice dripping with skepticism.

“We weren’t hanging out in the bushes or hiding,” Quinn countered.

“That’s what it looked like,” I commented. Jack nodded in my direction, signaling his agreement with my comment. Jack gently threw his arm around my shoulders as Quinn and Luke stepped out of the bushes and came to join us on the deck. I reciprocated the gesture and wrapped my arm around my waist, snuggling into his side.

“We were actually gardening– um, discussing a garden I mean,” Quinn stuttered as they joined us. Quinn glanced over at Luke, his eyes wide, looking for some kind of validation.

“We were?” Luke questioned. Quinn gently smacked him in the stomach, clearly Luke was blowing this. “I mean, yeah the gardening,” Luke tried to smooth over the conversation but failed miserably.

“Yeah, I don’t buy it,” Jack said flatly, calling out their bullshit. The three brothers stared at each other silently, clearly engaged in some kind of Hughes’ brothers staring contest. After a few moments of silence, I cleared my throat, regaining the attention of the brothers.

“You guys are awful liars, but it’s nice to meet you both. I’m Kira, Jack has told me a lot about you,” I put on my sweetest smile and extended my arm that wasn’t wrapped around Jack to shake their hands. Quinn brushed aside my hand and pulled me in for a side hug.

“I’m Quinn, nice to meet you Kira,” Quinn said as he pulled away. “This is Luke.”

“You talk about us?” Luke stared at Jack before turning to me and smiling, leaning in for a side hug just like Quinn.

“Only the embarrassing stories,” Jack quipped. I scoffed and gave Jack a gentle pat on his stomach for teasing his brother.

“Jack won’t shut up about you,” Luke replied, his eyes were screaming ‘ha ha’ at Jack. They are such typical brothers and I love it so much.

“Oh, is that so,” I look up at Jack with a knowing look as his cheeks begin to flush. His brothers start to snicker at their brother's embarrassment.

“Well you’re pretty great, and there's lots to tell,” Jack trailed off as he began rambling.

“I think it's sweet,” I smiled before standing on my tiptoes to place a soft kiss on Jack’s cheek. As I pulled back I noticed that Jack’s cheeks flush even more while we continued to chat with Quinn and Luke.

Despite the butterflies that were rumbling in my stomach and my sweaty palms, I would say that my first meeting with Jack’s brothers went very well. Luke ended up letting the surprise slip that some of Jack’s friends would be coming for a barbecue. Luke passionately claimed that he didn’t know that was a surprise, as I giggled and he earned a smack from Jack and Quinn.

Jack told me that the plan for our day was to go explore some of his favorite spots at the lake, just like our first date many weeks ago. I noticed Luke’s face drop when Jack mentioned that we should get going soon for lunch, so as I went inside to change I dragged Jack to the side and asked if he would be alright with inviting his brothers along for a little lake tour. I can’t imagine how hard it is for the brothers to be separated for so many months of the year while they are all playing hockey, especially with how Jack describes their closeness. Jack’s eyes lit up at my suggestion before he scurried off to tell his brothers the plan.

After quickly changing out of my travel clothes and into some jean shorts and a band t-shirt, we were ready to go. As we piled in the car Jack suggested going to the country club for lunch, I shot Jack a nervous look while bringing up my casual attire. Jack just smiled and told me things would be alright as Quinn reassured me that the club doesn’t have a dress code. Luke even chimed in saying that Jack always wears band t-shirts to the club. Somehow this didn’t ease my nerves as we drove down the lake roads, my mind started racing as I stared out the window wondering if Jack would think less of me for not dressing like a prim and proper WAG. A moment later Jack’s fingers curled in mine and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, a sense of relief flooded through my body like the waves crashing on the lake.

The drive to the country club was short, Quinn explained this was part of the appeal of the lake house, they could be that much closer to the water and golf. When we entered the club I was pleasantly surprised to see how casual everyone else was, Jack whispered ‘told you so’ in my ear as the waiter led us to our table. We spent most of lunch with his arm wrapped around me as the brothers told stories of their summertime shenanigans. Quinn and Luke peppered me with questions about school, my family, my plans after graduation, if I would ever be willing to move, and more. I noticed Jack gave them a menacing look or a kick under the table as a warning to go easy on me. Yet I seemed to impress them with my answers, as all the brothers looked pleased to learn more about me.

After lunch, we got into the car and drove to the training facility where Jack described spending most of his days. Jack seemed nervous sharing his favorite places with me, as he rubbed the back of his neck and told me we didn’t need to go inside if I didn’t want to. It was my turn to reassure him, as I wrapped my arm around his waist and insisted he show me around the facility. Jack gave an interesting tour of where they trained and explained to me how he was trying to improve on different aspects of his game throughout the summer. I watched in awe of his passion as he talked about the sport he clearly loved. While Quinn and Luke were busy talking to a trainer, Jack told me more about how his rookie year shook his confidence and made him feel like a failure. My heartbroke hearing him talk about himself in those ways.

Doing the only thing I could think of to reassure him, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close while I whispered in his ear all the ways he never fails to impress me on and off the ice. Jack seemed to cheer up as we left the practice facility and drove back towards the lake town. We stopped at a small coffee shop and grabbed an afternoon pick me up. Luke ordered a hot chocolate, which I teased him for as he sipped the hot drink in the sweltering weather while Jack and I enjoyed our iced coffees. After the coffee shop we stopped at a bakery where Jack insisted I try a cinnamon bun that he claims ‘changed his life’. The bakery staff were excited to see Jack, questioning him about his summer and the new lake house. He is clearly a regular here and blushed when I asked him if he cheats on his training diet often.

After the bakery, Jack and I walked hand-in-hand, looking in at some of the cute lake shops in the area. All the boys were patient as I picked out a few souvenirs and fought over who got to carry my bags. The afternoon seemed to fly by, as Quinn, who fits the older brother card to a tee, reminded the boys of the time and what they needed to prepare for the barbecue. We headed back to the lake house to start preparations, when to my surprise Quinn insisted that Jack and I take a ride on the boat so Jack could show me the water. I graciously thanked Quinn as Jack dragged me off in the direction of the dock, clearly eager that we could get some private time together.

As I was helping him untie the ropes, I noticed his face was serious, like his mind was racing about something. When I asked him what was wrong, he told me that Quinn invited more of their friends than he expected. I assured him that I was excited to meet all of his friends, even if it was a big group as he helped me into the boat. Jack’s face dropped once more as he explained that his friends would be taking up all the guest rooms, hesitating before telling me why that was upsetting.

“So I’m guessing we’re sharing a room,” I asked as I put two and two together. Panic flashed across Jack’s face as he stuttered to respond.

“Yeah, well, it looks like we are. If you’re okay with that. I can sleep on the couch if that makes you uncomfortable,” Jack rambled as he paced back and forth on the boat. Standing from the comfortable seat I was planted on, I placed both my arms on Jack’s shoulders to stop him.

“Jack, I’m completely fine with that. It doesn’t bother me at all, but thank you for being so concerned for my comfort,” I offered him a reassuring smile as his eyes finally met mine. His features softened at my soft tone, I could practically feel the tension melting away from him.

“I just know it’s early and I don’t want to rush you,” Jack’s voice was softer and calmer as he spoke.

“Jacky, you aren’t rushing me! Now if you don’t want to cuddle with me, I’ll understand,” I teased him, jokingly poking his side. Finally his signature smile graced his lips once again.

“Oh I don’t think I’ll ever say no to that offer,” he smirked before leaning in and pressing his lips to my forehead. The kiss was soft, gentle…like a thank you for calming him.

“Now let’s get going, I want to see this gorgeous lake you always talk about,” I commented as I gestured towards the driver's seat. Jack simply smiled and took his place behind the wheel, pulling me down into his lap as he started the engine. This was turning out to be the perfect day.

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Once Jack and I returned from the water, preparations for the barbecue were in full swing. Jack and I walked into the kitchen to find Quinn instructing Luke on how to slice the tomatoes for burgers. It was quite comical really, Luke was rolling his eyes behind Quinn’s back and as a result, almost sliced his finger. When Jack and I started snickering, Quinn and Luke were alerted to our presence.

“Ahh if it isn’t the love birds who got out of helping,” Luke smirked at the two of us. His eyes landed on our intertwined hands as we stood in the kitchen. His comments earned him a smack from Quinn as a result.

“This is a barbecue in Kira’s honor, we aren’t going to make her help,” Jack scolded Luke. It was quite cute to see him go into older brother mode.

“Kira, we made sure to get you dairy free cheese for the burgers,” Quinn commented, completely ignoring his bickering brothers.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet,” I smiled gratefully at him.

“Anything for you baby,” Jack replied as he pressed his lips to my temple. Melting in his embrace for a moment before excusing myself to go change my outfit. Jack scurried past me to carry my bag up to his room for me, which earned him a sweet kiss as a thank you.

Once I changed into an outfit that my friends had deemed ‘hot enough for Jack but not too hot for his friends’ I touched up my makeup and made my way back downstairs. I noticed that everything had shifted outside and there were more people with the Hughes boys. Instantly feeling my palms start to sweat, I shook them out and took a deep breath. This is a huge deal; meeting the brothers and the friends on the same day. Jack is worth it though, meeting all these people is worth it because I get to be a part of his life.

“Kira,” Jack’s voice tore me from my thoughts as my eyes refocused and I noticed the handsome brunette standing in front of me. The nerves melted away as Jack wrapped an arm around my waist, he was starting to feel more and more like home. “Ready for this?”

“For you? Absolutely,” I smiled as I wrapped my arm around him and let him guide me outside. My ears were instantly met with loud voices and rambunctious laughter that died down when everyone took in my sudden presence. All the guys were staring at Jack and I, eyes wide like they’ve never seen Jack with a girl before. That honestly seems unlikely to me.

“Guys, this is Kira,” Jack started as I was met with a chorus of hello’s. Waving sheepishly as the large group of hockey players, Jack began his introductions of the guys that I have heard so many stories about. “Kira, this is Alex, Cole, Trevor, Brady, Matty, and Nico who you’ve met before.”

I nodded at each of them, offering a nervous smile as I tried to remember who was who. There was an awkward silence as they all stared at me for a moment, perhaps judging if I was worthy of their friend. Nico broke the silence by pulling me into a hug and suddenly there were the murmurs of talkative boys once again. Some of the guys shook my hand, Alex and Brady simply waved, Matty pulled me in for a surprising hug, and Trevor was…well Trevor. Just as I was settling back into Jack’s embrace, a smirk settled on Trevor’s face. Based on Jack’s stories, I knew what was coming next would be interesting.

“So you’re the cougar that’s preying on our precious Jack,” Trevor deadpanned. I inhaled abruptly and choked on my saliva, causing me to cough for a moment. He was smirking but I couldn’t tell if he was serious. Quinn smacked the back of Trevor’s head and muttered ‘moron’. The rest of the guys looked between Jack and Trevor with uncertainty. However, I felt Jack’s grip tighten around my waist as his body tensed up, this being the only time he’s ever reacted this way in my presence.

I heard Luke whisper to Quinn, “can she be a cougar if they’re like 4 years apart?”

“Dude, what the fuck? Could you just shut the fuck up,” Jack snapped at his friend. Instinctively I leaned in closer to him, placing my hand on his chest in comfort.

“It was a joke man,” Trevor chuckled, throwing his arms up in defense.

“Not a funny one, don’t say shit like that to her,” Jack’s voice was dripping with frustration. A tone I had never heard in him before. Looking between the friends and the other boys, it was easy to figure out that these two didn’t usually fight. Leaning into his ear, I whisper ‘it’s okay’ to try to calm him.

“Okay, man. I’m sorry,” Trevor replied, his tone significantly less cocky than before.

“Don’t say sorry to me,” Jack warned.

“I’m sorry Kira,” Trevor offered. I nodded in return, wracking my brain for something to say.

“It’s okay. Also if I remember correctly, he came onto me first, so I definitely wasn’t preying on him,” I replied sarcastically. Everyone broke out into raucous laughter.

“Jack you dog,” Trevor teased.

“Always liked the older ladies,” Cole chimed in.

“I did not come onto you first,” Jack scoffed, staring down at me in shock.

“Sure you didn’t,” I winked at him. “Agree to disagree,” I offered before standing on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his gently, which quickly earned whistles from the other guys.

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch. Trevor apologized profusely to Jack and I once everyone broke into separate conversations. Jack clearly wasn’t one to hold a grudge but gave Trevor a look that clearly set him straight. Trevor then went on to ask me about all the crazy stories I had from working in a bar and made the big claim that he’s never embarrassed himself while drinking, all the guys reminded him of the times he has after that.

Cole and Alex seemed genuinely interested in what I was taking in school and why I went for a second degree. Cole declared that he would’ve been a doctor if he hadn’t been a hockey player to which Jack told him he wasn’t smart enough for that. Matty asked me flat out why I wanted to date a 19 year old if I was 23, which earned him an elbow from Brady and Nico. Quinn and Trevor bickered like an old married couple, honestly reminding me of my grandparents at times. Luke tried to sneak a beer once or twice, which no one would allow.

I spent most of the night comfortably seated in Jack’s lap. Normally the open affection in front of others would make me flinch, but with Jack it brought me calm and comfort. Jack continuously asked me if I was enjoying myself or if I needed another drink or if I wanted another burger. He even ate the dairy free cheese on his burger after Trevor said it looked gross.

Jack and I spent the evening telling stories of how we met, how Jack ‘bagged’ me, our first date, and so much more. I never expected his brothers or his friends to care this much about our relationship but they never seemed bored. I was able to learn so much more about Jack and why he is who he is from his brothers and friends. Jack notably cringed when Cole told a story of the time Jack tried to ‘hit on some ladies’ while he was playing for team USA. Trevor excitedly pointed out how badly it went. Jack looked like he wanted to crawl out of his skin when Quinn found a few baby pictures of Jack on his phone for me, they made my heart melt completely. If my heart wasn’t with this man before, it surely was now.

Trevor insisted I play on his team when a beer pong game broke out, excited to find that I had decent skills. Skills so decent in fact, that I beat every guy there. Matty chalked it up to the extra life experience I had, but the rest of the guys gave me ‘mad respect’. Jack told me that he had never been prouder of ‘his girl’, which made me melt even more. Jack was quickly corrected when the party moved inside and I beat Trevor at Halo quite easily; then Jack declared that I was the best girl he ever dated.

All of the guys seemed to accept me with open arms, literally. They all insisted on hugs when Jack and I were heading upstairs. Trevor apologized for being a douche once again, I told him it was water under the bridge and Jack reminded him not to mess with me. Alex reminded us to ‘use protection’ as we headed up the stairs, which earned him an elbow from Nico. Luke let out a horrified gasp and asked Quinn if he would be able to hear us through the walls. That earned Luke the middle finger from Jack and myself.

Jack and I settled into our room quite comfortably. He asked a million questions about my skin care routine, even asking if I brought any of those ‘face mask things’. He sat with me the whole time I was getting ready for bed; asking me what I thought of the day, if I liked the lake, what I thought of his brothers, and if his friends were overwhelming. Jack even turned his back as I changed into my pajamas, thank god I packed cute ones. He let me choose my side of the bed and kept a respectful distance once we got under the covers. He quickly loosened up when I reminded him about the cuddling and we fell asleep peacefully wrapped in each other's arms.

The night was a major success on every front, the more I learned about Jack the more invested in him I became. He spent the whole evening ensuring I was comfortable and content, I’ve never had that before. As hesitant as I was to meet Jack and as much as I ran from relationships, he had convinced me to jump into this full force. He convinced me that I was safe with him, that he would never rush me and that he would always try to understand my feelings. Jack really was the guy I never expected to meet, but he completely changed my life. I wanted him all to myself, to be mine completely, to be my boyfriend.

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Waking up in Jack’s arms the next morning was like waking up in a dream. It was a dream you never wanted to end as I basked in the comfort of his warm arms. We spent what felt like forever cuddling, pressing soft kisses to each other's lips, and talking about how happy we were in that moment. I was surprised by how much Jack was opening up to me, it made my heart swell every time he shared something personal with me.

This morning he told me that this is the happiest he’s ever been aside from his draft day. We were in the middle of a passionate exchange, it was rudely interrupted by Trevor who barged in and immediately upon noticing we were making out in bed, screamed and covered his eyes. This drew the attention of some of the others and suddenly there was a group of hockey players crowded outside the bedroom door.

“Ew, could you guys make out somewhere private,” Luke groaned as he shielded his eyes with Trevor.

“We were!” Jack shouted as he tossed a pillow at the door and yelled at his friends to get out of the room. As the door was closing Quinn gently reminded us that the boat would be leaving in 45 minutes for the day.

“So much for our peaceful morning,” I muttered as I stretched out, now fully adjusting to being awake. Jack groaned unhappily next to me, I leaned over and pressed my lips to his once more. “We have to get up,” I mumbled against his lips.

“Want to stay here with you,” Jack responded, holding me tightly against his body.

“But the boat day,” I encouraged him.

“Like you more than the boat,” Jack muttered as he chased my lips.

“If we don’t get up they’ll just come back,” I pointed out. Jack sighed in response and threw the covers off both of us. Jack offered me his hand to help me out of bed as we both went about our business getting ready. I changed into a simple and respectable bikini that was a little hot for Jack but not too hot for his friends before throwing on some shorts and a tank top.

When we were both ready, we made our way downstairs, hand-in-hand to grab some breakfast before heading out for the day. Jack had me sit at the island while he got my coffee ready and made me a plate of pancakes. Trevor told Jack how ‘whipped’ he was, which earned Trevor glares from both of us. Quinn smacked Trevor on the back of the head while he walked behind him to bring me an orange juice. I couldn’t help but smile at how sweet the Hughes’ boys were being to me, it’s like I’m part of the family.

After a quick breakfast, Jack and I helped Quinn pack the cooler full of snacks before we made our way down to the boat. The boat was very impressive and could fit all of us with no trouble. Trevor and Luke snickered while Jack helped me with sunscreen, but quickly stopped laughing an hour later when they decided to put some on as well. The Michigan sun was beating down on us and I was absolutely loving lake life with Jack. The water was calm, the sun sparkled as it hit the blue lake. We were surrounded by lake houses, trees, and open water; this is the good life.

We spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon out on the water. Drinking, wake surfing, eating, swimming, laughing, and having a good time. I grew more and more comfortable with Jack’s friends, my nerves had officially faded about getting to know them. To my surprise, Jack was very affectionate in front of his friends, constantly keeping me close throughout the day. We were either sitting together, sharing food, or I was in his lap enjoying myself.

Jack definitely showed off when he was demonstrating wake surfing to me, throwing in a few special tricks. He offered me endless encouragement as I got out there myself to try it and even managed to stay up for a minute or so. While Jack was helping me back in the boat, he whispered ‘good girl’ in my ear, obviously gesturing to my first attempt at wake surfing. Those words made my legs weak as I got all warm and fuzzy inside. Coupled with his killer smile and his gorgeous blue eyes, Jack was really looking good out here in his element.

Later in the day while we were relaxing and drying off in the sun, no longer zooming around on the boat, Quinn brought up the plans for the evening. He explained to the guys that they would be grabbing food at the pub before hitting up a party at a nearby lake house. Jack took the opportunity to tell me about the chicken he was marinating for tonight, which caught the attention of some of the guys.

“Wait, why aren’t you coming to the party?” Cole questioned.

“I’m cooking for Kira,” Jack responded simply.

“Why aren’t you cooking for all of us?” Matty questioned.

“I have a special night planned for us,” Jack explained.

“So we’re not special?” Trevor asked, feigning hurt.

“Kira is special in a different way,” Jack smiled as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I couldn’t help but blush as all the guys smirked at this gesture.

“That’s his nice way of saying you aren’t special,” Quinn fired back at Trevor who immediately started bickering with the eldest Hughes brother. The bickering only ended when Quinn pushed Trevor into the lake, which started an all out war between the boys. Jack and I laughed from the sidelines as we took in this perfect day out on the water.

Something about tonight felt different from our other dates. Like Jack was really putting in an effort to make tonight special. He had the meal all preplanned and was even sending his friends out so we could be alone. I was practically beaming in anticipation at the thought of uninterrupted alone time with Jack, we really didn’t have much of that recently. There’s something I definitely want to bring up to him if the time is right tonight…and I hope it is because I want Jack to be mine.

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The blissful afternoon we shared on the glistening water came and went all too quickly. I wanted to stay wrapped in Jack’s arms on the boat forever as the rippling water rocked us gently. Before I knew it we were docking by the lake house once more and the guys were getting ready for their night out. Trevor was still whining about Jack kicking him out of the house for the evening, but no one else seemed to mind.

I freshened up in Jack’s room after our long day in the sun. Quickly hopping in the shower as Jack got changed, I noticed his eyes lingering on my body as I gathered my clothes. His gaze was hot on my skin, sending tingles throughout my body.

Deciding to tease him just a bit, I pretended that the knot in my bikini top was too hard for me to untie. As Jack’s fingertips fiddled with the knot his fingers touched brushed my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Once the knot was untied Jack held the strings for a moment, giving my hip a playful squeeze before letting me go. Sweetening the deal even more, I let the bikini top drop to the ground as my back was turned to him before grabbing my clothes and strutting to the bathroom. Smirking as I heard Jack let out an exasperated groan as I closed the door behind me, I got down to work, wanting to look fresh for my special evening with Jack. He kept mentioning that tonight was special, even though I didn’t know exactly why, I felt the same way. I could tell something special was going to happen tonight.

After putting a few more soft curls in my hair I took a step back to look in the mirror. It was a simple but cute look, black romper that was a little low cut to give Jack a nice view, simple makeup and wavy hair. Smiling, I was happy with my work as I brushed my fingers on my romper to smooth it, letting out a shaky breath as I did so. Take a deep breath Kira and relax. This is Jack, he’s not going to hurt you like the other guys. Jack is different. I thought to myself as I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. Letting out another deep breath, I felt the butterflies fade.

Stepping out of Jack’s room I closed the door gently as my feet padded softly on the floor. Gingerly making my way down the stairs I noticed there wasn’t anyone in the living room as I turned into the kitchen. Jack’s back was to me as he focused on something on the stove. He was wearing dark jeans and a black t-shirt, simple but incredibly hot on him.

“Have the boys left?” I interrupted his focus as he glanced over his shoulder, gaze landing on me. A smile formed on Jack’s lips as his eyes flitted up and down my body, taking in my appearance.

“They left 5 minutes ago baby,” Jack smiled through his teeth as he set down the spoon he was using to stir something. Jack strides over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist as his warm lips pressed to my cheek. My eyes fluttered closed as I took in his scent, somehow he always smells of sandalwood. “You look beautiful baby,” Jack complimented as he leaned back taking in my appearance once again.

“Thanks Jacky,” I returned his smile as I gave his biceps a squeeze. My bottom lip pulled in between my teeth as I took in his look once more, his t-shirt accentuated his muscles in all the right way. I was on fire right now. Before I knew it, Jack was spinning me around and steering me towards one of the chairs at the island. Pulling out the chair, he gestured for me to take a seat, I smiled as he helped me into the stool and pushed me closer to the island. “What a gentleman,” I smirked as he made his way to the fridge.

“Wine or beer Kira?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder as he held the door open.

“Do you have Rosè?” I asked softly.

“Do I have Rosè?” Jack snorted. “Of course I do, it’s your favorite,” he replied as he pulled out a bottle and set out for a glass. Jack was quiet as he went to the cabinet for a glass, I watched him intently, noticing that his hand shook as he pulled the glass from the cabinet. Shaking hands seemed out of character for him.

He sweetly placed the glass of wine in front of me and placed a chaste kiss on my forehead before stepping away to return to the meal. He was laser focused on the pot on the stove as silence filled the room around us. Silence was so unusual for Jack, usually it was hard to get him to stop talking. His movements were jerky as he flung the fridge door open, pulling vegetables out left and right. A tomato slid from his fingers and bounced on the floor when he let out a ‘shit’ under his breath. Something was definitely up.

“So what’s on the menu chef Jack?” I asked, trying to ease the tension that had built up quickly in the room. Jack didn’t answer me right away as he was searching the cabinets for a cutting board. Silence droned on, the only thing to be heard was the shutting of cabinets. “Jack?”

“Huh?” He questioned as I regained his attention. This was completely unlike him, he was usually so attentive to me while we were together. Something was up.

“Okay, Jack come here a second,” I held out my hands for him as he dropped the cutting board on the counter for me and came to stand in front of me, his hands shaking as he laced his fingers with mine. “Jacky what’s going on?”

“Nothing, what do you mean?” He deadpanned, eyes darting around as he avoided my gaze.

“Jacky, look at me,” one of my hands dropped his as I took his face in my hand gently, giving him no other option but to look at me. “You seem stressed, what’s going on?” I asked once more. His eyes shut, as he leaned into my touch.

“Kira it’s nothing,” he brushed off again.

“It’s so clearly not nothing Jack, you can tell me anything,” I encouraged as I stroked his cheek gently. His eyes opened and his gaze finally met mine.

“Anything?”

“Anything Jacky.”

He let out a shaky breath before beginning, “I’m nervous I guess because I want tonight to be special.”

Gently yanking him closer to me, his other arm wrapped around my waist. “Jacky, you have gone out of your way to make this whole trip special. Truly, you have been so attentive to everything I need. What is it about tonight?”

“I just has to be special,” he sighed.

“Why? Are you nervous that I won't like the food?”

“No it’s not that, it’s…” he trailed off, seemingly searching his mind for the right words. I continued to stroke his cheek, offering him my silent but gentle reassurance. He has been such a rock for me, and has allowed me to feel safe opening up about so many things. I want him to feel the same way about me. It’s not too often I see a guy showing his emotions or his nerves. This is actually quite refreshing. “I’m nervous that I’m going to screw this up,” he blurted out suddenly. My eyes softened at his confession, love flooding my face as the middle Hughes boy gazed down at me.

“Jacky, why do you think you’re going to screw this up?” I asked gently.

“Kira, this is my first adult relationship. I haven’t ever had a serious girlfriend, you’ve been through so much and I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want to hurt you,” Jack confessed. My other hand dropped his as both my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer to me.

“Jack, you are so incredibly caring, sensitive, and affectionate. You make me feel things that no one else ever has. I know you’re worried, and I was too but you make me feel safe.” Jack’s gaze softened as he looked down at me.

“I do?”

“Yes Jack, you make me feel more safe than any relationship I’ve ever had. Just because you haven’t had a serious relationship, doesn’t mean you’re going to screw this up,” I explained as my fingers toyed with the ends of his hair.

“You think so?” He questioned.

“I can’t guarantee everything will be perfect but we’re so good together. You are so mature Jack, who cares that this is your first adult relationship.”

A smile danced across his lips at my words, “can I tell Quinn that you called me mature?” He joked as we both burst out in laughter.

“I’ll tell him myself,” I teased as he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close. “Do you feel better?”

He nodded silently, “thank you,” he gave me a squeeze.

“Always Jacky,” I smiled as I leaned into his embrace. We stayed like this for a few moments, reveling in each other's touch. “Now can I go back to something you said?” I broke the silence. “You said you’ve never had a serious girlfriend, is that what I am to you?”

Jack leaned back in my arms and studied my face, clearly trying to gauge my reaction. “Girlfriend?” He asked to which I nodded, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I anticipated his response. “I would like you to be that, my girlfriend.”

I was quiet for a moment before a smile broke out on my lips, “really?” my voice filled with hope.

“Kira, be mine, be my girlfriend,” Jack stated confidently, he definitely has his swagger back. Confident but not cocky.

“Only if you’ll be my boyfriend Jacky,” I giggled. His signature smirk graced his face at my silly response.

“That sounds like a fair deal,” he commented as he chased my lips. As he leaned in and our lips brushed each other’s he asked, “so you’re my girlfriend?”

“Yes,” I giggled as his breath danced against my skin. “And you’re my boyfriend?”

“Damn right,” he chuckled before finally planting his lips on mine. I melted into his warmth as our lips danced on one another’s. The kiss was hungry and passionate as the tension of everything that was unsaid over the past weeks was finally out in the open. Jack Hughes is my boyfriend, I thought as I smiled against his lips. This gave him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue past my lips as he deepened the kiss.

We broke apart when the kitchen timer started chiming, both so startled we practically jumped. I reluctantly let Jack go tend to the food, though I would be content spending the whole night wrapped in his arms, cuddling, amongst other things.

“So, what’s on the menu boyfriend?,” the words dripped off my lips like velvet. Jack couldn’t hide the smile that was spread across his face.

“Greek chicken, lemon roasted potatoes, and salad,” Jack listed as he checked on the dish in the oven and reset the timer before turning his attention back to the vegetables on the island that needed to be chopped.

“That sounds amazing, my boyfriend is such a chef,” I teased as he tried to focus on the food in front of him.

“No distractions or this will be a failed attempt at being a chef,” he smirked as he started cutting the tomato.

“Need any help?” I asked, ready to rise from my stool.

“No!” Jack practically shouted. “Tonight is all about you and how special you are, so stay relaxing,” his gaze was intense as he mentioned how special I am. I practically combusted right then and there at the intensity in his eyes. They were burning a hole in me, tonight definitely was special.

“Well I am the luckiest girlfriend,” I smiled as I leaned back and sipped my wine. Jack in fact remembered my favorite brand.

“I’d say I’m the lucky one,” he commented as he tossed the chopped tomatoes in a bowl.

I happily enjoyed the show as he literally waited on me for the rest of the evening. My wine glass never emptied, and when I wanted to move on to something else so I wasn’t drunk before the food came, he had sweet tea ready for me. As the evening went on, he lit candles that suddenly appeared on the island. I was surprised there were candles anywhere to be found in this lake house. When dinner was ready, I was beyond impressed at the caliber of his cooking skills. The meal was even better than the one I served him on our first date.

The evening really did remind me of our first date as he cleaned up the meal and insisted I sit and relax. We’ve really come so far from that first date though. We barely knew each other then, but now it feels like I’ve known him forever. He’s my boyfriend and I’m his girlfriend. He’s mine and I’m his. I want tonight to be even more special.

After dinner, we made our way to the couch in the living room as I settled in his arms. “You know, you really did make me feel special tonight,” I commented as I stared up at him. He met my gaze and smiled, giving my shoulder a squeeze as he did so.

“Good, I wanted to. You deserve this all the time, you make me feel special all the time,” his voice dropped a few octaves as he shifted on the couch, pulling me even closer into his side.

“You are special,” I licked my lips as I continued to stare into his eyes. His gaze is so intense, I felt my thighs squeeze together, desperate for some friction. Jack’s hand shifted from my shoulder to my thigh as my breath became so shallow it practically left my body. “Thank you for this whole night Jacky,” my voice shook as I spoke.

“Anything for you pretty girl,” his voice so sweet it practically dripped honey. That was a first with that nickname and set fireworks off in my entire body.

“You know, now that we’re official there is something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” a mischievous smile spread across my lips.

“Oh yeah,” he leaned forward as his hand slid further up my thigh.

“You look hot in that shirt,” I breathed out. The tension in the air was thick, palpable.

“Do I?” He smirked as he leaned over me, his lips were close enough to feel their warmth.

“Jacky,” I let out a whine. Need so deep within my body that I didn’t recognize it, my whole body was tingling. So sensitive that one touch might do me in.

“Kira,” he teased as his tongue ran across his bottom lip. I let out a nervous breath, gathering whatever courage I needed. God, I felt like I was floating.

“I need you,” as soon as the words left my lips Jack leaned into me with the most intense, earth shattering kiss I have ever experienced. He quickly pushed me back on the couch, settling on top of me as my thighs wrapped around his hips. Heat pooled within me as my desire grew even more for Jack. A moan escaped my lips as he nipped at my lip, he was intoxicating.

He settled more of his weight on me as I felt him brush against my core. “Jack!” I gasped as shocks ran through me. His fingers toyed with the strap of my romper, gently sliding it down my shoulder. My skin burned at his touch. I never wanted this to end, I wanted his hands on my skin forever.

Just as Jack started toying with my other strap, causing me to whimper, the back door to the lake house swung open quite aggressively.

“Jack man, I need to use your shower,” Trevor exclaimed as Jack and I scrambled apart. Sitting up on the couch, I fiddled with the strap of my romper, making sure everything was back inside where it should be. Despite our disheveled appearance, none of the boys seemed any the wiser as they barged back into the lake house.

“Why do you need my shower?” Jack questioned, his voice filled with annoyance at his friend's rude interruption. They were so oblivious to what they just barged into.

“Cole spilled his beer on me when some girl puked on Quinn and Luke. So safe to say the showers will be occupied,” he explained as all the guys filed through the kitchen, some settling on the couches and some filing into the respective bathrooms.

“Soo, how was dinner?” excitement filled Cole’s voice as he wiggled his eyebrows at us. Jack and I exchanged a heated look, Alex was turning on the tv as Matty was doling out the gaming controllers. Oh my gosh they’re never going to leave us alone.

“Dinner was good, ya know, I was actually going to take Kira out for a boat ride,” Jack uttered as he reached for my hand and pulled me off the couch as he rose up. Smiling gratefully at him, we both started to scurry out of the living room.

“But the sun is setting, why would you go out on the boat?” Brady questioned as some game was being fired up on the flatscreen.

“Sunset tour,” Jack scrambled as we both stumbled to throw on shoes. Desperate for the touch of one another and nervous that the boys would follow once more.

“Yeah, it’s going to be beautiful,” I proclaimed as I yanked the door open.

“Gotta go, don’t want to miss it,” Jack called as he pulled the door closed behind him and wrapped his arm around me again.

We practically sprinted off the deck and down the grass to the dock, still fearing that the boys would be behind us suddenly. We made it to the dock in no time as Jack and I started untying the ropes, luckily I had experience in this, so we could move things along more quickly. Jack hopped in the boat, reaching out his hand to help me in.

Once I was settled in a seat, Jack got behind the wheel and fired up the engine. Not hesitating as he threw the boat in gear and sped away from the dock. My knee was bouncing as the water whipped past us, both of us clearing eager to resume our activities. “Don’t worry, I know a really secluded spot,” Jack commented as he glanced at me briefly.

“Oh, do this often Hughes?” I teased at his comment, shifting forward in my seat.

“No, god, no I—,” he stammered. My hand went to rest on his knee, squeezing a little.

“Just hurry,” I instructed and hurry he did. It took us a few minutes but we made it to a quiet spot away from the other houses and the prying eyes of others. Jack shut off the boat, turned on the dim lights before coming to sit on the bench next to me. He slid his arm around my shoulder as I leaned into him, my head resting on the shoulder as we enjoyed the quiet nature surrounding us.

“You know, we don’t have to do this,” his voice just above a whisper as we watched a duck swim by.

Turning my head, I glanced up to read his expression. “Jack, I want to!”

“I just don’t want you to feel rushed, or pressured because we made it official tonight,” his gaze met mine as his blue eyes stared deeply into mine. A rush of warmth flooded through me, desire yes, but also a sense of safety and gratitude.

“I don’t feel rushed at all Jack, I want this,” I gestured between us. “I want you.” His eyes darkened as our gaze remained interlocked.

“If you’re sure,” he wondered out loud once more. I nodded eagerly as a smirk danced across his lips. His hand tangled in my hair as he pulled me in for a searing kiss. Lips locked in a heated make out session, only breaking apart as we both fumbled to pull Jack’s shirt over his head.

His tongue quickly won the battle against mine as I moaned against his lips, pulling away for air, both huffing as I reached for the straps of my romper. Pulling the straps against my fingers and sliding them to the edge of my shoulders, I let them drop down. Getting bold, I stood up, letting the romper slide down my body as it pooled at my feet. Jack groaned as he pulled me back to the bench.

“I like this,” he smirked as he ran his fingers along the lacy material of my strapless bra. His fingers brushed my skin as they slid around my back to unclasp the bra. The bra was pulled from my body as Jack let out a sharp breath. “Shit you are beautiful,” he whispered as he leaned forward to nibble on my neck.

Sucking and nipping playful he trailed down my neck to my collar bone before licking my skin and taking his nipple in my mouth. Twirling his tongue around my nipple I threw my head back, a moan escaping me as he continued sucking my breast. His other hand slid up my stomach, before pinching my other nipple in his fingers.

“Oh god Jack,” I whimpered as he continued licking and nipping my sensitive skin. “Don’t tease me,” I whined as my hand knotted in his hair.

“Let me make you feel good baby,” his voice was soft yet full of desire. I nodded my head, wetness pooled in my core as he gently eased me onto my back on the bench, placing kisses on my chest and stomach as he slithered his way down my body. “Can I take these off?” He questioned as his fingers ghosted over my underwear, snapping the lacy strap against my skin.

Nodding my head vigorously, I opened my legs to help him out. He chuckled lowly, “I need your words baby.” He continued to toy with the lace underwear as I squirmed underneath him.

“Yes Jacky,” I whined as he finally hooked his thumbs under the material. Lifting my hips as he pulled the underwear down my legs, he didn’t let me settle after that. Sliding my legs over his shoulders he settled between my thighs, pressing gentle kisses to my sensitive skin.

“Good girl,” his voice filled with pride as his breath ghosted over my sensitive core.

“No teasing,” I warned as I leaned up on my elbows to make eye contact with him.

“Not teasing,” he smirked. Before I could respond he wrapped his perfect lips around my clit and sucked gently. My arms went weak as I fell back and moaned. “That feel good baby?”

“Yes,” I moaned out as he twirled his tongue around my sensitive bud. Wrapping his lips around it once more, he sucked harder as my eyes shut, bliss setting in. My hand laced through his hair as I tugged on his disheveled locks. “More Jack,” I moaned as his tongue dragged through my folds.

“Tell me what you need baby.”

All I could do was whimpered and writhe beneath him as his tongue toyed with my entrance. My grip on his hair tightened as his tongue prodded my sopping entrance, it’s been too long since someone has touched me like this. Every move of his tongue consumed me, I was floating in a haze of pleasure. I was drunk on Jack Hughes.

“Jack,” I cried out. He lifted his head as I whimpered as the loss of his mouth.

“What do you need, baby? Want you to feel good,” he encouraged.

“Your fingers,” I whined, desperate to feel him again.

“My fingers,” he smirked up at me.

“And that amazing tongue,” I breathed out as our eyes met for a second. He stared at me a moment longer before I gave him another tug on his hair. My legs quivered as I anticipated his burning touch on my skin.

“Good girl baby,” he exclaimed before he dove back in, his tongue swirling around my clit again as one of his fingers teased my entrance. By this time I was practically dripping as he slid his finger into me and started thrusting. He moved his finger for a few moments before a second finger teased my hole. He pumped his fingers inside me before curling them in a way that made me see stars.

“Jack,” I cried out as I arched off the bench, my other hand curling into his hair. Jack started pumping his fingers faster as he felt me squeeze around him, I wasn’t going to last much longer. He flattened his tongue against my clit and shook his head back and forth. “I’m close,” I whimpered as he gently nipped at my clit.

“Let go baby,” he encouraged as I gripped his fingers like a vice. Heat was spreading through my whole body as tension built in my stomach like an elastic that was about to snap. All the sucking and the thrusting of his fingers was too much. Jack wrapped his fingers around my clit and sucked hard which sent me over the edge. Crying out his name as I grinded down against his fingers. My whole body was pulsing as I rode out my high, as he pumped his fingers a few more times before pulling them out. This was a state of bliss I have never felt before, no man has ever given me this attention, intent solely upon giving me pleasure.

He licked his fingers clean of my juices as he settled between my thighs again. I whimpered at the sight and the loss of his touch. His forehead pressed to mine, “you taste amazing, good girl.”

“You’re amazing,” I exclaimed as my chest was rising as I caught my breath. Jack pressed his lips to mine, swirling his tongue with mine so I could taste my juices. “My turn,” I mumbled against his lips.

“Baby I’m not going to last, need to be inside you,” as he pressed his lips to mine again. He pulled away to unbutton his jeans, quickly kicking them off with his boxers. His hard cock sprung up as he shed the last of his clothes. Licking my lips I took in his full appearance, he was big, but not aggressively so. Those thighs and his biceps, I was in pure heaven.

“Wait, do you have a condom?” I paused, breaking away from the blissful dream I was living. His movements froze for a moment, his head dropped.

“Shit!” He exclaimed. I groaned in frustration at the thought of this ending.

“I suppose you don’t keep any on here?” I gestured to the boat. He shook his head in disappointment. We were both silent for a moment as he hovered over me. Neither of us moved as the tension stopped time. “Well, are you clean?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“Am I clean?” He repeated, staring down at me. “Yes I am,” he responded hesitantly.

I let out a sigh of relief, “So am I, so screw the condom.”

His eyes widened at my words, “Are you sure?” I nodded in response. “So I’ll have to pull out?” He asked.

“I'm on the pill,” I reassured him. The fear and disappointment that had crept onto his face quickly melted away as a smile formed once more. He reached down and gave himself a few tugs, making sure he was ready.

“Let's do this,” he settled between my thighs, running the tip of his cock through my folds. “Ready?” He paused as he took himself in his hand and prodded my entrance.

“Yes Jacky,” I nodded as he slowly slid inside stretching my walls to their capacity. He went slowly as I gripped him tightly. Squeezing my eyes shut I let out a shaky breath, trying to relax as he bottomed out.

“You okay,” he paused his movements.

“Yeah, just been a while,” I whimpered as he filled me to the core. His movements remained halted as his hand slid between us and his fingers began toying with my clit. Quickly the pain of being so full turned into a searing pleasure as I moaned at his ministrations. “You can move,” I breathed. Jack pulled out before rolling his hips against mine, resuming his movements. His hands rested on my hips as he thrusted into me, fingers pressing crescents into my skin as I gasped.

“Shit Kira,” he groaned as I clenched around him. He snapped his hips harder, sliding me back on the seat. My head was now hanging off the edge of the bench as Jack pounded into me, skin slapping against skin as he moved me further off the bench with each thrust of his hips.

My neck was not enjoying this angle, as my hand found his chest and pushed against him. “Stop!” I said gently. His movements froze instantly.

“Did I hurt you?” Nerves filled his voice as I lifted my head to meet his eyes.

“No Jack! You feel amazing, this isn’t working for my neck though.”

“Oh shit, you’re like half off the bench,” he commented as he finally took in the full extent of the force his thrusts had.

“Why don’t you take a seat,” I suggested as my hand pushed against his chest more firmly. He pulled out as I drew my legs closer to my chest and sat up. He sat back against the bench, thighs splaying open. Grabbing onto his shoulders, nails scraping his skin as I swung my leg over his lap so I was straddling him. Rolling my hips against his, we both let out a moan.

“No teasing,” he whined. Smiling at the effect I had on him, I reached down between us and lined his cock up with my entrance. I finally sink down on him as a moan escapes my parted lips. A groan escapes Jack as I start grinding against his pubic bone. Gently rocking my hips, twisting them in a circle as I envelope him within my velvety walls.

I lift myself up, sliding down as I start to bounce on his cock, he slides into me deeper at this angle. My hands rest on his chest as I rock myself back and forth. My eyes roll back as our skin slaps against each other gasping in pleasure.

“Doing so good,” Jack whispers as his fingers palm at my ass. My pace quickens as I feel myself squeeze around him at the sound of his praise.

“Jack, fuck,” I cry out as I bounce up and down. “I’m not going to last long.” My legs start to ache from my movements as the knot in my stomach grows tighter. Jack plants his feet on the floor, lifting his hips to meet mine.

“So good, fuck,” he breathes out as I squeeze him harder. “Such a good girl.” The pressure grows more intense as I feel him twitch inside me, “you like that don’t you?” He asks as I let out another gasp.

“Jack,” I cried as he plowed into me, my hips rocking harder against his. Leaning my head down I capture his lips in mine as his finger snakes around my waist and starts rubbing circles on my clit. The pressure builds as I squeeze around Jack. I sink my teeth into his lip as I clench harder.

“Come on baby,” Jack encourages as he rocks his hips up to meet mine. My legs start shaking as I stop my movements, my breath hitching as Jack continues to pound into me. My orgasm hits me like a freight train as I drop my head against Jack’s shoulder. He lets out a strangled groan as he rocks against me a few times before I feel his warmth fill me up. Slowly his hips drop as I drop back into his lap, he presses soft kisses against my neck as we both struggle to catch our breath.

“That was—,” I trail off, still blissing out from my high.

“Fucking amazing,” Jack whispers in my ear, giving me a playful nip on my earlobe. We both stay wrapped around each other, as he stays inside me until we fully catch our breath. “Here baby, my good girl,” he helps me off my lap, I whimper as he pulls out and stands up. He walks to the adjacent bench, lifting the seat and rustling around, he pulls out a towel and comes back. Spreading my thighs gently as he runs the towel along our juices that are dripping out of me, cleaning up the mess we made.

Once he’s done cleaning me up he tosses the towel to the side, grabbing a fresh towel. He sits down on the bench and pulls me into his lap, draping the towel over the two of us. “I’m so glad you could come see the lake house,” he whispers before pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

“Me too,” I whispered softly, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Do you want to head back?”

“No, want to stay like this for a while,” I nuzzled closer to him as I took in the night sky that was enveloping us. Pressing a kiss to my temple, he pulled me in closer as we snuggled and watched the stars. Truly appreciating the calmness of the nature around us as the gentle waves caused the boat to sway ever so slightly.

I truly was glad I could make the trip down here to see Jack’s lake. This was a place he absolutely loved and I was so grateful to share that experience with him. We both clearly loved lake life in the summer, I feel so honored that he shared his favorite place with me as I had shared mine. To think that yesterday I was a nervous wreck in the airport wondering what our relationship was. Now we’re sitting here under the stars, and I can officially say that Jack Hughes is my boyfriend. As hesitant as I was when I first met him, I am so happy that I pushed through those nerves and put my heart first. He may just be the greatest thing to ever happen to me.

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aviixol · 9 months

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E42 Miles Relationship hc's ☆

-Fem reader is implied.

-there's some cursing?

a/n: HELP I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Okay, but a lot of this is a lot of rambling and random ideas about my fave <3

͟͟͞͞➳❥ Miles acts completely different when he's with you rather than when he is with his friends or around others. He is totally like I wouldn't say soft but he is definitely more of a lover boy when it's just you two.

"Ma. I'm sorry, you just know how it is when I'm around the guys, they would be on my top if they saw how I act with you" Miles mumbled into your shoulder as he held you close to him after a long day out with friends.

͟͟͞͞➳❥ Miles LOVES to Facetime on the days y'all don't spend together. It's not a short call either, he'll call you early in the morning, just have a whole day and talk to you, definitely sleeping on the phone too.

It was early in the morning when you heard your phone right, you whined with annoyance as you rolled over to grab it and saw you were getting a call from 'mi corazoncito', you answered and rubbed your eyes "I'm sorry for waking you baby, my phone died but I missed that beautiful face of yours"

͟͟͞͞➳❥ COMPLIMENTS GALORE. Literally alllllll the time he just talks about how pretty you are how good you look, how good you smell, complimenting your jewelry, everything.

͟͟͞͞➳❥ Miles hates arguing, he would much rather just try and have a conversation than argue about something. He doesn't want to say anything wrong when he argues so he avoids it at all cost. On occasion, he does argue with you, after he def babys you and makes sure you're okay, and make sure he didn't hurt your feelings.

"Mami, eschúchame" Miles said as he sat next to you on your bed, he had one hand on your knee. This was his first time over after the argument "I'm sorry that happened, but I'm not mad anymore I just wanna make my baby feel better okay?"

͟͟͞͞➳❥ He convinces you to play video games with him. I can see Miles being on the game a lot, but of course, he wants you to feel included so he gets you to play as well.

"Hey, can you download this game, I'll cash app you the money to buy it now," Miles said through the phone screen, which was set up on his desk and he had his ps5 controller in hand.

͟͟͞͞➳❥ Miles spoils you, whether it's something small like if you needed a new lipgloss, or a drawing to something big like a new pair of sneakers, a Pandora bracelet, Shein cart, anything really if you want it, it's yours.

͟͟͞͞➳❥ Miles loves to listen to music with you, y'all make playlists together. Y'all do listening parties when your guys' favorite artist drops. He has also probably serenaded you on multiple occasions.

"Ma, Uzi just dropped pink tape, let's see what this shit 'bout," Miles said as he looked up from his phone while he was at your house on a late night, he handed you an Airpod and played the album.

this was my first time writing like a hc's post?! if you liked it and want more my reqs are open so leave me something!! <3

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prettyfilmz · 10 months

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currently speaking from my heart at 1 am that this song is what hobie plays in his mind everytime he is around you.

when he bumps into you when browsing at a record store and you have a record of sade’s love tucked carefully in your arm, he makes a comment around the lines of “finally I bumped into someone with great taste.” which makes you laugh in return.

once he takes in how beautiful you are…he’s speechless for the first time in his life. from your glowing brown skin that looked so soft from just looking at you, your locs that were held high in a bun with a patterned head scarf, the smile that peeked from your thick glossed lips which made his heart quicken and your outfit…god you knew how to rock a dress and knit cardigan combo.

you both end up spending 45 minutes inside the store chatting about music and which artists you enjoy to listen to. it was genuinely warming to see that you enjoy the almost the same artists. hobie didn’t end up buying any records but he did end up with your number in his phone for when he calls you later.

when you facetime him, your phone is propped up on your nightstand while you show him all the vinyls you’ve collected so far. your locs were now free down your back and you were dressed in a a skimpy tank top and shorts which made him think some very…not so nice thoughts but those were pushed to the back burner once he saw how excited you were to show your records off. it made him happy to see you boast about how hard it was to find certain pressings and how you’re doing your best to keep them in great condition. often times he’ll tease you about selling them to him just to get a playfully flippant response from you.

“how much can I pay for the frank ocean vinyl?”

“your health insurance.”

“fair enough.”

after countless times of hanging out, going on record store trips together and face-timing to show off each other’s growing collections, hobie invites you over to his studio apartment. when you both finish the takeout you’ve ordered from the chinese restaurant near his place, he leads you to his room where his record player sat patiently on top of a small table and a shelf full of records were ready to be chosen from.

he motions for you to pick one to listen to and you eagerly oblige. when pulling out michael jackson’s bad, he remarks “never took you for a bad girl.” and smirks when you glare at him playfully. when the needle drops on the record and ‘liberian girl’ starts to play, you both lay sprawled out on his bed taking in the ambience around you. he has his arm wrapped around you and you have a hand playing with the rings that were displayed on the fingers of his free hand.

“this is my favorite song, y’know?” you say after a few bouts of silence. “word?” he says in a surprised tone. you nodded in response with a ‘mmhm’ and returned your focus to the rings on his hands. he chuckles silently to which brings you out of your zone. “what’s so funny? is the song too ‘unpunk’ for you?” you quirk with a teasing arch of your brow as you look at him for an answer. “actually quite the opposite,” he nudges your shoulder playfully. “it’s quite a coincidence that’s your favorite song though.” you furrowed your brows at this response and silently urged him to continue.

“I say that because whenever I play this song, I think of you.” he admits. “in fact, that song was in my head when we first bumped into each other that day.” if you could look at yourself in the mirror right you, you were 100% sure your jaw was on the verge of hitting the floor. here you were cuddling up in bed with a man who made your heart flutter and soul smile, confessing that he thinks of you whenever he listens to your favorite song.

"just like the song says you are more precious than any pearl, doll." his hand pulls away from your grasp to cup your face, still in awe at his revelation. by now you realize how close you are to each other, lips merely breaths apart.

"hobie..I-"

"can I kiss you?"

"...please do."

you didn’t have to ask him twice and he captured your lips delicately with his own, kissing you with the right amount of softness and hunger that gained sweet little noises from you that made his heart swell. as time progresses, you both live in your own little world of bliss with your hands caressing each other with soft touches and wet kisses and the sounds of michael jackson's harmonies with mix of the cars driving around outside his apartment window added an extra lick of intimacy.

with all the chaos going around in the world, here you both were celebrating your sprouting love being brought together by the one thing that made you meet in the first place...music.

#astro’s diary <3 #hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown x reader #Spotify

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toulousewayne · 8 months

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Batfamily Shenanigans:Head-canons Pt: 1

Bruce eat Peanut Butter from the jar and it drives Alfred mad. Has a kid it was the only thing that calmed Bruce down after his parents,but as an adult he still does it.

Bruce cannot cook in the kitchen, but he can grill just about anything and does it with minimal effort.

Dick, Bruce,Alfred,Steph and Duke are right handed. While, Babs, Jason, Damian, and Kate are left handed. Tim is ambidextrous. Damian hates it.

Damian is vegetarian, Dick and Babs will try different restaurants with him and some of Dick’s new favorite takeout is a vegan and vegetarian Asian restaurant in Uptown.

Alfred prefers Earl Grey over any other tea.

Tim got his GED,at first the he didn’t want to tell anyone but Damian found his mail and told him he was proud. But threatened him if he breathed a word to the others.

Duke sometimes get overwhelmed during the day patrol and other bats sometimes will randomly come by to check on him.

Bruce to his credit was still getting hang of being a father with Jason and Dick. Tim was more of a partner at first, but later on he became his son. He really got improve and do better with Damian. He’s still trying but at least that counts.

Jason does have the white tuff, however after speaking with Talia and Damian he learns it’s not a result of the pit. And it’s actually Vitiligo.

Stephanie is actually allergic to eggs, put loves them so much that everyone just carries Benadryl. Cass keeps her EpiPen.

Duke is the best swimmer out of his siblings.

Kate does not like desserts, she doesn’t have a big sweet tooth. Bruce however is a Cookie Monster.

Babs has had LASIK however she still wears her glasses to not strain them while looking at monitors all the time.

Alfred the Cat, loves Tim’s room more because of his window. It gets the best sunrises and sunsets, he enjoys the warmth from it.

Ace prefers to set at Bruce’s feet in the cave. Bruce enjoys his company.

Cass and Dick have dance classes together in the ballroom. Dick is surprisingly good at Ballet.

Jason will eat his siblings leftovers. Tim will get him half his PB&J and Jason will devour it in seconds.

Talia used to make food with her mother has a little girl and did the same with Damian. He tries to teach Bruce some of his favorite food. Poor Bruce isn’t very good at it but the enjoy the bonding.

Cass can identify which of her brothers is the closest by their scents. Dick has a vanilla and cedarwood smell,Jason smells like Grapefruit and Amber, Tim smells like French lavender, Duke has a grapefruit and Patchouli scent, and Damian smells like cinnamon.

Barbara likes when Cass and Damian make her handmade jewelry over being bought stuff. She wears a gold locket Cass gifted her everyday. And has a ring and charm bracelet that Damian gave her for birthday. She never takes these off.

Tim is allergic to shellfish.

Bruce cannot stand strawberry jam, he prefers grape much to Alfred’s horror.

Stephanie will stack plates, silverware and cups like a server. It’s habit she got from her Mom and hates leaving a mess for Alfred or any other server to clean.

Jason has smoked from time to time. But will snap if he sees his little brothers do it. Jason will Mother Hen them to death.

Alfred is the best marksmen with long ranges guns, Jason is the best at versatile shooting and Barbara is the best firearm shot.

Cass,Steph are the same height, both are an inch taller than Tim, Duke is to inches taller then them.

Tim and Damian are the artist of the family. Damian prefers classic art, like oil paintings, pottery, and marble sculptures. Tim prefers modern art, photography, stone sculptures. Diana takes them to her art gallery on the weekends.

Bruce is the slowest to text back, Jason and Damian ignore texts if they’re not emergencies,Tim emails the fastest, the only good testers are Steph, Duke, and Barbara. Dick will ignore your text and FaceTime you to ask you to repeat the question instead and Cass prefers a phone call.

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chrollohearttags · 6 months

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Cherry, how 'bout 2, 6, 11, 19, and 20 for Rapper Connie? He's a gem! 💎💎💎💎

hi Cas, my love!!! Thank you so much for the questions! Now I hadn’t written much for him but he def holds a special place in my heart! 🥹🫶🏾

2. Does your character often indulge in the things they like?

absolutely! Sometimes a little too much. He loves a little devil’s lettuce and liquor. A couple of his favorite vices..including women! (although he’s not exactly Armin-level of promiscuous). He definitely likes entertaining them. He also loves video games and when he and the guys are not making music, they’re in an Apex lobby acting like teenage boys.

6. What is your character’s fondest memory?

ooh, this is a good one! (lil spoiler here) so Connie was the very first artist that EJ ever collabed with and the project they worked on, a joint EP was Connie’s big break so to speak. A lot of his family was still in the Dominican Republic at this point and he was still trying to make it as a rapper. He remembers being with his boys in the studio and on FaceTime with his mom and brothers when it was announced that their lead single had gone #1 and was Grammy nominated in the same night. His mom was telling him how proud she was and crying. That to him was greater than any award ever!

11. Who are your character’s most important people?

hands down, his family and his boys! He adores his parents..for how hardworking they were, providing for him and his brothers. Even though they weren’t wealthy growing up by any means, they gave them the best life they could and taught them hard work. His brothers are his world and he’s an uncle so he adores his nieces and nephews too. Literally spoils them rotten with gifts. Of course, his friends mean everything to him. He often says that if it wasn’t for them pushing him to do music, he’d probably be in jail or dead because he got involved with the wrong crowd at one point. But they saved him.

19. Does your character have any friends? Best friends?

he and the rest of the Dead Boys Society are like brothers. EJ, Armin, Jean, Ony…they’re his second family. But he’s super close with Sasha! The second they met at Armin’s yacht party, that became his right hand. They’re always in tiktok videos together, being silly and stupid. (his fans SWEAR they’re dating, esp after she stars in one of his vids) but there’s no way. They’re literally twins. Him and Ony are always side by side, doing something insane. 😭 their interviews constantly go viral because they always have something slick to say.

20. Does your character have any significant others?

like I said, Mr. Connie loves the ladies but there’s one in particular that catches his eye whilst they’re on tour. And that’s the Pole Assassins’ hairstylist. She catches his eye and he’s been smitten ever since. They aren’t exactly an item or yet or anything but ya never know, that might change. 🤭

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nikaizkool · 10 months

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Falling in love hcs

•Charlie Slimecicle

- how you met

You guys met at your community college as you were both taking filming courses.

- first impressions

first he saw you he smiled and waved you over “hi I’m Charlie, why don’t you sit next to me?” You both got along really well as your humor is very similar

-bonding

you both became inseparable best friends, where ever you went he followed like a sad puppy trailing along holding your hand, where ever he went with his friends you followed next to him letting him guide you by holding his hand

- first kiss?

You had gone to a Halloween party with Charlie and got dared to kiss, it was short and passionate. That’s when Charlie knew he had found the one, out of excitement you blurbed out some compliments “you taste really good—like candy corn”

- first date

He took you on a drive in date that was showing your favorite movie, he brought all the best snacks and matching pj bottoms

• Wilbur Soot

- how you met

You met through your friend ash when ash took you both on vacation and introduced you two

- first impressions

He was tall and handsome so you fumbled over your words when saying the first hello “uh yeah hi-hello I am Y/n fuckin uh—hi” he thought it was cute though it still haunts you to this day

- bonding

You guys started hanging out at local coffee shops and you also played some watergirl and fireboy on call occasionally

- first kiss

It was just late when everyone was hanging out, you, Wilbur, ash, and James. You were a bit tipsy and so was Wilbur so you just kinda did it and it was random too, it was sloppy and hard, two drunk people using tongues to fight over dominance

- first date

Took you out to your favorite artist concert and after took you to a restaurant.

• Jschlatt

- how you met

You live in the same apartment complex and your mail got mixed up

- first impressions

He gave you his your mail and took his, “thanks.” He just kinda shut the door in your face but the next time it happened he took you your mail and he got your number

- bonding

You FaceTimed at night and drank whiskey together sometimes at his place

- first kiss

He initiated the rough sloppy kiss it was long he only broke it to breath and say stuff like “I’ve been waiting so long to do this” and “how come we didn’t do this sooner”

- first date

You went to his house and cooked lunch together he got flour in his mutton chops but you guys had a great time :-)

• Quackity

- how you met

You met him at a park when he was posing for instagram coz it was his first time being in your hometown, it was convenient because you were there for the same amount of time as him so you let him stay with you

- first impressions

He greeted you and you took the pictures for him “hey thanks man—can I have your number coz these turned out great.” You exchanged numbers and you took him home

- bonding

In the week you were living with each other he did a cooking stream with you and you played Minecraft with him

- first kiss

It was on the day he had to leave for his flight so you drove him and gave him a hug. He pulled you in by the chin and kissed you, it was short just a bit rough and basically perfect

- first date

Minecraft date on stream, it was great. You made a house adopted cats and put your beds together

#headcanon #dsmp headcanon #schlatt fanfic #schlatt x reader #quackity fanfic #quackity x reader #quackity fluff #qsmp wilbur #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot fanfiction #charlie slimecicle #Charlie slimecicle fluff #Charlie slimecicle fanfic #Charlie slimecicle x reader

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sillymercury · 2 months

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Stolen Lullabies

Summary: When war returns to Pyrthian the inner circle finds themselves on the losing side. In a desperate attempt to turn the tides three brother perform a forgotten spell to call forth a great power through time and space. What happens when that ‘great power’ is a human girl who knows nothing of magic? Will she be of use or has destiny abandoned them?

Word count: 4.5k

Part i (Prythian Version)

Part i

New York ver.

Este let out a deep breath as she analyzed her outfit for what felt like the millionth time, observing her pieces over and over again. One minute she hated everything and the next she thought she was God’s gift to earth. Being a perfectionist has its downsides, especially when running behind schedule. She could probably add and take away accessories, try on different shoes, or switch out the jacket over and over again for hours.

The leather mini skirt she had on was her favorite of the night and the studded belt and silver chain that hung off her hips were the perfect add-ons. The top was a beige mesh corset that made Este’s modest chest more boisterous, she also had a long leather jacket that cleared her skirt and landed at her mid-thigh. With her neck and wrists layered in silver jewelry, she threw on some suede calf boots that matched her corset. Her hair was falling to her mid back in tight black curls. With her outfit out of the way she began to play around with her hair: up, down, half up-half down.

The sound of the phone ringing pulled her attention away from her reflection and had her diving into her bed to grab the cell phone that lay atop. It was her manager, no doubt asking where she was. She swiped across her screen to answer the FaceTime call.

“There’s my favorite pop star!” Shayla’s voice rang loudly out of the iPhone speakers. Shayla, the aforementioned manager and team leader, had been taking care of Este for the past couple of months since she signed with her Music company. Signing with the company was a dream come true for Este, after 2 of her songs went massively viral on nearly every platform she was offered a 15 million dollar deal that she immediately accepted. The company was most indulgent with artistic freedom, whether her demos were rock, hip-hop, or alternative, they accepted it all with open arms. After spending the last couple of months perfecting her first EP it’s finally dropping tonight at midnight. All of the effort put into her outfit was for the release party, Shayla tried to offer up a stylist but Este declined and ranted about being ‘authentic.’ “Are you ready for me to pick you up?”

Este shook her head, “I’m still figuring out my hair and I need to do my makeup. I’ll be ready soon Shay-Shay La-La”

“Uggghhhh, I swear to god you were born late,” Shayla exaggerated, “but seriously you don’t need makeup, and just leave your hair down it’s literally gorgeous.” Shayla was always dishing out compliments so Este just shook her head with a small laugh and pushed her single blond curl behind her ear before nodding. “I’m coming now to get you.”

“No!” Este responded slightly too quickly, earning a confused face from Shay. “I just mean it’s only a couple blocks… I want to walk.” Este’s stomach had been doing flips all evening and she blamed it on nerves but some primal part of her told her this anxiety was different. Like it was warning her of something that was on its way… something big. She wanted to be alone for as long as she could to ground herself before mingling with artists, executives, influencers, and whoever else may be at her party.

“Oh… everything all right?” Though they hadn't known each other too long, Shay knew that when Este insisted on going for a walk it meant her soul was feeling heavy.

“Yea… Yea! Just nerves you know,” Este did her best to make herself sound perky and excited even though she felt like her stomach was about to fall out of her ass. “I need the walk to bring myself back down to earth and I'm actually about to leave now!”

“I thought you-” Shay narrowed her eyes and brought her phone closer to her face, Este just smiled as she was being observed. “Okay, okay.” Shayla saw right through her but decided to leave it, Este thanked a metaphorical god for this. “I’ll see you there princessa!”

Este kept from breathing out a relieved sigh and responded cheerily, “Perfect see you there!” She went to hang up but a nagging question lingered in the back of her head and stopped her from pressing that big red button. “Actually um,” she paused, not knowing how to ask casually, “Did my mother ever get back to you? Do you know if she’ll be there?”

Shay took a minute before responding, the hard line that her mouth was set in gave Este her answer. “She read the message but she didn't RSVP… I'm sorry Este.” Este just shook her head as Shay went on, “But hey! There is going to be like a million and one people there who are excited for you and proud of all the work you've put into this.” Shay was nodding, trying to get Este to agree with her, “Let’s have fun, yeah?”

“Yes! Lots of fun,” Este’s enthusiasm was too over the top to be natural and they both knew it. “I'll see you there,” was the only other thing she said before quickly hanging up. The sigh Este was holding in finally shoved out of her mouth as she shoved herself off the bed and out the door, into the street. The wretched smells of the city attacked Este the moment she stepped outside earning a scowl.

New York was the perfect place for an upcoming artist but having been raised in the country side- Este had a natural distaste for the city. The sounds kept her up at night, the smells nauseated her, and the trash was…everywhere. While she loved walks through the city it seemed she never had an enjoyable one; always getting catcalled or stepping in something she didn’t want to identify. The worse part of it all was every single experience, whether she liked it or not, was locked away in her mind and kept in mint condition.

Though today Este’s mind was too busy to think of all the things she hated, she had that horrible nagging feeling eating away at her gut. Maybe that nagging feeling was her mother’s fault, she pondered.

Este had always been the apple of her mother’s eye, the perfect, gifted genius. Her mother would refer to her as “The mind of a generation” and tell her that she was going to revolutionize science and bring the world into a new era. No one ever attested to that notion, Este had an eidetic memory that much more resembles hyperthymesia and an IQ of 186. She was indeed amongst the greatest minds of her generation.

Everything changed when Este started making music. It became an obsession that consumed every waking moment. She had always loved music, having a taste for every genre, but her intense studies never allowed her indulgence. Her world changed when she met an unimportant boy who taught her how to hold drum sticks. He was totally useless other than the few free lessons she got out of him. After she dumped him where she found him, she began learning multiple instruments and how to produce music in a matter of weeks. It soon became all she did, she even began to neglect her schoolwork. Her mother reprimanded her many times, at the time she was 19 and a 3rd-year doctoral candidate, telling her that she worked too hard for too long to throw everything away for a “silly hobby.”

She tried to tell her mother that the silly hobby was her passion but was shot down every time. She insisted that Este had a duty to her gifts and it was her job to make the world a “better place” somehow. It was then she realized pursuing the scientific field was her mother’s dream for her and not her own. Everything came to a head when Este announced she was dropping out of college to focus on her music. If her mother ever was going to give birth to a cow, it would've been that day. The reaction consisted of screaming, crying, a couple of broken household items, and words that could never be taken back. One explosive fight later and she hasn't talked to her mother in 8 months, not when she got signed, not when she was featured on a top-charting song, and not even on her birthday.

Her mother had made it known how disappointed she was, claiming that she was throwing her life away and she wanted nothing to do with it. She said she would only talk to Este if and when she “came to her senses.” Her father didn't take her side either but he had given up on her when she made it clear she wasn't using her genius to further the American military-industrial complex. Her older brother… well after being compared to Este for the entirety of their life she couldn’t blame him for walking out and rejecting the entire family completely. The only one who stood behind her was her younger sister but May had idolized her ever since she was old enough to understand the term “greatness.”

Este shook her head hoping the thoughts of her familial drama would dissipate. She shoved her hands in her pocket and commended the version of herself from an hour ago that threw a lighter and spliff in there. She put the joint between her lips and as she lit it she scoffed thinking about how her mother would react to her newfound habit. The world would gain another cow.

Her pace slowed to a leisurely walk as she enjoyed the burning sensation from the marijuana and how it numbed her brain and body as well as mask the smells of the city. Her brain felt uncontrollable at times but the effects of the drug slowed down her cognitive function enough to feel normal.

The hotel where the party was being hosted was less than 4 blocks away but Este decided not to take the straight shot. She still had 45 minutes before people would be showing up and figured that was enough time to take a spill around the plaza so she did exactly that. As she walked around she focused on the bustling crowd, the wind that pushed and pulled the foliage, and the many sounds of the city. The weed now infiltrating her system had mellowed her out enough to actually be able to enjoy her city and not have a cynical response to everything in her path. So the walk did what it was meant to, she felt lighter and less stressed as she sat on the edge of the fountain to finish off her spliff before heading to the hotel.

She opened her phone and was faced with the paper she had made it halfway through, even though she wasn’t studying it anymore she still loved science. When you spend years of your life completely devoted to something it’s hard to leave completely in the past. The paper was published by the DOE detailing their breakthrough in nuclear fusion ignition, this controlled reaction was the future of clean energy on this planet.

She read the details of the intricate lasers, they contained 2.05 MJ of energy and when shot at a nucleus made up of two light nuclei the fusion reaction produced 3.15 MJ of clean energy. She had a particular interest in the experimental design, reading up on the diagnostics, target fabrication, and the computer simulations that were used. As she read the back of her mind was coming up with ways to apply this breakthrough to day-to-day life, the cynical part saying the US military would probably be the first to apply the concept to some unnecessary war machine.

“That one seems to like you,” a gentle voice came from her left. Reluctantly dragging her attention from her phone, she lifted her head to see an older, stout man. He was probably in his late sixties and based on the bag of nuts he was throwing around for squirrels she assumed he was enjoying his retirement. He had a crooked finger pointed at Este’s feet and when she looked down she noticed a single squirrel circling her her. There was a plethora of squirrels around the old man but this particular one did seem to like her.

“Hmm, looks like he does,” Este chuckled in response. She stood up and took a few steps and the squirrel seemed to follow her, she was laughing now. The influence she was under had her laughing a little harder than she should but she didn't care, the squirrel was adorable.

“Here,” was all the old man said as he handed her a small handful of nuts, Este took the nuts in her hand and thanked the old man before sprinkling some on the ground. The squirrel ran around greedily gobbling up every single nut. She placed a small pile on the lip of the fountain where she was just sitting and her new little friend jumped right up and went to town.

“Oh my gosh,” Este gushed as the joint hung lazily off her lips and she pulled out her phone for a photo. She giggled as she snapped away, getting plenty of angles to show off to whoever would pretend to care at the party later. With the phone mere inches from her face she noticed through the screen some abnormal movement in the fountain behind the squirrel. “Woah,” she let out as she dropped her hands and focused fully on the fountain, cursing the laziness that kept her from putting in her contacts as she had to squint. “Does it usually do that?”

“Well, most squirrels only come up to people they know have food but-” the old man was in the middle of answering before Este shook her head wildly. She stepped closer to the fountain and the sight became more clear.

“No, not the squirrel. The fountain,” Este grabbed the joint and used that same hand to point at the water that was moving rapidly now.

“Oh- Huh?” The old man glanced over his shoulder at the water before shaking his head, “Do what?”

Este looked at the man incredulously, the water was glowing now. It looked like someone had melted gold, added about 50 pounds of glitter, and was now mixing it about the fountain. “That!” Este exclaimed, pointing again, “Swirl and glow.” She moved closer still until she was leaning over the lip looking at the wild water.

The man stood up this time before turning to look again, “What are you getting at!” The old man threw his arms in the air as he exclaimed but Este was barely even listening. A harsh wind was coming from the water and blowing her hair about wildly, the wind seemed to wrap around her and pull her in closer. The water was humming, a melody that felt familiar but she knew she has never heard. It was inviting, and comforting, the sensation felt perfectly safe as she reached a hand out to touch the top of the liquid gold. She could vaguely hear the old man raving about smoking too many funny cigarettes when all of it was drowned out the moment her finger came in contact with the water.

The sounds of the city turned to warbling as she was yanked into the fountain, but she never hit the bottom, she just kept falling. The warbling turned to whooshing as she fell faster and faster. The water felt thick and warm as it encompassed every inch of her being, All of the exposed skin had the sensation of pins and needles, she tried to reach her hands out to grab something, anything but the dense substance made any voluntary movement nearly impossible. She couldn't do anything except let herself fall, so that's what she did.

The end was closing in as she seemed to slow and the warbling sound came back, Este was fully expecting to fall next to the fountain but when she fell on her ass it wasn’t onto concrete.

Este groaned after she hit the ground, it wasn't a hard impact but enough to hurt. She rolled to her knees and as she was pushing herself up she noticed the cold wet floor. It was covered in jagged rocks and puddles. She pushed herself up and looked around. It was hard to see, but she made out that she was… in a cave? There was cold wind blowing off the rocks, water dripping from the ceiling, and a damp earthy smell all around.

Este felt her heart rate rise as she looked around, it was incredibly dark and stuffy. The smell caught her off guard and the breeze had her clutching her body. The light from the swirling water she just appeared from was above her head on the ceiling of the cave and the glow was fading. The only thought in Estes' brain was confusion. She looked down at the joint that was somehow still lit in her hand and noticed she was completely dry. The fountain and the old man were nowhere to be seen.

Okay, she thought, hallucinations?

She looked at the joint again before aggressively throwing it down and stomping it out. “Jesus Christ,”she muttered as she stomped. When she turned around she realized she wasn't alone, her body reacted instinctively and she jumped back, letting out a yelp at the sight. There were three men in front of her, three very large men. Este herself was tall, standing at 5’8, she was still a good foot shorter than the shortest one. With the glow gone, she could barely make out rippling muscles and… wings?

Her eyes bulged before squinting, the only light now was barely glowing red and blue LEDs that were strapped to two of the men’s chests. She couldn't make out anything other than the outline of their body, not their facial features or whatever those huge things on their back were.

“It’s a girl,” echoed off the wall. It was a deep and rough voice, an intimidating voice that held a hint of confusion. Este instinctively took a step back. “A tiny girl.” The voice now had a slightly mocking tone and Este’s blood ran cold. Her head filled with terrible and violent visions of what three strange men might do with “a tiny girl” like her.

Stumbling backward her back hit the wall of the cave and she felt trapped, the part of her brain that hadn’t switched to fight or flight was grappling for an explanation. The majority of her brain was trying to come up with a next move, if she ran their long legs would catch up to her in a near instant, but if she stayed…

She clocked the silhouettes once again and decided fighting was off the table. She tried to control the shaking that had taken over her body as she pushed her brain to come up with something, anything. She contemplated screaming, throwing rocks, and biting sensitive body parts when the middle one spoke.

“Don’t worry,” this voice was smooth and silky, it sounded comforting but Este’s logical brain wouldn’t fall for it. She could vaguely make out hands that were held up in front of him as he took a step forward. “We brought you here… to help us.”

Este didn’t bother to try and understand what the man was saying, her a-million-miles-an-hour thoughts were halted. Something else had caught her attention. A black mass had begun moving behind the men. It looked like it was seeping out of the cave walls, twisting and swirling in an unnatural way. Her eyes would have caught it if its darkness wasn’t so potent.

The mass was darker than dark, so black that it stood out against the rest of the inky environment. Este’s shaking became more violent as she watched the mass, it seemed to grow and was now surrounding the men and pooling unnoticed at their feet. Whatever comfort was in the second man’s voice was stolen by the eeriness of the creature.

“We won’t hurt you,” he stepped forward again and Este didn’t care, her focus stayed behind him. She saw something in the mass, she squinted harder trying to understand what she was seeing. It looked like the mass was producing sharp blades, tens of them layered on top of each other. No. Not blades. Teeth.

She meant to speak, to ask about the ominous mass but her voice betrayed her. She was only able to point, to gesture to the thing moving around them. She made out three heads turning over their shoulders and took the opening.

Este ran. She didn’t know if she was running deeper into the cave or towards an exit but she didn’t care. She just cared to put distance between her and that thing, getting away from those men was a plus. Behind her, she heard a low “Shit,” that matched the first voice. There was also the unmistakable sound of swords unsheathing.

“What the hell? What the hell? What in the hell!?” was what she screamed in her head as she was taking off. She had weird dreams but swords and monsters? She hadn’t conjured anything like that since her juvenile years.

Ester cursed the heels on her feet, not only were they slowing her down but they were loud. That thing or those guys could easily just follow the sound of her steps. She didn’t let up though, she pushed herself as hard as she could, thanking Shay for buying her that gym membership.

She glanced over her shoulder to see how much distance she had gained but upon glancing she saw the man with the blue LEDs was a few paces away from grabbing her.

The shock of seeing him so close made Este stumble and trip over her own frantic feet. A second yelp fell from her lips but she never hit the ground. Strong arms wrapped around her torso and she was pressed into a steely warm body.

A terrible scream tore through her throat, and flailing began “Help! Help m-“

Este was cut off when a large hand firmly covered half of her face. The action was so rough it restricted her airflow from her nose and mouth. Knowing it was futile she still tried to break free anyway. Nails digging into the foreign skin and legs kicking about wildly. She tried to drop her weight and fall out of his arms but he held firm.

She felt a warm breath on her ear that covered her neck and shoulders in goosebumps as it carried a harsh shh. “Screaming like that is going to get us killed.” This voice was a new one, rich and heavy. It was the kind of voice that conveyed an intuitive pensivity. The kind of voice that would stop people in their tracks and drag their attention to whatever was being said.

The coolness of the cave was lost on Este as her body raised many a degree. Her rational brain told her it was the lack of oxygen and the energy she was exerting in her struggle.

She had two options: give in or pass out. She was sure the man knew this too. Deciding not to be unconscious in the company of a strange man she started smacking his arm ferociously. The man uncovered Este’s nose but not her mouth. She jerked her head about trying to get him to uncover her mouth too but he responded simply, “Sorry, I can’t take that chance.”

Este took greedy breaths through her nose and the mildew smell was long gone. It had been replaced with a plentiful teakwood scent, a sweet honey-like undertone, and an uncured resemblance to a freshwater stream. The relaxation was involuntary, her tense muscles relaxed and this time she was dead weight against the chest instead of trying to fall away from it. The man let out a low hum that reverberated through her body and eased her soul. She closed her eyes and took a few more deep breaths before pensively grabbing the hand on her mouth. The man must’ve clocked the change in Este’s demeanor because he let his hand fall away.

She turned and was faced with a chest, craning her neck she couldn't make out any details of his face. He was encompassed in darkness with only the faint flickering blue light to illuminate the bottom of his face. She could see strong cheekbones, full lips, and a sharp jaw but the rest was just shadows.

“Where am I?” Her voice came out as a faint whisper. His body heat was rolling onto her in waves and she had to physically hold herself back from sinking back into the stranger’s warmth.

“We’re-“ he started but then his lips fell into a thin line as he assessed her, “It’s a long story.”

A man of few words. Normally Este would appreciate that but now she was in a strange dark cave with a strange dark man and any story is better than the one she was concocting in her head. She thought up a schizophrenic break, a weird new drug that was slipped to her without noticing, or maybe a bizarre and realistic dream.

“I’m sure I can keep up,” Este spoke firmly. No nice smell or body heat was going to keep her from rationality. She wouldn’t go with him, at least not willing, without an explanation that made sense.

“We need to get out of here,” he pushed past her, clasping a large hand around her wrist, essentially dragging her behind him.

“What? No! I’m not going anywhere with you.” Estes' volume had increased so showed her sincerity. She tried to rip her hand away but alas his grip was strong. Although she was sure wherever she was being led was better than here her stubbornness wouldn’t let up. She dug her heels into the ground in an attempt to keep from being dragged any further.

He turned around and she didn’t need to see his face to know he was annoyed, it was dripping in his voice. “Either you can come with me or I can throw you over my shoulder and you can come with me. How do you want to do this?” His grip on her wrist tightened and he yanked her arm pulling her close to him again.

She pushed back against his chest and he let her step back, ‘how courteous’ she thought sarcastically. “I’m not going anywhere with you! I don’t know you, or where the hell this is, or what the hell is going on. And if you’re not going to tell me tha-“

He cut her off with his hand again, grabbing her and turning her back to his chest again as he assessed the cave. “Shh! Don’t make a sound. Don’t even breathe.” His voice was so low she wasn’t even sure it could be considered a whisper. It was quieter than the dripping sound coming from somewhere deeper in the cave and she’s sure she wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t so close. His demeanor had shifted and that scared Este, not necessarily of him but of whatever caused the shift.

She tried to assess their surroundings as well but her eyes couldn’t make much of anything out. The man took a step forward, the action forced Este to step too, and when she did her heel clacked against the floor. They both froze at the sound and Este looked down at her boots, cursing them. Este wasn’t sure why but she knew she just fucked up. It was confirmed by the stranger's sharp breath and newly rigid body.

When Este looked up she saw the mass, the creature from before. Or maybe it was a second one. The teeth, the swirling darkness, it was all much closer than the previous one. This time without a wall of men in between, this time she was the wall. A primordial fear seeped into her bones she couldn’t help the shaking. She had premonitions of what that thing would do to her, and she was sure the stranger would throw her into it for a chance to save himself.

His grip loosened and she took that as confirmation of her fear, a soft sob stole from her lips as she felt the hot tears of fear prickling her eyes. That thing must be attracted to sound because the sob was enough for the mass to start rushing forward. It was swirling in on itself as the dark mist cleared the the short stretch between them.

The man did indeed shove her but not into the mass. He shoved her out of the way into the cave wall. He must’ve underestimated his own strength because she hit the wall- hard. Her head made contact first and the last thing she heard was a sword unsheathing as unconsciousness engulfed her.

A/N: Here we gooo, part i(New York version) from Este’s perspective. I’m excited to write this multi part fic and if one person enjoys it I’m happy😭

If you got this far I love you and if you want to check out part i(Prythian version) you can find it here

Also to all my NYC homies I’m so sorry, i really do love your city but it’s important for Ms. Este to dislike it, pls forgive meeee

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How Could You?

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: The angst train is leaving the station in 3...2...1...

Synopsis: Your husband has his suspicions that everything is not as well as it seems in the Harlow household and that you aren’t being honest with him.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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For the past few weeks, you had been running around trying to prepare for Jack coming home to the U.S. with the help of your manager Brandi, your make up artist and hair stylist Julissa, Metta, and your best friend Diamonte (Saweetie).

In between doing your festival shows, you wanted to plan to do something special for him and show him that you were proud of everything that he had accomplished so far.

First Class had done better than either of you thought it would and you felt it was only right for it to be celebrated.

You would do anything and everything for that man and you were going to make sure that he knew it.

You just had to make sure that everyone kept it a secret from Jack so that he wouldn’t find out and spoil the surprise.

It was decided that it would take place in one of Atlanta’s hottest clubs, and the guest list would be family, his best friends, and people that he has met along the way of achieving all of his accomplishments.

You were even flying in his parents, your in-laws Maggie and Brian.

The party was set to take place a week after he got back so that you could have some one on one time with him with just the two of you.

Then you would tell Urban where to take him at a certain time and surprise him.

There were nights that you got a little amount of sleep because you wanted for everything to be perfect. Only the best for your husband and nothing less.

It was around one in the morning when you received a FaceTime call from your favorite person and eagerly answered.

“OOOHHH damn daddy you fine as hell. You got a girl?”

All Jack did was laugh before answering you and shake his head.

“I have a whole wife and she will kick your ass.”

“Well, she doesn’t have to know.” You replied while winking.

“You not about to send both of us into an early grave. I think not.”

“I miss you so much. Will you hurry up and come back?”

“Just another day or so my baby. I miss you too. It’s definitely not the same without you being here.”

“I know because all of PG constantly needs a chaperone.”

“Well, we have Neelam.”

“But Neelam doesn’t know all of yall tricks and the stupid shit yall be pulling.”

“I... I can’t argue with that. But how are the festivals going? I see my baby looking like a goddess. You tryna make me have to cut somebody aren’t you?”

“Never that! But it’s going well. I can’t complain. However, I saw that video of that girl touching your face and you better be happy I wasn’t there because I would have rocked her shit into the next century. Like....”

“I know you would’ve and that was actually the first thing I thought of. I was like if Y/N saw this shit that girl would be dead.”

“I’m glad you know because no one touches what is mine.”

“And vice versa.”

“But, what are you still doing up mamas? It’s gotta be at least one in the morning over there.”

“I can’t sleep without talking to my husband first. You know this.”

“You know what? The next time I leave for an extended period of time I’m going to record my voice to help you sleep.”

“Oh my gosh, yes please. I know I’ll be out in less than fifteen minutes.”

“I got you mamas. I also got you a ton of shit over here. I can’t wait to show you.”

“Hmm, new purse?”

“Purses with an s. Plural baby.”

“Outfits?”

“Lingerie for my eyes only.”

“Damn, can’t wait for that.”

“We not leaving the bed when I get back. My hand just isn’t cutting it.”

“I can imagine. Once you had a taste of this, everything else is mediocre.”

“Cocky as shit for someone who is about to be begging me for mercy in less than three days.”

“You talk a good game Harlow, let’s see if you can actually back it up.”

“You asking for it now.”

“Always ready for you.”

“Take your ass to sleep, stink. You have a show later.”

“Fine, I am. I love you Jackman.”

“And I love you, Y/N.”

“More than ranch?”

Jack had a look of disbelief on his face and he was surprised that you would even ask him that.

“Umm... baby...”

“You can’t stick your dick in a ranch bottle!”

“Well...”

“Jack!”

“I’m just playing mamas. Yes, I love you more than ranch.... sometimes.”

“You know what? Imma beat the shit out of you.”

“You do that anyway.”

“Goodnight, Jackman!”

“Night mamas. Love you.”

Jack was frustrated. He had been back for at least three days and out of those days, you had been blowing him off.

It hadn't been on purpose.

You wanted to make sure that everything was a go and ready for the party that would be taking place.

It just so happened that every single day a new problem would pop up that you had to fix.

You kept promising him that you would make it up to him, but his curiosity was starting to get the best of him.

So, what did he do?

Elect his best friend to go with him and do some investigating.

You would use the excuse of having to meet with Brandi, but when Jack had asked her she got flustered with her answer and he just knew something was up and that she was trying to cover for you.

Jack and Urban were now sitting in his car across the street from one of the most expensive restaurants in Atlanta looking at you through a window sitting with an unknown man. They had followed you and Urban had felt uneasy about the whole thing. There was just no way in the world that you would cheat on Jack. He wasn’t believing it for a second, but his best friend felt otherwise.

“Jack, you need to give her the benefit of the doubt.”

“But, she’s been blowing me off since I got back. All to find out she’s with this dude in an expensive ass restaurant that I usually take her to. And the fact that she’s out and about where people can see her?”

“Y/N would never cheat on you.”

“Yeah, I thought the same thing until now.”

“Jack, come on bro. She’s not like that. I think you need to ask her.”

“All for her to lie to my face again? She’s been acting sketchy as hell.”

“There’s gotta be a reason for it.”

“And she didn’t tell you anything?”

“No, nothing at all.”

Which Jack thought was weird because you told Saweetie and Urban everything.

“Yeah, I’m...” Jack made a motion to open the car door, but Urban quickly pulled him back.

“You better stay your ass in this car until you know for a fact what is going on. Don’t go in there and make an ass of yourself.”

“Fine, I’ll confront her later.”

“Then whatever happens, we’ll deal with it.”

“Did she just....”

“No, she didn’t kiss him, they only hugged. Calm down.”

“Like that makes it any better.”

“Just wait it out.”

The next two days after that was the same thing.

You meeting up with another unknown man and they followed you.

Then the next day you actually did meet with Brandi and Saweetie when you told him that you were going shopping because the Golden Girls (your four puppies) needed new collars.

All to come back home with no collars in hand, Jack was livid.

It was now the day of the party and your husband was acting... weird.

He didn’t kiss you when you woke up.

Was dodging your hugs all day.

And just not being himself.

It was almost time for the surprise party and you were currently in your walk in closet trying to decide on something to wear when Jack walked in. You wanted to have both of your outfits coordinate and had already picked his out. You just hadn’t gave it to him yet.

“Hi, baby. You okay, did you need something?”

“Hmm, nope.”

“What’s wrong? You’ve been off all day.” You asked as you tried to give him a hug, but he dodged your embrace again.

“And you’ve been off all week.”

“Babe, come on. I told you I was just busy with Brandi. I’m sorry. I can make it up to you tonight.”

“Cut the bullshit because that isn’t true.”

“Uhh, what? I was with Brandi and Diamonte.”

Now you were panicking to try and come up with a quick excuse because you didn’t want him to find out.

“You think I’m fucking stupid, don’t you?”

“Baby, come on. No, I don’t.”

"So, who the hell have you been sneaking around with these past few days?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Y/N. So, you think you can cheat on me and get away with it?"

"Jackman Thomas this better be a fucking joke because..."

"So, you admit it?"

"I didn't admit to shit and the fact that you think I would cheat on you!? How could you EVER think that?!”

"THEN WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN? YOU'VE BLOWN ME OFF EVERY SINGLE DAY THIS WEEK SINCE I’VE BEEN BACK!"

"I WAS PLANNING A SURPRISE PARTY FOR YOUR DUMB ASS!"

"Wait, what?"

"Because I've seen how hard you have been working and all that you had accomplished and I wanted to celebrate that. Between me doing festival shows, I’ve been planning this for weeks. I just had to tie up some loose ends this week to make sure that everything was good for tonight. Sorry for actually trying to be a good wife."

There were now tears streaming down your face as you quickly threw on some sweats and a t-shirt. You grabbed your purse and tried to make your way towards the door.

"Baby... wait a minute... I.."

"Just leave me alone. You've done enough by telling me that you don't trust me. Like I fucking love you and you know how much I do and I would do ANYTHING for you and just..."

"But I do trust you and I know that!"

"Apparently you don’t. Let my hand go because you are literally the last person that I want to be around right now."

“Baby, please.”

“Have fun at your party.” You snatched your hand out of his embrace and tried to wipe away your tears.

You skip the steps two at a time to then be met with Urban at the bottom of the stairs. You take it that he had heard the entire exchange. He saw the tears streaming down your face and instantly felt bad.

"Y/N..."

"I'll send you the address, just make sure he's there in 2 and a half hours."

“Where are you going?”

Without another word, you slammed the door behind you not having a destination in mind on where to go.

Your mind was blown.

He really thought that you would cheat on him.

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lueurichor · 2 months

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Cellphone spying! TDA Edition (;TWP)

(I'll be asking this same question to respective other sub-fandoms in the Shadowhunter community so that we have a net-profit of fantastic phone snooping of our own favs)

What are their most used apps, their background photos, their favourite social media, and do they have a pop socket or a special kind of case? etc.! Let's get started!

This ask applies to each TDA cast member of note as well TWP (mainly just to emphasis that KiTy and Dru matter! haha)

❤️‍🔥 Type of Phone: Do they use their phone a lot? What brand is it? What type of model is it? Are they interested in a lot of gadgets or is it very outdated? Does it have a cracked screen? Do they splurge often to buy their phone? Why is it that model?

❤️‍🔥Type of Phone case- Is it utilitarian? Is it branded? Is it funny quirky and often changed up to match certain outfits? Or does it have a string around sometimes just to be useful for i.e. when they take shifts and are on patrol so they have and its very to have a case that wraps around them? What colour is it? Why is it that colour or design?

❤️‍🔥 Most Used Apps: I.e. is it Instagram, Spotify, Mail, Netflix, DC Universe Infinite?

❤️‍🔥 Favourite Random App: i.e. something bizarre like like Hiking trails or Vinted

❤️‍🔥Favourite Social Media App: Is it Instagram? Do they use instagram live a lot? Or reels? Or do they prefer using TikTok for live content?

❤️‍🔥 Favorite App Game: Could it be Candy crush? Or do they not not play games? Is it because of lack of storage?

❤️‍🔥Home & Lock-Screen Photos: What is their wallpaper right now? Do they change it regularly? If so to what? Or is it a generic wallpaper that never changes and it comes wit the phone? Or is it of family members? Maybe a wallpaper affiliated with a sports team or a favourite fandom? Or a fandom ship? Is it a different wallpaper from their home screen?

❤️‍🔥Group Chats (the most frequented): Are they in many different Group Chats? Or they absolutely refusing to be a part of group chats? Or at least a few? If so what, are the group chat's names and who is a part of it? Do they keep the group notifications on? Or muted?

❤️‍🔥 Organization: How do they organise their phone? Is it into sub-folders? How is it organised by theme? How frequently they reach for the app?

❤️‍🔥 Most Called: Who do they call the most? And how often do you say? Or does this person not need to call their person often bc they are often WITH them?

❤️‍🔥Prefers to Call or FaceTime: Video calls or phone calls?

❤️‍🔥 Most Texted: Who do they most text? Their siblings? Their love interest? Their best friend? Who?

❤️‍🔥#1 Emergency Contact: ?

❤️‍🔥Alarms: How many alarms does this person set? Do they use alarms solely for waking up? Or does they set reminders for different tasks or timers for assignments? How much backlog of alarms is there of alarms? Or do they keep only the few they use on the regularly?

❤️‍🔥What news apps do they get their current events?: Do they even check in on current events? Or do they get it from podcasts? Or do they get their news from social media? And if so which?

❤️‍🔥 Social Media Usage: Are they, 'popular' on social media? Thus having a high follower count? What do they tend to post to 'the public'? Are they gearing their instagram or TikTok for a more artistic angle or sharing private important moments to the public? i.e. what they eat, what their favourite show is right now? Do they curate it to a specific aesthetic? Or do they not bother at all? and can go a long time without checking their social media? Do they have a burner account they use to follow all their favourite things and spy on people? Or do they not play that game?

❤️‍🔥 Most Listened to Song (currently): ?

❤️‍🔥Most Listened to Podcast (currently):?

And that's it for now! Thank you thank you for indulging us with your detailed creatives, I hope you will find this as fun as I can anticipate when I go giddy seeing your lovely answers that are at this point as close to canon as real!

xoxo

Regarding the Cellphone-Spying

This is an Answer-Post to a really nice & intriguing question I received from @emmalovesfitzloved.

I really don’t know how freaking long this answer-post will be, so I hope y’all are in for this ride!

We’re starting off with Kit, since he's definitely one of my favorite characters and also one for whom I have lots of personal head canons & theories, which will make this a lot easier. He was also the first one that came to mind!

I also made some categories to please my perfectionistic, organization-obsessed brain. Hopefully, it’ll make everything look less long & intimidating.

The Outside

So, first of all, Kit definitely has an IPhone. I'm thinking maybe 11 or 12 model-wise, and for sure either a blue or silver one (though the light blue one is the most obvious choice for sure)

He would have one of these weird-ass clear cases with the circle thingy, the only reason being that everybody else uses those as well, and he didn't really feel the need to stand out (at least not through his choice of phone case??)

Also, he is one of those people who store absolutely everything in their phone case. Keys, money, hair clips (for Mina), chewing gum, guitar picks (my kit-attempts-to-play-the-guitar-headcanon is very strong), a paper heart (from either Ty or Mina, you decide) and random pieces of garbage

All his wallpapers, not matter if we're talking home- or lock screen, are always pictures of him with his loved ones. Always. Ty basically lives on his lock-screen rent-free at this point.

In terms of accessories, I will definitely stand by the fact that he uses very old, partly damaged wired headphones (instead of listening to his boyfriend!) and is very stubborn about it. He also uses a pop socket, either one of those black-and-white checked ones or one with some sort of comic or movie reference.

The Inside

Apps

He has an average amount of apps, mostly socials and unnecessary games he downloaded because of advertisements but never really uses.

There isn't really an organization to them (like color-coded or something); he just lets them be where they are.

Most used Apps: WhatApp, YouTube and Google (pretty basic)

Personalization

Alarms: He actually only needs like three alarms, the first one being the most annoying sound ever (summit), and the others just in case.

Ringtone: He definitely had a duck-one at some point, simply out of spite and to scare Jace.

People

The people he texts the most are Ty and Dru. I would actually even say that he and Dru have more messages together than he and Ty, for numerous reasons. One of them being the fact that their chats contain many many playful arguments which result in tons of short messages and emoji-spams. Also, Ty isn't really a texter in my mind, and the two of them are around each other the whole time anyway.

In terms of who he calls the most, it's definitely Ty and Tessa, who's also his #1 Emergency Contact. Kit calls Tessa a lot, not only to talk to Mina who does not have a phone, but also just to check in, get advice or just talk for a bit. Him and Ty do both normal calls and video calls, but only if they're away from each other, normally, which doesn't happen too frequently. But when it does, they'll be calling each other a lot!

Group Chats, whew. This is gonna be a long one😅 There is, of course, a family group chat with Jem, Tessa and Kit, that'll have Mina in it later. Just a basic one, I would say, where he always replies (like the good son he is). He's also definitely in a chat with the whole Blackthorn-Family (in which he's mostly active through weird emoji-reactions) and the TWP-Gang (which he keeps muted A LOT, mostly because of Dru). And then there's a really unnecessary Herondale Group Chat, which Jace thinks is very important (it only has him and Kit in it at the moment; they're waiting for eventual children to add😭).

That's it for now, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! I know I did not cover every single question, there'll be coming more later, hopefully!

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Recommended BTS Fics of December 💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of december! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Cherries || @j4goh 🔞✅

↳ jungkook as your many firsts, including the first one to make you cum in seconds.

First Kiss || @starsin-youreyes💕✅

↳ "we should really never do this again unless you want me to be completely head over heels for you."

Glitch || @koostarcandy💕✅

↳ a slight malfunction in your brain led to one of your greatest life choices.

Muse || @jvngkook97-blog💕✅

↳ in which Jungkook is a contestant on a reality show for top artists in the nation and he asks you to partake in a FaceTime interview at the last second.

Main Story -> Art Of The Soul

On Mute || @yoon-kooks 🔞💕✅💯

↳ You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you weren’t interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings… until he unknowingly confides in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game.

Choices || @jjngkook7💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ Jungkook finally found her. His mate. His lifelong partner. But she's a human. Does he have to stay with her or can he stick it to whatever and whoever binds mates together and make his own decision?

Come Sail Away || @the-boy-meets-evil 🔞💕💔✅

↳ kim seokjin is the captain of a sailing team bound for one of the biggest regattas around. only one problem: that team also includes taehyung, who's incredibly accident prone. will he let you save the day despite your history?

Riding Fake || @ugh-yoongi💕💔✅

↳ (or, the one where you think you’re getting a fake boyfriend, but you end up with a whole lot more.)

Sweetener || @taegularities 🔞💕✅

↳ you used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. Feelings shouldn’t reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place once again, this is exactly what happens.

Darksided || @eoieopda🔞💕✅💯

↳ Min Yoongi adored you. He’d simply never hurt you - unless you asked.

Don’t Argue || @yoongiofmine 🔞💕✅💯

↳ After almost six years together, Yoongi asked you to move in with him. You’re done packing your whole apartment for the move, and he shows up to make sure your last night at your old place is special.

Run || @idekhowtodothis🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkookk doesnt want you to leave him for some stupid karaoke party so he tries his best to make you stay. Although his intentions start out playful, they quickly grow corrupted, especially after your somewhat hurtful words

Very Familiar || @champagneher💕✅

↳ being jin’s girlfriend brings good moments with the members as well.

Wax On || @monimonimoon💕✅

↳ Your waxer cancelled on you last minute and there was no one else available. Your boyfriend volunteers and, against all your better judgement, you let him do it.

Bunny Adventures || @kooktrash 🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ you had absolutely no intentions of ever owning a hybrid until jungkook came along. a mistreated, misunderstood rabbit hybrid who’d only ever wanted was to be treated like an equal.

Changing Times || @moonlightkoo💕💔🔄💯💯💯

↳ In which Jeon Jungkook has been sentenced for community service at a hybrid rehabilitation center- and what began as a simple punishment for his petty crimes, ends with life lessons he will probably never forget.

This Could Be Home || @bangtanflirt💕💔🔄

↳ As a purebred adopted by a high class family, some would think Jungkook had it all–but the pain behind the facade inevitably catches up to him. It’s only when you and Hoseok enter his life does he (gradually) allow himself to feel happiness again.

Guilty || @xjoonchildx🔞💕💔✅

↳ as the man at the top, kim namjoon has almost everything he wants. almost. could a familiar face from the past change his future?

Ride Or Die || @btsmosphere💕💔🔄

↳ yoongi isn’t sure when he became so accustomed to your ineffably cheery presence. until he sees that innocence crack, he hadn’t realised how far he would go to keep it there.

Touch || @intplayboy💕💔🔄💯

↳ you have finally escaped the filthy jail you were made to grow up in as a guinea pig. on your way out, you bump into two members of south korea's most infamous mafia gang. stunned by the rather intriguing encounter with you, the younger one decides to bring you back to their home base in secret, only to have their plan foiled when the rest of the gang catches them red handed and the entire group unanimously decides what to do with the strange girl, which is you.

Fighting Heart || @kooktrash 🔞💕💔✅

↳ never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows there’s a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. you’re everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more.

Mate || @7deadlysinsfics💕💔🔄💯

↳ Jungkook knew in his soul from the moment your eyes met his in the forest that you were his mate, that he was meant to protect you at any cost. You’d been through hell while escaping a place that had treated you horribly since your childhood, and it was strange how calm you felt in his presence when you found yourself in an unfamiliar place with a stranger. Something inside of you told you to trust him.

Not So Bossy || @jungkookschin💕💔✅

↳ An irksome feeling infests Jungkook's system when his girlfriend lets him know that she can't meet up after not seeing him for three weeks.

Schlimazel || @intplayboy💕💔🔄💯

↳ [ schlimazel - a consistently unlucky person. ] you surely did not imagine encountering the individuals you admire most while beaten and bruised. yet, it ironically became the beginning of an unforeseen and beautiful friendship that unknowingly evolved beyond that.

Silver Sugar || @moonlightkoo 💕💔🔄💯

↳ He's heavy boots, silver chains, piercings and ink, while you are pastel colors, soft clothes and shy smiles. There's no way he's interested in you. He's just being nice. Right?

Already Mine || @i-am-baechu 🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ “I do.” Two simple words that changed her whole world. The man that gave her love that she never had before and a child that looked just like him with her eyes, a story for the ages. It wasn’t until the mornings changed and the warmth he once had turned cold. Nothing made sense but at the same time everything did. All she wanted was him but maybe that's not what he wants...

Cinnamon Bliss || @yoonia🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus || @daydreamer-writing💕✅

↳ Yoongi didn't know what to do with kids. Especially not with 3-year old Jungkook, but his Seokjin Hyung asked him to babysit, so who is he to refuse. Yoongi still didn't know what to do with kids, especially not with Jungkook, who just told him that he witnessed his mom kissing Santa Claus.

Take On The World || @sweetestofchaos💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ When the Min pack go to Vegas the last thing they expect is for their Pack Omega to imprint on…a child! Join the guys as they travel along the path of parenting with all it’s highs and lows.

The Line Between Love and War || @purpleyoonn🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.

Hoseok!Au - College Au || @notevenagoodgirl💕💔✅

↳ An AU where Hoseok and Y/N don’t really get along even though they’re in the same group of friends. What happens when shitty roommates and monthly bills bring them closer than ever?

I Fell In Love With A Girl Group Stan || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔✅

↳ Going to a BTS concert with her best friend was an anxiety attack waiting to happen because she only knew a handful of their songs and felt like an intruder but she didn’t want her to go alone. She made two mistakes. Number one, not changing her lockscreen from Irene to something else and number two, wearing a Red Velvet lanyard. When her friend wins a raffle to meet them, everything changes for her and the youngest member; especially when her alarm starts playing Bad Boy in the middle of her sentence.

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts social media au #bts dad au #bts single dad au #bts mafia au #bts hybrid au #bts established relationship au #bts enemies to lovers au #bts friends to lovers au #bts childhood friends to lovers au #bts best friends to lovers au #bts fic recs #bts recs

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 86- WINGS 8

Chapter Summary: After 3 years, Jennie finally dyes her hair for a BTS comeback and films her WINGS 8 Concept video.

Words: 9,000+

Author's Note: Some smol angst regarding Jimin's diet during the BST era. And mentions of anxiety. I apologize in advance :(

I'm going to create a smol chapter when it's around that time for the love yourself videos. I'd like to put my spin on it, not going too much into the crazy theories. I'm hoping to write more of Jen's story for it. And I wonder if I made it obvious who found Jennie for her WINGS video at the end of the chapter. I'll write about all that when it's around 2017 in the story. Some ideas sparked in my head when those videos were released years ago and I kept them in my old documents. I gotta revisit them and check out everything.

I had thought of this idea for her concept video and decided to just stick with it and have fun with it instead of stressing about making her fit "perfectly" in this comeback. Supernatural type of shiz. And I did some research on using a Damien quote from the book to add to it. I think it fits quite well imo.

I lost count of how many times I changed Jennie's WINGS song. It's getting ridiculous at this point. But for this, I decided to go a different route. Jennie has said that she wants to be a versatile artist, especially as she looked up to Rihanna as an inspiration for that, singing in different genres.

I LOVE PVRIS! One of my favorite groups. I'm not too big on their new music and the direction they're going musically these days but am always vibing to their old stuff. I truly miss their old sound tbh.

I decided to choose a song called I Don't Wanna Do This Anymore from PVRIS' latest album, for Jen's song. I really like the vibe as it would showcase her skills on the launchpad and I love the lyrics. I'll probably switch it up a little bit. I wanted her song for WINGS to be blunt and a bit sad. Like literally she is telling people she does not want to do this anymore. She does not want to perform, she does not want to be famous, she wants out, which was how she felt during the situation of her sister's play and getting mobbed by all those people. So, she'll express those negative feelings in the song. And I thought of her changing the lyrics to be more optimistic as the song goes on. Maybe for the chorus. I even thought of the fan chant ARMY would do. She would sing negatively, and they'd respond positively. For instance, when RM sang "I wish I could love myself." for Reflection and ARMY shouted, "WE LOVE YOU!"

So yeah, I think that's it. I'm rambling but I'm not going to overthink it too much when it comes to her song for this album. I had a vision for her WINGS video and I kind of hope it makes sense. So I'm just going to go with the flow :) Happy reading!!

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Jennie made it back to America safely and Facetimed the boys to let them know. She was lying on her bed, feeling the jetlag as the boys expressed how much they were already missing her. After speaking to them, she finally had one on one time with Yoongi.

"And thanks again for the cookies. I tried to make them stretch but it was too good," he said. "Now I have to impatiently wait for you to return to make me some more,"

She giggled at that. "Sounds like a plan. I'm happy the mixtape is being well received,"

"Me too. So many streams on SoundCloud. Thank you again for your help,"

"Always. I knew it would do well,"

Once July 31/August 1 hit, How's This was finally released and Jennie got to watch the two Music Videos as well as the jacket shooting. She and Hyuna looked fun and the visuals were astounding. Now, of course, there were those kinds of fans that would complain that Jennie was acting 'too grown'. She already saw tweets about it with fans babying her and saying that she shouldn't act too sexy. But she chose to ignore it and just enjoy what she and Hyuna created.

She thought about the filming as she watched the jacket shooting video.

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Dressed in one of many outfits for the video, Jennie and Hyuna awaited instructions while they stood on the set that resembled a club different from the first music video.

"I'm getting more comfortable with this sexy vibe because of you. Doing this with you, I feel at ease. So, I am so stoked to be here with you today," Jennie told her with a smile.

Hyuna looked relieved. "I'm happy. I was a little nervous asking you if you wanted to do this. I sighed out of relief when I got confirmation that this collab was a go,"

When they saw that Cube wanted to film a documentary on this music video, they waved at the camera.

"Today Jennie is with me to film! I am so happy that she is a part of this fun song," Hyuna said, clapping her hands.

"Hi~!" Jennie hugged her from behind, waving to the camera. "We are ready to shoot~!"

"This is going to be fun! Stay tuned!"

Jennie let go of her and cheered, "Fighting!"

"Fighting!" she high fived her.

Jennie was filmed first and they started with shots of her being sexy and having fun inside the club while lip-syncing the song. Walking through the club, she met up with Hyuna who danced along with her. For How's This with the version with Jennie in it, the choreography was different and looked more fluid instead of all the body shaking. In Jen's opinion, this choreography fit better for the song after working on new moves with Hyuna. They performed the choreography in the crowd and then did some twerking shots.

As the crew prepared for the next take, the camera showed Jen and Hyuna talking again.

"How was the first music video shoot?" Jennie asked.

"It was fun! It went well. I kissed one of the guys on camera," Hyuna felt flustered about the mature kiss.

"OOP!" Jen covered her mouth, making her giggle and hold onto her. She turned to the camera and repeated herself, "OOP!"

For another shot, after an outfit change, Hyuna and Jennie danced together behind a background. It reminded them of a honeycomb as they lip-synced.

Before Jen knew it, she was in the area she wanted to film at the most. The DJ booth.

"My happy place. Look at it. I am in love," she pointed over to the DJ booth. "Errbody throw yo hands up, we getting' hot, hot, hot, hotter!" she sang her verse from fire cutely before giggling.

When filming commenced, she approached the DJ and asked if she could take over. Winking at him, she placed the headset on and began mixing for the party while dancing around. The party got more lively once she began to DJ while Hyuna joined her as they lip-synced the chorus.

eottae igeon eottae

eottae chumchuja

Up dwae igeon Up dwae

Up dwae chumchuja

Jen was filmed all over the place for her shots. Hyuna had a lot of shots already from the previous music video and Cube just needed more Jen and then her together with Hyuna. Shots consisted of her lying across a table while lip-syncing, dancing on the table, then filmed against the wall as she flipped her hair and swayed her hips around.

"Is this too much?" Jen giggled as she watched her shots with Hyuna.

'As if looks could kill. Her piercing gaze against the screen flusters Jennie'

"Oh no, I bit my lip," she laughed. "I didn't even notice. Pure instinct. We look good, though,"

The last shot consisted of a dance battle. Jennie had a group of black dancers with her against Hyuna and her dancers.

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Jennie smiled at the memory and was excited to perform it live near award season. After watching the videos, she scrolled through Twitter and saw what was going on. BlackPink had recently debuted and she loved their debut music videos. Although she was still hurt about 2NE1, she loved seeing new groups debut.

But because one of the BlackPink members was also named Jennie, it started some fan wars, which made no sense at all.

'Netizens compare BTS' Jennie to BlackPink's Jennie. Who is better?' read the latest controversial ALLKPOP article.

It didn't sit right with BlackPink and BTS fans as the comment section was filled with mixed reactions. It was drama waiting to explode.

'So we have a Black Jennie and a Korean Jennie'

'There can only be ONE Jennie and I choose BTS' Jennie'

'BP's Jennie is what BTS' Jennie wishes she was'

'Ugh STOP already'

'I think BTS' Jennie is better.'

'BP's Jennie has more charisma. BTS' Jennie still hasn't shown what she is all about. Her part in fire was cute but I wish she did more. I kinda gave up on her as my bias and moved on to Jimin'

'LOL I bet BTS' Jennie is threatened by BP's Jennie'

'BlackPink's Jennie showed more effort and energy in her debut than BTS' Jennie. Just stating facts. I'd take BlackPink's debut over BTS' any day'

'Jennie and Jennie. I love it. I hope they meet'

'Are you serious?!'

'Ew wtf is this article?'

'BlackPink's Jennie is still a rookie. She has a long way to go before getting up to BTS' Jennie's level'

'Can you not? This is disrespectful to both girls. They both are doing great'

'I'm tired of people comparing groups. Just love and support both'

'I hope they become friends'

'Eh...BP's Jennie is better and prettier. She wears better outfits too. BTS' Jennie has been looking rough for a while. She gained a few pounds too. I miss her debut look'

'Who cares? They both flop'

'BlackPink's Jennie ain't even all that.'

'The difference is BlackPink's Jennie knows how to rap. BTS' Jennie's little Full Moon cover wasn't that great. She annoying af'

'BTS' Jennie just doesn't have that IT factor like BP's Jennie does.'

'I like Blackpink's Jennie more'

''Stop pitting women against women. It's disgusting'

'Delete this article. They're both great'

Jennie frowned and rolled her eyes at the name of the article and scrolled past to look at something more positive. It seemed like they were trying to get her to reply and react but she refused. First, they did this with Alex Reid, and now BlackPink's Jennie. It needed to stop. She was not going to be the "mean girl" that the media wanted her to be and make people think that she hated or was jealous of other female idols like Alex and Jennie Kim.

The last thing she was going to do was let the media try to make her think negatively about someone whom she hadn't met. She refused to be sucked into this jealous and petty scenario with BlackPink's Jennie. She was excited about what BlackPink would be doing and wished the best for them.

Suddenly she received a notification from V-Live about Hobi going live and began to watch it.

"Oh, that's right. Bangtan is in Japan for their concerts," she murmured.

"We had our concert, tonight. It didn't feel the same without Munchkin with us. Jennie, if you are watching, I hope you are doing well," Hobi said on camera in his hotel room.

"Doing good, missing you guys," she sighed.

But then something weird happened on the live. The comments started bringing up other members. Fans then began to ask for Jungkook, V, Jimin, and Yoongi.

"No, they didn't..." Jennie looked on in disbelief at the comments.

All Hobi wanted was to spend time with Armies and now this happened. It made her upset and then she watched as he went to Jimin's room and then left abruptly after a few minutes. Jimin was also stunned because it was Hobi's phone on the live so what in the world?

Unable to keep her thoughts to herself, she went to Twitter to tweet about it.

'Are you KIDDING me? Did you REALLY just ask for other members while J-Hope was trying to talk to you? #Jen'

'No, like really the amount of disrespect is completely unacceptable. The hell is wrong with some of y'all? #Jen'

'You got me ALL the way f'ed up! Don't ever do that to Hobi #Jen'

'We take time out of our day to talk to you one on one but you ask for the others? You need to consider our feelings and how bad it makes us feel. #Jen'

Her tweets blew up and spread like wildfire as fans were commenting sorry and tweeted sad emojis. A lot agreed with her tweets while some others began to complain that she was overreacting.

'I know right!? Like how dare them?!'

'Ennie, we're sorry'

'These fans are so disrespectful. Please don't think all ARMY are like this.'

'I am so bothered by them doing that crap.'

'omg shut up,'

'You must be one of them asking for other members if you're telling her to shut up. YOU shut up! Jennie is speaking facts!'

'What are you so extra for? Calm down,'

'Here she goes always sticking her nose in everyone's business. All the way in America. Just stay in America and go away,'

'I cannot believe they did that. Ugh'

'GO OFF SIS! This infuriates me! Hobi don't deserve this'

'I'm so sad...'

'We don't deserve him'

'I cannot believe this. And they call themselves an Army?'

'Yeah...my heart is broken'

'IM SOOOOO MAD!'

'The sweetest sunshine ever and gets treated like this. I want to cry'

Jen then tweeted one final tweet before going on a social media break.

'ARMY, don't apologize to me. Apologize to Hobi...#Jen'

Later that evening after Jimin ended the live that was supposed to be him and Hobi, she facetimed him after he got his phone back.

"Hey, Jennie," J-Hope greeted with a fake smile but she saw right through it.

"Nah uh. Don't do that. Screw them for making you feel like that,"

"It's okay. Don't worry about it," he shook his head. "They just want to see the other members,"

"No. I will worry about it. You're upset and bummed out. I understand. I wish I was there to take you out and treat you to food or something. That was so rude of them and they are so ungrateful. Those aren't real fans. Don't let them get to you, okay? You have real fans who love and appreciate you. Love and respect you. Love and support you," she went on as he listened.

"Hobi, they can call me annoying or whatever for my tweets, I don't care. What just happened was wrong and unfair," she declared. "And if you don't want to be vocal about it, then I will because I refuse to sit here and let people do this to you. You don't deserve that. You should get just as much love and affection as the rest of us. I love and cherish you. Always. Don't ever forget that. I'm going to always have your back,"

Hobi broke out into a huge smile at her words and began to feel better. "Thank you, Jennie. I appreciate you cheering me up,"

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While being home, Jen spent the majority of her time in her room which was also her mini studio. Although she wasn't physically there with the group to work on their upcoming album, she still did her part and sent in her vocals and instrumentals.

For the WINGS album, she was going to be more involved in the music. For now, everyone is focused on their solo songs. She was first involved in working on Jungkook's song, Begin. Since she had been home, Jungkook had sent her his vocals and asked if he sounded OK. Every time was better than the last which boosted his confidence as he recorded. Jennie's role in his song was to play the guitar.

With her headphones on her ears, she played the guitar smoothly under his angelic vocals. Begin was about his journey to Seoul and meeting Bangtan. It was beautiful. The lyrics did not mention her but talked more about the rest of the boys. His brothers. Jungkook kept apologizing to her about it and said he had something planned for her in the future. She was not bothered by it at all and understood. If anything, her curiosity towards what he had planned for her rose as she thought about what he was going to do.

After sending the music back to Big Hit, she got confirmation that it was great and continued working on the rest of her assigned songs. Next up was Jimin's song called Lie. She worked on the background vocals and guitar for his song. Out of every solo song by the guys, this one was her favorite and she was so proud of him for his efforts. She couldn't help but smile as she listened to the demo track after putting her recorded guitar chords in it.

Closing her eyes, she began to focus on the emotion of the song and pondered on her background vocals. This song was about lying and the conflict due to lies and temptation. So, she wanted to try to have some emotion and desperation in her vocals to fit the tone. She recorded her light breathy 'yeahs' in the beginning and sang 'Naega malhae' under his voice.

Be smooth like a like a snake

beoseonago sipeunde

Hearing an opening instrumental part after his voice, she hummed but shook her head, stopping the song.

"Nah...maybe it should be better. Humming is too common. I should do something different," she pondered, taking off her headphones.

She spent the next hour working on what would fit during that part. Her notebook with crossed out words and random lyrics was all over her papers as she worked on thinking what would work for his song. She wanted something to pop and to be memorable.

"Ah...woo...woo." she wrote down.

She began to sing it out several times in diverse ways until she found a tone that fit with the song.

"I should make it a little haunting when I edit it. A tad bit of autotune or something..."

Putting her headphones back on, she stood by her microphone and pressed record as it played Jimin's song. The first opening notes were clear enough to give listeners one hell of an eargasm. The producers that put the violin and other string instruments were geniuses.

"Yeah," she said in a high, breathy tone while looking at her notebook in her hands.

As soon as Jimin's voice filled her ears, she sang softly under his vocals, "Naege malhae..."

Neoui dalkomhan misoro naege

"Naege malhae..."

soksagideut nae gwitgae malhae

"Yeah. Don't be like a prey, be smooth like a like a snake,"

beoseonago sipeunde

Finding that inner strength in her voice, she belted out, "Ah woo woo~"

naegeseo tteona tteona tteonajwo

naegeseo tteona tteonajwo

"Ah woo woo~"

mworado nareul nareul guhaejwo

nareul guhaejwo

This song was such a bop as she swayed around to the song, focused.

gyesokdwae domangchyeobwado

geojit soge ppajyeoisseo

Caught in a lie!

"I'm drowning, I'm losing myself. I can't disobey, I can't break away..." she sang emotionally under his vocals.

nae useumeul dollyeonwajwo

Caught in a lie!

"This torment gets worse every day."

i gotongeseo heeonal su eobseo

beolbanneun nareul guhaejwo

After recording everything multiple times, she went on to edit and made sure her vocals fit nicely under his. Things were coming together as that bright smile appeared on her face. She was so satisfied with this. She hoped he and the producers like it when they did their final touches.

Her phone buzzed and she sat back in her seat to read a text from Jimin.

Jimin: Ennie, I know you're awake! Don't stress over it too much. Get some sleep, okay? We can work on the song tomorrow.

Jen: Facetime me. I just sent you what I created :D

It didn't take long for them to be on Facetime together as Jimin was thrilled to see her face.

"Ennie! What time is it over there?"

"Late but it's okay," she said and yawned.

"You should really go to bed. You look so sleepy," he looked concerned for her when he noticed her tired eyes.

"I know, I know. I will."

"I miss you," he pouted.

"And I miss you, too. Don't worry, I'll be back in Korea before you know it,"

"Well, I hope it's soon! It's not the same without you here," the 95 Liner shook his head. "The guys...I...we're kind of all over the place without our Bangtan Girl to keep us in order. We're a bit of a mess. It's weird without you. We just want you to come home,"

His words made her heart leap as she felt emotional, yet again. But then the word 'home' struck her. She was already 'home' in America. But the fact that he said 'home' as in living with them in Korea made tears appear in her eyes.

"Jimin..." she smiled sadly. "It won't be much longer, I hope. Being away from you and everyone else in Korea is a struggle. As soon as I come back, I will nap this jetlag off and we can all go out to eat,"

"I would like that very much, Ennie. So, you wanted me to call you?"

"Yes. Check the email. I sent my work for your song. I hope it sounds okay."

"Wait, you finished it?! All of it? Your background vocals and all?"

"Yeah! I just gotta finish up Stigma and the others,"

"You worked on it so quickly."

"Well, you are a priority," she smiled softly, earning an adorable eye smile from him.

Him a priority? That made his heart leap.

"I played around with it and I like how it sounds. Play it. If you like it, I will send it to the producers to see if they give it the OK. And if you want me to change something, let me know."

Opening up the file, Jimin played it for both of them. The look in his eyes when he heard her guitar was priceless.

"Oh-my-God," he blurted out in English, causing her to laugh. "They have to accept this! This is-this is so good! Thank you for doing this for me. I hope this version makes it on the album after they do their final touches. And if they reject it, let us release it on SoundCloud. Army should hear this,"

"Sounds like a plan,"

After shutting down her computer and ending her call, Jen sat on her bed and tuned in to Jin's Eat Jin V-Live on her laptop. There he was with Jungkook and Jimin rambling about various things. And they had her cracking up with their bickering when they playfully fought over snacks.

But once fans brought up Jennie in the comments, her heart ached as she realized how much she missed the guys. Especially Jungkook. She missed his hugs. How he would hold her firmly and gaze down at her with that adorable smile of his. This visa needed to hurry up and go through. She wanted to wrap her arms around her man again.

"How is Jennie?" Jin read the comment. "My sweetie is doing fine. She has been working very hard. Please look forward to her return. Jennie, you are missed dearly,"

She let out a chuckle, "I miss you, too..."

"I miss your baking, too," he added, making her laugh at the screen. "Bake for me when you come back. Just don't tell the others,"

"We're sitting right here, Hyung!" Jimin called out. "Bake for me, not him!"

"Hush!" Jin playfully smacked him while Jungkook laughed. Turning back to the camera like he knew she was watching, he continued. "The dorm doesn't smell that great without your bath and body works items. You know, the ones you always buy for us. Please return soon and get the visa straightened out. I look at your picture in my wallet every day," he showed Armies the photo of him and her back in 2015.

"He still has that picture?" Jen murmured as she smiled.

"Jungkookie misses her the most," Jimin teased, making the Golden Maknae blush and look down shyly.

"Of course, she's my best friend. I bet she misses me more than you two," Jungkook added.

"Lies! I am Jennie's favorite," Jin stated.

Laughing, Jennie went on to text Jungkook.

Jen: Awwww this live is too cute. I miss you guys, more. I'll be back soon. P.S: I miss you the most, Kookie. I love you. Can't wait to hug and kiss you again

Ding!

The sound of bells was heard as Jungkook looked down at his phone. He read her text with a big smile and looked up at the camera like he felt her looking back at him. It made her heart flip and her face warm up with the way he stared at the camera. Meanwhile, Armies were gushing over the loving gaze Jungkook was showing out of nowhere.

'Why tf is he staring so hard like that?! He looks so hot!'

'Omg Jungkook is showing so much boyfriend material right now.'

'That stare! He's making me blush!'

'Jungkook a warning would have been nice!'

"Who was that?" Jin asked.

"Jennie. She's watching the live," Jungkook smiled brightly.

"She texted YOU and not me!?" he complained.

"Hey, that ringtone sounded familiar. Like a bell. Why a bell?" Jimin teased.

"No reason, Hyung. I thought it sounded nice," Jungkook shrugged.

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The next day, Jennie started to work on her solo song. Bangtan's solos were supposed to go by age. The plan was for her song to be the first but Big Hit switched it and made her song last. The boys had begun filming for their WINGS films while she hadn't yet. A lot of big things will be happening for this comeback. One of them was her hair was finally going to get dyed. She was nervous because everyone had anticipated her having a new hair color since debut and she wanted it to be worth the wait.

With her solo song, she thought the lyrics and instrumentals were fine. But every time she sent it to the producers, they told her something was missing and it frustrated her. How come everyone else's song was fine but her song was getting the most criticism? Her song was different. Experimental even. This wasn't a sound that is usually in BTS. She'd showcase her DJ skills on the launch pad and guitar.

"Do you feel like singing today?" Pdogg asked as she sat on a video call with him and Slow Rabbit.

Jennie furrowed her eyebrows. "Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"

"Because to me, it seems like you don't feel like singing,"

She sighed sharply, trying to not let her annoyance get to her. "I'm doing the best I can,"

"It's missing something, Jennie. It's almost there but something is missing," Slow Rabbit added.

"Look, this is the best I can do," she exclaimed.

"No, it isn't," he shook his head. "I know you can do better to make this song even more enhanced. Shout it out. Scream it,"

"I'm trying to shout it,"

"Well, you aren't shouting it," Pdogg said. "You need to dig down deep and sing out what you're feeling for this song,"

"Here, take a break from working on your song, today. Work on the guitar for 2! 3! and Lost. Send it when you're finished," Slow Rabbit said.

"Fine," she nodded and ended the call.

She sighed loudly out of annoyance and ran her hair back with her hands.

"Fuck my life..." she complained.

She didn't want to work on anything at this point, she was so bothered by what they told her. After a moment of getting herself together, she did what she was told, playing the guitar for Lost and 2! 3!

After she sent it in, she was praised for her efforts and had the rest of the day off from working on music. But her song continued to be on her mind. How much better can she do for this song? What else did they want? What was missing? She did want to sing. She sang as passionately as she could.

"What do you want me to do...?" she complained softly.

She went back to the document for her song and stripped all her vocals to start over. She listened to the instrumental of her song and sighed, understanding what she had to do.

'You want me to go back to that dark place...' she thought.

She didn't want to. She didn't want to think about it. She even had second thoughts about picking this song for this album but it was way too late to change now. This song was to express how she felt the day she got mobbed during her sister's play. Sure, it happened last year but that anxiety she felt and the whole experience still traumatized her. All those hate comments, the pressure, the high expectations, and the growing fame, began to overwhelm her as she realized that she was not a normal teenager anymore.

She'd always appear to have a smile on her face but deep down she was scared and in the back of her mind would always wonder when this would all come crashing down.

That dreaded day of Vienna's play made Jen want to stop performing entirely and just go back home and deal with school, no longer being in the spotlight. To try to grasp what normality she had left. But after the support from everyone after that incident, she wanted to try to face all that negativity and destroy it with positive thoughts once and for all. This would be a start to that. To sing about it and twist it to optimism.

As she sat by her desk, she put her headphones on.

"Okay...let's go back to that nightmare..."

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After crying, belting out high notes, and singing out her pain, she made the producers happy with her new and improved vocals and took a break from singing to dance.

Jen continued practicing the choreography for Blood, Sweat, and Tears, which will be BTS' comeback song in October. She was in the living room, performing a demo version of the song while Vienna and Alani were on their phones chilling nearby. Mr. Son and J-Hope sent her videos of where she will be and her choreography for the comeback.

It was...very sexy. This seemed like it was going to be a sexy comeback.

As she worked on perfecting her movements, she sent them recordings of her craft to get feedback.

After dancing for a few hours, she took a break and watched Family Guy with her sisters on the couch.

Buzz Buzz Buzz

A video from Jimin? What was he up to now? Since she left, the boys had sent her funny videos and photos. This was probably one of them.

"Ooo another video? Let's watch it! They crack me up!" Alani said.

"Yeah, why not?" Jennie pressed play while her sisters joined her in to watch.

The video showed Jimin, V, and Jungkook goofing around and practicing BST in the practice room.

"Jungkook! Imagine the floor is Jennie!" Jimin called out.

Out of nowhere, Jungkook did his signature handstand for the song, slowly lowering himself on the floor to grind against it.

"Jennie..." he said in a low voice, smirking at the camera.

"AHHHHHHH~!" her sisters screamed around her while Jen dropped her phone and shrieked.

"He did NOT just do that!" Alani shouted.

"And said your name like that! Are you two-"

"No!" Jen exclaimed, cutting Vienna off with her face flushed.

"You sure!?"

"Yes!"

"I dunno man, that sounded like that's not the first time he said your name like that~!" Alani added.

"Oh my God! Stop!" Jennie covered her face.

Vienna grabbed the phone and replayed it so they could watch the entire video. Her sisters continued to freak out around her from his floor grind.

Jennie was NOT expecting a video like this. She thought it would be meme faces. Not him grinding against the floor.

'Wow, I wish I was under him...' she thought before shaking the dirty thoughts away.

My gosh, what was he doing to her? Everything he was doing made her squirm.

After he finished grinding on the floor, Jin was heard yelling to stay professional while Jimin and V laughed.

Her sisters kept replaying the video, expressing how surprised they were.

"Is this really your boyfriend? Because whew, the duality...girl..." Vienna fanned herself.

"I'm a little nervous about how he can turn into such a cute boy to something like this," Alani added.

"Right? He is so adorable and then he ends up popping out like this. No wonder so many girls swoon over him. Jen, watch out for all them female idols after your man," she teased.

"You know, you were staring kind of hard at the screen," Alani called Jennie out.

"I was not!" Jennie exclaimed as she grabbed her phone.

"She's so flustered," Vienna laughed with Alani.

Alani snatched the phone from her hands and ran to their mom who walked out of the kitchen to see what the ruckus was about.

"Mom! Get a load of this!" Alani laughed.

"Stop it! Give it! Mom, it's not what it looks like! Get off me, V!" Jen shouted as Vienna held her down while Alani showed the video.

"Um...what is he doing to my youngest?" their mom asked, wondering what the heck was happening.

"Nothing! Nothing at all! He was just messing around!" Jen said and got let go.

"You think he was? He looked pretty serious," Vienna teased.

He was just joking...right?

Or perhaps he wasn't. Because her head began to go crazy with the way he said her name so low like that. It'll be something that wouldn't be out of her mind for a while as she plotted a way to get him back for making her so flustered in front of her family.

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With Jimin and V, they waited for her to reply. Curious as to why she had not responded yet, they looked back at the message and saw that she had read it. The two burst out into laughter.

"Jungkook, I think you killed your girlfriend," Jimin giggled.

"I did?" he asked, surprised. "What happened?"

"She hasn't responded to the video and left us on read this entire time," V laughed.

"I-I didn't make her uncomfortable, did I?" Jungkook asked with worry.

"Nah, don't worry, it's the other way around, Jungkookie! Hehe, you'll see. Just give her a moment to pull herself together. I'm sure she's quite flustered as we speak because of you," Jimin smiled confidently.

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Back with Jennie, she continued to pull herself together. This man may just be the death of her. She then thought about the time she and Jungkook performed the coming of age ceremony in the practice room and recorded themselves. Man, those lyrics...

Jen: Jimin wtf!?

Jen: Wtf is he grinding on the floor so hard for!?

Jimin: kekekeke it took you a while to reply. You liked it, didn't you!?

Yes. Yes, she did.

Very much actually. To the point, she wanted to be the floor.

Jen: Okay yes but he needs to calm tf down! He can't be doing stuff like that when I'm not there! I'm suffering here!

Jen: omfg wait don't tell him I said that!

Jimin: Tell Jungkook. Okay. Got it

Jen: Jimin! NO!

"She liked it," Jimin laughed and showed Jungkook the messages.

Jungkook laughed, feeling his cheeks warm up. A large part of him felt relieved that she liked it.

Maybe they could make it a reality soon.

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As the days went by she continued to finish up working on the choreography, and went to Facetime with Jimin. Things were beginning to appear...off about him. And the sad part about it was that she knew.

She knew all too well what was going on.

She didn't want to believe it. She thought that her mind was playing tricks on her but his face was slimming down at a rapid rate and it began to worry her.

"Jimin?" she called out his name softly after he stopped laughing at his story about pranking Hobi.

"Yes, Ennie?"

"Did you eat today?"

Jimin's stomach dropped at her question. Of all days she had to be so observant. He would only eat once a day and tried not to eat a lot to lose as much weight as possible for their next comeback. It was an intense choice and he had already been feeling the side effects such as dizziness and fainting as he tried to work hard on his dancing.

"Yeah, why?" he lied, feeling his heart ache.

He hated lying to her. He knew she would do anything to get him to stop if she had known what he was doing in Korea.

Jennie narrowed her eyes slightly, watching his body language.

'You're lying to me...' she thought sadly.

"I dunno, to me you just look a little smaller in the face," she admitted.

"I'm eating, don't you worry, Ennie," he flashed her an eye smile

"I really hope you are..." she murmured. "Just take care of yourself, please. Promise me that?"

"...I promise."

"Okay...I have to go. I'll talk to you later,"

"A-all right. Bye Ennie,"

"Bye, Chim Chim," she ended the call and exhaled.

"I truly hope you're okay..." she murmured, fearing for the worst.

After her conversation with him, she scrolled on Twitter to check out what Armies had been saying about her while she was away. She was pleased to see how much she was missed.

'I'm so upset Jennie isn't in the ISAC this time because of her visa.'

That made her realize that today was the day everyone would be filming for ISAC. She was bummed she couldn't play volleyball this year. Instead, she would be cheering Bangtan on miles away whenever they sent her videos and photos.

'Whatever team she was supposed to be in volleyball would have won'

'ISAC probably made sure to schedule it when she couldn't attend since they know the other girl idols can't beat her in volleyball. Their loss'

'ISAC knows damn well Jennie will beat every single female idol in volleyball. They just don't want her to shine. They did that for The Boss Is Watching. We didn't forget!'

Snickering at the comment and agreeing, Jennie went on and liked it on BTS' Twitter which quickly got a reaction from fans.

'OMG I KNOW SHE WAS THE ONE THAT LIKED IT!'

'She liked!!'

'Who else would like it from their page? Jennie knows what's up!'

'Ooooo she's watching us'

'Lmaooooo she knows!'

'She soooo petty. The shade!'

'This confirms it!'

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With Jungkook, after filming for the show, he went to visit Namjoon in his studio. He had a lot on his mind regarding his relationship with Jennie. And he felt like Namjoon was the best person to talk to.

"Hyung," Jungkook spoke up.

"Jungkook," he greeted with a smile and gestured for him to come in. "What brings you here?"

"I uh...can I talk to you? I figured you were the best one to talk to about something like this,"

"Yeah, of course. Shut the door and take a seat,"

As soon as Jungkook plopped down on the seat next to him, he sighed. "It's about Jennie,"

"Is everything all right between you two? I know you've been feeling down because of the distance,"

"I'm fine. And yeah, things are great. It's just that...well she...she's just...on my mind a lot lately and I can't stop thinking about her in that way."

Namjoon immediately knew what he meant and nodded.

So, it was about that time, huh?

He had a feeling this was going to be happening sooner or later with how touchy he's been with her, lately. And with that floor grinding video, it didn't just look like a simple video to mess with her.

"I had a feeling this was going to happen sooner or later. Have you told her any of this?"

"No, I...I want to but part of me chickens out,"

"You two talk about everything. Why do you think this conversation will be different?"

"I just don't want to turn her off or scare her away, I guess. Or make things awkward if she's not ready like I am,"

"Communication is key and Nini is extremely understanding. You're overthinking it. She loves you and is not going to be scared away that easily. When you feel ready, speak to her about this. And make sure you two are alone for this conversation. Not when the boys are around and acting loud,"

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After spinning around in her seat, Jennie played what she had worked on for Taehyung's solo song, Stigma. She helped with the background vocals with jazzy oohs and ahs. She smiled at how his voice sounded. His high note was astonishing to hear and she couldn't wait to hear it live when they go on tour.

For Suga's solo, First Love, she played the guitar for it and noticed the hidden melody of So Far Away which had gotten her emotional.

"Take a break!" a loud voice startled her. Jennie turned her head to see Alani by her door, arms crossed. "You've been on that thing all day. A break won't hurt. The album ain't going nowhere. And you finished everything so just chill for once,"

"Nooooo, I feel like there is still work to be done," Jen complained.

Alani simply rolled her eyes and left.

"Well, that was easy to get her to leave me alone," she murmured.

While she continued working, she suddenly heard music blasting which happened to be Rihanna's Pon De Replay. Before she knew it, Vienna and Alani came in with a large speaker, dancing.

Come, Mr. DJ, song pon de replay

Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?

"Oh my God..." Jennie covered her face with her hands, laughing softly. "Really?"

"Come on~! Living room, let's go!" Alani said over the music, holding the speaker.

"Rihanna dance party! Take a break! No more album work, today!" Vienna grabbed Jennie and dragged her downstairs with them.

After Alani set the speaker on the floor, she continued to dance around Jennie with Vienna.

"No more thinking about work today. Loosen up and dance with us. It's Rihanna! Come on~!" Alani exclaimed, earning a sigh from her youngest sister. "If you ready to move say,'"

"Yeah, yeah!" Jen sang with a smile.

"One time for your mind say it,"

"Yeah, yeah!" her smile got wider and she joined in to dance with them. "Well, I'm ready for ya, come let me show ya. You want to groove, I'ma show you how to move. Come, come,"

"There you go~!" Vienna cheered.

It was good to take a break and Jen was thankful for her sisters. She did feel overwhelmed with this album dropping in October. There were high expectations and she wanted to make sure she did everything she could to make the songs great with the small role she was given.

Where Have You Been came on as Vienna tried to remember the choreography.

Where have you been?

'Cause I never see you out

Are you hiding from me, yeah?

Somewhere in the crowd

"I learned it in a dance class a while back. Hold on," Vienna began to think as she stood in the middle of her sisters.

Once the beat dropped, she executed the dance break with no errors while her sisters followed her.

"Oh~! I remember! From the music video!" Alani added.

"When Rihanna and the dancers did that pose that looked like an eye? Top tier!" Jen praised.

"Yeah, that was the coolest thing," Vienna beamed.

As songs like What's My Name, Hard, and Umbrella came on, the trio sang their hearts out while bouncing around the living room and on the couch. Once Breakin' Dishes blasted on the speaker, they became excited since it was one of their favorite Rihanna songs.

"I was waiting for this one!" Vienna yelled happily.

"Are we singing it like we usually do?" Jennie asked with anticipation.

"Let's switch it up!" Alani suggested.

"All right, I'll go," Vienna offered.

He been gone since 3:30

"3:30!" Jen shouted.

Been coming home lately at 3:30

"3:30!"

As the chorus came on, the trio danced around, pretending to be angry while shouting out the lyrics.

I'm breakin' dishes up in here, all night

I ain't gon' stop until I see police lights

"I'm still waiting, come through the door. I'm killing time, you know, bleaching your clothes!" Jennie sang the second verse like she was tired of a man's BS. "I'm roasting marshmallows on the fire. And what I'm burning is your attire. I'm getting restless,"

"Uh!" Alani shouted.

"I'm getting tested!"

"Let him know!"

"And I can't believe he's always out every night and never checks in!"

"He cheating?"

"Is he cheating? Man, I don't know. I'm looking 'round for something else to throw!" Jennie grabbed a pillow and threw it.

After spending the next hour partying to Rihanna's songs, Jennie went to plug in her music and pressed shuffle. Fall Out Boy's Irresistible came on which made her smile.

"Hey, didn't you make a cover of this song recently?" Vienna asked.

"Uh huh!" she beamed, thinking about the series of covers she had done and posted on BTS' SoundCloud for ARMY.

"Did Fall Out Boy notice you, yet?"

"Yeah! I met them! They're so cool! I hope we can collaborate, soon!"

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With Matt Rife, he continued to search on social media about Jennie, getting to understand who she was and what she did. He even checked out some fan accounts about her and thought she was even cuter than he anticipated. What surprised him the most was that she was taking self-defense classes. Her teacher had posted a recent video of her throwing him over her hip for a quick takedown after grappling him. Matt was astonished by how strong she was.

What a beauty.

He scrolled through the comments as fans geeked out that she was doing fine in America and raved about how strong she was.

'Omg she really did that!'

'I feel bad for the members if they try to mess with her now, lol'

'RIP Jin! She's preparing for their wrestling match!'

'Can she throw me like that on the ground?'

'If she throws me like that, I would say thank you'

'She can punch me in the face anytime!'

'MOM!'

'Wow, she's so strong'

'I love that she's taking self-defense classes. I want to take them now.'

Soon after, he couldn't help himself and wrote a comment too.

'@JJennie_JW you can throw me like that anytime ;)'

And of course, he was told by Armies to back off.

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For a while, ARMY began to notice a shift in Jungkook's demeanor. He did not seem as happy as he usually was and his jokes weren't common like they used to be. Sure he'd smile and laugh whenever he was with the members but the truth was that this distance between him and Jennie was difficult to adjust to. It did make him ponder about this being a preview for when he goes off to the military.

Twitter noticed his attitude change and made threads about him being unhappy. Along with that, people were asking about Jennie and her future with BTS because it seemed like she wasn't doing anything or being involved anymore.

'Okay WHERE is Jennie? Thread'

'Guys Jennie has not been active with BTS in a while. She has not been with them for their recent concerts or V-Lives and I am worried something bad happened'

The thread went on to come up with various theories on the matter while armies were quick to put in their two cents.

'I hope she isn't leaving BTS.'

'Yeah, where tf is she? And she hasn't posted anything in a while! That's unusual! BTS stay posting but there is nothing about her these days'

'They talk about her on vlive so that's a good sign things are fine, right?'

'You think she fought with a member or something?'

'Come to think of it, maybe that's why Jungkook has been looking off these days. They may have fought and aren't on speaking terms'

'Like you see the body language of Jungkook lately? They had a bad argument and aren't friends anymore'

'What? What kind of mess is that? That's a dumb theory'

'You guys are dumb. It's her VISA'

'A visa doesn't take that long to go through. She should be back by now'

'Come to think of it, yeah, you may be right. I'm sure things are finished by now and she could come back to Korea'

'I think her visa is taking longer than usual and that's why. Relax,'

'Maybe Big Hit is just letting her spend more time with her family like the perfect company they are!'

'Nah, Big Hit is sabotaging her. She should be back with Bangtan'

'No, they're probably letting her spend more time in America before coming back. They're a great company and allowing her to spend time with her family. Calm down'

'No, they're not a great company! They are ruining her! She needs to get out of there. I hate seeing her inactive'

'All y'all need to just trust that things with Jennie are going to be fine. Stop making everyone anxious about this. Jennie is still with BTS'

Since Jennie still couldn't go back to Korea yet, the staff decided to fly to America to film her Wings 8 video. They rented a big space to make sure they had all they needed for the short film. The company decided to have her video and song be the last ones out of the group. The solo videos were going to begin getting released around September 4th and her video was scheduled for September 19th before they changed plans and made her show up last.

Despite working on the album, Big Hit still wanted her to remain off social media. It had been hard since she wanted to engage with fans and shout out other idol groups for their comebacks like Monsta X and Got7 but she did what she was told.

'Short Film Making Story'

'#Evermore'

With the camera filming her getting ready, she happily waved to it and began to speak.

"Hey, it's your girl Jennie and today I am here to film my Wings short film! And look! My hair is finally dyed! Frickin red! Ahhh~!" she cutely jumped up and down and showed it off before letting the stylist continue their work. "Now y'all can stop asking me every single comeback! I mean look at this! Look! This hair is amazing! I look so good! I'm glad I went through with it. Red looks great on me! Rihanna vibes!"

"She cried," the stylist put her on blast.

'Miss Bangtan Is Put On Blast'

Jennie stared at the stylist, astounded. "I-I didn't cry!"

"Yes, you did. You were like, 'Oh God please let my hair be okay. Please don't let it fall out or get damaged,'" the stylist teased.

"Shut it!"

Jen went over to the set that looked similar to an airport as she wore jeans and a black and white hoodie with a messy bun.

"I have no idea what the guys are doing for their short films," she added. "But since I'm here in America, the staff came here so we can film. Even though I'm having some visa issues, that doesn't mean I'm stopping my bag. We're making this work. I want you to see a different side of me for this comeback. I hope you look forward to it and keep cheering me on,"

She was given a bag to carry as the stylists did the finishing touches to her hair and makeup.

"I'm supposed to be playing three people today," she announced to the camera with a nervous expression. "My regular self as you see now and then my dark and good personas. Kind of like an angel and a devil on your shoulders. It's going to be cool how the video is going to be created."

"Action!" the director announced.

Jen went on with the role, walking through the airport, clutching her bag. She looked around frantically before rushing into the women's bathroom.

After recording her walking a couple of times to get all the right angles, she was then filmed in front of a bathroom sink. She placed her palms on it with a troubled facial expression as she stared at herself in the mirror. Before she knew it, she backed away, startled, and began to look confused.

For the scene with her back in the home she was in for the I Need U MV, she did a costume change, wearing a black suit with a black lace bodysuit under it. This time she was playing her evil persona with her hair down.

"I lowkey always wanted to play an evil person. I wonder how long it'll take for me to get into character. My sister helped me practice for the role. I hope she likes my acting and doesn't roast me for it. My acting lessons will pay off too!" she laughed. "I'm supposed to be speaking to myself. It'll be weird speaking to air but in the video, it'll have all three of me in the shot. So, you'll see how it all develops,"

Once she heard action, Jennie leaned her back against the counter and glanced over nonchalantly at her dead ex who was on the floor.

"Welp..." she murmured coldly and turned to where her other self would be leaning over the counter. "Hey. Pull yourself together."

'Jennie channels her inner evil self with charisma'

"Come on, let me take over. I'm tired of this 50/50 fight," she said smugly like she was looking at the good persona of herself.

For the last shot, Jennie sat in the waiting room of the airport, playing some notes from her solo song on the guitar. While she played, someone walked over to her which caused her to stop and acknowledge the person. The camera remained on her, only showing the person's footsteps to keep viewers guessing who had found her.

Once the director announced that the shot was finished, everyone cheered while Jennie happily jumped out of her seat and bowed politely.

"Thank you! Woo! I'm done~! Yay! I can't wait for the video to drop! Look forward to it ARMY!" she waved goodbye to the camera.

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Wings 8: Evermore

"I wanted only to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?" Jennie narrated from Demain before the screen faded in to reveal her feet running through the airport.

It panned up to her back as footsteps and her heavy breathing were heard. She had been running and slowed down the pace to speed walk. There was hardly anyone in the airport as she looked around, clutching her bag tightly with her guitar on her back. She appeared troubled as several thoughts went through her mind like she did something regretful and thought someone was going to find her.

All that was on her mind was that she had to leave. Asap. She could not stay here. Not after what happened.

Finding the women's bathroom, she rushed into it and set her bag and guitar down against the wall. Jen exhaled sharply, and approached a sink, placing her palms on it. Slowly, she looked up to meet her reflection in the mirror.

"You're okay..." she whispered to herself.

She looked fine but on the inside, she felt like hell. Upon looking at herself, she was startled when a woman that looked exactly like her, stared at her from behind. Only not in a bun but with her hair down and black clothing.

This dark figure she stared at smirked softly, which caused Jennie to look confused.

What was going on? Why was she staring at herself wearing different clothes and hair? The dark figure even had the same white butterfly necklace in contrast with the dark clothes.

Jen tilted her head to the side and watched as the figure copied her movements. She then tilted her head to the other side and watched as the figure did the same. Swiftly turning around, she was met with nothing. The woman was gone.

She took a few steps forward. Okay, maybe she was imagining things.

But little did she know, the dark figure was behind her. When Jennie turned around, her face was cupped into the dark figure's hands, and her forehead pressed against hers, ending the shot as the screen went black.

For the next shot, Jennie was back at home where she was in for the I Need U MV. She had on the same white dress from the MV with the messy bun still intact.

She stood against the kitchen counter with her forearms on it. Her face remained emotionless as she thought about what had just happened.

The camera panned over to the feet on the floor that belonged to her ex. To ease her nerves, she tapped her shaky fingers against the glass of water she had in her hands. Her mind began to fog up with negative thoughts about her fate.

Abruptly, the dark persona of hers leaned her back against the counter, crossing her arms. She glanced at the body nonchalantly.

"Welp..." her dark persona spoke coldly. She had no remorse for the man. She turned to Jennie and watched as she was still in a state of shock. "Hey. Pull yourself together..."

A loud sigh was heard as Jennie's good persona stood on the other side, facing the counter. She wore a white suit and her red hair was straightened. A black butterfly necklace was placed around her neck as she stared at the body sympathetically. She placed a hand on Jennie's shoulder.

"Are you all right?" her good persona asked.

"Of course, she is. He got what he deserved," her dark persona answered, earning a frown in return.

"It was an accident,"

"An accident? Please...if he's dead, he deserved it," her dark persona bluntly replied.

"She is not a bad person," her good persona denied and removed her hand from Jennie.

"That's where you're wrong. There's a bit of evil in all of us and you know it," her dark persona turned to Jennie who continued to look forward. A wicked smile crept on her lips. "I bet that felt good...tempting..."

"It was a scary situation she was put in. It didn't feel good at all. She's full of remorse,"

"To you. She's more like me now and soon she will become all of me,"

"She will never become what you are. Not while I'm here,"

"Look around you," the dark persona gestured, briefly looking around. "Look at what happened. This is her true self,"

"This is not her,"

"Yes, it is. She won't be needing you, anymore. Come on, let me take over, I'm tired of this 50/50 fight,"

"She'll atone. I'm not giving up on her,"

"Well, it certainly wasn't you that she channeled to do what she did. You're too soft. Enough was enough."

The good persona ignored her and leaned toward Jennie's ear. "You are still a good person. You defended yourself. It was self defense."

Having enough, the dark persona grabbed Jen by the chin and turned her head slightly, speaking in her ear as she glared at his body. "Look at what you've done. Look at him suffer! He deserved every bit of it! This was what you wanted to do for a very long time. This was building for weeks!" she began to shout angrily. "These men think they can do whatever they want to us, say whatever they want, disrespect us, and hurt us?! No. They did it to the wrong one this time,"

Jennie seemed to have slowly gotten out of her shocked state when she heard a loud groan from the floor.

So he was still alive...

That calmed her nerves a bit as Jennie managed to walk across the counter to stand and look at his weakened state. He faintly called out her name in anger, uttering out curses.

"Huh. So, the piece of shit is still alive," her dark persona said with a scowl as she stood next to Jennie with her arms crossed.

"Good. There's still time," her good persona said, standing on her other side.

"No..." her dark persona turned to Jennie. "You know exactly what to do...end it,"

"No. Don't throw it all away. You're better than this. You are not alone and you know which route to take," her good persona said as the trio looked at the man on the floor.

Back to reality, Jennie had awakened in the waiting area of her flight thanks to her phone notifications going off. She also noticed that it was getting close to her flight arrival and more people were showing up at the airport.

Curious about the messages, she went through them and noticed it was all about whether she was all right which made her tear up. Everyone was asking for her whereabouts. But she had to ignore it and keep moving forward. She needed to leave.

Before she could turn her phone off, the person she wanted to avoid the most began to call. She hesitated to answer as she stared at the caller ID while the camera didn't show who was calling.

Placing her phone back into her bag, she grabbed her guitar out of the case and began to play the opening notes of her song to distract herself.

The camera panned to the floor to show footsteps approaching her and they stopped near the row she sat at. As Jen stopped playing, the instrumental of her song continued to play in the background.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she let out a breath and acknowledged the hand. She then slowly turned her head to look up in the direction of the individual she predicted to find her as the screen faded to black.

"Looks like you found me..."

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