PAMPERING

genre. fluff. period comfort.
warnings. mentions of cramping.
pairing. vernon x fem!reader.
wc. 1k.
a/n. bro this period has been like 💀 cramps are insane 😭 hopefully this comforts whoever else is suffering rn (like me) mom i want a vernon ☝️

“Are you cramping?” Vernon guessed, watching you walk through the door and absolutely crash on the couch next to him. 

You nodded, masking the pain you were experiencing as you decompressed from the exhaustion of the day. It was hard to be patient with the amount of moodiness that came with your cycle, and that certainly didn’t help you when it came to your job. Your emotions were all over the place, and it took all your willpower to not break down crying right then and there. You felt so tense and uncomfortable.

“You made it through the day. You can relax now.”

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Heartache ๋ ࣭ ⭑ jaehyun x gender neutral reader

angst, fluff at the end, this is a sad one ๋ ࣭ ⭑ you and jaehyun argue and you storm off, jaehyun is a mess when you come back

feeling very fragile rn this hurt to write

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"AND HOW DO U THINK THAT MAKES ME FEEL" jaehyun shot to his feet, throwing the dining table chair he was sitting on to the ground behind him. his anger bubbling over, chest heaving, he didn't mean to use that much force, wished he hadn't.

the chair hitting the floor jolted your body, making you flinch, your frustration also bubbling over and forming a lump in your throat but your pride wouldn't let him see you cry. trying to keep up your cool level-headed exterior you wasted no time, swiveling on your heels and stomping out of the kitchen making a beeline for the front door, grabbing your car keys and sweater off the hook.

jaehyun called out in desparation "y/n please wait i- i didn't mean to-" you slammed the front door as hard as your anger would allow you, storming down the driveway and into your car, fumbling the key in the ignition as fast as you could and taking off before jaehyun could chase after you.

you didn't really know where you were going, driving around aimlessly for a while to let off steam, allowing a few tears to fall before stopping at your best friend's place to take your mind off things. you thought it was probably better to let the both of you cool off rather than drag the argument on any longer, afraid you might say something hurtful in the heat of the moment. facing things head on was never your first choice anyway.

you and jaehyun rarely ever fought, and he would never be aggressive or mean with you, let alone throw things around. you knew it was an accident, you should've turned round as soon as you left but you were hurt and a little in shock to be honest and the pettines in you wanted to make sure he knew.

a few hours at your best friend's chatting in depth about everything and nothing always helped you no matter the situation, they were a saint and exactly what you needed to ground yourself.

with 24 missed calls and 15 messages, you thought it best to go back home, plus you were getting hungry and you had to face jaehyun at some point.

you sat in your car outside your shared apartment for a few minutes, trying to rid your head completely of any sort of ill-will that might have still been lurking in the back of your mind. taking a deep breath you got out and walked up the path to the front door, once again fumbling your keys in with slight shaky hands, you hated confrontation. opening the door and closing it behind you, you toe off your shoes and look up. he's standing there at the end of the hallway.

you freeze, your heart breaks at the sight. he's wearing your oversized hoodie, his hands hidden by the sleeves and his eyes are red and puffy. it looks like he's been crying for a while.

you immediately well up seeing him like this, both of you staring, not knowing what to say. he takes a deep breath and chuckles to himself slightly feeling a sudden embarrassment, "i thought you weren't going to come back" he says barely audible before a tear falls down his cheek and he quickly lowers his head. your heart shatters. you have never heard him sound so small and broken, he looked like a lost child and it made your stomach churn. you immediately rushed to him, throwing your arms around him as your own tears fell. his body almost goes limp in your hold like he had been running a marathon prior, his hands fisted in your sweatshirt. "i'm so sorry" he chokes out through sobs as you stroke the back of his head. you squeeze your eyes shut your nose in his hair, listening to his cries. god you hated fighting.

"hey, hey" you whisper, moving his shoulders back and cupping his face, bringing it level to your own. jaehyun's tear stained face felt like a kick to the chest. "i'm so sorry i didn't mean to slam things and the chair i-" he stuttered, his voice timid and shaky as his teary eyes bore into yours. "i'm sorry i called so many times i just wanted to apologise i- i just needed to hear you" he sniffled "i didn't know if you were staying out or not i didn't know what to do it was so stupid of me i really didn't mean it i- just please don't leave-" his thoughts were spilling out "hey hey hey" you cut him off, every word breaking your heart more "sh sh it's okay i'm here" you soothed "i'm so sorry too i shouldn't have run off like that and i should've answered to sort things out." still holding his face your thumbs wiped his cheeks "i won't run off again" you smiled through your own tears and he gave a weak smile in return before burying his face in your neck letting the rest of his cries out.

you wished you could scoop him up and make sure he was never sad again, wished you could rewind the whole day. you'd never seen him like this, sure he cried at every movie the two of you watched but you'd never seen him so distressed and small and that hurt way worse than any argument could.

you both stood for a few more minutes, calming down and basking in the comfort of the other's arms. he brought his forehead to yours closing his eyes and wrapped his arms round your waist. "i really am sorry i hope i didn't scare you" he broke the silence, his voice a little more stable but another tear was threatening to fall. "jaehyun" you frowned and shook your head frantically, looking deeply into his eyes, there were so many things you wanted to say but none of them were enough to express what you were feeling. brows knitted in defeat you closed the gap between the two of you, pulling him into a feverish kiss. both of your hands firmly gripped his shoulders as you tried to pour all forgiveness, apology, every ounce of your love for him into the kiss. he reciprocated, pulling you as close to him as he could like he was afraid you might somehow slip right through his fingers. you were all he'd ever wanted, all he needed, you completed him. he would never do or say anything to intentionally hurt you and he would make sure nothing like this happened again.

both of your lips moulded together perfectly, moving in sync, your hands traveled up to tangle in his hair and he tilted his head more, deepening the kiss. his tongue grazed your bottom lip and you opened your mouth allowing him entry, your knees would've buckled if it wasn't for him holding you so tight. all the stress and hostility from earlier melted away in the heat of your bodies, leaving only breathless passion and adoration. you both reluctantly pulled away needing air, hearts racing. jaehyun brought his hand to the back of your head and placed a kiss to your forehead before gently resting his chin on ur head. "i love you y/n" he whispered. you breathed in his warm comforting scent, head against his chest "i love you too."

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waaaah T-T (sorry guys)

“ DRUNK OF YOU. ” ft. zhang hao

summary : you don't know how or when this rivalry between you and hao developed, but you knew you'd never lose against him. even when it came to drinking more alcohol than the boy.

hao x gn!reader, genre : rivals to somewhat lovers, warnings : angst if you squint, partying, alcohol consumption, drunk y/n and hao, kissing, maybe a little suggestive, wc : 2,3k>

never in your life had you liked going out too much, especially at some random student parties where the watchword was to end up completely drunk. shuffling your feet as you entered the house, where the smell of alcohol mixed with cigarettes tingled your nostrils, the loud music quickly assaulted your ears. squinting and sighing, ready to turn back and run to your house, a hand suddenly and firmly grasped your wrist — pivoting on yourself, ready to strike violently the person who had dared to touch you, your gaze fell on your best friend's face, her eyes bloodshot and a silly grin hanging on her face.

« y/n, you're here ! » she shouted over the music, her voice destabilized by the alcohol she'd been drinking since she'd arrived. a worried look appeared on your face : who could have let her drink so much and not look after her in your absence? her boyfriend was definitely really a good-for-nothing. rolling your eyes as you hooked your arm around her waist, despite your selfish self wanting to leave her here and go home, you follow her into the madding crowd. « i'm so happy, we can have fun together ! follow me ! » she shouted again, jumping up and down as she spilled half her drink on the floor. you loved her very much, but you hated it when she got into a state like that. but you didn't even have time to say anything to her, she was already pulling you into another room without asking your opinion.

letting your eyes wander here and there, taking care not to step on anyone, your pupils came into contact with a face that was all too familiar for your liking. in one of the corner of the living room, a glass in his hand and a smirk that made you want to unscrew his head, the one who could best be described as your rival, stood in the violet-blue light of the room. zhang hao seemed to be enjoying the party, but he didn't seem drunk at all — maybe he hadn't been drinking, just like you. not like you're interested anyway. but the boy with freshly red-dyed hair must have felt a lingering gaze on his silhouette, as he caught a glimpse of your face before you disappeared from his field of vision. finally something interesting, he thought, pulling his best friend's arm to try and catch you in your tracks.

arriving in the second room, your best friend handed you a glass of alcohol she'd just served, before pointing to the ping pong table in the middle of the room. « i want to play beer pong with you, » she explained, giving you the sweetest eyes in the world as you were already shaking your head negatively, « please y/n, please ! pleaseeeee ! »

« i'll play against you. » a voice behind you made you sigh quietly, pinching the bridge of your nose, knowing full well who had just spoken. leaning forward slightly while you turned your head to face the boy, a shocked expression painted your best friend's face, « oh hey hao ! are you here to play too? » — the boy's eyes never left yours, even though you weren't the one who asked the question. instead, he simply crossed his arms over his chest, nodding positively before approaching the table when the previous game had just finished. « i'm sure hao can drink more than y/n anyway. » you heard to your right, which made your blood boil and awakened your competitive spirit. you'd chosen to remain reasonable, but the urge to wipe that damned smirk off his damn lips was stronger than you. so, more determined than ever, you swallowed the content of your red cup in one gulp before settling down on the other side of the ping pong table, your determined gaze sending a chill down some people's spines.

« alright, moron, i hope you're ready to take the shame of your life, because i don't intend to stop drinking before you do. » you declared, warming the ping-pong balls between your fingers and not taking your eyes off your opponent. hao let a mocking laugh leave his lips, his gaze even darker and more defiant than before, with his index finger pointing at you, « you're going to go home begging me to forget about this night, y/n. i guarantee it. »

and that was the start of a long, long night of competition, with beer pong and line-shots, each more treacherous than the last. at first, everything went well, as you expected, you won. a first play, a second, then a third... but by the fourth, your hand no longer seemed to want to aim the cups correctly, while a group of attentive spectators formed around you. hao seemed jubilant to see you lose so easily, despite the rosy color that had settled on his cheekbones after a few drinks in one go — but you weren't about to let him get you down, and decided to change places so you could swallow shots of vodka against him.

« are you sure you don't want to give up? » he whispered in your ear, his hand clasped around your waist as you filled the glasses with vodka under the applause of the other almost-too-drunk students. turning your gaze towards him, your eyes plunging into his, you offered him a smile as false and provocative as possible, before handing him one of the twenty-four shots you had just served. « good luck hao, you know that vodka is my specialty, right? » — the innocent tone you used caused the boy to press his tongue against his cheek, his eyes riveted to the glass he grabbed without waiting, making the liquid run down his throat for the next second. and without waiting, you imitated his movements, swallowing your twelve shots of vodka in quick succession. and again. and again. and again.

then suddenly, the world began to spin around you, and you felt the sudden need to isolate yourself and drink a large glass of water. the people around you had dissipated — finally, you thought, and before you could muster all the strength you had left to walk upstairs to reach the bathroom, the only sight that interested you was a certain red-haired boy, face asleep against the bar.

caught up in an uncontrollable fit of giggles, feeling the walls under your palm to stay on your feet, you finally reached the room you were interested in. raising your arms to the sky and hopping slightly after opening the door, you watched your reflection in the mirror, a big, victorious smile occupying your whole face. « i win ! i win ! i win ! » you shouted to yourself, laughing even harder. obviously completely drunk, you did a little victory dance, congratulating yourself on your exploits — even if the reward was a terrible headache the next morning.

approaching the sink to keep yourself upright, you turned on the tap to splash some water on your face, praying that you'll be able to sleep it off quickly and be home in an hour. a long sigh left your lips, and you straightened up before hearing a heavy crash against the door, forcing you to turn around to see where the noise was coming from. putting your hand against your mouth to prevent yourself from bursting out laughing, your gaze fell on hao's silhouette, who had just smashed his face on the floor trying to get into the bathroom.

you didn't even try to pick him up — the boy was already on his feet before you even had time to pull out your phone to take a picture of him. « are you laughing at me? » he asked, between a hiccup and a falsely annoyed tone, which made him much less credible. laughing as you crossed your arms against your chest and leaned back against the sink, you grinned as you watched him clear away the dirt on his clothes from his fall, « yeah, i am. what are you going to do about it? »

gently raising his gaze towards you, you noted the sudden change of atmosphere in the room. the air was warmer, tenser — and it wasn't because there was no air-conditioning in the room. why does hao seem so much more attractive to you now? you've always found him handsome, there's no point in lying : he has irresistible charm, pretty brown eyes and a mouth that's perfect for kissing. but you'll never admit such a thing out loud — you'd rather die.

« i'll come over there and make you shut up then. » he finally declared, putting his shirt back on in a nonchalant way that still let you catch a glimpse of the well-defined line of his abs. he definitely knew what he was doing when he did it, there was no way he couldn't feel the tension in the air under the subdued bathroom light. especially when a wry smile suddenly appeared on your pretty lips, the same smile that haunted his thoughts day and night. « you can always try. » you finally answer, running your hand through your hair without ever taking your eyes off him. and that's all it took for hao to put his words into action, hurrying his heavy steps towards you before grasping your lips with his.

your eyes opened wide, your hands fumbled in the air without knowing how to react : was he really kissing you to stop you talking? it was rough, a bit too rushed, but warm, so warm. after long seconds of hesitation, your eyelids closed to let you enjoy the madness of the moment — kissing the person you so despised was definitely not on the list of things to do at this party. but under your drunken mind, under the subdued light and the mad desire of your heart, your body began to act on its own : your hands slipping around his waist, until your cold fingers brushed his skin, his ribs shivering at your touch. hao hurriedly ran his hands over your cheeks, your skin burning under his fingers from the alcohol, manipulating your face to tilt it to the side and kiss you harder, with more brutality, sliding his tongue against yours in a moment of inattention on your part.

but despite everything that was happening inside you, the feelings and sensations racing through your body, which seemed to be losing all its equilibrium, and the desire to continue as everything seemed so good to you — something definitely seemed out of your control. how could you have ended up in such a situation? breathless, hao pulled away from your mouth for a few seconds, his breath crashing against your lips, just to easily lift your thighs and sit you on the edge of the sink. « was that supposed to happen? » you sighed breathlessly, your chest rising and falling at an abnormal speed, your breathing jerky, « that felt like a crime against humanity. »

a chuckle left hao's bruised lips, your lipstick now smeared on them. you must have looked like two beautiful messes by now. even though your head was screaming at you that this wasn't a good thing, your hands clutched at his top, the fabric crumpled under your fingers. « oh yea? » he whispered, brushing your lips with his, falsely nibbling the lower part without ever kissing you again, even if you were dying to feel him against you again. « hao.. » you say almost pleadingly, your fingers pressing desperately on the small of his back to hold his body against you, and you swore you saw a wry smile take possession of his mouth before he lost himself against your lips a second time.

your stomach was strangely warm, your muscles numb and your heart racing, as if you'd just run around the soccer pitch five times. you could blame it all on the alcohol, like the side effects of all the vodka currently coursing through your veins, but the truth was that no one but hao was responsible for all those sensations. « this is so wrong.. » you murmured, against his swollen lips, even though you were pushing them away to feel them as close to yours as possible.

« if so, then stop me, darling, » he replied, pulling his lips away to place a wet kiss against your neck, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your thigh, « you tempt me, y/n, » he continued, in a more suave tone that made you lose all your composure, with light, barely audible sighs escaping from the back of your throat, « ..and you drive me insane. »

under normal circumstances, you'd be more than surprised to hear such words coming from the mouth of the one and only zhang hao, the one that made your college years so much more stressful than they needed to be. but you'd be lying if you didn't dare admit to him that your heart was constantly racing because of him. from the start, even if his favourite pastime was to drive you completely mad, hao had always been able to make something resonate in you, in a way that no one had ever done before. it was very cliché to say that your rival was making you fall into a spiral of love that you should never have touched in the first place, but the truth was there, and against all odds, it was mutual. even though it was probably the alcohol that had helped him admit it to you.

« fuck it. » you suddenly let go, your hands leaving his shirt to grip his cheeks with determination. deflecting his face from your neck, you crushed your lips against his, with much more desire than you would have liked. and you felt him smile against your lips, his hands moving gently up to grip your hips and encircle your waist firmly. he was right after all, you were probably going to beg him to forget about this night when you've come back to your senses and are no longer under his charms because of the alcohol you've swallowed.

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