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In Living Color

Chapter 10 - Part Two

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 6,819

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. Smut.

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July 2021

There was a dull ache in Nat’s body as she slowly awoke, stretching out her limbs to take away that pain from how she’d been curled up in bed. Once she was comfortable, her eyelids slowly fluttered open and she saw the surroundings of the white bedroom, immediately reminding her where she was and at that one thought, a smile appeared on her lips.

It wasn’t the first time she’d woken up in his bed, seeing that stunning view of the California hills out his window, but it was the first time that she was completely comfortable being here and her smile only grew when she turned to look at the sleeping figure next to her. Chris’ long eyelashes were resting against his cheek while his mouth had fallen open and he was snoring softly. One arm was splayed out next to him while the other rested on his bare tattoo covered chest. Nat wanted nothing more than to just touch him, to confirm to herself that this was real and he finally was back with her, and when he stirred in his sleep, she got the chance to do just that.

Knowing that he was drifting in and out of sleep allowed her to scoot her body right up next to him, wrapping her arms around his thick middle while he just lazily hummed, not even opening his eyes while he immediately let his arms come to hold her and his face nuzzled against her messy curls. Nat just laid there, breathing in his scent as she told herself just how real this was and that the months of being apart were finally over.

It was almost funny, if she thought about it long enough. Finding it comical that she was technically in the home of one of the biggest movie stars in the country with his arms wrapped around her. But somehow to Nat, she couldn’t seem to find it in herself that it was true because to her, he was just Chris… that wonderful heart of gold man who laughed over chips and salsa with her. He had become so much more to her that she could have even imagined months ago. He had basically become her best friend and that made moments like this so much better than she could have ever dreamed.

His voice was raspy with sleep and low when he finally murmured, “Hi Nattie.” His face was still buried in her hair, but his fingers were moving against her sides, dancing over the bare skin there.

She smiled, eyes following him when he moved his face out of her hair. His blue eyes were hazy in the early light as he yawned, then smiled at her while she whispered, “Morning baby.”

“I sure do like waking up and seeing you right here by me,” he murmured, a dopey smile on his face that she knew he’d deny anytime she brought it up.

“Good, because I’m planning on staying here,” she told him.

She felt Chris’ hand move underneath her chin, gently tilting it up so he could lean down and kiss her softly. Nat loved the slow way he was kissing her, showing that he wasn’t in a hurry, both of them finally having all the time in the world and soaking up every bit of it. Every bit of her body felt good, curled up against him in that soft white bed while his lips caressed hers in the most perfect way.

“I didn’t get a chance,” Chris stopped, leaning his lips down to kiss at her bare shoulder before finishing, “to see your tattoos last night.”

She laughed, her hand moving to the back of his head. She found herself wishing for it to be longer again and looked forward to when it’d grow in again, no longer resembling the aftermath of the Lloyd styling. “Well considering I pretty much haven’t had clothes on since I got to your house last night, I’d say you had plenty of chances,” she smirked.

“I was kind of focused on something else.”

“Oh really? What might that have been?”

“Something I plan on doing a lot more this weekend,” he whispered, nipping at the juncture of her shoulder and neck. “But I’m serious Nattie, I want you to show me.”

“I have this one on my shoulder,” she began, turning slightly to show him the tattoo on her back. “It says ‘Sisters’ in Hungarian. Heather, Alex and I all have it.”

Chris nodded before his hand moved to her ribs, curling around the side of her body near her arm. “What about this one?”

“Oh god, that one is so stupid. I was twenty and wanted a tattoo and apparently all I could think of getting was an airplane because I wanted to travel the world,” she huffed, shaking her head at how ridiculous it was.

“It looks like a painful spot to get it,” Chris whispered, his fingers tracing the delicate outline of the plane.

“I don’t know, I was drunk,” she shrugged.

His lips twitched as he huffed out a laugh before he yawned, then offered, “If you want to get it removed, I have a good person I go to.”

“Honestly it doesn’t show much so it doesn’t really bother me,” she explained, pushing her unruly hair back behind her shoulders. “I had an appointment to get one on my hip but then COVID happened so that one hasn’t happened yet.”

Chris nodded, nothing but complete understanding in his eyes as he spoke, “I love it. I just love art on our bodies, I think it’s such a beautiful thing.”

Nat smiled as she listened to him, before she bit her lip and told him, “I want to finally have a good look at all of yours.”

Chris was eager to share, pulling the blanket down off of his torso to show Nat each and every black line that littered his body, explaining the significance of each one. But somehow through it, she found herself listening less to the explanations, and seeing more the passion and joy that came through as he spoke. It was one of the many things she was crazy about with him, just loving how sensitive and passionate he was about specific things in his life, and it made her blush to think that she might become one of those things.

At the lull in the conversation, Chris glanced over his shoulder at where Dodger was snoring happily on the couch against the far wall. “Are you hungry? I’d love to take you out for breakfast,” he finally asked her.

Nat shrugged, knowing it probably wasn’t the best idea, especially in the aftermath of last month’s blow up. “We could just make some breakfast here and stay in,” she suggested.

He frowned, voice quiet as he reminded her, “I don’t have any groceries here.”

“Yeah you do,” she smiled sheepishly and shrugged at his curious look. “I went shopping the other day and got you some things. I figured you’d be tired coming back here and wouldn’t feel like getting groceries.”

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”

“Oh I don’t joke about ice cream, Chris. You should know this by now,” she told him, her voice dry as she smirked.

Nat loved watching the way his eyes scrunched up as he barked out that infectious laugh, but that laugh was replaced with a soft smile and a tender look in his eyes once they had pulled on some comfortable clothes and made it to the kitchen and he finally got to see just how much she’d filled his kitchen with so many of the things she knew that he loved. Without saying a word, he just walked over to her, snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her tight against his chest, kissing her temple as he mumbled, “Thank you, Nattie.”

She wanted to stay in this bubble for the rest of her life, just here with him, no responsibilities or outside voices echoing in their minds. It was almost comical how easily they fell into step with each other, making and eating breakfast side by side until Dodger wandered out of the bedroom and Chris grabbed his leash to go on a quick walk. She cleaned up and headed into the laundry room, finding his bags from Scott, and started a load of his laundry.

They spent the rest of the morning enjoying each other but doing their own things, Nat drawing on the couch while watching The Office while Chris answered some emails and then ended up on the piano, until he wandered back over and laid down next to her with a deep yawn.

She looked over at him, smiling as she saw his arm slung over her hips from where he laid between the back cushion of the overstuffed couch and herself. “I’m sure you’re probably so tired,” she murmured, moving a hand to run through his dark hair as his eyes slipped shut for a moment.

His eyes opened as he frowned at himself and sighed, “I thought I shook most of my jetlag the past few days in Boston but I guess not.”

“Why don’t you take a nap?” She asked him quietly.

He nodded, yawning as he shrugged, “I might,” and despite the lack of commitment in his phrasing, she knew he’d be asleep within seconds.

And she was right, smirking to herself when she heard – and felt – his breathing even out as he slipped to sleep next to her. She lost track of time, moving from piece to piece as she drew on her iPad, half-watched the marathon of The Office, and listened to his soft snores, chuckling to herself as Dodger joined in from his spot on his own bed.

Nat felt his arm twitch against her, and with a quick glance at the time, she realized it’d been almost two hours since he fell asleep next to her. His breaths were still deeper than normal and his eyes were still shut, but his arm tightened around her.

“I take it someone’s awake,” she whispered, smiling when his eyes opened and found her immediately, his lips turning into a half-grin before he moved a hand to rub his eyes. “Did you have a good nap?”

“Mhmm,” he yawned, before he leaned up and pressed his lips to her cheek before moving down to press them to her neck.

“Chris! Don’t mess up my drawing!”

He smirked against her chin, his voice low as he informed her, “I’m not messing it up, I’m just kissing you. You’re the one drawing.”

“Well, you’re making me mess up,” she sighed, but smiled to herself as he kept up with the kisses, then met his eyes as he raised a single brow at her. “Why don’t you go back to sleep instead of wreaking havoc on my art?”

“It’s kind of hard to think about sleep when you’re lying here looking so fuckin’ good in my shirt,” he shrugged, arm tightening around her hip minutely.

“Oh is that so?”

“Yes that’s so.”

He proved his point by bringing his lips to kiss her sweetly while his hand rested on her bare thigh, following her skin up and slipping underneath the white tee shirt that hung loosely on her frame. Nat felt his big palm rest on her waist, holding her in place while he started kissing her deeper.

He gently plucked the iPad from her hands, placing it on the side table behind the arm of the couch before he shifted them so he was laying farther up the couch on his side, hovering over her while Nat was on her back below him.

As if Chris wasn’t attracted to her enough, seeing that white tee shirt of his had almost a primal feeling running through him. He loved seeing that piece of fabric that signified that she was his and he was the only one seeing her wearing it with her pink rosy nipples pressing against the thin fabric as she called out his name. Although Nat didn’t know any of those thoughts were running through his brain at the moment, she could tell by the way his hands were rubbing across her, the soft tee shirt being the only thing separating his hands from her skin, that he liked that shirt on her and she knew it wouldn’t be the only time she was in it.

Nat leaned her head back, opening up her neck for his lips to attach to as his hand slipped underneath that shirt and she finally felt his touch rubbing along her skin. She couldn’t get enough of the feeling of his hands rubbing along her skin, toying with her nipples and absolutely driving her wild. That mixed with the little bites and sucks he was littering along her neck had her eyelids fluttering closed as she sighed softly.

But Chris seemed to want more than that, his hand starting to travel south and grabbed the waistband of her panties and worked on peeling them down her long legs. She pulled her knees up, letting him get them off and tossed onto the floor without pulling his lips away from her skin. Nat knew what he was doing and laid down one leg on the comfortable couch while the other lazily rested against his body, helping to open herself up to him.

She could feel herself clenching from just the feeling of his big hand cupping her for a long moment, just feeling her in his hand while he moved his lips to kiss along her jaw. Nat was already so turned on for him, but when his index finger pushed between her folds and traced along the length of her wet core, she was shivering in his arms as she whimpered his name.

“I want to learn all the things you like, Nattie,” he told her, his low voice sending a shiver down her spine. “I want to know every spot that drives you wild.”

Nat’s chest was already heaving as his finger just kept teasing her, rubbing gently along her core and learning the feel of her. She instinctively grabbed onto his forearm, just needing something to hold and felt his firm muscles move as he kept teasing her. All of it just felt so good from his warm body pressed against her side, his low voice crooning in her ear and having his loving touch on every inch of her body.

“You drive me fuckin’ crazy, baby,” he murmured, almost chuckling at the end as she gasped.

But there was a good reason she was gasping as he pushed a finger inside of her before adding a second only a few moments later before he slowly stroked her, causing Nat to let out a strangled, “Oh fuck, Chris.”

“You like that? Is that a good spot, Nattie?”

“Y-Yes, right there,” she encouraged, head falling back against the couch as her eyes slipped shut. “Go faster.”

He huffed out a laugh, his head dipping to press nipping kisses to her neck before murmuring, “Anything my girl wants.”

She could feel her whole body tightening, getting pent up from just how good this felt. It wasn’t as if it was the first time she had been thinking of Chris with her fingers inside herself, even having his voice talking her through it a few times, but this was so much better. She actually got him and nothing was better than that.

“Remember when you touched yourself for me?” He suddenly spoke, reminding her of that phone call in June. “I remember hearing you moan and wishing I got to see your face but now I get to.”

But Nat couldn’t respond to that, she was too busy focusing on the pleasure running through her, feeling every sense in her body heightened. It wasn’t just what his fingers were doing that was driving her wild though. It was him and all he meant to her. He had become her best friend over the past few months, learning everything about her and seeming to just… enjoy her. It was something brand new to her, never having experienced anything even close to that before with a partner and it had made her feel wanted, accepted and just plain liked.

She felt as if everytime he picked up that phone, he had wanted to talk to her. He valued her thoughts and opinions when he’d asked her questions and was genuinely interested in what was going on in her life, loving every little story she told about her nieces or when she gushed about the new gouache paint color she’d gotten that was just perfect. He cared about her in every sense of the word and she knew it, she felt it from him. But this was that last piece, getting to physically be together that was driving her over the edge and making her feel like she was on cloud nine.

“I missed you so damn much, Nattie. I thought of you so many nights when I was alone,” he murmured just before he nipped at her neck and moved to press his lips to hers for a momentary, deep kiss, then pulled back. “So fuckin’ happy I’m back here with you.”

And as if she wasn’t already wanting every single thing he was giving her, that only made her even more weak at the knees. Nat wanted to tell him she felt the same, but no words came out of her mouth, only a loud cry of pleasure as he kept his fingers rubbing oh so perfectly against her.

“Chris, please,” she gasped, nails digging into his forearm helplessly.

“Tell me what you want,” he encouraged, voice softer than it had been.

And although she couldn’t muster the strength to tell him, she grabbed his hand and moved it up where she wanted it, giving Chris the hint while his soaked finger started rubbing circles along that sensitive button. Instantly Nat’s head tipped back farther into the couch pillow, her back arching as she ached for more friction, telling him, “A little harder.”

Chris did exactly as she said, pushing just a little bit harder as he rubbed those circles that had Nat moaning out obscenely. He loved getting to learn her, wanting to be able to know what she liked as if it was the back of his hand but it didn’t take a lot of brain power to figure out that this must have been pretty high on the list for her judging by the way she kept spreading her legs and crying out his name over and over again. He kept up his movements, not changing one thing as he kept his face away from hers, dying to kiss her but needing to be able to see her face when she hit that peak which happened sooner than he thought as her eyes scrunched up and her whole body tightened.

She could hardly process how hard she came, seeing stars from behind her eyelids as the only thing she focused on was the perfect way he was touching her, working her through her peak as her body slowly unwound and relaxed onto the couch. Nat smiled when she felt his lips return to her skin, kissing her neck before moving up to her swollen lips. She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around his neck, needing to hold him close as they kissed softly until he finally pulled away enough to look at her and ask, “Feeling good?”

“Yeah but now I’m going to be the one who needs a nap,” she laughed, opening her eyes again finally.

He slowly moved to lay on his side next to her, putting her between him and the back of the couch. “Do you mind if I go shower?” He finally asked her quietly, just as her eyelids grew heavy. “I haven’t taken one since landing yesterday and I desperately need one.”

She smirked, opening her eyes and turning to look at him. “After what you just did to me I think I need one first,” she murmured, slipping her hand over to the back of his shoulder.

Chris pursed his lips, leaning into her touch before he shrugged and suggested, “Or we could just take one together.”

Nat’s head moved, resting on the cushion to stare at the high ceiling above them. Her eyes darted to the side, meeting Chris’ as she asked, “I don’t know, can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself?”

“Probably not,” he smirked with an amused look in his eyes.

She laughed as she sat up, Chris following her lead as she told him, “Well in that case it’s a deal.”

They made their way out of the living room, heading into Chris’ room at the end of the hallway and slipping into his bathroom. She still couldn’t get over the sheer size of the bathroom, it’d been something that surprised her in May when she quickly gathered herself before she tried to leave after they spent the night together. But it truly hadn’t registered until the previous month, when she stayed at his place for a few nights after her car and purse got stolen until she felt comfortable returning to her apartment. The bathroom itself was bigger than her bedroom at her apartment, and the shower was bigger than any she’d ever seen before.

But it clearly wasn’t something even on Chris’ mind as he opened the door into the marble shower, turning on the water before he reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head. She still was standing there marveling over how incredible the space was while Chris shucked the rest of his clothing and climbed in underneath the warm spray before Nat pulled off the white tee shirt of his and tossed it over with his other pile of clothing and got in after him.

Almost immediately his arms came around her waist, pulling her up against him so he could press a kiss to the top of her bare shoulder and a matching on her cheek, making Nat smile brighter than the California sunshine out the window. She stood up on her toes, kissing his lips and reminding him, “It is so much better kissing you without that caterpillar above your upper lip.”

“You know that saying about protesting too much? I think that’s you and the mustache,” he chuckled, smirking down at her. “Don’t lie Nat, it secretly turned you on.”

She raised a single eyebrow as she looked up into his eyes, a near-scowl on her lips as she confessed to him, “Honestly you should just be lucky I was turned on while having to look at that hideous thing before.”

He shook his head, moving away from her to duck under the stream of hot water, making his short hair stick to his forehead. “At least you met me when I had the beard otherwise I would have probably sent you screaming,” he called over his shoulder to her.

Nat reached for the bottle of shampoo she’d left for herself earlier, pumping some into her hand. “Well once you got it, it knocked you down in my favorite voice actor rankings for sure,” she admitted, smirking as he met her eyes with a frown.

“Oh there’s a ranking? So where do I rank on this list?”

“Maybe fourth or fifth,” she shrugged, working the shampoo through her hair as he stared at her.

“Fourth or fifth?!” He asked, voice incredulous. “I’m literally naked in a shower with you right now and you’re going to tell me I rank fourth or fifth?”

She laughed, biting her lip with a smirk before she reminded him, “Remember you drive a Tesla so that’s another point docked for being a snob.”

The running water trailed down Chris’ broad, muscular back before he turned, facing her as she washed her hair. “So what do I have to do to get up at least in the top three?” He asked, jutting his chin out as he looked at her.

Nat pursed her lips and shrugged, unable to stop herself from teasing himself a bit as she mused, “That’s for you to figure out.”

Chris smirked, almost dangerously as their eyes remained locked on the other’s. She knew exactly what he was thinking and her brain was stuck there as well, on the long night they’d just spent together and what he’d just done to her on his couch. But before long, Chris shook his head, reaching for his own shampoo and working it through the short hair on his head.

His eyes kept finding hers as she washed her hair, his once-shock and now cocky attitude turning to amusement as her curls grew from the water and shampoo, the suds likely comically big while she ran her hands through it, making it grow bigger and causing Chris’ loud laughter to echo off the tiled shower. He reached out, running his fingers through the mess of sudsy hair and shaping it up to make it even taller and his laughs to come out even harder. Nat just stuck her tongue out at him before rinsing out the shampoo, washing out the white foam and making her dark curls reappear.

His voice surprised her when he finally spoke, interrupting her train of thought as she worked her conditioner gently through her curls. He was occupied with the random bottle of body wash she’d stuck in the shower earlier in the week, squeezing some into the palm of his hand as he asked her, “So who is number one?”

“Number one what?” She replied, tipping her head back under the shower head and rinsing the conditioner out gently.

“On your list?” He clarified, stepping next to her and under the second shower head, washing his body off.

“Oh that’s easy, Mindy Kaling,” she easily answered, knowing the answer already. “She honestly was the most involved actor I worked with. She loved Disgust so much and was really involved with a lot of the process. We’d go out to lunch all the time and honestly became friends through the process.”

His shoulders slouched and his head turned to look at her, head tilted down to meet her eyes as she opened them and straightened up. “Damn I thought I was special,” he whispered.

“I didn’t sleep with Mindy so you still are the only one with that title,” she placated him, smirking as he grinned at those words.

He handed her the body wash when she pointed to it, watching her as she finished up. “I want to know who these other idiots are who outranked me,” he murmured, eyes trailing over her body.

“Tina Fey is number two. She brought me doughnuts a lot,” Nat remembered, smiling at the thought. She reached for the shower wand, moving it over her body before she turned the water off. “And then Samuel L. Jackson is number three. I only met him once but he’s Mace Windu, so he just automatically gets a high ranking.”

“I’ll allow that,” Chris nodded to himself. He opened the shower door, grabbing towels as the colder air rushed inside the steamy shower. He ran the towel over his hair and face as he stepped into the bathroom, holding it open for Nat as she wrapped it around herself, then reached for her hair towel before following him. “So am I at least number four?”

“Yeah, I’ll put you in fourth,” she agreed, smirking to herself.

“So basically what I’m hearing is that I just need to bring you doughnuts and be in Star Wars and then I can move up to second place,” he began, pausing until she nodded in confirmation, making him laugh. “That’s doable.”

Chris’ laugh echoed through the bathroom as he stepped into his closet, drawers opening as he found clothes for himself. Nat headed into his bedroom, finding her bag near the couch against the far wall, and she began pulling clothes on as well. She’d just made her way back into the bathroom to hang up her towels and begin taming her hair when he reappeared, dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a faded t-shirt, brown hair sticking up all over the place as it dried haphazardly.

There was something about this that just felt so… good. Sure last night had been wonderful, the excitement of Chris coming back and actually getting to see him in person again, not to mention how incredible it was to be tucked in his bed, being fully connected to one another. But this was different. Today had just been slow and easy, doing laundry, watching TV, and taking a shower. Just normal things, but after so long apart and never having been able to have these moments until months in, it just felt so natural and so right.

As they moved around each other in the bathroom, Nat drying her curls and Chris pulling out his clippers to shape his stubble that was growing in, she realized just how close they’d become. How he truly had become her best friend in every sense of the word. But that one nagging part of her brain couldn’t help but wonder if he was in just as deep as she was. Chris was in a different world, no doubt having women throw themselves at him constantly and most likely getting his way with most things. She knew that he cared about her but Nat felt anxious, wondering if he was planning on this being a deep committed relationship.

This kept filtering through her head once they were in the kitchen making dinner together. Nat kept her mouth shut, just listening to the sound of Chris softly singing to the song stuck in his head while she put the chicken in the hot pan on the burner before turning back to the counter, chopping the parsley slowly. Normally Nat wasn’t an anxious person… in fact quite the opposite. She had always been able to just go with the flow, beating to her own drum as she rolled through life. She wasn’t afraid of her emotions, feeling them all so deeply and able to express them so easily, but there was a piece of this that did cause anxiety in her.

What if he rejected her?

What if a relationship wasn’t what he wanted, or if this was some temporary thing that he was just filling his time with? If she had been in a more logical state of mind, it would have not even been a thought, his actions proving for months that he wanted her and all that came with her. But the lack of clarity and knots in her stomach had her brain kicking into high gear on overthinking.

She glanced up, seeing where he had his back to her as he washed the green beans underneath the faucet while Dodger paced back and forth by his legs. She watched the muscles ripple beneath his thin, worn shirt as he moved back and forth between the package of green beans and the cutting board. His eyes occasionally drifted down to Dodger at his feet, his laugh echoing through the open space as he stepped around the dog. Nat swallowed nervously, voice timid as she asked, “Chris?”

“Yeah?” He replied easily, tilting his head but barely looking at her as he shut the water off, holding a single green bean in his hand as he smirked down at Dodger. “Hey bubba, you want a snack? You want one of these?”

“Chris, we’re…” she paused, hesitating enough that Chris turned to look at her fully, brows furrowed. “We’re….dating now, right? Like we’re doing this?”

He shrugged, a grin pulling on his lips while he placed the last green bean on the cutting board next to him. “I was under the impression we already were,” he told her.

Nat sighed, shaking her head as she insisted, “I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” Chris shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. “I was thinking we had been for a while now.”

Nat nodded, biting her lip to stop the smile from overtaking her expression. “I kind of did too, but I just, wasn’t sure I guess so I wanted to ask,” she replied.

“If it helps to clarify, I want us to be dating because I only want you,” Chris explained, pushing himself up from where he’d been resting the small of his back against the marble countertops, crossing the distance to stand in front of Nat. His hand reached out for her own, pulling her closer to him.

“I want that too,” she murmured, unable to help the smile this time as she looked into his eyes.

She watched as Chris moved both of his warm hands to cup her cheeks while Dodger came to sit by their feet. Nat just looked up into his eyes for a long moment as his thumbs rubbed softly against her cheeks before he leaned down to kiss her deeply as if to seal that spoken commitment between them. The warmth that filled her stayed there throughout dinner, Chris holding one of her hands across the table as they ate together and talked effortlessly but that talking turned to kissing once their dishes were in the sink and that kissing landed them back on the couch where they had been earlier.

Nat’s sweatpants and panties were discarded before they had even made it to the couch, the only thing on her body being the thin cami that had been buried at the bottom of her bag. She couldn’t pull her lips away from his passionate kisses as she blindly reached for his Nike shorts, Chris lifting his lips so she could get rid of them as well as his boxers before he sat back down as she climbed on his lap.

His hands slipped underneath the light green cami, holding onto her waist while Nat’s arms slipped around his neck, pressing her body fully into him while their passionate kissing continued.

It was so easy for Nat to hand her whole heart over to him, trusting him in every way. He’d hardly ever let her down, proving time and time again just how thoughtful he was, how he could apologize when needed, and just how deeply he cared for her. She knew it hadn’t been a mistake trusting him and here she was again, putty in his hands. She rolled her bare hips down into his lap, feeling his hardness underneath her and only managing to get her even wetter than she already was.

Chris pulled his lips away from hers, his blue eyes bleary as he leaned his head back against the cushion and looked at her. She watched his eyes drop down, following along the lines of her neck before lingering on where her nipples were poking through the thin material and he moved a hand from her waist to come up and pull the loose fabric down, exposing her bare chest to the cool air of the room. Her nipples hardened quickly, even before he dipped his head down, lips meeting her bare skin just as Nat moved a hand down, holding him in place as she lowered herself down onto him.

Almost immediately, Nat’s head tilted back as she moaned loudly. It was the first time she was feeling him without any barrier and feeling the warmth of his cock inside her was enough to have her shivering on his lap and by the squeeze of his tight grip on her waist, she figured out that he was feeling the exact same glorious feeling. She just sat there for a long moment, adjusting to the slight pleasurable sting of him stretching her while they each caught their breath.

“Nattie,” he groaned, nipping at her chest. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

She moved slightly on him, feeling the sting turn into pure pleasure as she moaned, “So do you, baby.”

Chris didn’t verbally respond, instead just taking the moment to peel off the bunch up cami and toss it to the floor, allowing him to litter kisses across Nat’s chest before her hands grasped at his broad shoulders and she shifted her weight on his lap. Nat pushed herself more onto her knees, allowing her to start moving her hips up and down, sliding herself along his length and making moans pour from each other's lips.

It felt so good to be working herself along his hard length, but she knew that it felt even better because of the person she was sharing this moment with. It was right there in her heart, those three little words that were begging to come out. She knew she loved him, she knew that more than she knew anything else, but what she didn’t know is that he felt exactly the same way and had those same words rattling around in his head.

But she told herself it wasn’t the right time with them having barely been back together, barely hitting the twenty-four hour mark just now, and she instead pushed those words back down, instead letting out a soft moan of his name as she bounced up and down on his lap. It was all so good, her body feeling like it was on fire as Chris’ firm grasp helped lift her up and down as he pressed messy kisses along her collar bone.

Everything just felt too good and soon her knees were buckling as she faltered in her rhythmic movements. Feeling her stuttered movements, Chris held onto her waist even tighter, gently pulling her off of his hard cock and laid her on the couch right next to where he was sitting before moving to hover over her. Nat was already feeling weak but when he pushed himself back inside her and she heard his low grunt mixed with the thud of his necklace hitting against his chest, she knew that she was almost done for and with him changing his angle to drag against that sensitive bundle of nerves she couldn’t hang on any longer.

She was grabbing onto him as she cried out loudly, eyes pressing shut tight as she hit her peak, the action making Chris groan from how tight her walls were squeezing him. Nat was panting as her eyes slowly fluttered back open, just enjoying the sight of him plowing into her harder and harder as he got close to his own edge, but seemed to suddenly remember the lack of protection between them and pulled out of her.

Wanting to be the one who got him over that amazing edge, Nat reached out to palm his throbbing cock, pumping her hand up and down until he was moaning her name while he spilled his essence onto her with his loud cries. Nat just watched as he sat down between her legs, rubbing a hand over his short hair while he tried to catch his breath. She reached out for him lazily, just wanting to feel him close but he took her hand, pressing a kiss in the palm of her hand before telling her, “I’ll be right back, baby.”

And he was, heading toward the kitchen before returning a moment later with a damp paper towel, cleaning her off meticulously before he folded up the paper towel and left it on the coffee table to be dealt with later. Nat smiled widely as he came back to lay on the couch, maneuvering them so that he was laying on his back while she laid face down on his chest while they basked in the afterglow of how they were feeling.

She pressed a few soft kisses to the crook of his neck before he nuzzled his nose against her face, getting her attention and making her look up so he could kiss her pink lips. Nat felt his hands running down her bare back, coming to rest on her round cheeks where he rubbed his hands softly as they kissed over and over again.

She never wanted to leave here, never wanted to leave his embrace, be as far as an arm’s length from him. She never wanted to forget the way his lips felt against hers, never wanted to forget the way he sighed as they kissed, then smirked before he deepened it. She never wanted to forget the sound of his breaths, the slight hitch in them as she moved her hand below his shirt. She never wanted to forget the sound of his laugh, the one that echoed in her mind nearly all the time. She didn’t know how she’d ever live without any of this, and she never wanted to try to figure it out.

A/N: We love them so so so much! We are so thrilled to finally be to this point and sharing these chapters with you all! As a reminder, feel free to send in asks for them at any time! Thank you all for reading!!

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starlightcevans · 2 years

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To Infinity and Happy Father’s Day!

I have written a fan fiction about Father's Day. The story continues from “No bunny compares to you”.

This fan fic is not age-restricted, but there are a few kiss scenes.

Enjoy!

Credit to edited image: @rainbowkisses31

Please let me know if there are any grammar errors.

Thank you!

“Come on Dad!” Jack beams, jumping up and down by the counter, playing with the – ah!

“Look, Dad! It’s you!” Jack says cheerfully, holding up the Buzz Lightyear action figure.

I cannot help but laugh at my son. “Yes, that’s me.”

“We going to see you in the movies! I even count down the days!” Jack smiles radiantly, full of joy.

“Yeah!” I smile, but then I look around. I don’t see Abigail or Sapphira anywhere. “Where are Mommy and Abigail?”

I could have sworn I heard them this morning. Where did they go?

“Come on Dad, we will be late.”

“But where are your sister and mother?” I ask, a little worried now.

“They are – oh! It’s a surprise.” Jack giggles and then he pulls at my arm.

Phew! As long as they are okay.

“Let’s go, Dad! Let’s go! We cannot miss the movie” Jack shouts, grabbing my jacket.

We aim toward the door, but Jack halts. “Wait! I need to say goodbye to Sox and Dodgie.” he races off up the stairs, and I follow after him.

Goodness! My son is full of energy, but he is always a happy child and I love him so much. Some days though, I just can’t keep up whenever Jack gets excited.

As I reach the top of the stairs, I overhear Jack talking to Sox and Dodger in his bedroom.

“No Sox, you cannot come with us. No animals are allowed at the movies, but I can take my soft toy with me. He will tell you how the movie was. Now Dodgie, you are older than Sox, so you are in charge. Keep Sox safe. He’s still a baby. Oh, Dodgie! I love you too! Hehe! All these kisses!” Jack giggles.

I step into the bedroom and I see Jack hugging Dodger, and it makes me want to cry. I’m so glad my son loves animals.

Oh! I can feel the tears watering in my eyes.

I walk closer to where Jack is, but I halt as I look at the outfit I am wearing in the mirror. I bet Jack told Sapphira he wanted me to wear this outfit. Or maybe, I think Sapphira told Jack that I should wear this outfit, for obvious reasons.

“Dad! We match!” Jack jumps next to me and places his arms around me, and I cannot help but laugh at the two of us. The people at the cinema will definitely know what movie we are going to go watch.

“I am so happy I get to say I am Buzz Lightyear’s son!” Jack squeezes me tightly.

“And I am proud to be called that,” I say, almost choking on my words. “Right, let’s go shall we?” I exhale, trying not to cry before I go to the cinema.

“Yes! Let’s go!” Jack takes my hand and hauls me out of the room.

***

“1 Children’s combo and 1 adult combo please,” I say, ordering the popcorn and soda at the cinema.

“Dad! Look! LOOK!” Jack points to the Lightyear movie line, where people are waiting to see the movie.

Wow! There are a lot of people! I’m glad people are excited to see the film. I was excited when I was recording the voice of Buzz.

“Here you go.” The movie staff member hands me the two combos I ordered.

"Thank you." Jack and I take our movie combos and make our way to the Lightyear cinema.

I still can’t believe I am going to see, well, me in a movie, but not just any movie. A Pixar film! It still feels surreal to be in this film, but I am so happy that my son is excited to see the film.

Once we show our tickets, Jack and I walk into the cinema.

***

“Wow! Dad! That was the best movie ever! It was funny! I saw Sox! The real one! He was so cute!” Jack babbles as we exit the cinema.

I think I may cry.

“You were so cool, Dad!” Jack jumps and embraces me. “I am so happy that you played Buzz! I am so happy you are my dad!” Jack squeezes me, and I can feel the tears streaking down my cheeks.

I rub my eyes and bend down to kiss my son on his forehead. “And I am so happy that you enjoyed the movie.”

“I loved the movie!” Jack smiles radiantly.

“And I love that you loved the movie.” I smile back. I stand up, taking Jack’s hand and we walk out of the movie cinema. As we make our way outside the mall, I immediately spot my wife and my daughter.

“Hey Buzz, how are you?” Sapphira teases, giving me a toothy smile.

Before I can answer, Jack runs toward Sapphira. “Mommy! Mommy! Daddy was so cool! Did you see the movie that Dad was in?” Jack opens his arms and embraces his mother.

“I did.”

Jack steps back. “When did you?”

“With your grandparents, remember? When we went to one of the movie premieres.”

“Yes! You got to see the real-life Buzz too!”

“That too.” Sapphira nods and she darts her gaze to me. “Nice suit by the way.” she chuckles, looking at my Lightyear suit.

I narrow my eyes playfully. “You wouldn’t happen to know who decided on this suit, would you?”

“Not a clue. Maybe your son wants his father to dress like him.” Sapphira giggles.

Oh! I love Sapphira’s laugh. It might be quite loud, but it is infectious. I lean over and kiss Sapphira gently on her lips, and she blushes.

Suddenly, Abigail makes a noise, stretching her arms out to me.

“Oh yes, someone has been wanting her father for hours.” Sapphira says.

“Well, how can I say no to that adorable face?” I take Abigail out of her pram and embrace her, kissing her cheek. Abigail giggles and places her hands on my face. I smile and Abigail giggles again.

“Where have you two been when Jack and I went to watch the movie?” I shift my gaze to Sapphira.

“This is where we went.” Sapphira holds up plane tickets, which were handcrafted by Jack?

I hold Abigail with one arm, while I study the one plane ticket addressed to me. It’s a ticket stating that we will be going to –

“Walt Disney World?” I look at Sapphira and she nods. “And we will be there in 3 hours? And we are staying at the Art of Animation resort for 2 days?”

“Happy Father’s Day.” Jack and Sapphira shout in unison, but Sapphira then walks up to me and kisses me on my cheek.

“We better go.” I say, and Sapphira takes Jack's hand while her other hand pulls Abigail’s pram. We make our way to our separate cars, but Jack decides to go with Sapphira, while I take Abigail in my car, and we all head home.

“You already packed for me?” I ask, astounded that I didn’t see my bag packed at the front door earlier.

“We have to be at the airport in 30 minutes, of cause I had to pack for you.” Sapphira laughs softly. “Now let’s go. Jack!” she calls.

I take Abigail and we all head toward out the house.

***

“Look Dad! LOOK WHO IT IS!” Jack screams, pointing to Buzz Lightyear.

“I can see, son.”

“Let’s go meet him!” Jack grabs my arm and pulls me to where the Buzz Lightyear character is standing. The queue to meet Buzz Lightyear is not that long, which is good because we have a lunch reservation in 20 minutes.

“I wonder what Buzz Lightyear will do when he sees you?” Jack shakes with excitement, and I chuckle. I wonder too.

After a few minutes, Jack and I step forward to meet Buzz Lightyear. Jack fist pumps Buzz and then Jack is led to a table, where Buzz stamps his name in Jack’s autograph book, which Sapphira bought the minute we stepped into the Magic Kingdom park.

“Wow! Look Dad!” Jack holds the book up to me.

“I see. You officially met Buzz Lightyear.” I say, smiling.

Jack drops the book. "I met you already."

I cannot help but laugh at that.

“Mommy! Look, Dad is going to meet Buzz Lightyear!”

“I see.” Sapphira says while she holds Abigail in her arms.

Jack takes my hand and leads me to meet Buzz Lightyear. The character holds his fist up, and I fist-bump his fist with mine. Sapphira takes a picture of us, and Jack jumps up for joy.

"It's official. You have met Buzz Lightyear." Sapphira says, and I chuckle.

Jack jumps right in front of me and Buzz Lightyear, throwing his arms in the air. “To infinity and Happy Father’s Day!” he shouts.

Everyone around us claps and cheers, shouting ‘Happy Father’s Day.'

“Also, to infinity and beyond!” Jack beams, jumping in the air like he is about to fly up to the sky.

I pick Jack up and hug him. “I love you, my son.” I kiss Jack on his cheek.

“I love you too, Dad! Happy Father’s Day.”

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 2 years

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The Interview Series: Trailer Reaction

A/N: This video is living in my mind rent free

Summary: Chris finally gets to see the trailer for Lightyear and he couldn’t be happier

Word Count: 570

Warnings: Super Fluff! Very excited and happy Chris!

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In the small Disney studio you were stood off to the side with the biggest smile on your face. However no matter how big your smile was, there was no way it could be bigger than the smile on Chris’ face.

Today was the day that Chris would finally get to see the final trailer for the new Lightyear movie. All morning he had been this big ball of energy, waking up early even though he wasn’t a morning person, all jittery with excitement as the time ticked closer to this moment in time.

You had never seen Chris more excited to promote a movie, of course he got excited to see clips and trailers for his movies but not really to promote them. This movie was a whole other story, he could barely shut up about it.

You watched him as he bounced back and forth watching the trailer, leaning into the laptop to the point that the crew had to gently remind him to back up so they could actually see him in the shot. He was literally like a little kid sat right in front of the TV.

When the trailer was over he shook his head hands running over his mouth to hide the pure excitement, trying his best to bottle it in and not let it explode.

“its looks great!” Chris exclaims clapping and rubbing his hands together “I expect no less though” he smiles shaking his head as he looked over at you, his smile widening further, his hands running over his mouth as he glances back at the laptop and then back at you.

As soon as the camera’s stopped rolling he made a beeline for you, enveloping you in a bear hug so tight that you could barely breath, your feet lifting up from the floor. You can feel his smile as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his chest shaking as he laughs.

“oh my god that was incredible, I’m so happy like-“ Chris beams once he put you down, his hand running through his hair as he struggled to find the words to explain how happy he was.

“I know, I’m so happy for you” you smile taking his hand and squeezing it.

“you need to see it! can I show Y/N? please?” Chris asks turning to face the crew.

“yeah of course” the producer nods chuckling gently.

Chris instantly pulls you towards the laptop making you squeal with surprise, laughing as he pulls you into his side and restarts the trailer. You rested your hand on his chest smiling as you watched the trailer, feeling Chris try to contain his excitement, bouncing on the balls of his feet. It was an incredible trailer that had you laughing the entire time and you couldn’t wait to see the full movie, knowing full well you were going to ball your eyes out, because 1) it was Pixar and 2) you were insanely proud of Chris.

“its incredible, I love it and I can’t wait to see it” you smile once it finished looking up at chris “I’m so proud of you” you add your hand running over his heart.

You visibly see him melt as he smiles down at you “god I love you so much” he grins before cupping your cheek and bringing his lips down to yours for a kiss full of so much love.

A/N 2: This was solely based on this moment alone, Photo and gif credit to @rainbowkisses31

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enhais · 2 years

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Enhypen Yandere reaction to other member saying that you look pretty/hot.

Hot for legal line

yandere!enhypen reaction to another member calling you pretty/hot

content: fem!reader, jealousy jealousyyy, possessive behaviour, uhmm some of them are cute ig, the reader likes the boys (either overlooks their behaviour and are infatuated with them or has fallen into the stockholm hole)

a/n: as usual, the guys would (hopefully) never act like this in real life, this is just my opinion/vision of them as yanderes, nothing else. these types of relationships are not good relationships! also, i haven’t proofread </3

JUNGWON

you had bought a new dress and wanted to show jungwon, so you decided to give him a call on facetime when you came home. a happy wonnie showed up on screen after a few signals, “hi baby! how are y-“ you couldn’t stop yourself, the dress was just so cute! you put the phone up on a shelf and backed up a bit to show off your outfit, “i bought a new dress!” the boy’s smile grew wider, a cloud of butterflies entering his stomach.

and then jake came into his room to ask him something but his focus was instead set on you. he came forward to get a better look at you through the phone, “hi, y/n!” he said cheerfully and waved, not noticing the younger’s angry expression. you gave a little wave back, “hi jake…” how cute, he thought, “you look really pretty!” you felt how your cheeks became hotter and went to grab the phone. jungwon turned around to look at his hyung, “what are you doing here? get out.” his tone was demanding while he nodded towards the door, “alright… bye, y/n!” after jake left, jungwon turned back to you, “you’re mine… only mine.”

SUNOO

you were over at their dorm to watch the new pixar film with your lovey-dovey boyfie sunoo <3 the guys were scattered over the place: jungwon and jay were in the kitchen, heeseung was still at hybe, and jake and niki wanted to watch the movie with the two of you and were therefore waiting impatiently in the living room. “are you finished yet?” jake called out, leaning his head back. you tied the string on your pyjama pants before walking out, “let’s go!” niki looked up from his phone and dropped it on the couch, “aren’t you pretty?” sunoo came out before you could answer, “yeah, but she’s mine.” causing jake to let out a laugh.

the rest of the night would consist of sunoo never leaving your side, always touching you somehow whether that’d be by holding hands or tightly embracing you. “you’re so pretty.” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver along your spine as a smile formed on your lips. you glanced at him before grabbing his hand, “thank you.” but yeah, niki still definitely thought you were pretty </3

NIKI

seriously, play the mine song from lazy town… you were visiting niki at practice one day, excited to see what they’ve been working on for the past months. as you walked through the door, there was no sign of your boyfriend… “hey, jay! where’s niki?” you put down the bag of bread you wanted to treat them with and took off your jacket. jay eyed you up and down, taking a quick look at your outfit, “he’ll be back in a minute,” he began, his voice a bit quiet than usual, “but, uhm, you look pretty today.” the compliment floated in the air when niki came back with jungwon just a second later.

you went up to hug him, “i missed you.” his chin rested on the top of your head while his arms wrapped around you. jay went back to look at his phone, scrolling aimlessly to avoid the awkwardness. niki noticed this and decided to ask, “did something happen?” you pouted and shook your head, “no, he just told me i looked pretty.” maybe it didn’t mean anything to you, but hearing something like that made niki’s blood boil. he pulled you tighter into his chest, “mm, alright… but you’re mine, right? only my words count.” seeing your confused, almost disappointed expression, made him continue, “you’re my pretty baby.”

HEESEUNG

he was scrolling through the pictures that he took of you on your date, wanting to refresh his memory of your angelic features. you, smiling and looking at heeseung with heart-eyes… what a blessing. jay, who sat beside him, leaned over, curious about what he was looking at. “she’s so hot…” startled by the confession, heeseung turned his head about to call him out, “good for you.” jay smiled and went back to scrolling on his own.

heeseung’s blood was pumping, his pulse high — you belonged to him, everyone knew that, so, why would he say something like that? it made him furious. but the fact that you did belong to him made him feel better <3 he would be sure to show you off around jay a bit extra during the next couple of months, being more possessive than usual. tight embraces and passionate kisses — everything to make jay understand that you were his.

JAY

you were waiting outside of hybe for jay to finish the meeting about the concert layout. the sun was peaking out through the cotton candy clouds, a warm breeze causing your hair to flow. a familiar voice startled you, “hey, y/n!” it was sunghoon. he opened his arms to embrace you in a hug, “nice to see you.” his voice uttered only for you to hear. “did you miss the meeting?” you asked and received a sheepish nod, “yeah… but they told me they could give me a rundown about it and that i still could voice my opinions.”

jay exited the building with heeseung and jake, chatting about something that made them laugh. as soon as he saw you being so close to sunghoon, his breath hitched and the smile disappeared. you gave him a wave and sunghoon turned around, “hi guys! did the meeting go well?” as the other guys responded he leaned into jay’s ear, “you got yourself a keeper, huh? she’s so hot.” without being drastic, jay’s blood began to boil and his hand met harshly with the younger’s cheek. “don’t you ever say that again.”

JAKE

as you two had planned, he was gonna come over to yours to hang out, maybe watch a movie, eat some food — the usual thing couples did. he was about to put on his shoes when heeseung came up behind him, “where are you going?” a glass of water in his hand and the pyjama pants too long for his legs were pooling around his ankles. “ah, i’m going over to y/n’s for the night.” a smirk formed on the older’s lips before he muttered, “she’s so hot…” did he hear correctly? his brows knitted together, “huh? what did you say?” but heeseung just shook his head, “nothing, just have fun, alright?”

you could tell how furious he was when he came through the door, slamming it shut, probably scaring some neighbours. you immediately stood up to meet him, an expression of worry prominent on your face, “what’s wrong?” he sighed out, “heeseung thinks you’re hot.” in which you could only laugh. you placed your hands on each of his shoulders, “i know i’m hot… but i’m all yours, so you shouldn’t worry.” his hands made their way to your waist, pulling you towards him, making your noses barely touch. his minty breath was pleasant against your face as he whispered, “only mine.”

SUNGHOON

interrupting their practice, his phone began buzzing. “can we stop? i just have to check this…” your name covering the screen made him worried. what if something had happened? “y/n? what is it?” you, on the other hand, were out shopping, happier than ever, and only wanted to know if they needed anything. sunghoon let out a small chuckle, oblivious to the guys chatting in the back, “no, i don’t think so… you want to come by later? just send me a text or something and i’ll get you from the entrance.”

sunghoon finished practice and you made your way to the company after sending him a text. “baby!” he embraced you tightly, resting his chin on your head before meeting up with the others. jake cheered with excitement as he saw you, “y/n! what a hottie!” you had never met him before, but hoonie had said good things about him, so you trusted him. however, his sudden reaction made you visibly uncomfortable. “don’t say things like that,” sunghoon demanded sternly, giving jake a look, “keep them to yourself.” and hoonie reassured you that he wasn’t (usually) like that and would keep an eye on you as you chatted with sunoo and jungwon to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable <3

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lipstickbisous · 3 years

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞

A/N: i am full aware that this is from a pixar movie, what about it? i do a lot of fics based off of songs, they’re just easy prompts for me to use and are easy inspiration!

PAIRING: ransom drysdale x reader

SUMMARY: ransom reminisces.

WARNINGS: literally like the smallest mentions of sex, angst, drunk!ransom, he’s not a murderer in this, yay!, cheating (i’m sorry if ur name is diamond), shit ending in my opinion

WORD COUNT: 3.9k

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masterlist

when somebody loved me,

everything was beautiful.

he’s seeing red. his vision was blurred as he stumbled down his staircase, bumping into the railing and almost falling off. almost all of the lights were on in his house and yet everything was dark. he could hear the rain outside and it did well to match his mood inside. the stench of beer was radiating from his body and he fell to his knees once he reached the kitchen.

the wine cabinet was just a few feet away, and he’d drank every alcoholic substance in the house. but he couldn’t bring himself to drink the shit. the only reason he still had it was because wine was your favorite and those bottles were fucking expensive. he sat his back against the cabinet behind him. “when did i change my socks?” he thought to himself, and then he noticed that every piece of clothing he was wearing was one that you’d bought for him. the gray knitted sweater that fit him perfectly, the light brown pants that he honestly hated but you believed he looked amazing in them, and the socks with breakfast food on them that you’d gotten for his birthday.

ransom was a dick, and he knew that. he was well aware of how he treated women. he was a loner and never really thought of himself as someone who would love. his mother and father...loved him, but only because he was their son. he would blame the way he was on how he was raised, but he knew doing that only made him a shittier person. since he was sixteen-years old, ransom had been a womanizer and a trust fund prick.

every hour spent together lives within my heart.

you. you, you, you, you, you. he had to admit, the first moment he saw you, he knew that the night would go like any other. he’d take you home, you’d share some beer, then share the bed, and you’d be gone in the morning. but when he woke up and you were still soundly asleep, letting out small puffs of breath with the blanket pulled up to your chin, he felt something.

at first, he didn’t like it. it was like a hand was squeezing around his heart and trying to pull it out from his body. his insides were all twisted and when your eyes opened to find him staring at you, he stumbled to find the right words. you’d only blushed and whispered a, “creeper” before closing your eyes again. then, ransom realized that the hand around his heart was yours, and it was strange because he’d never let anyone even near to touching him like that. and in you came, squeezing your way through the small space he absentmindedly made for you. he didn’t even notice it, but during the night together, when he was inside you, you were slowly sinking yourself into his mind.

eventually, ransom had gotten used to it. you’d started to come over more often, and sometimes it would lead to the bed or just sitting and talking. he knew he wasn’t an open book; you knew that it would eventually take time. the first date he took you on was to the most expensive restaurant out of town, but then he learned that you weren’t a girl impressed by money. “that’s weird”, he had thought. when he drove you back home that night, you’d left a simple kiss on his lips and said goodbye.

a week had passed and there hadn’t been anything heard from you. he was getting worried and in the beginning, ransom was disgusted. he had never let a girl web her way into him.

but you, you, you. he was all about you and he made you know it. after no texts or calls, he’d drove to your house and explained everything. he was opening up, and although the feeling was foreign, it was...nice. there was a sudden weight removed from his shoulders and he could finally breathe again. that night, he’d spent it in your bed, primarily focused on how you felt because in that moment, all that mattered was you.

and when she was sad, i was there to dry her tears.

ransom wasn’t affectionate. he didn’t dote, he didn’t give good-morning hugs or small, mindless kisses or cuddles at night. no one had ever given that to him, so part of the reason was because he just didn’t know how. his mother had never showed him more than a goodnight kiss and don’t even get him started on his father.

but one morning, when you were sitting in his bedroom balcony at the crack of dawn, with a blanket wrapped around your half-naked body, he admired the way you didn’t look down to your phone to take a picture or played music in the background. your attention was devoted to the birds in their trees, to the morning dew, and the sun just beginning to peak through the horizon. and before he knew it, ransom was sitting himself behind you, ignoring the freezing cold of the balcony floor (he mentally cursed himself for not grabbing a blanket) and wrapped his arms around you.

the two of you had sat together like that until the sun sat high in the sky. then, he’d noticed the slightest tears down your cheek and the stifled sob you’d let out. ransom had never done this before. girls had cried around him, sure, he’d broken so many hearts he couldn’t even count them with his fingers, but to look down and see you crying in his arms was...well, it was almost infuriating. how dare whatever’s bothering you make you cry. he hadn’t really said anything, considering that this was his first time comforting someone. he’d ran his hand through your head and pulled you even tighter to his chest. ransom gently whispered small shushes as your sobbing grew louder.

to this day, he still doesn’t know what you had cried about, but all that mattered to him was getting you to feel better.

and when she was happy, so was i. when she loved me.

he had absolutely no intentions of letting you meet his family. they were diabolical and cruel, and you were absolutely the definition of beauty and truth. ransom knew the way that they would sink their claws into you. they’d tell you passive aggressive insults to bite at your confidence, because “baby, you’re practically radiating with it.” the thought of his family undermining you, pushing you down so much that you ran from him was agonizingly gut-wrenching to think about. in no way would ransom risk losing you to his family.

one morning, he’d walked down to the kitchen to the smell and sound of eggs frying, bacon sizzling, and toast just slightly burning in the toaster. he’d popped them out and took a large bite out of one before setting them on a plate. “what’s all this for?” he asked with a small smile because the thought of someone--who wasn’t a nanny or a maid--making breakfast for him sent butterflies to his stomach.

you had grinned and rushed to the living room to pull out a small box wrapped in blue wrapping paper and a golden bow from under the couch. he’d cocked a brow before ripping the ribbon and lifting the lid from the box. “happy birthday, baby.” you beamed, and he pulled away the tissue paper to reveal a pair of socks with little breakfast foods on them.

it was a strange gift, and if anyone else had given it to him, he would’ve tossed in the trash as soon as they weren’t looking. but with you standing in front of him, a small smile curving your lips, he set them on the counter and wrapped his arms around you. he pressed your head to his chest and buried his in your neck. the two of you had stayed like that until the bacon finished cooking and you plated the eggs. ransom’s dining table was never used--it seated eight and he never had people over, so you would easy the kitchen island and the bar seats to eat your meals.

“best birthday ever,” he told you, smuggling kisses onto your neck. you’d finished about half of your breakfast when the doorbell rung. it was especially suspicious considering that ransom didn’t have very many friends, he’d cut off contact with his family, and he wasn’t one to share his address. he cocked a brow and set down his fork and knife leaving you at the island. from your spot in the kitchen, you couldn’t exactly see who was at the door when he opened it, but they could see you perfectly.

“what the fuck is this?” ransom instantly began to interrogate his mother and father standing at his front door. in their car parked by the road he could see walt and his brat son and wife behind the tinted windows. “what the actual fuck are you doing here?” this sort of language wasn’t new to linda and richard but she still took offense.

his mother looked through the doorway and saw an innocent-looking girl sitting at the kitchen island wearing nothing more than one of ransom’s sweaters and panties. “who is that?” she asked, emphasis on the ‘that’.

ransom looked back toward you but before you could walk over to see what the hell was going on, he walked out of the house and slammed the door shut. yes, the massachusett’s air was freezing, and yes, ransom wasn’t wearing any pants (you’d told him you liked him walking around in his boxers). “she’s none of your business,” he shivered, emphasis on the ‘she��. linda’s brow perked and she shook her head.

“i don’t think so,” the white-haired woman demanded. “where were you yesterday?” her son honestly could not think of what she was talking about. he furrowed in his brows in confusion as his father sighed in exasperation. “the funeral? you completely missed it!” she began to yell.

ransom hadn’t yet told you about his grandfather’s death--he was convinced it was more than a suicide--and he hadn’t told you anything about his mother. for all you knew, some lady and some man were outside screaming at your boyfriend. “i was busy.” technically, ransom wasn’t lying. he was well-aware when the funeral was, and he actually had full intentions on attending, but when he woke up to your body wrapped in his blankets and your eyes peeking open to say good morning, he couldn’t resist.

linda seemed taken aback that ransom would pick you over his grandfather. she stumbled backwards dramatically and grabbed her husband’s hand, to which ransom only responded with an eye roll. “you chose a slut,” she pressed a hand to her chest and ignored her husband’s plead to stop. “over us? over your family?”

the word infuriated ransom. yes, he’d called girls that before and yes, sometimes he would slip into sex talk, but he’d stopped all the misogyny since he’d met you. his eyes turned into flames and every muscle in his body flex. his fist clenched and he was ready to scare his mother away before a confident, “ransom?” emerged from behind him. when you noticed that his guests were still there, you gasped and went to cover your naked legs. ransom protectively stood in front of you to shield you as much as possible from his mother.

“don’t call her that,” he spoke defiantly and both linda and richard watched in astonishment. their son--their filthy excuse of a son, their son who only cared about money, their son who had never loved anyone in his miserable life. they could both see it. in his eyes, he was completely changed. hugh ransom drysdale was in love.

before linda or richard or even walt, who began to limp out of the car, could stop him, ransom slowly led you back into the house. he was quick, however, to lock the door behind him and close all the blinds, denying any natural sunlight or his family’s spying stares into his home--into your home. you were confused as ransom pushed you into the kitchen and sat you back down at the island. he sat beside you as if nothing had happened so you assumed that you were to forget the whole situation. but ransom knew, as well as his parents did, that in that moment where he defended you and not his family, he knew what was going on.

“ransom, we should probably talk about what happened,” you had suggested when you’d both finished breakfast and were placing your dishes in the dishwasher. he was washing the frying pan in the sink and ignored you. “come on, baby. i know it’s your birthday, and i can assume who those people were,” you were only a little salty because this was your first meeting with his parents. “but i really think-”

“i love you.” he whispered, shutting off the water and letting the frying pan soak in soap suds in the sink. ransom leaned against the counter.

you cocked your head. it had been seven months and along those months you were mentally begging for him to say those words. “w-what?”

“i love you.” he repeated himself. over half a year ago, ransom would’ve never imagined himself ever saying that to anyone, whether it be a girl or his mother. he most certainly did not imagine opening himself into the embrace of you, you, you. but now, having said those words out loud, it felt good. he’d been scared to say it, because what if you didn’t say them back or what if it was a waste of time. but all of his worries and fears of the three words drifted away when you wrapped your arms around his waist and whispered back, “i love you, too.”

but she began to drift away, i was left alone.

in all honesty, ransom didn’t mean for any of this to happen.

diamond was honestly the most ridiculous girl he’d ever met. she pranced around as if she were the smartest woman on earth with a beer bottle in her hand. wearing nothing more than dress showing cleavage and the hem stopped just below the curve of her ass. she let her hand touch his shoulder, and if ransom was being honest, he had far too many drinks that night.

one hour later, they were sharing a shitty bed in a shitty motel on the side of a shitty road with a shitty name that ransom couldn’t remember. meanwhile, you were sitting at your shared home with him, an entire dinner that you had cooked sitting in front of you, wearing the dress he’d gotten for you to celebrate your one year anniversary. it was a deep crimson red that looked absolutely divine with your complexion when he woke up, he’d completely forgotten the events of the night before and expected to roll over in his bed to see you.

the first thing he noticed was the smell of her perfume. it wasn’t the natural musky sweet smell you had. the second thing he noticed was that this was not his five-thousand dollar mattress he’d gotten because you simply said it was your favorite. third, he turned over and saw a girl who was not you.

he jumped out of the bed and grabbed his phone before dressing himself. diamond remained completely asleep, gently snoring into the pillow. ransom had never rushed out of a room so fast before pulling out of the motel parking lot in his beamer and driving home to you. when he’d returned home, he searched the entire house for you.

you were sitting on the balcony, a blanket wrapped around you, a cup of coffee in your hand. there was no music playing so he knew you’d heard his car pulling up and him entering the house. you were gently crying again and he slid on his knees to wrap his arms around you.

the first thing you noticed was her perfume. it was a tacky, floral scent that you would’ve never worn or even bought at any point in your life. the second thing you noticed was this wasn’t your ransom. he wasn’t holding you like he usually did and he wasn’t whispering small shushes or asking you what was wrong; he knew what was wrong. the third thing you noticed was when you turned around to see a dark purple mark on his neck. it was an amature move, really, leaving a mark like that where someone could see it.

“if you’re gonna fuck other girls,” you pushed him off of you and threw the blanket to the balcony floor. you were wearing his cream-colored knit sweater and tight black leggings. “you should be a little more secretive about it.”

his heart fell.

it had taken two months to trust him again, but in the time, you weren’t the same. ransom had returned to his normal self (the normal self you knew). he smothered you with gifts, scattered kisses over your face every morning, fucked you to sleep at night, and cooked you homemade meals. you smiled around him. you laughed and made jokes. you had your happy moments and your sad moments, and it seemed like everything was back to normal. he had sworn that it was a mistake he’d never make again and he never did.

but one day, you were gone.

he’d gone out to the grocery store to buy supplies for that night’s dinner. it wasn’t a special anniversary or holiday, but ransom believed in treating you the best he could with this precious second chance you’d given him. he returned home with a large chicken and other ingredients but you were nowhere to be found. his heart was racing, he repeatedly checked every room. he drove to what was now marta’s house to see if you had, for some unknown reason because you didn’t know anything about that side of him, gone over there. you hadn’t.

you were in your car, all of your belongings packed up in a suitcase, driving back to your old home. you hadn’t exactly sold it when you moved in because you knew--you knew that when dating ransom drysdale, something like this was bound to happen. you didn’t answer any texts or calls. hell, he even hand-wrote you a letter and sent it to your parent’s house and your house, but when you saw the envelope with your name written in his hand-writing, you tossed into a box of anything that could remind you of him.

it was time to move on from ransom.

lonely and forgotten.

he was driving. he wasn’t exactly sure how it happened because he was black-out drunk, but one moment he was lamenting in his kitchen looking at the wine and the next he was sitting in his beamer. he sort of noticed the road he was on, but in the dark and without any streetlights, it almost impossible to tell.

is this was he deserved? he knew he was a dick. he knew was a womanizer. he knew that after a lifetime of treating everyone else like shit, the only person who really loved him would leave. it was karma and it was bound to happen. but he truly had done his best with you. ransom knew he fucked up--big time. but every day after that morning he returned to you from the motel, he put his full devotion into you and your relationship. his priorities weren’t trying to get some of marta’s inheritance, they weren’t distancing himself from his family--they were you. you were his reason for life. and then you left.

he slows down on the road and looks for some sign as to exactly why he was driving at the moment. then he noticed the bottle of wine sitting in his cup holder, wrapped in the lamest of tissue paper.

then he noticed it. ransom streetlights began to appear and the evidence of civilization came with it as more and more houses emerged. there was a man walking down the road with his dog on its leash. he looked happy and ransom envied him.

he counted down the house numbers until he recognized the only one. almost all the lights were off in the house, and he was hoping--no, his life depended on you being home. he pulled into your driveway and quietly parked the beamer, gently opening and closing his door. in his hand was the bottle of wine, the most expensive one he’d gotten for you, as he marched up to your front door. ransom was a man with a large ego, but in that moment, he felt it shriveling and his insecurities started to bite him in the ass.

ransom noticed a small kitchen light turned on through the window and the tv was blaring some sort of sitcom he’d never seen you watch before. his hand was in mid-air, clenched into a fist, inches away from the door in front of him. he knocked twice before hiding his hand in his pocket. he was shaking violently. part of him was disgusted with himself. he was letting himself get this upset over a single girl when there were millions in the world.

no. he thought. there’s no other (y/n).

there was shuffling behind the door and a loud yawn before you opened it to reveal the man you’ve missed these past two months. the tiredness that was beginning to take its toll on you disappeared. with ransom standing in front of you, you were suddenly wide awake. “ransom?” you were slightly scared. the side of him that you knew was sweet and loving but you were also well-aware of the frightening side of him. when you fought, it would turn into a war and you were hoping that after all this time, that’s not what was going to happen.

he held up the wine and then set it closer to you on your porch. you looked sleepy with your makeup completely wiped off and your hair clipped back to keep it out of your face. he noticed you were wearing pajamas he’d never seen before, but nevertheless, they looked amazing on your body. the tv was playing in the background ever so quietly. “i-”

and she smiled at me and held me. just like she used to do

you engulfed him in a tight hug, your arms wrapping around his neck and your fingers intertwined with the hair on the back of his head. you missed the smell of his cologne and the slight itchiness his sweaters had on your bare skin. there were tears spilling out of his eyes and you sobbed out a laugh. he returned the hug, letting the smell of your shampoo and conditioner fill his nostrils. he felt at home again when you were this close to him. when the embrace was over, and there was only the slightest space between you two, your hands found themselves on both of his cheeks. you took in the sight of him. he looked like a mess, to be frank. there were dark bags under his eyes that only made an appearance when he spoke to his family and alcohol on his breath; he had shaved but there was still sharp stubble around his chin and jaw; his hair wasn’t neatly combed like normal but instead roughly tousled around.

he pressed his forehead to yours. his lips were closed shut as ransom just let the tears fall.

when she loved me.

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kenjikutie · 4 years

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Back to the Future [Tamaki Amajiki]

summary: when your future child with your boyfriend arrives on the doorstep of the 3-a dorms, fluff, chaos and general panic is bound to ensue word count: 2k pairing: tamaki amajiki x fem!reader warnings: none!

most days, tamaki would thank whatever being there was above him for the mere fact that he was able to hold your hand anytime he wanted to, not that he did, of course. he was constantly overwhelmed by any little affectionate action send his way, whether it was a peck on the temple or a steamy makeout session in one of your dorm rooms. it truly didn’t matter what it was, if it involved your lips, he was sure to be a blushing puddle on the floor

however, this didn’t mean that tamaki wouldn’t cuddle with you of his own volition. the last thing he ever wanted to do was make you feel like you were carrying the weight of the entire relationship. tamaki loved you and he had to make sure you knew, even if he couldn’t untie the knot in his throat anytime he wanted to say it out loud

so, instead of that, he would let his love be expressed through how tight of a hold he had on you during the night. his arms would wrap around your waist while his face was buried in your chest, the adorable indigo tips of his hair settling on your collarbone. you swore that even if something tried to take you from his grasp, they wouldn’t be able to move you more than an inch without him waking up with a whine

but, this clingy nature only existed in the confines of your dorm rooms, due to tamaki’s shyness. because of this, the two of you were sitting next to one another on the common room's sofa, shoulders touching as the rest of the class paid close attention to the famous pixar film, up, playing on the tv. your eyes were also glued to the screen due to your childhood love of the movie, but tamaki was focused on playing with your fingers, trying to distract himself from how many people were gathered in the room

every time a joke was told, you giggled, turning to nejire to laugh some more at her comments on the scene. tamaki, however, would be too concentrated on the small crinkles on your eyes when you laughed and how beautiful your smile was. sometimes, he would overwhelm himself and turn bright red, despite you not even doing anything

a knock on the large front doors of the dorm building caused tamaki to let go of your hand and look up at you, silently wishing that you wouldn’t go answer it, just because he didn’t want you to move. his wish was granted when mirio happily ran to the doors and the rest of the class turned around to see who had paid them a visit. when mirio opened the door, his bright smile fell as he looked around before something tugged on his pant leg

when you heard the sniffling of a child, you immediately jumped off the couch, followed closely by nejire, who cut in front of you to coo at the young visitor. you stood behind your blue-haired friend, not being able to see over both her and mirio. tamaki was beginning to slowly lift himself from the couch to walk over to you, quickly realizing that none of his friends were around him anymore

“u-uncle miri! w-w-where’s m-mommy?”, every jaw in the dorm dropped and no one moved a muscle, besides your happy blonde friend

mirio awkwardly knelt down to look at the young boy, “uncle miri? have we met before? im sorry if i forgot; im not the best at remembering things!”

despite his laughter, you could tell that mirio was just as confused as everyone else. tamaki had taken his spot behind your back, resting his forehead on your shoulder to distract himself from how loud the child was crying. mirio placed a hand on the boy’s back and led him into the room while you, nejire and tamaki backed up to let them inside, still hidden behind the periwinkle of her hair

you could tell that the boy was overwhelmed but before you could say anything, he had closed his eyes and darted for the wall, burying his face into the hard surface, whispering something to himself. tamaki’s eyes widened at the familiar sight of indigo hair tucked into the corner of the room and you did the same. mirio took a step forward to comfort him, as he usually did with tamaki himself, but you beat him to the punch

resting a hand on the little boy’s back, you began to stroke his hair, “hey, i know it’s kinda scary being in here with so many older, taller strangers, but you don’t have to worry. we’re heroes in training; we’ll help you in any way you need!”

the boy tensed under your hands and for a second, you panicked, afraid you might have made the whole thing worse. but, before you could move, he had turned around and buried his head in your stomach, gripping onto your shirt so tightly you thought he might rip it. you gasped, connecting your gaze with tamaki, who looked just as shocked as you did

“mommy! i-im so sorry! i didn’t mean to touch i-it! im so sorry!”, he was sobbing now and you could feel his tears stain your shirt

“m-mommy?”, tamaki mumbled, slowly approaching the two of you, setting a shaky hand on your shoulder

you shrugged at him and lowered yourself down to the boy’s height, doing your best to lift his face from your abdomen to get a good look at him. he was a near mirror image of your boyfriend. with his indigo hair and facial structure, you were convinced the two of them could be twins in another life. meanwhile, tamaki was marveling at the child’s eyes, the same ones he loved to admire every day when you looked at him

“amajiki! y/n! you two never told me you had an adorable baby!”, nejire bounded over to the three of you, taking the boy into her arms, squeezing him close to her cheek and you resisted the urge to laugh at the shocked face he pulled

“w-we do not. i-i-i-”, tamaki’s words were stuck in his throat again and you quickly pulled his head into your shoulder, letting him breathe in the scent of your shampoo to calm down

“im gonna go get mr.aizawa. but for now, i think you two better look after him, doesn’t look like he’s gonna leave y/n’s side for a long time.”, mirio pulled nejire out of the dorm, despite her pouting and whining about how she wanted to take care of the cute baby too

within a second of being let go, the boy was attached to your leg, burying his face in it. suddenly, you were very aware of the two amajiki’s resting on your body. the rest of the class had gone back to the film, seeming unfazed by the recent occurrence

gently, you lifted tamaki’s head from your shoulder and pet the boy’s head, “what’s your name, honey?”

“a-a-akihito. akihito ama-jiki.”

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after mr.aziawa had informed you that it was a side effect of a quirk, you were somewhat relieved. this meant that akihito would probably be back to his own time period in a few days, but, you couldn’t help feel a little disappointed. akihito was attached to your hip, not even able to go into a different room without you by his side

tamaki understood completely. the little boy had given him a hug as well when he recognized him as his father, apologizing to him as well, before immediately falling back into his mother’s arms. apparently, his son thought the same thing about you as he did. you were a safe space to him, just as you were to tamaki

but, whenever he saw his son begin to panic, he felt guilty. he was the reason why his son was so easily overwhelmed and frightened. why couldn’t he have been just like you? you were brave, passionate, and outgoing, almost shining as brightly as mirio in his mind. however, his son, just like him, was cursed to live out his days as the moon

the three of you were currently in your dorm room, all of you silently eating takoyaki that you had ordered earlier. akihito suddenly gasped, causing both heads to turn to him with concern. tamaki felt tears reach his eyes as the boy held up his hand, each finger having a small tentacle appearing out of them. you grinned. this was exactly what tamaki needed to see

the rest of the night was filled with akihito cheering at how cool his quirk was and his eyes shining at the sight of his father perfectly using his to perform all sorts of tasks. tamaki was beginning to feel better about their similarities and knew that, like himself, his son also had a sun to watch out for him. this sun, however, took the form of his mother

you went to bed that night with akihito attached to you like a leech and you laughed at the pout at your boyfriend’s face, “aww, tama, did he take your spot?”

tamaki’s face went bright red at your teasing and he quickly glanced away from you, “n-no! i, i was just thinking about h-how sad it’ll be when h-he goes back.”

you smiled and sat up, careful not to disturb akihito as you rested your head against your boyfriend’s chest, feeling his heartbeat speed up, “yeah, but just think how happy the future us’s are gonna be!”

future. that word knocked the air out of tamaki’s chest. the two of you were married. he was a pro-hero and you were currently pregnant with your second child. you two were perfect in the future. did he really deserve that? would you have been happier with someone else? someone who wasn’t as withdrawn as he was

his question was answered when you hid your face in his stomach, resting on your side while he laid on his back, akihito still on top of you. tamaki didn’t need to think about all of that anymore. because, if he kept going like this, then everything would be just fine. he turned off his bedside lamp, and pulled the blanket over the three of you, resting his hand on his son’s back, placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head

akihito was gone the next morning and were sure you’d never felt worse, but, tamaki smiled and pulled something out from his bed. you furrowed your brows then beamed at the handwritten letter from akihito, who wrote about how much he loved you and how he would miss you so much. you gave tamaki a kiss, trying not to notice his squeal of surprise but smiling when he relaxed and kissed you back

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meanwhile, future you and tamaki were both panicking. tamaki was trying to console you but he was just as scared as you were. where had your precious son gone? was he in trouble? did he need the both of you to hold and comfort him? what if you never saw him again? it was too much for the both of you to handle

suddenly, there was a harsh pop and blindingly bright flash, tamaki quickly jumping to cover your eyes with his hand. you lowered your husband’s arm and shrieked at the sight of your son, standing perfectly safe in your living room

you raced forward and scooped him into your arms, nearly crying when you buried his face in your neck for a second then pulled back to rest his chubby hands on your cheeks. tamaki joined you shortly, placing a light kiss to his son’s head, then putting a matching one on yours

akihito began to ramble on about how he saw you, daddy, uncle miri and aunt nejire, discussing the food you ate, the note he gave you, and how cool his dad’s quirk was. you listened intently with a grin while tamaki glanced over to the framed piece of notebook paper above your mantle

the same note your son had given you seven years ago

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seokiie · 4 years

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𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 (𝙼)

+ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘏𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬’𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

+𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 7𝘬

+ 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘏𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬/𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

+ 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘷𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘏𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴

𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 @gracieinworldofhope 𝗱(^_^𝗼)

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You and Hoseok have been roommates for.. for...

"Hoseok, how long have we been living together?" You look up at a sweaty Hoseok from your spot on the couch.

"I don't know, uh, maybe a year and a half?" Hoseok puts on a thinking face despite the fact that he was doing stretches in the middle of the living room. You nod.

You and Hoseok have been roommates for a year and a half.

Your parents were pretty against you living with a guy you weren't planning on dating or marrying, but you didn't really care. You needed someone to split rent with and Hoseok was your only longterm, financially trustable friend you had.

Recently, you'd gotten a well-paying job and you didn't need Hoseok as a roommate anymore, but you weren't gonna tell him that. By him staying as your roommate, you're able to save up some extra money and even-

Yeah, no. That's not why you wanted to keep Hoseok as your roommate.

To be completely honest, you've kind of grown attached to the friendly company and it feels so good being able to come home to someone.

And he smells so good.

You'd never admit that last part though.

Hoseok works as a dance choreographer. He's not famous or anything but he's fairly well known. So he's always stretching or dancing or practicing in the middle of the living room. When you first moved in, you really couldn't stand being in the same room as him when he practiced because he'd be all sweaty and wet and he smelled weird.

You really changed from back then.

You're not really sure what chemical imbalance in your brain was suddenly making you think Jung Hoseok was attractive. Well, he was attractive, always has been, but never in a way other than in a best friend sort of way.

"Hobi, don't- don't hug me after you exercise." His chest is so hard. his hands are so veiny. He smells so fucking good. Why does he smell so good?

"You're a lot different from when we first moved in together. You use to push me away, now you just get all flustered and cute." Hoseok's voice is breathless in your ear as he holds you in an awfully intimate back hug, your feet raising from the floor. You whine, struggling in his grasp.

"Put me down, Hoseokkk!" Don't put me down. Push me against the couch. Fuck me. Break me.

"As you wish." Hoseok laughs as he tosses you (not so gently) back onto the couch. "I'm gonna take a quick shower. Can you warm up the takeout in the fridge so we can eat?"

You give him a sound of approval and watch as he speeds down the hall and into the shared bathroom.

Hoseok had taken you out last night since you'd gotten a promotion. He bought you Chinese food then took you to a karaoke place that you've never heard of. Apparently renting private karaoke rooms was expensive, but he did it anyway. Thinking back on it, you two must've gotten some weird looks because why else do two people go out and do karaoke... alone. You try not to dwell on that too much and shove the beef low mien into the microwave.

You jump up to sit on the kitchen counter, watching the container spin around in the microwave. As the time ticks down from three minutes, you find yourself thinking about your roommate. You use to chastise yourself for daydreaming about Hoseok, especially if it was in any way... sexual, but these days you find yourself giving in to the thoughts. The thoughts about Hoseok in the shower. The thoughts about his hands gliding over his lean body as water poured over him.

You bite your lip and cross your legs. You were delving into an area of your mind that you didn't dare touch unless it was the late hours of the night. Regardless, you can't help wondering if Hoseok has ever touched himself while he was in the shower. You can't help wondering what he'd look like touching himself in the shower.

After living with him for so long, it would be a lie to say you haven't seen everything. To be honest, if you had to make a list of all the times you two have been exposed to each other, it would be abnormally long. There was that one time in college when you, him, and some mutual friends went skinny dipping. That was actually the first time you two met and the circumstances were a bit weird.

Then there was that time after he had just moved in, you walked in on him peeing. You couldn't help getting a quick look before fleeing the bathroom with a meek 'sorry'. And there was that time you thought you were home alone so you walked around in a big shirt, nothing underneath. Hoseok walked out of his room and got an eyeful.

So you didn't have to imagine what Hoseok's dick looked like.

You already knew full well.

You squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the tension and let out a quiet sigh. Then you make the mistake of imagining Hoseok coming all over his hands and the shower walls. The way his thighs would tremble slightly and the way his face would twist in pleasure. You like to think the face Hoseok makes when he comes is the same face he makes while dancing. Focused, lips between his teeth, chin tilted up, and hair stuck to his forehead. You almost find yourself snaking a hand between your legs when a door slamming and a loud voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Aishhhh, what are you doing? The microwave stopped how long ago and you're just sitting here staring at nothing." Hoseok gives you a raised eyebrow expression, humoring you slightly. "Kinda reminds me of Jungkookie, to be honest."

You uncross your legs and let out a cough that only seems awkward to you as Hoseok opens the microwave and takes out the container of food.

"Let's watch a movie and eat."

Tonight is Friday so its Hoseok's turn to pick the movie.

He picked Wall-E.

Again.

He's made you watch it with him so many times that you think you have the script partially memorized. After bitching about it several times and seeing as he had no intention of changing the movie, you figured you might as well enjoy it the best you can.

"Aren't you cold? You're not under the blanket." The lights were all off except for the faint red LEDs you and him spent hours putting up a few weeks ago. The TV hummed with the familiar Pixar intro theme and the various snacks on the coffee table before you seemed to set the mood perfectly.

"I'm not cold, actually. I feel quite warm." You offer him a slow blink and a smile before turning your attention back to the TV. You were never one to refuse Hoseok's cuddles but you were feeling a little pent up and having him wrapped around you, his scent everywhere, especially after a shower, didn't seem like a bright idea.

"But I'm cold." You can hear the pout in his voice and you roll your eyes. Tempting, but no.

"If you're not in my arms within the next five seconds, I'll have no choice but to use force." Mock authority radiated from his voice and even if it wasn't real, the dominance in his tone made you want to scurry over to his lap and obey. Extremely tempting, but no.

"Five."

"You're not seriously counting right now."

"Four."

"Oh my fucking god, you're kidding me."

"Three."

"Hoseok, you're not my dad. You can't just-"

"Two. If you don't get over here I might have to get the belt." You almost choke at that. His attempt at a joke had somehow managed to make your whole body heat up.

"I- okay, stop, you- I'll cuddle with you, just... relax." That 'relax' was more directed at you than at him. A dimple-full smile graces his face as he opens his arms and pats the spot on his thighs. Very inviting of him.

"Ooh, goo goo! Look at the little baby all warm in daddy's arms!" Hoseok wraps his arms around your waist and pulls your back flush against his chest. If your thoughts weren't dangerous before, they were dangerous now.

"Don't say things like that, weirdo. Pay attention to the movie." Hoseok gives a disgruntled 'okay, okay' before relaxing with you on his lap.

At first, you're a bit hyperaware of the situation. You're sitting in Hoseok's lap and if you press your hips down just right...

No. You stop yourself there.

Hoseok smelled amazing, too. He usually smelled sweet, like artificially flavored candy. But you especially loved how he smelt after a shower because of his natural scent mixed with the rough yet refined fragrance of his body wash. Mm, you could breathe him in all day.

The movie continues fine from there. You respond how you usually do, laughing at the funny parts and whining at the sad parts. Around halfway through, though, you notice Hoseok is kind of shifting under you. You ignored it at first thinking he was trying to get comfy but the shifting has gone on for so long now that you think your ass bones are making him uncomfortable.

"Should I get up? I bet you can barely feel your legs right now." You lean your head back on his shoulder, tossing some caramelized popcorn into your mouth.

"H-huh?" His eyes go a bit wide like you'd caught him doing something he shouldn't. You make a confused face back.

"You keep shifting. If you're uncomfortable we can go back to how we normally cuddle?" Hoseok looks like he honestly contemplates it before opening his legs wider so you were sitting between his legs and keeping his arms wrapped around you.

"No, uh... no. I like having you like this. I mean, It's good. You're not making me uncomfortable." The exact opposite. You laugh then shift your focus back to the movie.

"If you're so sure."

When you wake up, the room is noticeably brighter and you're laying across the whole couch, a thin blanket covering your body. You rub the sleep and the crust out of your eyes before grabbing your phone off the coffee table.

It was 12 pm.

You toss your phone onto the floor and let out an annoyed groan. Not only did you miss your whole entire morning but your neck was a bit sore from sleeping on the couch. Hoseok had obviously meant well by putting a blanket over you while you slept but he couldn't at least carry you to your room? Well, you figure you shouldn't complain, it was a nice gesture.

You start to clean up the living room, tossing the empty cans and bags of chips in the trash before picking up the blanket that you left jumbled up on the couch.

"Hm. This isn't mine." You comment to no one but yourself as you play with the colorful throw in your hands. The only other person who lived here was Hoseok so it must be his.

You look down the hall at Hoseok's room. His door is open which usually meant he was either feeling very inviting or he was at work. Looking at the time, it was probably the latter. He won't be back till around six depending how long dance practice runs. You had the whole apartment to yourself today.

You peak through the open door just to make sure you were right and sure enough, you were. Hoseok's bed was empty, made neatly and tucked in the corner of his room. His window was open, a slight breeze wafting in and blowing his sheer curtains almost dramatically as you walked inside.

You plop yourself down on his bed, his blanket still in your arms. You'd only been in Hoseok's room a total of maybe nine times over the past year or so and most if not all of those times, Hoseok was there, too.

As you're sitting on his bed, you find yourself bringing his blanket up to your nose. You swear you don't do it on purpose, it was almost like an instinct. You inhale slightly, just to get a quick sniff and fuck. Yeah. That's definitely Hoseok's blanket.

You inhale deeper, this time letting out a quiet moan as you exhale. There were a few hints of yourself but that was understandable. You'd been sleeping in it for who knows how long. But besides that, you could clearly smell Hoseok's ambrosial scent.

As you lay back on his bed, you wonder why you're so easily affected by how he smells. It's a little weird to you but you can't help the way your body reacts when you breathe him in.

"Hoseok..." What are those things called..? Pheromones! Maybe Hoseok just has some crazy pheromones that are making you lose your head. That seems to be the most reasonable conclusion you can think of as you snake your hand down your belly and past the waistband of your shorts.

Were you seriously going to touch yourself in your roommate's room while smelling his blanket?

To be completely honest your mind was so clouded you genuinely couldn't see any problem with that.

You graze two of your fingers over your clit, a ripple of pleasure and relief washing over your body as you practically smothered yourself with the blanket. You've been pent up so long. When was the last time you touched yourself?

It doesn't take much to get you going. All you have to think about is Hoseok and you're already soaking. Hoseok after practice, Hoseok working out, Hoseok's face when he dances, Hoseok, Hoseok, Hoseok. You have a slight feeling saying his name any more than you already have might make him appear.

"Y/n? I'm back."

Wait, what..?

You pull your hands out of your shorts almost immediately, wiping the slick on your fingers on the blanket before throwing it back on the bed. You stand up just in time to see a familiar figure lean against the door frame.

"What are you doing in my room?" Hoseok crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. There wasn't a hint of knowing in his voice and you relax a bit at that.

"Nothing, er... I was returning your blanket." You point to the jumbled fabric on the bed before making your way to the door. If you didn't leave now he was going to catch on.

As you're about to squeeze past him and make your escape, his arm blocks your path. He was taking up the whole doorway now. Great.

"Are you feeling okay? You're kinda sweaty. Do you have a fever?" Hoseok's hand moves to your forehead and you scramble to push the hand away. "You feel warm, too. Should I make you porridge?"

"I'm fine. I'm just- the apartment is just kinda hot." You chastise yourself for the awkward laugh you let out and it's obvious that Hoseok doesn't buy it. Regardless, he moves his arm so you can walk out of the room.

"Hey, wait..." You barely make it down the hall before Hoseok is grabbing your wrist and stopping you in your tracks. Just as you were about to celebrate your small victory of not getting caught, too.

"I need help packing away the groceries."

"So you were out buying groceries?"

"Yeah..? What did you think I was doing?" Hoseok pulls out a gallon of milk and a few cartons of juice from a shopping bag before placing them on the kitchen counter.

"I thought you were at practice. I didn't think... you'd be back so soon." You look down slightly, avoiding eye contact as you take the produce from the counter and organize them inside the fridge. You could clearly feel Hoseok's eyes on you but you didn't dare look.

"Pfft, is that why you were so shocked when I found you in my room? You weren't really returning that blanket were you?" He said it in a joking manner but you're shocked that he caught on so quickly. You say nothing in response.

Just as you're about to put a carton of eggs into the fridge, Hoseok closes the door and spins you around, effectively pushing you back against the fridge door. The eggs you were holding slip out of your hands but that's the least of your worries. At the moment, Hoseok had you pushed against the fridge, his arms caging you in like you were in an anime. Seriously?

"You know, while I was taking Japanese in college, I learned that pushing someone against a wall like this is called 'kabedon'. I've always wanted to try it." He's so fucking close. Way too fucking close. His lips were mere inches away from yours and if he took one step closer, his hips would connect with yours.

"All of a sudden? I- you- why-" The words you wanted to say fizzle out of your head as you watch Hoseok's eyes drop to your lips as you stutter. He was definitely doing this shit on purpose. He loved seeing you flustered.

"What were you really doing in my room?" A smirk graces his lips when he sees you tilt your head down. In the most platonic way ever, he relished in the feeling of watching you submit to him.

"You- what- what are you thinking!" It was barely a question. Your mind flashes with images of what Hoseok could do to you in this position and you feel your body getting hotter (if that was even possible). You're pretty sure if you let this go on any longer you'd start panting in need. The room is deadly silent before you speak up again.

"The eggs..." You say meekly and Hoseok tilts his head to the side, confused until he looks down at the yellow liquid spilling from the half-opened carton at your feet.

"Oh, shit. Oops..." Sheepishly, Hoseok steps back but you don't move from your spot against the fridge. You felt frozen for a few seconds as you tried to regain the train of thought that Hoseok effortlessly managed to derail. "Ahh, those eggs were expensive, too. It was a 24 pack..."

"Maybe you should've considered that before pushing me against the fridge." You roll your eyes and step over the mess, leaving it for Hoseok to clean up. He simply groans in response and you can't help feeling grateful. Those eggs really just saved your life.

Over the next few days, you find yourself daydreaming about Hoseok a lot. Okay, this was usually normal but you were doing it a lot more often.

And in a lot more inappropriate places.

Just this morning you caught yourself daydreaming about Hoseok while you were at work. You were reviewing some files for corporate when you thought back to the smell of Hoseok's blanket. The scent that was so distinctly him. You imagined what it would be like to tuck your face into his neck while he fucked into you. You're not completely sure when your imagination got so vivid but you could picture everything perfectly behind your eyelids. The slide of his dick inside you, his quiet grunts and moans. He's a dancer, too so you knew his stamina would be out of this world.

That leads you to this evening. You got home from work around six or seven and usually, Hoseok is back by then. He'd usually be sitting on the couch watching some foreign movie or he'd be dancing in the center of the living room. A surge of worry washes through you when you walk inside the apartment and its pitch black.

You flick the lights on and toss your keys and bag onto the kitchen counter before calling his name out into the abyss. No response.

As you walk absentmindedly through the apartment, it finally hits you that you're home alone.

Alone.

By yourself.

Hoseok is gone.

You throw your jacket onto your bed before looking down the hall at Hoseok's room. His door was open. He really was gone.

Almost as if your body had a mind of its own, you find yourself walking towards his room. His door was only a few strides away from yours and you had no chance to rethink what you were about to do.

"He won't mind if I..." You throw open his closet and you're a bit surprised to see how untidy it is compared to his room. Last time you checked, Hoseok really prided himself on being the neat one. On the floor, you find a couple of clothes that had fallen off their hangers. There sits a grey hoodie with little holes in it. You recognize this hoodie. You haven't seen Hoseok wear it in weeks.

Perfect.

He wouldn't mind if you 'borrowed' this hoodie for a bit, would he? You'll give it right back when you're done with it, you promise.

"Dance with me."

"No, Hoseok. I'm busy."

"You're not even doing anything. You're scrolling through TikTok."

"Yeah, important business."

"Can you turn off your phone? Please? Dance with me!"

"Hoseok, you know I can't-" Before you can get the words out, Hoseok is grabbing your arm and dragging you off the couch. Your phone slips out your hands and onto the floor. "Hoseok, don't you dare!"

"You don't have to know how to dance to dance. Just feel the music!" Hoseok spins you around so your facing him. His hands are on your waist as the song playing through the speaker changes. You didn't recognize this song but for some reason it made you feel a little nostalgic. It was a rap song with a slow tempo.

"Literally everyone who knows how to dance says that. Fine, but I'm warning you. I'm a toe stepper." You had a little bit more fight left in you but Hoseok's hands were so warm on your waist and he was pulling you in so close. Your defenses were quickly weakening.

"That's okay. I'll show you. Put your arms here." He puts your arms on his shoulders.

"Move your body like this." His hands move to your hips. With feather-light touches, he guides you to the music.

"It feels awkward." You mumble mostly to yourself. Hoseok pulls you even closer as if to say 'it's okay. It's not awkward to me'.

"If you're embarrassed you can put your head on my shoulder. Here, so you don't have to look up at me." You do as he says and admittedly, you do feel a little less disconcerted.

With the music playing loudly throughout the apartment and Hoseok guiding his hips against yours, you feel like you're dancing with a stranger at the club (even though you've never been to a club).

Oddly enough, it feels really comfortable. Hoseok's holding you and helping you stay in time with the music. Somewhere between the third and fourth song, you find yourself getting a little too comfortable, though. With your nose tucked into Hoseok's neck, you can smell his sinewy scent perfectly. You let out a quiet sigh after inhaling deeply.

Mm, fuck. So good. Why does he smell so good? And he's practically grinding against you, too. You really didn't know how long you could last like this.

You wondered if Hoseok ever danced with other people like this, pulling them in by their waist and pressing his hips against theirs. The way he moved was absolutely sinful and the way he guided your hips, deliberate and slow, was so delicious. Not to mention everytime he pulled you in you could feel something heavy rub against your thigh.

Maybe... maybe it was just his phone.

"Heh, are you okay?" His voice is low in your ear, lower than normal.

"Mmm, huh?" you moan into his neck, forgetting for a moment that the man that has you wrapped around his finger is your friend, your roommate of almost two years.

"You're- you're breathing really hard. Are you okay?" Hoseok's voice is breathy but you miss it over the sound of the music.

"M'fine." You were thoroughly drugged out on his smell, his hips, your mind completely darkened with thoughts of him.

"Ah, y/n. Let's- let's take a break." Hoseok breathes as he pulls you away. The panting and moaning into his neck... yeah, no. If he let this go on any longer, he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore. He was currently sporting a semi and grinding against you was not going to help his situation.

"Yeah... uh, yeah. Let's do that. It's hot." You were burning up inside but without Hoseok's body pressed against yours you felt a lot cooler.

"I'm going to shower." Hoseok says, leaving no room for an awkward silence. That doesn't change the fact that you can't meet his eyes. "Thanks for dancing with me. Let's do it again sometime."

You give him a nod and watch as he walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You're kind of just left standing in the living room now. You guess now would be the best time to go to bed. Yes, you needed to sleep before the embarrassment of what just happened settles in.

As you're walking down the hallway to your room, you just about pass Hoseok's room before stopping and backtracking.

You peak into the room, examining the area. His bed was unmade and the lamp on his desk was on. His laptop was also open but the screen was black. To be completely honest though, you were more interested in the little pile of clothes on his bed. You hold your breath for a second just to hear whether or not the shower was still going. Lucky for you, Hoseok seemed to be taking his time in there.

"This is payback for making me dance with you." You mumble to yourself before picking up a random article of clothing from the crumpled up pile. You don't realize till you uncrumple the item that it's a nightshirt.

The pile on his bed was a pajama set.

If you take the shirt with you, he'll definitely notice somethings missing. You think about putting it back and forgetting you were ever here, but thoughts about Hoseoks hands on your body, the way he smelled when he put your head on his shoulder...

You bring the pajama shirt up to your nose. His scent was strong and you swear your legs almost give out.

There was no more time to think. You heard the water shut off and it didn't take you more than a second to dash out of his room. If anything he'll just think he misplaced his shirt.

Honestly, tonight you would need this shirt more than he would ever know.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months.

Hoseok gets out of bed that morning and stretches a bit before opening his drawer. He didn't have work today but Joon had been texting him constantly trying to get him to go to the studio with him. He figured he can't keep putting it off and a Saturday morning was best spent mixing and mastering. He also heard one of his close friends from college, Yoongi, was going to be there. He was relieved to hear Namjoon still kept up with him, it just gave him another reason to meet them at the studio.

Hoseok looks through his shirt drawer. He wanted to wear his nice black button-up which he'd probably tuck into some ripped up skinny jeans, but that required him to be able to find his black button-up.

Now that he thinks about it, his shirt draw seemed to have a lot less shirts than it did a month ago. At first, he thought he was just misplacing things, which wasn't common for him but he wasn't necessarily perfect. Now that he had a significantly smaller selection of clothes, he felt like he was going crazy.

He lets out a disgruntled sigh before throwing on an old green sweatshirt he found in his closet and stepping out of his room.

Looking to his right, he noticed that your door was still closed. It was almost 11 and you should probably be up by now. He wonders if he should ask if you knew what was going on with his clothes. Maybe your clothes were going missing, too. As he walks towards your room, his phone vibrates in his pocket. It's Namjoon, probably asking if he was on his way.

He gives your door one last look before answering the call and turning the opposite direction to leave the apartment.

Ok, this was seriously starting to get out of hand.

Hoseok had just gotten home from dance practice. He was assigned to a newer idol group and teaching them their first choreography was a little more strenuous and demanding than he'd expected. None-the-less, he still pushed through it and managed to make a good bit of progress. Unfortunately, it left him exhausted, sweaty, and noisome. As soon as he got home, instead of greeting you like he usually did, he threw all his clothes on the ground and got in the shower.

A nice warm shower is exactly what he needed. He'd even say he felt energized after.

As he wrapped a towel around his waist, he noticed something missing from his pile of dirty clothes on the floor. He bent over to sift through the pile, identifying right away what was missing.

His pastel blue Supreme hoodie.

Hoseok wasn't one to get particularly angry, not unless it was warranted. But he could feel himself getting increasingly more frustrated the longer he looked at his dirty clothes. He most definitely was not crazy and his clothes, especially shirts and hoodies, were definitely going missing. This wasn't all in his head.

In nothing but his towel, he swings the bathroom door open and leaves with the full intent to talk to you. He's not completely sure what he wants to say to you. He doesn't want to accuse you of stealing his clothes because that seems a bit presumptuous, but there's no other logical reasoning. Unless someone's been breaking into the apartment and stealing shirts, heh.

He doesn't bother knocking on your door. No matter what you were doing right now, his problem was more important. There was a burglar afoot.

When Hoseok turns the knob and inches your door open, the first thing he notices is that your room is kinda dark despite it being early afternoon. Your curtains were drawn and the fairy lights on your walls were the only source of brightness in the room. The second thing he notices is... you're shifting a lot in your bed and if he looks a little closer-

"Hnng, Hoseok..." It's only after a moan of his name leaves your mouth that he notices the fabric you're holding to your face with one hand.

It's his pastel blue supreme hoodie.

Ok, maybe he was insane.

"Fuck, Hoseok, fuck. Fuck me, aaha..." Hoseok watches you tilt your head back against your pillows. He watches your eyes roll back as you moved your arm faster under your covers. He watches as you breathe in his favorite hoodie like your life depends on it.

And he likes it.

Somehow, he can't stop himself from watching. There's something about seeing his usually innocent roommate writhe in pleasure. There's something about hearing his name fall from your lips in wanton moans, and fuck, he's so hard. He can feel the blood rushing to his dick as he watches you from the doorway. 'Pervert, pervert, pervert' is all he can say in his head as he lets an unconscious hand palm himself through the towel around his waist.

"So this is where all my clothes have been going?"

At the sound of Hoseok's voice, you freeze up completely. There's no way he's actually-

"Shit... Ho-Hoseok-" The apartment falls completely silent as you make eye contact with the man at your door. Suddenly the buzzing of your vibrator seems far too loud in your ears. "I didn't- I'm not... how much did you see?"

You're stunned and extremely mortified to the point where you don't notice that Hoseok is wet and he's wearing nothing but a towel. You don't even notice the way he subtly walks into your room, slowly like he's stalking prey.

"Enough. I saw enough." He's standing right by your bed, arms crossed. Your body burns with embarrassment as you pull your sheets up higher to cover your body. "Answer me, is this what you've been doing with my clothes?"

You simply blink in response. Did he really want you to answer that?

A beat of silence passes by and he reaches for the blanket covering your body before hesitating.

"Uh, can I?" Another wave of silence rolls by, you blink up at him in surprise before nodding quickly.

"Yeah- uh, yeah, just-"

"Fuck." Hoseok breathes out when he pulls the cover down and sees a cute little vibrator situated inside you. The sight alone makes his cock twitch with interest.

"I want to touch you so bad, can I touch you, y/n?" You can see the desperation mixed with uncertainty in his eyes, almost as if he knew he was saying something he wasn't supposed to.

"Please." As soon as the word leaves your mouth, Hoseok is climbing onto your bed and straddling your waist, his fluffy white towel sliding off in the process. You close your eyes tight, clenching around the vibrator inside you and suppressing a moan as Hoseoks movements jostled the toy. You were already so close to coming.

"So pretty... look at me." Hoseok tilts your chin up and your eyes flutter open. Hoseok thinks you're absolutely beautiful like this. Lips parted and your breathing heavy. Not to mention how disheveled your hair is and the fucked out expression on your face. Suddenly, he has the urge to paint that pretty face of yours with his come.

"What were you thinking about... smelling my clothes and fucking yourself like that?" You don't even get the chance to respond before Hoseoks slender fingers are wrapping around the vibrating toy and moving it back and forth inside you, slow and vexing.

"Hoseok, I can't- gonna... shit!" You were already so close when Hoseok walked in on you, you couldn't help coming hard around the toy, fingers curling into the bedsheets as he kept fucking you through your orgasm.

"Fuck, look at you. Ah, I really can't hold back." You've never seen Hoseok's eyes clouded with more lust than when he pulls the soaked toy out of you, a puddle of your juices oozing out of you and gathering on the bed. His cock visibly throbs at the sight.

"Y/n, let me fuck you. Please, I think I might die." Post orgasmic pleasure was still thrumming through your body and you yourself weren't sure if you could take anymore. But the longer you looked down at his leaking hardness, the more you wanted it inside you, the more you needed it inside you.

"Do it. Mmm, put it in." A shiver travels up your body when you feel the tip of his cock press against your folds.

This was dangerous. Despite living with Hoseok for all these years, you didn't know his sexual history and neither of you had a condom on you. Him coming inside sounded so good right now but that wasn't an option.

Hoseok was just as thick as you remembered and it was evident in the way he struggled to fit the tip of his cock inside you. If you weren't so wet, he definitely wouldn't be going in as easy.

"Hoseok, ah, fuck, it hurts-" You didn't know how to describe this feeling. It hurt so good. Out of all the guys you've ever slept with you've never felt anyone so big and thick and fuck, your vibrator was so tiny compared to him. That along with the sensitivity thrumming through your core had you reeling.

He finally bottoms out and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as if to tell him you loved the way he filled you up. Your nails drag lightly over his back as you part your lips to catch your breath. You're not the only one that needs a minute to breathe, though. Hoseok's breath was coming out in ragged pants against your neck as he adjusted to the warm tightness of your insides.

"God, I've imagined doing this so many times. Why didn't we do this sooner?" Hoseok tilts his head up, finally meeting your eyes and why does this feel awfully intimate? You nod in response, biting your lip to suppress the moan crawling out of your throat as he slowly starts to move his hips.

"Fuck, mmhnn, Hoseok..." You let your head fall back against the pillows as he steadily picks up pace, his cock brushing against that spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

"You take me so good, shit! Almost... mmh, almost like your pussy was made for me." You never expected Hoseok to be much of a dirty talker but you were definitely not against it. If he kept this up you'd be coming for the second time tonight.

All of a sudden, his thrusts start to slow down. You were already so close, was he seriously about to stop? You flash a confused expression his way and there's a dark glint in his eyes as he changes positions so he's sitting up, bringing you into his lap with him.

Oh.

"Cmon, baby, ride me like this." Hoseok says through gritted teeth. His hands slide down your spine and rest on your backside before grabbing a handful. You can't help bucking your hips forward in response. "I wanna see what you look like bouncing on me."

There's a look of complete hunger in his eyes, something so dark compared to the usual warmness of his irises. You let your eyes flicker down to his lips, red and swollen from being bitten too hard. He must've noticed because he lets out a mix between a scoff and a chuckle before letting his hand wrap around the back of your neck and pulling you in for a kiss.

all the anxiety flowing through your veins seems to disappear as his mouth works expertly against yours. You part you lips to let out a moan and he uses the opportunity coax you with his tongue. He was literally taking you apart from the inside out and you fucking loved it.

"Y/n." His voice comes out rough and mean against your lips and you gasp when the hand on your ass is forcing you to grind your hips against his. "Are you going to move or do I have to do that, too?"

"Yeah..." Your lips ghosted against his as you started moving on top of him. The first time you lower your hips down, your legs almost give out. He was filling you up and pressing against your walls beautifully. You could feel him in your throat.

"I know you can go faster. Should I help you?" Hoseok practically growls as his hands drift up to your waist, his thumbs kneading the skin there as he moves your body up and down as if you weigh nothing. With Hoseok helping you, you're moving way faster and there's way less strain on your legs.

"Fuck, you look perfect like this. I wish I could come inside you, fill you up and watch it spill out. Then you'd really be mine, hm?" You let out loud moan, unsure whether it was Hoseok's words or the way he was pounding into you that caused it.

"So close... I'm so-" You tuck your face into Hoseok's shoulder as you feel another moan rip through you. Maybe that wasn't your smartest idea because as soon as you tuck your face into his shoulder, his natural musk mixed with his sweet-smelling body wash fills your senses, and that's exactly what pushes you over the edge.

You clench around Hoseok as your orgasm hits you hard for the second time tonight. Mumbled curses of your name spill from his lips and his thrusts become uneven. In the heat of the moment, you bite down on his shoulder to stifle a cry and his nails dig into the skin at your waist, a low groan falling from his lip as he pulls your hips down hard against his. He repeats that motion two, three more times before he's pumping you full of his come.

Oops.

Hoseok lets you rest your head against his shoulder as you both catch your breath before his eyes shoot open and he curses.

"What? What's wrong?" You tilt your head up to meet is worry riddled eyes. His worry was making you worry.

"Fuck, y/n, I came inside you." Hoseok facepalms before letting out a groan. "I'm so sorry, you just felt so good and you were so tight around me. It felt like you were trying to milk my cock out of everything it's got."

"You don't seem very sorry, you're still inside me." You giggle as Hoseok curses again and pulls out of you. As soon as he's out you feel terribly empty and you kind of wish he'd put his dick back inside.

When your back finally hits the bed, you roll over to open your bedside table. You didn't have any condoms but you did have some emergency plan b. You didn't think you'd have to use it but here you are.

"You just have plan b hanging around in your nightstand? But no condoms?" Hoseok raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile on his face.

"I ran out a while ago and it's not like I've been having sex recently, so I never found the need to buy more. It's your fault for pouncing on me like a dog in heat." You roll your eyes as you open the packet and take a pill.

"Weren't you the one that stole my clothes because my smell turns you on? Talk about a dog in heat..." Hoseok laughs and you give him a slap on the chest.

"Touche..."

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spencessmile · 3 years

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Mi Amour

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary - Spencer finds out what Valentine's day actually means to you.

Warnings - Slight mentions of death, but mostly fluff.

Word Count - 1,791

And all imagines/fanfics/blurbs are written solely by me so please don't steal my work and/or post it without my consent. Feedback and Comments are welcome. Happy reading!

A/N - HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!

Requests are CLOSED!

“Spencer!” You kicked the door with your foot, “Come on, I can’t feel my damn arms,” You were juggling 4 bags of food on one arm as the other held enough alcohol to serve 100 people. “Spen-” The door flew open, revealing Spencer as he fixed his hair. “Help me!” You shoved past him, handing him the alcohol. You set down the food on the table, pulling out the chair and having a seat.

“We could have just ordered this stuff, you know?”

“We could have but I haven’t left my apartment in four days and I needed some fresh air.”

“How much food did you buy?”

“Oh, you’ll probably have loads of leftovers. Like Papa Rossi always says more food is better than less food.”

“Did you happen to go to the grocery store and buy -”

“Double stuffed Oreos and whipped cream? Yeah, the first thing I crossed off my list.”

“You’re the best,” He beamed, skimming through the bags.

“Oh,” You chuckle. “I know.”

“How were the grocery stores?” He asked.

You shake your head as Spencer looks at you in amusement “Everyone is so giddy and full of fluff.”

“Fluff?” Spencer laughed at your choice of word.

“Yeah, holding hands, kissing in public, smiling with their teeth, being extra freaking nice, buying all the damn chocolate and different colored flowers in the world. Don’t even get me started on the damn stuffed teddy bears.”

“Who did you buy these for?” He pulls a nice yellow bouquet out of the bag alongside a vase.

“For you.”

“Why?”

“Because you need some colour in your life besides this were half off and I felt so ridiculous standing in that damn aisle. So, make sure they live longer than a week.”

“On it,” You watched Spencer fill the case with water, adding the flower food, mixing it up, cutting off the ends of the stems, adding the flowers in the vase as he placed it in the middle of his small dining table.

“Mmm,” Spencer stood behind your chair. “They do look nice.”

“Yeah, they do.” You nod.

“Did you bring the movies?”

“Oh yes!” You reach for the bag on the far end. “It’s Disney night.”

“101 Dalmatians, Aladdin, Alice in Wonderland, Bambi and Bambi II, Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, Dumbo, Finding Dory, Finding Nemo, Lion King, and Coco,” Spencer reads out all the movies.

“Just some of my favorites.”

“These are just some?” Spencer raises his eyebrow at you.

“Disney and Disney Pixar have the best movies. Hands down. Don’t even argue with me on this.” Spencer nods, “Listen, I could have rented out the whole shelf at the shop but I controlled myself.”

“I bet.” He nods. “Alright, which one should we watch first?”

“I picked last time so your turn,” You watched Spencer flip through the movies until he landed on Coco.

“I’ve never watched this one,” You looked at him shocked. “What?”

“Oh my god, where do you keep your tissues?”

“What why?”

“Trust me, you're going to need them. You're going to need lots of them.”

Spencer and you sat on the couch, after watching the movie, boxes of sushi in both of your laps, eating in comfortable silence. You could feel Spencer’s eyes on every once in a while.

“What is it, Spencer?” You asked.

Spencer set down his drink and rubbing his neck. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot,” You replied.

“Why don't you like Valentine’s day?”

You had a feeling that Spencer would ask this question but you weren’t quite sure how you were going to answer it without breaking down, you didn't expect yourself to.

“You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to but I just always wondered. I’ve known you for 6 years and every year we do the same thing. You come over to my house with way too much food and alcohol. We sit here together and watch movies.”

“Are you saying that you don’t like my company?” You pretended to play hurt, just to pull Spencer’s leg. He immediately set down his sushi box and faced you.

“N-No. That n-not what I meant. I didn-t mean to hu-hurt your feelin-” You laughed at how quick he panicked at your words. “Why are you laughing?”

“No reason,” You set aside your box, grabbing your wine glass and settling down on the sofa again. "When I was younger my mom would love celebrating Valentine's day and she would celebrate it with everyone, not just my dad. I would wake up to the smell of bacon, pancakes, her famous buttery and cheese eggs, and cherry pie. My siblings and I would help her set up the table. Once everything used to be set, we'd make our way to their room and wake up my dad. We'd have a tickle war and jus-" You feel the tears pressing as you take a deep breath before continuing. "I remember laying there for several minutes, taking in the comfortable and peaceful silence of our little family. We'd have breakfast, play games, and simply spent the day with one another. We did the tradition every year growing up. When I was young, I asked my mom why she always celebrated Valentine's with us and never just our dad and she said 'Valentine's day isn't meant to be spent with just one person you love, it's meant to be shared with everyone you love. That there is always enough love within you to want to share it with others.' I mean, they could have dropped my siblings and me off at my grandma's and left to celebrate the day on their own, but she never did. She always chose to include us."

Spencer was intently listening as you continued. "Every year I used to look forward to this stupid day, but one morning I woke up and my life changed forever." Spencer grabbed onto your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I was at my grandmother's the night before Valentine's, my parents and siblings were coming to pick me up but when I woke up in the morning I remember my grandma looking at me and without her saying anything, I just knew. It has never been the same since then."

"Y/n," Spencer moved closer. "First off, I'm sorry about your family," You nod, you never once mentioned them to anyone on the team, it was far too painful for you. "Secondly, even though you're not going to believe me, what happened to your family isn't your fault."

"Isn't it?"

"No," Spencer shakes his head as the tears come streaming down your face.

"They still would have been alive Spencer! If it weren't for me, they'd still be here. They'd be here with me, today. I would have been at home but now I don-" Spencer wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back. You stay like for a minute before pulling back. "Sorry, I did-"

"You don't have to apologize."

"The following year on this day I remember being so upset because I woke up to nothing. It was just quiet. I felt so empty and it just hurt so much. I just hated the fact that the one day that bought us together as a family was the same day that ripped them away from my hands. Ever since then, I've had this love-hate relationship with this day."

Even after all these years of you convincing yourself that what happened to your family wasn't your fault, you couldn't help but think it was your fault. If they weren't on the road that morning, then you'd still have them.

"I sulked around every year on Valentine's day until one day, I realized that my mom would have been so upset to see me doing that. She always celebrated that day with music, food, movies, and love. So, I decided to celebrate it just like she would have. Before I joined the team, I used to go out buy loads of takeout, grab a couple of my parent's favorite red wine bottles," You raise your glass. "I'd play our favorite music, watch the same movies we'd watch together, and stuff my face with food. It sort of became my tradition, my thing."

Spencer's inside exploded as he noticed your smile getting bigger as you talked about your family. "I like that."

"What?"

"That you kept the tradition alive."

"Me too." You beamed.

"But why did you decided to share your sole tradition with me?"

"I know that you and your mom probably spent loads of holidays and special days together up until you had to make the tough decision to put her in a care home. After that you probably didn't spend many special days with her," Spencer remains silent at your words. "So I took it upon myself to share the love with you because if my parents knew you, they'd love you. Even though it was rarely said I knew that my parents and sibling loved me a lot, so I decided to share some of that love with you because god Spencer, you deserve it."

Spencer's heart was bursting at your words, he never heard anyone say anything sweeter. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For sharing your love with me," You smiled.

"They're proud of you, you know that?"

"I hope," You chuckle.

"They should be because they raised one hell of a human being. Going through what you did and still having love to share, that's a difficult thing to do."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Let's toast," Spencer raised his glass.

"To what?"

"You shared your love with me so now I'm going to share my love with you," You looked at Spencer confused, he put down both glasses and leaned forward, your faces inches away from one another. He rubbed the tip of his nose with yours, giving you enough time to pull away, but you don't, instead, you wrap your hands around his neck. Soon after, his lips clash with yours as he pulls you closer. You wrap your legs around his waist. Pulling back you rest your forehead against his, "What was that?" Your heart was racing, eyes a little blurry as your mind was a little fuzzy from the wine.

"Just sharing the love, mi amour."

All you have to do now, is listen to your soul - Seeker

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bukojuiice · 3 years

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she’s not afraid of scary movies, she likes the way we kiss in the dark.

ೃ pairing: (uni student! izuku midoriya x fem! reader)

ೃ warnings: slightly suggestive content

ೃ genre: fluff overload

ೃ word count: 1,059 words

ೃ my nav → my mha writing masterlist → my katsuki bakugo x reader smau

ೃ bakugo’s valentines fic (nsfw!) → shoto’s valentines fic → virtual valentines hcs

ೃ please reblog, reply or leave like if you enjoyed! it means a lot! c:

ೃ song inspo: she’s not afraid by one direction

ೃ it is your weekly movie night with Izuku and co, but whilst waiting for your other friends, you and your boyfriend had the most wonderful idea of watching a gory horror movie.

“I’m not sure about this.”

Izuku says nervously as the credits of the horror film you’re watching starts to roll.

“Izuuu-kun.” You put a hand on his knee and pat it. “It’s okay. You’ll be fine.”

“Yeah.” Your freckled boyfriend laughs nervously. “I know but… still.”

This was his idea after all.

Izuku had wanted to face his fears and watch this gory horror movie with you.

It’s not that he wasn’t fond of the entire genre, he was just as much as a movie buff as you were! It’s just that he wasn’t used to very graphic terror and always preferred the psychological horror movies or thrillers. Which was fitting for him as he was very inquisitive and always loved mysteries.

Every week, you would have movie nights with him after long and intense university lectures.

Sometimes, you would be watching with the Dekusquad and sometimes it would just be the two of you.

All of you even take turns in choosing movie genres. Izuku always opted for Marvel or DC movies, Ochaco loved to watch low budget Hallmark movies ironically, Aoyama preferred Rom-coms, Shoto was very much interested in Disney Pixar movies, Tsuyu loved Coming of Age films and Tenya was all for True Crime documentaries.

Whenever it was your turn to pick, you were the one who always chose Horror Movies.

Not that you loved them per se, but it’s fun to see your friends laughing, screaming and making fun of low budget cheap jumpscares.

When your friends said they would be coming late for this week’s film night, Izuku asked you if the two of you could watch a gory horror movie before your friends arrived.

You agreed, of course.

It just caught you off guard that Izuku would suddenly want to watch a horror movie after he has heavily expressed time and time again how much he disliked very graphic films.

The two of you were snuggled together. Comfort was bountiful between the two of you as you were very affectionate with each other. It was very sweet.

You were holding a bag of microwaved popcorn when you notice Izuku slightly quivering in fear as the opening credits start to roll.

The very intense opening scene comes in and Izuku tenses up.

You stifle in a laugh as you watch Midoriya squirm in his seat.

Blood and a horrific scream can be seen and heard on the screen as Izuku jumps out of his seat and yelps.

He blindingly grabs your hand and squeezes it hard. You stifle in a laugh again.

“(Y/N)-chan…” He says shakily.

“Yeah?” You turn to him, hoping your calm façade won’t break.

Izuku looks at your calm face and shakes his head. Oh, how looking at you brought him comfort and peace even for just a moment. “Never m-mind.”

You look away from him and smile. Holding his hand even more tightly than he already was doing with yours. You rub his thumb affectionately trying your best to calm him down.

Another blood-curling scream and very graphic imagery of a character meeting their demise is heard and seen as Izuku jerks backwards.

A few more screams and jumps later, you put your hand again on his knee, almost feeling the shivers running down his spine and circulating all over his body. You knew that you had to stop the movie.

“S-sorry Izu-kun.” You say, a look of concern on your face. “Do you want me to stop the movie?”

“I-it’s, ha, okay.” He says shakily.

“Izu-kun, love, it’s okay. If you can’t take the movie anymore, I’ll pop the DVD out.” He starts protesting until he sees the look in your eyes. “Yes, please. Dear god, please.”

You chuckle and get up to remove the disk. But, only before Izuku grabs your hand rather carelessly.

You feel your body bounce back safely on the couch as your seaweed-haired boyfriend topples over you. Pinning down your wrist, with you lying down on the couch as passion and love begin to spark in his eyes.

“I’m sorry if we had to stop the movie.” His breath hitches and tickles your face, “How can I make it up to you?”

“You can make it up to me now.” You wink seductively as the both of you lean in for a heated kiss until…

“INTO THE UNKNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!” An all too familiar voice speaking in a thick French accent echoed around your apartment.

“INTO THE UNKNOOOOOOOOOOWN! OOOOOH OOOOH!” A squeaky feminine voice followed.

The door pushes open as your friends barge in so hastily without a text message to notify any of you. Your eyes twitch to the side, glancing at your friends who were talking animatedly with each other.

How amazing besties they were for barging into the two of you like this and for ruining the atmosphere!

“Aaaaah~ Look at you two looking like a Disney couple-“ Ochaco hums instinctively. She was facing backwards whilst entering the room so it was only when she turned around that she saw what position you and Izuku were in. “Oooooooooooh.”

Ilda clears his voice, glaring at your other friends for failing to be normal people that knock on doors before entering another home. (Even though he was one of them.) “Let’s come back tomorrow. I think we interrupted them building a snowman.” He continues the reference of Disney Frozen songs, earning snickers and giggles from your other friends.

“Guess we’ll come back when they’ve built the ice castle.” Shoto jokes in a very deadpan tone. Your friends crack up even more as they continue to tease you.

“See you at tomorrow’s movie night instead (Y/N)-chan and Midoriya-chan!” Tsuyu waves goodbye in unison with the others as they drop the snacks they bought in preparation for tomorrow. They leave the apartment as if nothing happened.

“T-that was kind of embarrassing.” Izuku says, flustered. A blush ever so prominent on his face.

“What can we do? They’re our friends after all.” You try to shrug off the very weird situation you were just in right now.

Izuku chuckles, standing up to walk towards the bathroom. You grin slyly and tiptoe after him.

“(Y/N)-chan?” He calls out to you. He looks out the bathroom into the direction of the living room, and you jump out and scream “Boo!”

He screams and jumps back and cowers on the floor. You laugh and help him get up.

-Fin.

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nice-kill-tanaka · 3 years

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🌄Karasuno 3rd Years + Confessions🌌

A/N: lowkey, these turned into crush scenarios too 😭can’t blame me for getting carried away. these beautiful boys are too perfect ❤️

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🎋Daichi Sawamura🎋

If I'm being honest? Daichi would probably take an agonizingly long time to realize and act on his feelings for you

My dude literally never noticed Michimiya's feelings for him, so do you really expect him to be that in touch with his own feelings?? Nah, he's too busy parenting approximately ten teammates (eleven if you count Suga in his more chaotic moments)

He would have to have known you for more than three months for a crush to form

And even more time after that to get it through his thick skull that what he’s feeling isn’t just immense respect for you

But, once Daichi realizes that he wants to date you, he’s gonna be very careful about his approach. I.e. presenting himself as boyfriend material rather than friend material

Offering to walk you home, giving you moral support with your hobbies, hell, even making you lunch once every few days!

In his head, he’s got his official confession all planned out:

He’d take you on a walk around town (Or a jog, depending on your athletic prowess)

And at the end of said activity, you’d both stop at a place where you can see a beautiful sunset. And you would sit there while you cooled down

Dude brought snacks and everything 😪

And while you guys ate and talked about whatever, he would find a good stall in the conversation to explain his feelings

“You know...I’ve liked you for good while. You’re everything I never knew I needed in my life. If you don’t feel the same way, we can keep being friends and that’ll be fine. But, I want to be closer to you. So...how does a date sound...?”

However, if you decide to confess first, sure he’ll look fine on the outside. But, his train of thought just had a literal catastrophic crash

He wanted to be the one to make the first move

Wait...his crush on you was reciprocated??

Wtf??

He’ll snap out of his surprised stupor when you ask if he wants to go out and watch a movie at some point

“...Hm? Oh- yeah! I’d...I’d love to go out with you.”

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🍄Koushi Sugawara🍄

I honestly think it would be SO HARD to tell if Suga had a crush on you

You can’t go off of his regular acts of sweetness, since he’s that way towards everyone

But, there will be a change in his behavior. You just have to be observant

First, he’s still gonna make sure you’re taking care of yourself on a regular basis. However, instead of the situation looking like a parent scolding a child for not taking their vitamins or whatever, he gets on your level and lets you know he genuinely cares about you and wants to see you healthy. Lots of soft looks and touches 🤧

And y’know how Suga gets a bit flustered when people praise him? Amp that up about fivefold when it’s you that’s praising him. He’ll say “Oh- really?!” with that cute little voice crack and get incredibly red over your compliment. But, his friendly crooked smile is what usually makes those moments fly under your radar

Lastly, he’ll want to involve you in a lot of his mischief-making with the underclassmen (You’d have to be close to the team to really get in good with Suga). If he feels comfortable enough around you to not act so responsible, he’ll show you the “tequila” part of his “tequila aunt” reputation real quick

I feel like if he wanted to confess to you, he’d want you to feel as comfortable as possible before dropping the bombshell of feelings

He’ll ask if you want to hang out at his place on a Friday or something when you both have no homework

And it’s agreed that you’ll bring the snacks, and he’ll set up the place with every blanket and pillow in existence

Surprise! It’s a movie night! (A Pixar movie night to be exact)

It’s in the middle of watching Wall-E, when the lights are dimmed low and you both are sharing a blanket and a bag of chips, when he tells you

After his small speech, he goes: “...So, what do ya say, Eva? Let me be your Wall-E...?”

Ofc you said yes (With an asterisks because of how adorably corny he was about it)

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🐻Asahi Azumane🐻

Two seconds in, and I can already tell this wreck is gonna need some help expressing his feelings for you 💀

The moment he gets that warm and fuzzy sensation in the pit of his stomach when you give him your perfectly imperfect smile, he probably assumes that you’d never date someone like him. Someone who hardly lives up to the big tough guy image people seem to pin on him

Either that, or you’re just plain scared of him and too afraid to say something about it

Suga and Daichi try their darnedest to explain that Asahi’s worries are not the case at all. And if Asahi just pulled his head out of the sand for once and told you the truth, that you’d at least understand and react respectfully

But, doing so can be tricky when anxiety is kicking your butt over the worst case scenario

Really and truly, you would’ve confessed to Asahi, had he not given you the impression that he never wanted to be around you. He’d always get so visibly nervous around you and make a sad excuse to leave the room

“So, what to do about this stalemate of love?” Thought Suga and Daichi in this most perplexing dilemma. You and Asahi both clearly liked each other, but what would give you two that nudge you needed?

Well, it took a lot of consideration, but Suga and Daichi decided that they needed to bring in someone else: Yuu Nishinoya, to be exact. Appealing to Asahi’s fear of his crush being exposed without being able to properly explain his feelings would definitely work

And it did! Asahi was so terrified of Noya bluntly outing him, that he promised to confess to you by 2:00 tomorrow. No later

Well, come tomorrow, it seemed Asahi was stalling for time, letting his fears get the better of him. But, he managed to catch you in the hallway at exactly 1:59

Asahi showed himself friendly, trying to drum up small talk before dropping the big thing. And you blushed and went along with it, unaware of what was about to happen. Before the big moment, Asahi stumbled over his words:

“I uh...well, you see- I just, y’know, wanted to...to tell you that I- well...I may or may not-”

“Asahi’s got a big fat crush on you and he’s been too big of a chicken to say it for the whole year!”

Asahi tried to hide his face in his hands while your body was internally burning up. Gee, thanks Noya

In your embarrassment, you stepped forward and took Asahi’s hand, asking if Noya was right. Asahi gave a quiet “Yeah...you’re amazing. How could I not like you?”

Romance bloomed that day between you two, and Suga and Daichi were just around the corner snickering about it

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[🌌Take this for your travels, bud. Don’t worry about paying me or anything, everything’s on the house! Though 🍁likes🍁 and ☘️reblogs☘️ are appreciated!🌄] — Reagan

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aaronhotchnersquarterzip · 3 years

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Meeting You Flipped the World Upside Down - Or Maybe Just Mine

This is it guys, I’m really proud in general of myself for finishing this and I hope you all enjoyed it as well. When I started this fic I honestly planned for a major character death or something dramatic like that. Never in my wildest dreams did I see this ending. I’m not mad though, I’ve had a rough time lately and this really summed up a lot of my feelings. There are people who will never truly leave your life and that's okay. You just shouldn’t let the thought of them hold you back. This has been my favorite thing to write ever and I want to thank everyone who has supported this and made me feel so good about my writing. I did leave this open ended if I ever did want to continue it but I think I want to write something a bit lighter next. I really hope you all enjoyed this as much as I have and remember to stay safe and drink some water today - Mya

Summary: Reader has been a rut, stuck in a never ending cycle of college worries and job interviews. Never did she think that SSA Aaron Hotchner, or Agent as she likes to call him, would walk into her favorite late night diner and flip her world upside down. And he for sure didn’t expect to fall in love so quickly with the soon to be college grad. They navigate finding love and working together to rediscover what that means for each of them.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X Female Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Epilogue

Aaron Hotchner did flip your world upside down. Maybe just not in the way you expected. But in the way you needed. You watched your children chase their father around the backyard. It was nearly below freezing but they were going strong. You made hot chocolate for their impending arrival inside. In the meantime you curled up on the couch with a warm blanket and watched the fire burn. The Christmas tree was lit nicely in the corner of the living room, an abundance of presents spilling out.

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through some old pictures. Baby pictures of your three children. Your wedding, it was a fall wedding. More than you could have ever dreamed of. You also looked at your college graduation pictures. Emily, JJ, and Penelope had surprised you and showed up to commencement. Screaming when you walked across the stage. You should call them soon. Finally, you found the picture you were looking for, you and Aaron at one of Dave’s dinners. It was a candid that Morgan took when you weren’t paying attention. Aaron has his arm around you while you’re talking to JJ about god knows what. It’s your favorite picture, beyond a shadow of a doubt. He looked at you like you were the only person in the room, you chose to remember nights that those. He changed you for the better, it was only fair you acknowledged that.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your husband and kids ran inside from the cold.

“There’s hot chocolate on the stove waiting for you monsters!” You yelled to them as they rushed to change into warmer clothes.

When they had all settled and had their mugs of hot chocolate, your husband joined you on the couch. Soon followed by your children, two girls and one boy. They quickly turned on a pixar movie and snuggled up to you underneath several blankets. There was nothing you would change about your life. This was exactly where you were meant to be.

By the time the credits rolled to Monsters University all three of them had fallen asleep. You carefully tucked in your youngest daughter, Greer. She was about to turn 2 in the spring. Your surprise baby. You couldn’t have been happier when you found out. Sure the stress of raising three kids got to you sometimes but they reminded you of all the good in the world.

Next was Cheyenne, named after where you met your husband, Noah. You were travelling around the west and made a pit stop in Cheyenne and met the man you were meant to spend forever with. You couldn’t think of a better name for your first daughter, Noah couldn’t have agreed more. She embodied everything good about your husband, his compassion for sure. She was smarter than you by a long shot at just 8 years old.

Finally you came to your oldests room. He had been a welcome surprise just a few months after your wedding. Your not so little boy mirrored you in a way you never thought possible. It scared you at first, everything about being a parent is scary sure, but nobody prepares you for raising your twin. He had your hair and eyes, Noah’s nose, but everything about him was you. His ambition never failed to wow you, he pushed himself to lengths you truly couldn’t believe sometimes. He however, did inherit some of your bad genes though. Sometimes he didn’t know when to stop, when to slow down and enjoy the present. You got better at that with age, you want him to achieve everything he puts his mind to but you need him to see when it’s happening. Not when it’s happened.

You reached down and pushed some of his hair from his face so you could kiss his forehead.

“Goodnight my sweet boy,” you whispered and he snuggled further into his blankets. You smiled softly and walked out quietly. He was already 12, sometimes you couldn't believe that you made it this far. You grew as you moved farther away, you knew that your life belonged out here. Sometimes it’s hard to trust fate but how could you justify meeting Noah and creating your dream life in your new favorite spot in America without believing at least a little bit in fate.

You softly closed your little boy's door and ran your hand over the nameplate crested in the center of the door, Aaron, written in hues of blue.

As you cuddled with your husband while he slowly fell asleep, you reached for your phone and scrolled through an album made just for you and Aaron. Noah may be your future, but Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner was the love of your life and you forever had a part of him.

You pulled up his contact for the first time in 18 years and sent him the photo from that dinner at Dave’s a lifetime ago. You wrote a short message,

I forgive you Agent - Y/N

The last thing you expected was a response, especially so quickly. It was a picture that you had posted on social media a few weeks prior, celebrating your 13th wedding anniversary.

I’m happy you found better. What are their names? - Agent

My youngest is Greer, then Cheyenne. - Y/N

You wait a few minutes to respond, you know he read the message prior.

He’s named after the love of my life Aaron - Y/N

He called you then. You moved quickly and quietly from your bed and down into your living room. Answering before the line went dead.

“You were the love of my life too Y/N. I just didn’t know it.”

There you sat, where just hours ago you were wrapped in blankets with your family, you were now transported to your life with Aaron. Staring into the fire with tears in your eyes.

“It wouldn’t have mattered, Aaron, sometimes finding the love of your life doesn't mean spending the rest of your life with them. It means loving them for the rest of your life, even if that means watching them love someone else.”

You could hear him sigh on the other end of the line, “I never stopped loving you. I won’t ever stop loving you Y/N.”

“I will always love you too Aaron. I think I’m happier now than I ever was with you though. JJ told me you got remarried Agent. Congratulations. I’m sure she's perfect for you.”

“Yeah, pretty much. Her name is Beth, Jack loves her too.”

“I miss him. I’m happy he has someone again. You deserve to be happy Aaron. I forgave you days after. Hell hours even. But I knew that we both needed someone who understood us better. We both deserved that.”

Just then you heard a door creak and the sound of feet pattering towards you, “mama,” Aaron’s voice squeaked out.

“Right here, baby. What's wrong?”

“I heard you talking and wanted to talk with you too.” You laughed a little before putting your phone on speaker and introducing your son to Aaron.

“Well alright, but I think you might need to know his name before you talk to him.” Aaron caught your drift, introducing himself through the phone.

“Hi Aaron, I’ve heard all about you. My name is Aaron too and there is nothing I want more than to talk to you.”

Your little boy perked up at the idea that this man had the same name as him, Aaron was a good sport and talked to him for about 20 minutes before your boy was yawning between every word.

“Say goodnight to Aaron buddy,” he murmured out a small goodnight and was helped back into bed.

“He reminds me of you, I’m sure you know that already.”

“Everyone calls him my clone. Maybe it’s wishful thinking but sometimes I look into his eyes and swear I see you looking back at me Aaron. He’s how I imagined our children would turn out. Perfect in every single way.”

“Your husband is very lucky to have you Y/N. I’ll envy him until the end of time.”

You sensed this was the end of the conversation, you subconsciously wanted to never stop talking to him. That part of you that would always yearn for his comfort when you were breaking down in the bathroom or when you were so over the moon about something at work. You wanted to share those moments with him first. I guess some part of you always would.

“I love you Aaron.”

“I love you too Y/N, goodnight”

“Goodnight Agent.”

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jeogiyall · 3 years

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Betty; H.HJ

Word Count; 1.9k

Genre; Hyunjin x Reader, Highschool AU, Song Fic

Warnings; Angst, Cheating

Find the rest of my Stray Kids Folklore series here!

A/N: sooo i obviously never think that hyunjin would cheat on his partner, i only used this song and circumstance for him bc he’s mentioned that he likes it and ever since i can only think of him as i listen to it lol. i do not think that he’s a bad person by any means so pleasee don’t take it that way!! i felt the need to clarify that,, i sincerely hope that you enjoy!!

I won’t make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom

There were many things that caused your eagerness to start senior year, but the greatest of those was wanting to see Hyunjin again. It wasn’t exactly ideal to spend a summer apart after a mere three months of dating, but through the hundreds of phone calls and thousands of half finished letters you managed to enjoy yourself. Even still, you missed him like a bad habit that couldn’t be shaken. The last week of your separation you swear you dreamt of him.

When you first reunited keeping you apart was like trying to untie a double knot. That first night he held you so desperately in his sun kissed arms, as if you’d slip away. You had pressed your lips to his temple and whispered ‘I’m with you now. I’m always with you.’

And for the following weeks you were, the two of you attached as though it was necessary. If you were making breakfast sandwiches, Hyunjin was there. If he was taking his dog for a walk, you were there. Even when you walked into homeroom on the first day and slipped into your desk, Hyunjin was there right beside you.

But I think it’s cause of me.

People do say all good things must come to an end, so you suppose that means that all wonderful things must crash and burn. At least that’s what it meant in terms of your story. Suddenly you weren’t in homeroom next to Hyunjin, and you weren’t at his house helping take care of his sweet dog. Instead you were alone in your room with your tail tucked between your legs and looking obsessively at the same picture.

It’s a heartwarming image, two lovers in front of a neon lit diner exchanging a farewell kiss. Except one of the lovers has black hair falling to his chin and skin that's been embraced by the sun. One of the lovers has a face that you’ve kissed a hundred times. One of the lovers is Hyunjin.

And you so badly wanted to blame anyone but him when your desk partner in English showed you the picture. You wanted to blame the other girl, you wanted to blame Hyunjins friends that appeared frequently on the opposite ends of your phone calls, you wanted to blame yourself. But there was no doubt when you asked him. He did this. And he couldn’t give you an explanation past, ‘I don’t know why.’

You wanted to know why. You wanted to know how he could say that he loved you on your fifth date and still do this, you wanted to know what she had that you didn’t. You wanted to know if the tears that he had shed after your confrontation were for yourself or for him.

The worst thing that I ever did, was what I did to you.

Hyunjin didn't have a single answer to offer. He thought about it for months, he thought about it with that other girls skin beneath his hands. He thought about it while he was greedy for your company in the closing weeks of summer, because a small part of him knew that you’d find out. He knew that you’d find out, and then that you’d leave him. He deserved it. He wishes that he didn’t.

As the months without you marched onward Hyunjin found his evenings to be sleepless. He would toss and turn for hours, but it was all useless. It’s impossible to sleep in a room where every piece of furniture and every shirt that’s hanging in the closet reminds him of you. He almost wishes that he’d never dated you, because something was always going to end up hurting you. If not in this way he would’ve found something else. Hyunjin’s still not even sure he’s worthy of hurting you.

It’s not that he often hurts people, either. Most of his friends would say he’s a relatively kind person, he has his moments but it’s mostly just a joke taken too far that's followed quickly by apology. His eldest friend, Chan, was beyond shocked to hear about his summer mishap.

You’re just so good, and you loved him so dearly. He remembers the way that your eyes would hang onto his every word as if they’re worth something, or how you would stick your head out of the car window every time he rolled them down, or the time that you cried over a Pixar movie and then apologized profusely for ruining the date. You’re the girl they talk about in love songs, who smells of candy and whimsy. He’s nothing but a boy who would give you his entire heart.

He wanted to call it quits before this Summer, but you swore that this could work. He was going to object before you said that you loved him and looked into his eyes with sparkly hopeful ones of your own. He could never say no to you. That was always an issue.

It’s been months since he’s had that problem, or talked to you at all. Late Summer became early Fall, followed by Halloween and then Thanksgiving break. He spent every day missing you. He spent every day regretting his mistakes.

The only thing I want to do

You deserve an apology. He was so dumbstruck when you confronted him that no words would come out except for ‘I don’t know.’ He couldn’t even say sorry, despite the fact that he desperately was. He’s been thinking in the past two months that you deserve an apology, he’s been thinking in the past month that he doesn’t want to be with anyone ever again.

He knows that he should’ve considered that before ruining this. He knows that it’s a shot in the dark, but he also knows that he’ll never be able to forgive himself if he doesn’t at least try.

Is make it up to you.

So he’s on the way to your house. It’s eleven thirty at night and the early winter breeze is nipping at his nose, and he’s rounding your street corner with a million apologies bouncing around his head. He thinks that he could tell you that she meant nothing. He thinks he could say that he never once deserved you or your love for him. He thinks that he could say that he loves you more deeply than he ever thought was possible. He thinks he could say a million things, but then you open your front door and suddenly there’s not a single word to say.

You look the same as you did the last time that the two of you talked. Pieces of your hair are falling into your eyes, which glass over as they take in the sight before them. He thinks that he hears your breath hitch, but he also thinks that could be the sound of his own breath doing the same. You look so enchanting.

“Hyunjin?” You ask quietly. He looks so pretty beneath the light of your front porch, his summer tan gone and replaced with the natural honey tone of his skin. He looks similar to the last time that you saw him too, except for the fact that his hair is a bit shorter. It looks nice on him. Everything looks nice on him.

“(Y/n.)” You step out of your doorway to join him on the porch while he clears his throat, “I-I-“

Would you have me, would you love me

It’s probably the way that you’re looking to him with the same loving eyes as always, or maybe the way that he can see your fingers fiddling with one another in an attempt to keep your mind busy, or maybe there’s no cause at all, but his words are finally found. He knows that he has to let them all out now or else they’ll be lost for good.

“I am unbelievably sorry for what happened last summer. It was a mistake on countless parts that are all mine, but you have to know that it meant nothing to me. The only place it holds in my heart is a place of regret. I regret every second of it. She means nothing to me, and you… You mean everything. To this day and for every day to come, you will mean everything to me.” His hand has somehow slipped into your own, and you can’t help but squeeze it. You think that if you don’t you'll probably cry, “A-and I’m not going to beg for you to take me back, because I know that I don’t deserve it, but I will tell you this. If you take another chance on me I will make it my promise to never let you feel hurt again. Not by me or anyone else, because I love you and never, ever, want you feel as though I don’t.”

“Then why did you do it?” Your question comes out small, spoken with a voice that's choking back tears. Silence covers the porch steps for a moment, because Hyunjin honestly doesn’t know how to answer. There’s no way to answer that’s right, or excusable, or any of the things that a satisfying answer should be. There’s only an answer that is honest.

I don’t know anything,

“I don’t know, a-and I know that’s not what you want to hear.” He swallows thickly, thumb smoothing over the top of your hand for what could be the last time. He knows that if you tell him to leave he’ll have to respect your wish, but he also knows that it will hurt him for forever. He knows that he’ll have earned it, “I-I think I knew that one day you’d find out I wasn’t good enough for you, or that I’d end up disappointing you somehow, but I can’t honestly give you a definitive answer. I don’t know. I don’t know anything, but I know I miss you.”

You look into his deep brown eyes that are brimming with tears, and you want to tell him so many things. You want to tell him that you were never disappointed in him. Or that he was beyond good enough for you, or that he didn’t need to be for you to love him. You wanted to tell him that if he had only talked to you about his doubts then this entire situation could’ve been avoided. Instead you take his face into your hands, squeezing his cheeks ever so slightly.

but I know I miss you.

“I miss you too.” There's silence, nothing except for two beating hearts, “Let’s try this again.” He puts his hands on your waist and you think to yourself that you’ve missed the feeling. You think to yourself that you’ve missed Hyunjin.

“Can I kiss you?” His eyes are eager the way that you were to return home to him after Summer. They look innocent, sweet. Like he’s cherishing this as if it were his first kiss.

“Yes.” His body is gentle when it touches yours, as though you’re likely to break. You think that it’s wise, because in a way you are likely to break. You’re patched together with band aids and medical tape like a bird that’s been rescued off the street. Hyunjin knows this, just like he’s known many things before, but he’s promised to protect you. This is a promise that he intends to keep.

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supercorpkid · 3 years

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Earth anatomy is something else.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1465.

“Hey Jamie?” You whisper to your cousin next to you, but there’s actually no need. Everyone in the classroom is talking loudly and no one can hear you, you are sure of that. “Do your moms also get a little weird for absolutely no reason?”

“What are you talking about?” She whispers back and you bite your lip thinking.

“I don’t know. Lena sometimes gets super moody and weird… Like yesterday she was watching a movie and crying.” You remember the scene of Lena with a huge glass of wine, and a couple of tissues watching a pixar movie. It was one of the weirdest things you have ever seen. “I would totally understand if it was Kara, y’know? She’s a big cry baby. But Lena?”

“I don’t know, is she on her period?” Jamie asks you and you furrow your brows in confusion. “Maybe she’s PMSing. I get like that sometimes.”

“Oh, cool.” You look at the teacher. He’s not paying attention to any of you. You go back to Jamie. “What’s PMSing?”

“What? You don’t know what PMS means?” Jamie is the overall face of disbelief. You shake your head in denial. “Oh my God, are you even from Earth?”

“Look, I’ve heard people talking about it. It’s just that everyone always assumes I know what it is, I was scared of asking the meaning.”

“Jesus Christ. You’re such a weirdo. You literally know things like quantum physics, but you don’t know what PMS means.” She laughs and you roll your eyes. “You know what, maybe I should teach you one thing or two about human anatomy.”

“I’m human.”

“Fine, Earth anatomy. We’ll go to the science lab later.” Jamie goes back to the book and chuckles, apparently to herself. “PMS. God help me.”

When class is over you go to the science lab and sit down in one of the desks while Jamie does a perfect drawing of the human body on the board. You’re starting to think you should’ve just googled the whole thing, because it’s really embarrassing not knowing half of the stuff she’s saying.

It’s weird that you don’t know, but Kara once told you that Krytonian anatomy was almost like Earth’s, but not completely equal. So, you’ve never PMSed, which basically means that you didn’t have to worry about it, up until now anyway.

“Do you have any questions?” Jamie asks and you shake your head looking at your notebook.

“Yeah, a few. Ok, so.” You read what you wrote. “Why does it happen every month? What can we do to stop it? What does cramp feel like? How does it affect your mood? Is it the same for every woman?”

“That’s a few?” Jamie sighs and you smile. “I don’t know. You don’t do anything. Feels like an alien attacking you from the inside. It varies for every woman, so the answer to the last one is no.”

“Cool. Last one.” You smile apologetic and she agrees with her head. “What can I do to help?”

“Why do you want to help? It’s normal, it will always happen.” Jamie sits next to you. “You don’t have to help everyone with everything all the time. You know that, right?”

“What? No, it’s not like that.” You try to justify and she smiles at you, way too knowing.

“Look, I know you have a hero complex…”

“I do not.” You interrupt her.

“Yes, you do. And it’s not a bad thing.” She looks at your notes and smiles. “I love to know that you’re always here to protect me, little Danvers. But there are things you can’t protect us, earthlings, from. And it’s ok.”

“Yeah. I know. Totally.” You shrug and she laughs.

“Come on, dipshit. Let’s go play games and do things your alien brain can comprehend.” Jamie stands up and you follow her.

Now you sort of understand what's going on with Lena. And when you think about the past everything makes way more sense. But you didn’t like Jamie’s answer. You don’t like the fact that you can’t help Lena in any way. If you had an alien attacking you from the inside, you would like some help. So, you do what you should’ve done all along. You google it.

There are a few tips that you could try. And other ones you will never ever want to remember again. But either way, that helps you understand your mom a lot more.

When Lena comes home later that night, you’re already by the door with a glass of wine for her. She furrows her brows at that.

“What did you do?” She looks around. “What did you break?”

“What? No! It’s nothing like that, I just… You look like you had a rough day.” You say offering the glass and she finally takes it. “Are you ok?”

“Are you?” She asks back and you smile taking her bag from her hands and putting in the hanger close to the door. “Baby, what’s going on?”

“Nothing!” You look at her with your x-ray vision. “Does your feet hurt?”

“No, it’s…” She seems to acknowledge them for the first time today. “It actually does.”

“Yeah, here. Let me take off your heels.” You help her out of her shoes and she smiles at you.

“Ok, this is lovely. I’m still suspicious though.” She takes off her coat and you walk close to her to the living room. “I did have a rough day. I have the most horrible…”

“Cramps!” You say looking at her again, and she agrees slowly. She sits back on the couch with a loud sigh, and you mentally revisit your list of tips. “There’s a pressure point.” You kneel in front of her. “Right here.”

“Ok.” Lena says looking at your hand not moving on her calf.

“Oh, I shouldn’t press it. I don’t want to hurt you.” You say and she moves her hand to the spot you’re showing so she could press it herself. “Did it work?”

“Not really. But it was worth the shot.” She drinks a little more. You get up quickly and use your super speed returning a few seconds later. “Hot towel. This pill is supposed to work very fast. Oh, and…” You run one more time. Lena didn’t even have time to blink yet and you’re back. “Hot water for your feet.”

You place a bowl of water on the ground and she puts her feet inside. She accepts the pill you’re giving her, drinking it with the wine, and the hot towel, placing it on her pelvis. You make a mental note of that.

“Ok, I forgive you.” She exhales and lays her head on the pillows behind her.

“For what?” You ask, taking the empty wine glass from her hand and putting it on the table next to you.

“I don’t know, whatever it is that you’re trying to apologize for.” She smiles and you sit next to her.

“I promise I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just… Well, I guess I’m sorry I never did this before on your periods. I know they suck.”

“How do you know that? You’re not supposed to have them.” She looks at you worried.

“Oh no, I don’t.” You ease her mind and she lays back. “I had an Earth anatomy class with Jamie, and she told me all about PMS, and periods, and cramps.”

“Fun stuff.” Lena smiles and you agree with your head. “Why is that, exactly?”

“Cause you were crying over a cartoon movie last night.”

“Oh, because I don’t usually cry?” She asks and you shake your head. “For your information, I cry a lot.” You raise one brow. “Don’t give me the eyebrow raise. That’s my move.” You laugh at her. “I do cry. I just don’t cry as much as your momma.”

“Yeah, duh. She’s a cry baby.” You say and you two laugh.

“I appreciate the worry baby.” Lena squeezes your knee. “But you don’t have to take care of me.”

“Yes, I do.” You kiss her forehead. “You take care of me, and I take care of you. That’s what our family does, right?”

“You are absolutely right. And I’m really glad this is your concept of family.” She kisses your temple and you smile. “Now why don’t you get us some chocolates so we can watch a sad movie and cry together?”

“Can I join?” Kara asks, appearing from thin air and sits on the other side of Lena. “I love movies to cry.”

“You don’t say.” You and Lena share a look and a smile before you go to the kitchen to grab all the chocolates in the house, and move back to the couch to watch a movie with them. Of course that’s your concept of family, you just have to look at them to know why.

Notes:

Idea buddy does it again! Thanks @hermen0404 :)

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kyoomiii · 4 years

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♡ Rainy days [hcs]

- ✎ characters ❝ kuroo, nishinoya, akaashi, and yamaguchi❞

- [ trigger warning(s): none ]

- ⚘ genre ❝ fluff, crack ❞

❝ ngl akaashi’s did hit a little different, but nonetheless they’re all sickeningly cute ♡〜٩(^▿^)۶〜♡ ❞

-kyo ♡

The gentle stream of water coming from the opposing side of the door draws to a stop. A trail of steam emerges from Kuroo’s bathroom as he steps out, a plain t-shirt, a pair of shorts hugging his waist, and a towel slung over his shoulders. His usual bedhead is droopy, dripping with water from his shower.

And despite his display of pure beauty, your mind is trailed elsewhere, eyes stuck staring out the window as dark clouds gather in the late afternoon sky.

“Look Tetsu… It looks like it might rain.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised, it’s been cloudy all day. Cold too, we should stalk up on blankets.”

With that, the two of you spend the next 10 minutes picking out the most comfortable blankets Kuroo owns, settling on one that Lev ‘s sister Alisa had made and another that Kuroo has had for god knows how long.

He even brings out this mini projector that he had bought specially for movie nights as the two of you cuddle under the blankets, deciding which movie you should watch (most likely a disney/pixar movie because I think they’d be a huge guilty pleasure for him- his favorite is probably monster’s inc)

“I bet our baby would be cuter…”

“Oh my god Tetsurou.”

“Ow-What? I’m just speaking the truth.”

It’s in the middle of the movie when the pattering of rain finally begins, the droplets falling onto the window and streaming in tiny trails.

However, you don’t really seem to notice as Kuroo shifts his weight, his head laying on your abdomen, arms wrapped around your torso as your fingers comb through his slightly damp hair. He’s warm to the touch, his body heat cancelling out the chill that’s brought with the stormy weather.

The overall atmosphere is soothing, even when the rain begins to get heavy as Kuroo’s hands wander over your body. His fingers eventually find your own with gentle caresses and the occasional kiss to your knuckles.

Your eyes trail down to look at Kuroo who no longer seems preoccupied with the movie, instead he watches as the droplets fall.

“Hey y/n, you see that drop?”

“Yeah why?”

“I bet it could fall to the bottom of the window faster than all the others.”

“Bet!”

Somehow he’s right, even after the second, third and fourth round of the droplet race. And each time he wins he gets more and more smug, shooting you a sly grin that’s just begging for a slap.

“I guess I just can’t help that I’m such a winner- even if it’s something as frivolous as this.”

But as the night draws on, the rain makes something click in Kuroo, and suddenly he feels so soft. Maybe it’s the way you run your hands through his untamable hair, or the gentle touches you leave against his skin, but he feels unbelievably warm.

In this moment the rain nor the movie that has yet to end piques his interest. Instead his eyes focus on you.

He observes your features and the little things you do which in turn cause his heart to swell with the utmost adoration. He snuggles closer, his grip getting tighter ever so slightly.

“y/n… I love you.”

“Ehhh, who are you and what did you do with my Tetsu.”

“Hey- I’m being serious, I really do love you. With all my heart”

“I love you too Tetsu, don’t you ever forget that.”

Your finger’s lace themselves together with Nishinoya’s as you walk back home, the school day is finally over and for once he didn’t have practice on the count of the gym being used for other purposes today.

However about halfway there, the sky begins to grow gray. Your conversation halts, a frown forming on your features.

“Well that can’t be good. I think it’s about to rain… And I didn’t bring my umbrella.”

“It’s okay y/n, I think we’ll be just fine!”

And despite the threat of rainfall, the reassuring grin on Nishinoya’s face sets you at ease, his presence immediately enough to cheer you up.

So with hurried steps the two of you rush home (well it’s kinda more like he’s dragging you and you try to keep up because he’s pretty fast).

But despite your efforts at escaping the rain, they end up being pretty fruitless as the rain begins to fall before the two of you can get to your destination, resulting in both of you crowding together under the rooftop of a small family shop.

“Aw… Great, at this rate we’ll be stuck here forever.”

“Well- y/n I guess if you’re willing to take a risk we could get home in no time.”

At the mention of this said risk you’ve grown immediately suspicious. Nishinoya has always been what some may call a “wild child”. But he’s also someone who's trustworthy, and you have no doubt that he wouldn’t put you in a situation that would be dangerous.

“Okay Yuu, I guess whatever you have planned can’t be awful.”

“Let’s run through the rain. Your house is closer so we should be able to make it there in no time.”

At his suggestion you can only stare at him. It’s crazy but he does have a point- Neither of you know when the rain will stop anyway.

“...Fine”

So with your confirmation he takes off his jacket wrapping it around you as he grabs your hand, and drags you out into the rain, the widest grin on his face as the water begins to seep through his clothes and hair. His laugh fills the air as the two of you run through the empty streets.

By the time you get home you’re soaking wet, but even so you don’t go inside. Instead you stay out with him, jumping in puddles and playing games of chase through the streets like young children.

Your laughter can be heard throughout the neighborhood, as Nishinoya dashes through a series of puddles to get to you.

“Hey y/n!”

“Yes Yuu?”

“I love you!”

“-I love you too!”

And by the time the two of you finally decide to go inside, sopping wet, but wide happy grins on your faces, he pulls you into a hug.

“You make me the happiest y/n, I hope you know that.”

Needless to say the rest of the storm is spent cuddling close together trying to get warm.

“Hey Yuu- you make me the happiest too.”

Akaashi is well aware of the forecast for today. It’s a part of his morning ritual to check the weather before he starts the day- just in case. And as a result he is always prepared.

So after school and practice, when the clouds begin to roll in, he immediately pulls out his umbrella. And though he’s not a particularly touchy person he keeps you close, not wanting you to catch an illness from the cold weather.

As the driver pulls up because in my head Akaashi is from a well off family he guides you into the car, making sure to keep you warm because he likes to show his affection and care through simple gestures.

Once the two of you get to his home, Akaashi makes sure to take care of you first before going to freshen up. He’ll brew you a warm cup of tea and set you up with a lot of blankets and pillows on his bed, maybe even put on a movie or a show if you want.

And when he does come back from his shower, he’s immediately under the covers with you, his eyes catching the falling droplets of water.

He’s always liked the rain, even as a child. There was something so calming and peaceful about the scent that came with it, and the gentle patter of it on the window panes. He wasn’t messy when he was young, but he did love walking in puddles, and despite having grown out of it by high school, his admiration for storms never truly ceased even with age.

So even if you aren’t paying attention to the way it falls like he is, he’s glad that he gets to share this moment with you, huddled under a shared blanket basking in each other’s warmth.

He’ll even go as far as grasping your hand under the blankets, bringing to his lips in a gentle kiss.

We all know Akaashi isn’t really one for words, so sweet moments like this are often quiet and peaceful, filled with small and soft touches along one another’s skin.

Eventually though, you two do end up snuggled together, bodies tangled and fingers intertwined as you listen to the sound of the rainfall, he’ll press kisses to the crown of your head as his fingers wander along the small of your back.

“Thank you for sharing this rainy day with me y/n.”

“Of course Keiji, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

It’s moments like this he cherishes the most. Where it’s tranquil, and just the two of you, there are no words that need to be said to convey how much he loves and appreciates you. Only little tentative touches of affection.

For him it’s the little things that count the most.

The gentle patter of rain begins in the middle of your study session with Yamaguchi. The water trickling harshly against the windows as the night gets later indicating that the end of this storm is nowhere in sight.

“Getting home is going to be difficult…”

“- Ah, don’t be silly y/n, I couldn’t possibly let you leave in weather like this. Why don’t you stay the night?”

His words send a flare to your cheeks. It hasn’t been long since the two of you have made it official, and while you’re both comfortable with one another, this was a new step in your relationship.

And while Yamaguchi is just as shy about the whole ordeal, he also doesn’t want you to catch a cold in this harsh weather.

“Okay Tadashi, I’ll stay.”

The night progresses slowly, a gentle calming atmosphere as you snuggle closely into one of Yamaguchi’s old sweaters that he had lent you.

He thinks you look cute, cuddling close to his clothes. Yamaguchi is someone with a soft heart, and little things like this turn him to mush, especially if it’s in regards to you.

If you’re still cold he’ll bring you a cup of tea or some other warm beverage to keep you from freezing, even offering his favorite blanket and fuzzy socks because I don’t doubt that he has a collection

His touches are a little shy and unsure, but throughout the night he does eventually find his way into your arms, holding you close as you talk, the rain falling into the back of your minds as white noise.

“And then Hinata threw up in Tanaka’s lap.”

“Poor Hinata…”

When it comes to people he cares about Yamaguchi is someone who’ll be very observant, he’ll pick up on the slightest of changes and learn that person like the back of his hand.

So as he watches every expression you make, every little gesture, and quirk, he begins to realize that this is it. This is where he wants to be for the rest of your lives. In your arms nestled close together through the calm and the storms. He realizes that he’s truly and deeply in love with you.

And the mere thought makes his heart pound in his chest at a rate of 100mph. The sound thundering in his ears so loudly and dauntingly that it makes his stomach churn, and his mind drift away.

“Tadashi?”

The sound of your voice breaks his trance, and he looks at you with the most nervous smile, only to be met with your much more reassuring one. And with his cheeks the brightest shade of red, he’ll blurt three magical words for the first time.

“I love you y/n!”

“... I love you too Tadashi.”

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I Won’t Say I’m in Love

I had an idea at 2am that Janus sarcastically asks Roman to marry him during arguments, but each time he asks he means it a little more until he realizes he’s completely in love with Roman, until he can’t stand the rejection anymore and runs away because Roman would never believe him if he admitted his feelings, only for Roman to come after him and propose instead.

This isn’t quite that, though it is in a similar vein. I started with that idea and it evolved into this. That being said, if anyone wants to take the original idea and run with it, feel free, just remember to tag me!

AO3

...

The first time he asks, he doesn’t mean it in the slightest. They’re in the middle of an argument, him and Logan against Roman and Patton, Virgil staying out of it, either because he didn’t have an opinion or he didn’t want to get involved.

“Roman, you’re absolutely charming right now. Won’t you marry me already?” He snaps, breath hissing in and out, and everyone freezes at his comment. Roman’s face has gone red, from anger or embarrassment, he can’t tell, but the longer the silence goes on, the more he feels his own shame at his words burning at his throat. “sorry. That was… out of line.” He mumbles, adjusting his capelet.

“I apologize, also. You are correct, I have not been my most… chivalrous, this afternoon. Perhaps… perhaps we should all take a break, to calm down. Then we can work out a… compromise?” Roman says, face flushing redder at the question in his voice. The moment is broken by Virgil slow clapping from the stairs.

“Wooow, both of you apologized and Princey suggested a compromise? It’s a miracle!”

“Yes, thank you, Virgil. Your sarcasm had been duly noted, and disregarded. Now. Don’t come get me when we’re ready to start over.” He comments, popping back to his room before anyone else has time to comment.

…

The second time, he’s had a bad day. He feels heavy and disjointed, not all there, not all focused. He doesn’t know what’s wrong, he just knows he didn’t sleep well and he can’t seem to get comfortable, so he forces himself out of bed and down the stairs, dragging his blanket behind him, before collapsing on the couch. It’s almost 1pm, far later than his usual first appearance in the commons since the whole wedding debacle, since he was accepted, truly, since he was welcomed.

He doesn’t remember drifting off, but he shoots awake as he feels a hand on his shoulder, letting out a small groan, having flung his arm over his eyes at some point.

“What on earth could possibly be important enough to disturb me for, Roman?” he asks, wincing at the pounding that has started near his temple.

“Are you okay?” He snorts at the question, rolling his eyes as he halfheartedly glares at Roman.

“Just peachy.” He snarks, and Roman backs away, hands in the air. He can feel Roman’s eyes on him as he left the room, and sinks deeper into the couch. He’s surprised when a moment later, Roman returns from the kitchen, sitting down next to him.

“Alright. Here you go.” He looks down at the table, a bit confused.

“What… is this?” Roman looks at him, lip quirked up in a half smile.

“Well that, is a glass of water. And that is something for the headache you’ve got cooking in your noggin. And those are crackers, since you have not eaten anything all day.” He looks slowly up at Roman, eyes narrowed.

“I am not sick.” Roman’s eyebrow raises.

“I did not say that. You, however, just did.” He groans, sinking even further into the blanket, so his eyes are just barely visible.

“I do not get sick.” He mumbles.

“Of course not, bananaconda. Now take the medicine.” He sighs, but complies, drinking the rest of the water and nibbling at some crackers as well. He barely notices Roman getting up, coming back a moment later with a Gatorade, and dimming the lights. He breathes a sigh of relief as some of the pain dissipates.

“God, I could marry you right now.” He mumbles, finding the Gatorade is cold, and he lets Roman rest a cold rag on his forehead.

“I think the fever’s getting to your head, Jan.” He doesn’t reply, just hums and closes his eyes, trying to squash down the warm, fuzzy feeling starting to grow in his chest.

…

The third time he doesn’t say it. He’s in his room, relaxing in his plush desk chair. He’d been doing a color by number, choosing whatever color he wanted for each number instead of going by the recommended color chart.

He hears a knock on his door, and gets up, confused when he sees no one there. Then he looks down, and sees a small gift basket, wrapped in a red ribbon with a small card printed with Roman’s logo. He rolls his eyes, and brings it inside, smiling as he unpacks it.

There’s a collection of lotions, each of which smells deep and heady, just the kind of scent he loves. There’s also a few moisturizing oils, for his scales, which he’s a bit grateful for, he can tell his shed is about to start and making his own was a bit of a hassle. He laughs at the small snake plushie, but drapes it across his bed’s headboard anyway, smiling fondly as he leans against the bed for a moment, before his eyes widen and he nearly slaps himself.

No. no no no, he cannot do this, he cannot do this to himself, he will not be so stupidly naïve.

He is not in love with Roman.

…

The rest come in small moments of delight, of happiness, moments where he forgets to deny himself what he cannot have, when he cannot squash the fondness inside of him, when he forgets to push down the silent, useless emotion he refuses to give credence to.

Playing Mario Kart, and he exploits every loophole and shortcut, strategically laying bananas, somehow always avoiding the blue shell when he is in first, slowing down enough someone passes him and gets hit instead, Roman cursing his skill, every time demanding another round, both of them grinning and sweating by the end of their tournament.

…

Roman gets up early one morning, makes breakfast. When he comes into the kitchen, Roman slides a plate of waffles, covered in homemade whipped cream and chocolate shavings in front of him, along with a coffee filled with the perfect amount of froth, a heart patterned on it. His own nearly stops, breathless.

“Morning sleepy serpent.” He mumbles something, heart stopping at how beautiful Roman looks, still in his pajamas, hair sleep mussed, but eyes bright, light from the window shining onto him as he turns back to the stove, flipping pancakes, humming, then singing, belting out showtunes. He catches himself almost sighing at how sweet Roman’s voice is, before he snaps out of his trance, just barely getting his emotions under control as Patton comes barreling down the stairs, summoned by Disney and the smell of pancakes.

…

It’s a late night, they’ve had a movie marathon and the others all turned in hours ago, giving up one by one, Virgil the latest to leave. He is debating the morals of Disney characters, tearing apart the heroes and defending the villains.

“How was he to know that toys are alive? He was using his creativity, to combine and make new, original, toys! If he hadn’t been traumatized by Woodie and Co, maybe he would have ended up an engineer instead of a garbage man.”

“Ugh, fine! You have me on that one. It’s technically Pixar, anyway.” Roman mutters, and he laughs. “Since you concede there, I’ll give you Scar.” Roman looks at him, eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Seriously? I figured you’d defend him to the death.” He shrugs, yawning.

“Mostly due to the cut song where he tries to… let’s generously call it ‘woo’, Nala, which is why she leaves to find help in the first place. Plus, he never really wanted change or peace, he just framed his alliance with the hyenas in that manner to gain control. Besides, everyone knows it’s better to be loved than feared. If you really want complete control, make every choice seem like their own, make every action seem benign or like a favor. Get what you want by making it seem like what the people want.” Roman is staring at him, agape, and he flushes.

He winces, because of course he ruined this, they were having a moment, and he ruined it. “… I’ll give you Ursula, if we’re counting cut scenes. She was technically overthrown and banished by Triton, though she did nothing wrong. Her vengeance is a bit extreme, but she at least had good reason for it, and really only wanted what was always supposed to be hers.” Roman answers after a moment, and he nearly sighs in relief, though he gets the feeling they were both talking about more than just Disney villains.

He’s absolutely mortified, and not at all the least bit pleased when he’s awoken the next morning by Virgil, smiling smugly at him, having fell asleep, head resting on Roman’s chest, Roman’s arm around his shoulder, a blanket pulled up over the two of them. He certainly strives to make sure it never happens again.

…

He's a mess. A miserable, stupid, mess. He can't stop thinking of Roman, can’t stop striving for his smiles, the soft, fond one he receives in moments of quiet, the bright, mischievous one that brings out his dimples, the small, confused one when he didn’t understand why he was pulling away. His laugh, loud and ringing, the nicknames bestowed upon him at every chance, the small, subtle touches that sent his heart racing and his mind into overdrive and he was burning, aching, from want.

The desire to run his fingers through Roman's hair, to feel his hands around his waist, to kiss him until they were both silly from it, to say every sweet word and guileless truth about how absolutely perfectly stunning Roman is, to defend him and his ideas, to protect him from his own self doubts and negative thinking, to repair every crack he himself had made in Roman's armor, to apologize a thousand times until the side knew he absolutely truly meant every word of flattery he had ever said.

He hisses at a knock on his door, drawing back into the shadows. He doesn’t want to talk to anyone, he doesn’t want to see anyone, he just wants to wallow in his misery until this wrenching heartbreak goes away and leaves him alone! It’s no use, wanting something he can’t have. He won’t lie to himself and say otherwise.

“Kiddo? You okay?” Patton, who can probably feel his emotional distress from miles away.

“I'm fine.” He forces out, wrangling his voice into some sense of normalcy, wincing at the acrid lie on his tongue. He can feel Patton's hesitation, but the fatherly figure sighs.

“Alright. But Jan? If you decide that you’re not fine, you know I’m here for you.” Then Patton walks away, and he’s only mildly surprised to feel wetness dripping down his cheeks.

“I’m fine.” He whispers, curling in on himself, choking on tears. “I’m perfectly fine.”

…

Day three is when it all falls apart. He hasn’t left his room, he hasn’t moved much from his curled up spot on the floor, and it hurts why does it still hurt?

He thought if he just stayed away, if he put distance between himself and Roman, if… if he detoxed it would go away, these pesky, useless feelings would go away!

But they haven’t. They’re still pounding away with every beat of his heart, and he’s half convinced it would be better to just rip the stupid thing out than let it make such a fool of him.

He knows limits. He understands them, he knows how far he can push the others before they start to break, he knows how much to push to make them give, he knows how far he can push before things start well and truly crumbling to ruin, and he knows, better than any of the others, his own limits.

He knows what he can and cannot have, he knows how to be selfish without taking too much, and he knows this is something he cannot take, something he will never be given. He’s still the serpent, after all, still the liar, still the deceiver, still the snake in the grass, waiting to strike. He’s said I love you a thousand times to Roman, meant it more and more with each iteration, but he knows he doesn’t deserve to be loved. Not by Roman, whom he had broken so badly not so long ago, accidently, yes, and he had apologized, but still. He’d known how fragile the ego was, how tightly he was clinging to the final thread, and he’d still cut the strand without a second thought. He’s not to be trusted, least of all by himself, even his own heart has turned against him.

“Janus? Can I come in?” He freezes at that voice, it makes his stomach sink and his pulse race and he feels a strange sense of vertigo.

“No.” He says, as deadpan as possible, as much emphasis as he can, and he can almost see the frown on Roman’s face.

“You haven’t been out in three days. Are you sick again?”

“I’m fine, Roman, go bother someone else!” He spits out, anger creeping into his voice, because Roman is the source of this festering wound, even if he doesn’t know it. If he’s angry, he won’t be sad, angry he can do, angry he can fake as well as anyone.

“no you’re not. I’m coming in.” He curses, lunging to his feet, but the door is already open before he has even a hope of locking it, and he and Roman stare at each other for a silent moment, before he looks away, biting his tongue. “Jesus, Jan. What happened to you?” He winces, knowing he must look a mess, knowing his hair is tangled and wild from running his hands through it so often, his face is a mess of dried tears and dark bags, his clothes are rumpled and wrinkled and his normally immaculate room is a bit dusty.

“Nothing. Now go away.” He demands, turning to stalk to his desk. He feels a hand on his shoulder, warmth blooms down his arm, and he inhales sharply, turning and actually slapping Roman as he stumbles back, barely aware of the tears streaming down his eyes, because this is so goddamn hard. “Don’t. Don’t touch me, Roman.” He spits, venom in his voice, eyes sharp and fangs sharper. He hates this, hates playing this part again, but he needs Roman to leave.

“ok. I’m sorry, I should have asked.” He chokes on his bitter laughter because damn it, Roman is the perfect gentleman, isn’t he? He’s stepped back, hands raised in the air, the only thing on his face concern, not anger, or fear, or pain at the handprint still red across his cheek. “please, Janus. I know you’re hurting. I just want to know why, I just want to help.” He laughs this time, a wild, harsh sound.

“That’s cute, Roman, but this isn’t one of your fairy tale quests where you rescue a damsel in distress. This is real life, with real problems, and maybe, for once, you should let it get through your thick skull that this ISN’T ONE YOU CAN FIX!” He screams, letting his words be cold, letting them be cruel, as he crumples to the floor, heaving, gasping in air through the shaking sobs squeezing tight his chest. “you can’t fix me.” He whispers, not caring if Roman hears, because what’s the point? He’s a pathetic, mewling lump, and surely after that display Roman will leave, warned off by his extremeness.

“Janus.” He flinches at his name, whispered so softly, so gently, almost holding the thing he wishes more than anything his name would contain, coming from Roman’s lips, but that hope is a lie, a deceitful, monstrous lie, just like the rest of him. “why do you think you’re broken?” He doesn’t answer. He won’t answer, he won’t say it aloud, not now, not when Roman will see how much he actually means it. He squeezes his hands into fists, forcing his chin up, forcing himself to glare at Roman.

“You should leave. Before I answer that question honestly.” He bares his fangs in a snarl, gold covering his pupils, racing throughout the room, lighting it up with a thousand pretty little lies that echo in Roman’s ears, telling him exactly how worthless and useless and pathetic he is, and he hisses for good measure, standing and sauntering over to Roman, leering at him.

“I’m the dragon guarding the tower, I’m the hydra fighting Hercules, I’m the snake here to lead you astray, I’m the villain, I’m the bad guy, I stand against everything you’ve ever believed in, little prince. You’d be so easy to dispose of. Then who could stop me, hmmm? No one. I could kill you right where you stand, and no one would ever know a thing, my greatest performance would be replacing you. Or do you forget what I am, Roman, what I well and truly am?” He stands back, fangs sharp as he grins, letting out a dark, sinister laugh, one that reverberates off the walls, and something is breaking inside him, something is cracking and crumbling and he hates himself, hates every moment, but if Roman hates him, too, then he’ll just go.

“Janus.” Roman says again, so soft, and his grin falters, his mask slips for a moment before he rights it, scowling as Roman steps forwards, undaunted, something strange in his eyes, something soft and worried. “you don’t have to do this.” He stumbles back at Roman’s words, shaking his head.

“stop.”

“I know you’re afraid. That’s why you’re doing this, you’re scared, and that’s ok.” He’s shaking his head, eyes squeezed shut, trying to push back the tears.

“Stop.”

“I know you don’t mean it, Jan. And I won’t run away just because of a few threats. I want to help you, I want to be there, I want you to trust me enough to tell me what is hurting you so terribly… please.” He feels Roman’s hand on his, and he jerks back, hitting the wall, eyes snapping open, breath coming in short gasps, and he wraps his arms around himself, shaking.

“STOP IT!” He shouts, voice breaking into a million pieces, and the gold vanishes, his façade crumbling, only raw emotion left in his voice. “Stop caring, stop asking to help, stop acting like you’re my friend, stop being kind, stop being so fucking nice to me, stop getting inside my head, stop making me feel happy being near you, stop sending butterflies winging through my stomach, stop making me smile, stop making me laugh, stop being so fucking incredible that I can’t help but love you!” He screams, jabbing his finger into Roman’s chest with every word, tears falling down his face as he finally says it, all the fight draining out of him as he collapses, empty, caught by Roman, who lowers them both gently to the floor.

He doesn’t have the will to pull away from Roman’s all encompassing embrace. He doesn’t have the strength left to silence the tears, to force Roman out, to go back to being alone.

Shame curdles in his stomach as he breathes in Roman’s scent, lilacs and sweet summer breezes, as he melts against Roman’s chest, as his hands fist the fabric of Roman’s shirt and he sobs, hopelessly sobs, because this is an empty victory. Once he manages to pull away, he’ll see the pity and disgust on Roman’s face, and this, this will be well and truly over.

“I’m s-orry. I’m so, s-so s-sorry, I didn’t mean f-for this to happen, I h-hoped it would just go away but they won’t, and I’m s-sorry…” he gasps, shaking, exhaustion cresting over him, and despite himself the ache is being soothed, because Roman is holding him, and then he just feels sick at his own selfish want.

“Oh, my little mocking jay, why didn’t you just say something?” He laughs at that, throat raw and scratched.

“because then you’d know. And it would all be over, anyway. You don’t love me, you could never love me, I’m not nearly good enough for you, I’m not good at all, really. I’m not… I’m not what you want, Roman. I can never be what you want me to be. And I just… I just keep hurting you.” He whispers, heart shattering a little more as Roman pulls back, and he closes his eyes, taking a huge breath in, trying to control the crushing, plunging depths of his despair.

“Janus. Who says you aren’t already exactly what I want?” His breath catches at Roman’s words, at the tenderness they hold, at the painful hope blooming in his chest. He trembles as he feels Roman rest a hand on his scaled cheek, gently stroking the scales with his thumb.

“don’t lie to me, Roman. Please, I can’t… it already hurts so much, I can’t listen to you lie to me.”

“Does it feel like I’m lying, dearest?” It doesn’t. It really doesn’t. Slowly, he opens his eyes, meeting Roman’s worried, soft… loving… gaze. “I love you, Janus. You’re funny, and smart, and I love your sarcasm, your half awake morning bedhead, how you gesture when you’re passionate, how all your emotion lives in your eyes.” Roman murmurs, a small, warm smile on his lips as he moves his hand, stroking back a stray piece of hair. “I love you for so many miniscule reasons it would take me a thousand thousand years to list them all. I would have told you sooner, darling, but I didn’t want to pressure you, not while you were still settling in.”

“Roman…” he says weakly, he’s so flat out tired, so worn down and hollow and empty that he doesn’t even know what to say, what to feel, except this warming in his chest slowly spreading to the rest of him, making him feel lighter than he had in ages.

“come here, dearest.” Roman says, and he can’t help but collapse into Roman’s lap, letting the creative side pull him close, pressing his head against Roman’s chest, more tears slipping out as he feels Roman gently stroking his back, cradling his head, murmuring soft assurances and words of gentle warmth, and repeated, wonderful, ‘I love you’s’ that ring true every time, and all he can do is keep clinging to Roman, praying he doesn’t wake up from this dream.

Then Roman tilts his chin up, his pulse jumping at the touch, then Roman’s lips are on his and he melts at the explosion of warmth and color and light sparking in his mind, and he’s pressing forwards, desperate, and Roman is soft and warm and perfect and it’s everything, it’s everything he’s wanted for so, so long now.

When they finally break apart, he’s breathless and flushed and the broken emptiness is almost gone, almost fully replaced with hope and love and light, and he laughs as Roman sweeps him off his feet, holding him bridal style as he showers his face in small kisses, each one making him flush redder and redder, until he yawns, despite himself.

“Oh, I’m sorry, are my affections boring you, pretty little liar?” Roman teases, and he grins, nuzzling against Roman’s chest, letting out a soft breath that seems to untie the last lingering knot in his chest.

“Obviously. What a trial.” He mumbles, feeling Roman stroking his hair again, realizing his eyes have slipped closed.

“When did you last sleep, mi amor?” He shrugs, he doesn’t know, honestly, and now that Roman is holding him, it’s the only thing his body wants, it takes everything in him not to just fall asleep now. “alright. Let’s get you to bed then. We can talk more in the morning.”

“stay. Please.” He asks, nearly begs, eyes flying wide with sudden fear, suddenly sure that if Roman walks out the door, he’ll wake to find he was dreaming, because there’s no way this is real, no way Roman loves him.

“of course, little hisser. I wouldn’t dream of leaving my beloved alone and unprotected from any foul nightmares that may come his way.” Roman soothes, sliding into bed with him still in his arms, immediately spooning gently around him, and he shifts closer, closing the little space there was left between them, until their legs are entangled and his forehead is resting in the crook of Roman’s shoulder, and Roman’s arms are around him, and he’s still holding tight to Roman’s shirt, feeling him exhale against his cheek.

“I love you, lovely. Now get some rest.” And finally, he does.

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