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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years

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Halloween Decorations

Relationship: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Warnings: N/A, just fluff! Summary: After you and Natasha buy your first house, you go a little crazy decorating it for Halloween but your girlfriend is a bit hesitant about it. A/N: early Halloween one shot?! I’m sorry I can’t help myself! I love autumn and this is just a short and sweet thing :) and i love domestic WLW fics im sorry djfalkdjfs

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You nearly couldn’t believe it when you and Natasha had finally closed on a house. It was something so monumental that had felt light-years away. You two had been through so much with her Avengers work and your job as a nurse, something as peaceful and quaint as a home seemed ridiculous.

But apparently it wasn’t. The home was your reality. Life in the suburbs was your reality. And you were absolutely obsessed.

You and Natasha hadn’t had many items when it came to actually moving in. Natasha was naturally a minimalist having been on the move constantly in her life while you were coming from a studio apartment. You had practically been forced to downsize upon leaving your parents’ home but that all could change.

You could shop and decorate to your heart’s content — and Natasha’s as well, even though she didn’t seem very interested. It had taken you days to convince her to go couch shopping with you and when that task alone proved to be annoying you didn’t inquire much from her about the rest of the furniture. She just accepted it all, never complaining or batting much of an eye. It had annoyed you a bit that your girlfriend didn’t appear to be interested in the making of the home but you slowly realized this was just out of her wheelhouse. She wasn’t uninterested as so much as she didn’t know how to respond. A milestone like this was probably something she never thought about and you accepted that, taking it step-by-step.

So, for that obvious reason, you took on the rest of the decorating. From plants to bins to throw pillows, the shell of a house was slowly becoming a home. A real place for you and Nat to start a life.

One of the things you had been most looking forward to upon having a home was the holidays. Not only were you excited to host Thanksgiving or Christmas, but you were also excited to decorate for it all. Your decoration needs hadn’t been fulfilled with just some hand towels and motivational quotes. You wanted to dive into the holidays, really get the whole house in the mood.

When you had brought this up with Natasha, as expected, she didn’t match your enthusiasm.

"Halloween? You’re making a list for Halloween decorations?"

You had nodded, jotting down a reminder to get some fake skeletons and spider rings.

"We have to decorate for Halloween," you had explained. "If we don’t we won’t get any trick-or-treaters."

Natasha had sighed, sitting across from you at the kitchen table. "It’s just… Haven’t you already spent the past few months decorating this place? Don’t you want a break? We could skip one Halloween."

You had gasped, waving your hand in dismissal. "That’s insane. Of course, we have to decorate. It’s one of the coolest holidays to decorate for!"

Despite your attempt at persuasion, Natasha hadn’t been convinced, just shaking her head as she sipped her coffee, eyeing you over the mug. You had gotten quite used to your girlfriend’s pessimism towards little things here and there. She was a guarded person, one night to enjoy something and who knew what could happen? But you felt she’d come around at some point. She couldn’t sit in a house full of hanging fake ghosts and tiny pumpkins and not be a little pleased.

You spent nearly your entire Saturday shopping for decorations. You lugged in the bags carefully, surprising Natasha who was sitting at the kitchen counter doing some paperwork.

She eyed the items are you placed them on the counter beside her laptop. "Did you buy up the entire store?"

You chuckled. "Just about! And this is only the indoor stuff. I have outdoor decorations in the garage already."

Natasha’s eyes grew wide at that. "Really, honey? Don’t you think maybe it’s a bit…much?"

You waved a hand in dismissal. "Absolutely not. It’s going to make our home all festive and cozy."

"Okay," your girlfriend shrugged as she turned back to her work. You took that chance to get started on the decorating. You began pulling out some window clings you had found. You had quite the variety: blood splatters, ghosts, witches, everything to slap up on your windows for anyone passing by to see.

Once the windows were done, you moved onto the lights. You had found some cute little skeleton hanging lights to decorate with around the windows. Then there were the orange and purple ones you began stringing up around the living room. You could feel Natasha eyeing you curiously as you went but you ignored her, happily humming away decorating the space.

After the lights came the nick-knacks and wall decor. You had found the cutest little arrangement of ghosts to put around on random shelves in the home. They would peek out from behind little photos and vases. You thought one would look really nice on the big bookshelf you had bought for the place but as you began putting it up there you realized you were slightly too short. You frowned and went to go hunt for a chair when you saw Natasha standing in the doorway, holding out a stool for you.

You shuffled over to her, looking at the little stool she brought.

"Need some help?" She asked, a bit shyly. You grinned.

"Are you asking if you can put up Halloween decorations?"

Natasha scoffed as if that wasn't exactly what she was asking. "N-No," she insisted. "I was just seeing if you need some help with that one. And-And maybe you'll need a stool for hanging those signs you brought." She tried to casually motion over to the bag of decorative wall signs you had bought. The one staring at you two said: "Broom Parking" which you just thought was the funniest. You couldn't help the smile forming on your face now.

"It's okay if you'd like to help decorate for Halloween, Natasha," you said, taking the stool from her and made your back to the bookshelf. Your girlfriend let out a sigh and followed you. She became your little spotter as you climbed up to put the last of the ceramic ghosts up.

"I was just watching you put everything up and... and you shouldn't have to do it alone," Natasha said. She held out her hand to help you down. You accepted. "This is our home and it should be decorated. Especially for Halloween."

Your heart swelled with such pride hearing her say that. You just about started crying which you knew was going to make Natasha scoff at so you hid it by throwing your arms around her. She jumped a bit at the action but eventually, her arms made their way around your waist.

"Thank you," you mumbled into her neck.

Natasha chuckled. "I didn't do anything."

You pulled away and brought one hand up to her face. Your girlfriend looked quite confused but you ignored it and said, "You're trying. You're trying to get comfortable here and let down your guard. It's okay, you know. You can do it. We can have this home, we deserve it."

Natasha gave a small smile. "Okay, babe." That was all she said but it was enough. You hadn't expected more and you knew she probably was not feeling this sappy moment so you pressed a light kiss to her cheek then headed back towards the Halloween decorations. You pulled out the faux-wood sign declaring a spot for witches to park their brooms.

"Now," you turned towards your girlfriend, "do we hang this in the living room?"

She shook her head. "We should hang it by the shoe rack."

You let out a loud laugh. "I knew you had a knack for decorating."

Your girlfriend blushed as she began pulling out some of the temporary hooks you had bought to hang the signs. "Just don't tell anyone."

"I make no promises," you smirked. "I'm gonna tell the team you want to redecorate the compound."

Natasha opened her mouth to protest but then abruptly stopped. She seemed to be considering it for a second. "Actually, do it. I think I have a few ideas." She wore a devious smirk that made you not even want to ask what was going through that big brain of hers.

You shook your head. "You're such trouble."

"Hmm," Natasha hummed as she stuck the little plastic hook to the wall. "But you love me."

The sign was placed perfectly on the wall, right above where you threw your shoes next to the door. You turned to your girlfriend and threw an arm around her. She leaned into you, letting out a content sigh.

"That I do," you mumbled. "I really do."

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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haunted.

| bucky x reader | fluff |

Bucky is new to town and feeling lonely when the townies are unfriendly. Until you show up at his door. soft, sweet bucky fluff to make you feel good! 🥺 🥰

cw: vague mentions of murder. because there’s a haunted house. but it’s not scary!

a/n: I love “we have always lived in the castle” and this is loosely inspired by that film

Bucky felt like everyone stared at him. He didn’t anticipate moving to the small town and being the object of attention for it. He definitely didn’t expect some people to be overtly rude to him, or stare at him like he was a creature when he walked by.

He could’ve sworn he heard the word “haunted” whispered by a group of people when he was buying paint at the small hardware store in town. Bucky turned to stare back, but they quickly hurried away under his confused silver gaze.

His opportunities to make friends seemed grim, and he found himself spending most of his time renovating the old fixer-upper he bought. He was beginning to wonder if moving here, away from his home was a good decision. It was lonely, and he felt like he’d made a mistake.

About a week after he moved in, the weather was particularly nice, and he decided to start tackling the garden while the weather permitted. He was working outside when he saw you.

“Hello!” You called, walking up to the gate of the fence he was painting.

“Hi,” Bucky grinned, setting down his paintbrush and greeting you.

“I’m Y/N. I live next door, I’m sorry I haven’t been over to introduce myself yet.”

“I’m James Buchanan Barnes, but everyone just calls me Bucky. You’re actually the first person to properly speak to me. People in town... don’t seem fond of my arrival.” He struggled with the right way to phrase it, but you just smiled, shaking your head.

“It’s because of the house.” You explained.

“The house?” Bucky turned to the beautiful old victorian house he had moved into.

“Yeah. People in town are convinced it’s haunted. There was a murder here, a decade or so ago. The murderer is in jail now, and the house is completely fine, and safe. But the old people here are paranoid and superstitious. I’m sorry they’ve been unfriendly. They all claim it’s haunted,” you frowned, feeling sympathetic toward your new neighbor.

He was sweet and friendly, and also incredibly handsome. You had come over to invite him for dinner, but had gotten distracted by his confusion about the unwelcoming town. Then, you found yourself staring at him. He wore a bright yellow shirt, standing out against the lush green of the garden.

“It’s alright. I suppose I’ll have to prove I’m not a ghost,” he laughed.

“I believe you. You are too kind to be a ghost. I came over actually to invite you for dinner. I thought you might be lonely.”

His bright smile made warmth spread in your chest, and butterflies flutter in your tummy.

“I’d love to, Y/N.”

He watched you blush, giggling with excitement. You rattled off a time before running off, the breeze ruffling your hair and skirt as you crossed the yard back to your house. You waved at him and he smiled, waving back.

Bucky looked forward to spending time with you later. The sound of your laugh and the sweetness of your smile echoed in his mind as he continued with the fence.

He cleaned up as the sun started to set, and he gathered daisies from the garden, wanting to make a good impression on you, and thank you for your hospitality.

Bucky knocked on your door, and you swung it open with a smile. The scent of coffee and the food you were cooking filled his sense.

“I brought these for you!” Bucky held up the flowers. You bit your lip with a blush, taking them from his hands.

“Thank you, come in.”

You stepped aside, letting him into your bright kitchen, putting the flowers into a jar on the table.

“Have a seat. Can I get you some coffee or tea while I finish?”

“Coffee, please. I can help you,” Bucky offered, and you shook your head.

“I’ve got it. I’m almost done,” you said as you poured him a cup of coffee.

“What brings you here, Bucky?”

“I was just looking to get out of New York City, to something more quiet. I wanted to renovate a house, too. This seemed perfect.”

“I’m glad. It’ll be good to see the house alive again. You’re not so bad either,” you teased lightly, making him grin.

You set down dishes of food before taking a seat beside him, chattering long into the evening. You learned that he was from Brooklyn, and that he loved New York style pizza. He was also fond of classic novels and big band music, and loved the color yellow.

You took coffee to your back porch swing, sitting with him and gently rocking in the dusk, continuing your conversation until the stars were glittering in the sky.

The doorbells chimed in the shop you worked at. You stepped out from the back, smiling at Bucky.

“Hi!” You grinned, happy to see him.

“Y/N. I didn’t know you worked here.”

“What can I get for you?”

“Knobs for a dresser. There was one in the house, I’m refurbishing it.”

“Certainly. What color have you painted it?”

“Just white, I didn’t know what else to do. It needs something.”

“If... If you wanted, I could give it some detailing. I paint.” You offered shyly.

“I’d love that.”

“They’re on the house.” You smiled, handing him the knobs he asked for.

You were kneeling in the sunroom of Bucky’s home. A record was softly spinning in the corner, and a gentle breeze blew through the open windows. Bucky brought a cup of tea to you, setting it down beside you.

“Thanks,” you smiled, reaching up and gently squeezing his hand before going back to painting delicate flowers on the dresser. He hummed along to the old song scratching on the record, and you smiled as he sipped on his tea, taking a break from painting the walls of the sunroom a pale sage green.

Your hand stilled as you watched him. You stared at Bucky, he was too perfect for you not to.

Despite the rumors of the house being haunted, and a curse placed over those who resided there, you found yourself at peace with Bucky in his home. It was bright and inviting, just like him.

Every hour spent with him had you falling more hopelessly in love with him.

You kept Bucky awake at night. He would stare up at the ceiling, thoughts of you filling his mind and his heart. You were so tender and warm, your presence alone was a comfort to him. You made him laugh, and you made joy flood his life.

Bucky was catastrophically in love with you.

“I’ve brought you a book. It’s my favorite, and I didn’t see it in your library,” you said, walking into his home that you’d been spending weeks helping him paint and redecorate.

He walked around the corner of the hall, taking the well-loved copy from your hand. A soft smile crossed his face when he saw your little notes in the margins of passages you loved.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, and yours found their way around his neck. You breathed him in, feeling safe and warm in his hug. You were sad when the long hug finally broke, Bucky looking up at the clock on the wall.

“Can you stay for tea?” Bucky asked, fiddling with the hem of his yellow shirt you loved.

“Of course.”

The two of you curled up on the porch swing with your tea, enjoying the warm weather.

“I was thinking about planting pumpkins in the garden for autumn.”

“You should. I have a pumpkin soup recipe, I can teach you,” you suggested, and he smiled softly.

“I’d love that.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, settling as his arm wrapped around your body. You watched the housecat run across the grass before hopping on the porch below you. His hand gently rubbed small circles where it rested on your leg, and the two of you rocked gently.

Music played faintly from inside as always. Bucky always had a record spinning or a playlist drifting out through hidden speakers. You found the habit endearing, like most little things about him.

He had what seemed to be hundreds of tea bags, always having tea and offering it to you. You noticed that teas you mentioned you enjoyed started showing up in his collection for you when you were over. Books were stacked on nearly every surface, and filled shelves throughout the house.

You giggled, getting some flour on Bucky’s nose while the two of you were baking cookies in his kitchen. You gasped and squealed when he knocked flour all over your shirt, covering you in the white powder.

“Bucky!” You giggled at the mess.

“It wasn’t me, it was the ghost,” he teased with an adorable grin. You shook your head at him and he got one of his clean t-shirts for you to change into, tossing your ruined one in with his laundry.

The fabric of his was soft and smelled like him. You hugged it to your body, smiling as your heart raced. You went back downstairs to finish baking, Bucky promising you he was going to behave.

“Taste this, tell me if it’s good,” he laughed, holding out a spoon of the melted chocolate to you. You opened your mouth so he could feed it to you, and chocolate smeared over your lips as he pulled the spoon out.

You nodded in delight, and an amused smile crossed his face.

“You’ve got a little on your face, doll,” he laughed and you blushed.

Your breath caught as he leaned forward and kissed you, tasting the chocolate on your lips. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, your heart bursting.

“Was that the ghost too?” you giggled shyly.

“No, that was all me,” Bucky promised before kissing you again.

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parkersroses · 4 years

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sunflowers. | harry styles.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader (dad!harry, husband!harry)

summary: harry is very much in love with his little family.

word count: 2724 words

warning(s): a sprinkle of sexual mentions and a whole lot of fluff

disclaimer: gif is not mine.

author’s note: hey there. been a while. i missed writing here and the reason i haven’t been doing that is because i was focused on finishing school. of course now, i still am busy with school, having to start my degree. but i miss writing so i thought i’d make this little piece here. it’s my first harry styles fic! quite exciting and nerve-wrecking for me. but as always, leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed this, also constructive comments do help me to improve my writing and i do want to be better at it. and reblog (!) it really helps writers out in creating content for you so pls do so if you like it. all the love x

She pushes her cart down the aisle as she browses through the shelves of delicious snacks. She already has picked out a bunch of biscuits and juice boxes when her phone rings, making her jump a bit. She takes out her phone and smiles as the screen showcases the contact name ‘lovie’ with a picture of her husband. She accepts the call as she continues to stroll down the aisle.

“Hi, lovie!” she answers happily. “Hello, darling. Hope everything’s alright there,” Harry answers back. She giggles as she stops by the fruits and vegetables section. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that since you’re the one that’s looking after the house?” She questions about Harry’s intention of calling her. He chuckles through the phone. “Pfft, don’t be silly, love. I got everything under control here,” He says. She imagines how he is probably pouting a bit on the other side of the phone as she playfully rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, hun. Now, what do you need?” She asks, figuring that Harry has some last minute additions to the grocery. Harry hums and thinks as Y/N picks out some fresh salads. “Could maybe buy more bread for us?” He asks, which confuses Y/N as she thought she has already bought bread for them.

“Harry, didn’t I already buy those, like, two those days ago?” She questions as she starts picking out some fruits. She picks out two packets of strawberries and grapes each and one honeydew melon. She feels as though Harry is hesitating to answer back through the phone. “Yeah, but.. I got hungry so I finished most of them,” He says as though he is embarrassed by admitting this to his wife. Y/N only giggles at this information.

“You and your bread. Any kind that you fancy this time?” She asks as she makes her way to the wet area of the supermarket. “Just the usual ones. Oh, and the whole wheat bread if there’s any,” He requests. Y/N hears the sound of cutleries clanking in the background, though she brushes it off, thinking it is just Harry cleaning the kitchen. “Alright. I’ll see you guys at home, yeah? I’m nearly done here,”

“Of course, darling. Bubs and I will be waiting,” he says, and Y/N smiles at the thought of her little family at home. The couple say their goodbyes and hang up. Y/N makes a note to herself to get some bread after picking out some salmon before checking herself out of the supermarket.

After over a year of marriage, the both of them decided to start a family of their own. It excited her to think about Harry with their own child, knowing very well how good he is with children in general. They were both overjoyed by the news that they will be expecting a baby girl, more so of Harry than herself. He was ecstatic to be a father throughout the pregnancy journey. Even on the occasional dates they would go on, he would always make sure they picked some of the most private areas, paparazzi and fans-free. It was an important time for them and they wanted to keep things on the low most times.

Now, their baby girl Rosie is six months old and is just the purest ball of sunshine and happiness. Harry and Y/N swore that their hearts grew ten times bigger upon first laying their eyes on her baby. Of course after she was born, it was tiring enough for them to handle a baby as they were new to being parents. Though, they managed to get the hang of it after some sleepless nights and cleaning up baby vomit.

All of that which leads up to this moment where Y/N is buying some groceries for the family. Harry suggested they should take little Rosie out for a picnic. Although it was rather difficult to go outside without them getting papped and stalked, they luckily had a backyard that was big enough to have their little picnic together. It was all fenced up with a couple of flowers planted. It was ideally the perfect place to relax and have some family gatherings.

Y/N quickly gets home in time for dinner, not before buying some Chinese food for her and Harry. She unlocks the door and quickly rushes by the living room and into the kitchen to put the heavy bags of groceries down. Harry, who had been folding the laundry and entertaining his daughter, notices his wife and calls out to her. “Hi, honey!” Baby Rosie, who has been laying on a plush little blanket, perks her head up and excitedly babbles after her father’s voice. “Hey, lovie! Give me a minute to put these away!” Y/N yells back at him.

Harry hums and puts away the last of the clean laundry in a basket before laying on his side next to Rosie. He lets his baby grab a hold of his large hand. He watches as Rosie puts his tiny little hand on the center of his palms, smiling widely as she looks at him and babbles about in baby language. It’s not long until Y/N comes in with a bag of Chinese food and some baby food. “C’mon, let’s eat, my loves,” She gently says as she sets the food down on the coffee table. Rosie holds out her arms to her mother; much to her delight, Y/N carries her up and sets her down on her lap.

Y/N multitasks eating her dinner and feeding Rosie throughout dinner time. The faint sounds of a Fleetwood Mac album playing on the vinyl player filling the background. “So, what’s on the menu for tomorrow’s picnic?” He says as takes a bite off his spring roll. Y/N shrugs and wipes the excess baby food off Rosie’s mouth. “Don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll make those smoked salmon sandwiches that you like.”

Harry playfully moans in delight. “You mean, those sandwiches you make are award-winning, darling,” he says, which makes Y/N giggles at her silly husband. “Well, I hope they are, Mr. Styles. Would be shameful if the salmon I bought just went to waste.” Little Rosie eventually finishes her food and decides to play around with her mother’s hair. She stares and strokes on Y/N’s hair, gently tucking it at times. The couple smiles widely at the sight of their daughter. “You doing alright, bubs?” Rosie merely stares at her parents with her big green eyes, not understanding their question. It still amazes Y/N how much of Harry’s features Rosie inherited. “Surely you weren’t a handful with your daddy this evening, were you?” Y/N playfully questions.

Harry chuckles and takes Rosie out of Y/N’s arms. “No, she wasn’t. However, she wasn’t helpful in helping daddy with the laundry, were you princess?” He says as he lifts his baby girl above both of the couple’s heads, eliciting the sweetest laugh from Rosie. He does this a few more times until he stops since he didn’t want her to get dizzy and throw up.

It was a very domestic moment for them. Just the three of them, having dinner, smiles and laughter all around. It is moments like this where Harry prefers the simplicity of life, in the comfort of his little family. “Think it’s time for someone to go to dreamland, don’t ya think?” Y/N says as she caresses Rosie’s soft cheeks with her finger, Rosie obviously showing her tiredness with her droopy eyes. Harry nods in agreement, already packing up to empty food boxes to throw away.

“You wanna go up first, love? Nurse Rosie a bit. I’ll clean this up quickly.” Y/N insists on helping out Harry after he’s taken care of the house while she went to buy groceries. Though, Harry insists back on helping to clean, saying it’s no big deal. Without much of an argument, Y/N lifts up Rosie from his arms and heads up, not before giving Harry a loving kiss of appreciation.

After nursing her, Rosie quickly falls asleep in her mother’s arms, lulling to the faint sounds of her heartbeat as she rests her little head on her chest. Harry soon joins in the room and he stops to admire the sight he has become all too familiar with. Just the sight of the woman he loves, carrying and rocking their baby daughter to sleep, a feeling of warmth and peace fills his entire heart. Sometimes, he can’t believe how lucky he was to have ended up in this position and he always thanks the universe for blessing him a family that he loves with his entire soul.

Rosie gets tucked in her cot, a soft purple blanket covering her. Harry and Y/N go back into their room soon after. Harry lays on his bed with his eyes closed, humming a random tune while Y/N picks out her nightwear, which turns out to only be one of Harry’s T-shirts and underwear. “Can you believe she’s six months old now?” Harry asks out of the blue. Y/N turns around and stands between his legs. He sits up and gently pulls Y/N in by the waist. She runs her hands through his curls, he sighs in delight of the feeling. “Time flies, huh?”

“Soon she’s gonna start walkin’, runnin’, she’ll become quite the troublemaker,” he jokes and pouts at Y/N. She chuckles at his silliness. “It’s nothing we can’t handle, right?” She smiles at him lovingly as she strokes his cheeks. Harry smiles back and puts his head on her stomach, giving it a light kiss through the dress she’s wearing.

“Thank you. I feel like I haven’t said that enough,” he mumbles against her stomach. She looks down at him with a confused expression. “You carried her for a whole nine months and went through so much to deliver her to us. So, thank you. And I love you, darling. I’m so lucky.”

Y/N feels her breath hitched at his confession and she smiles at him. She leans down and kisses him hard. Sometimes, she thinks that she is the lucky one. She managed to find someone who loves and support her unconditionally, even through the late night snacks she had while pregnant with little Rosie. Harry doesn’t hesitate to kiss back and pulls her closer to him. She feels his tongue swipe across her bottom lip, asking for entrance. And who is she to deny making out with her incredibly talented and beautiful husband as she opens her mouth, making the kiss more passionate. Harry hears a soft moan from her and swears he feels shivers running up his spine.

They break away after feeling the oxygen running out of their lungs and lay their foreheads against each other’s, breathing heavily. “I love you, too,” she breathes out. They both smile widely at each other, feeling like teenagers in love. She pecks his lips one last time before pulling away from him. She starts undressing as she makes her way to the ensuite bathroom, Harry watching her every move as his mouth gapes open slightly.

God, my wife is so fucking beautiful, he thinks to himself. He continues to admire Y/N as she undresses until she’s fully nude. He gulps as he feels the blood rushing towards his lower region.

Harry’s cut out from his thoughts as a piece of fabric flungs to his face. He grabs it from his face and he chokes on his saliva upon seeing Y/N laced lavender-coloured underwear. He looks up to his wife leaning against the bathroom door, every inch of her on display for him and him only.

“Mind joining me for a shower, baby?” she smirks as she quickly heads in the shower.

When he hears the shower turn on, Harry jumps up from the bed and quickly takes off his clothes, tripping on his sweatpants on his way to join his wife in the shower.

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Rosie giggles loudly and she reaches out for the blue butterfly in front of her. Y/N smiles at this soft moment and holds up her digital camera to take a picture. The sky was a nice shade of blue and clouds looked like cotton candy hanging above. The flowers in the garden were blooming and Harry managed to pick out two sunflowers for his sunflowers. It seemed like the perfect day.

Harry comes out with a bowl of freshly washed strawberries and grapes. He sits down next Y/N on the blanket they laid out, giving a soft kiss on her forehead, before looking over at his daughter. “What’s that, bub?” he asks Rosie in a seemingly excited voice. Rosie squeals and babbles to her father as she points out to the blue butterfly fluttering in front of her.

“That’s right, bubs! That's a butterfly!” Harry picks her up and puts her on his lap. Y/N is already munching away on the strawberries. Harry opens his mouth to her, implying that he wants to be fed with the red fruits, Y/N rolls her eyes at his silliness but complies as she puts it in his mouth, plucking out the stem. As she does this, little Rosie looks at the exchange and opens her mouth wide, copying Harry. The couple merely laughed at the little girl’s behaviour.

“You want a strawberry, Rosie?” Y/N smiles as picks one out, she bites lightly on the tip of it so Rosie could have the smallest bite of the fruit. Rosie whines and reaches out for the tiny piece. “Calm down, you bugger. Might wanna say ‘please’ to mommy first, yea?” Harry says to her gently as he rubs her back.

Of course, Rosie wouldn’t know how to say any words at all yet, so she babbles in her baby language and whines to be fed. “Think that might be ‘please’, love,” he says jokingly to his Y/N.

“Well, who am I to say no to the cutest girl ever?” She jokes back and puts the tiny piece of strawberry in Rosie’s mouth, her mouth slightly stained from the juices. Harry wipes it off with a napkin and leans back on his arms, admiring the beautiful day outside. He takes in the clean summer air as he listens to his daughter babbling about to her mother, Y/N merely nods back as if she understands and talks in the most gentle voice to her.

Harry sees Rosie picking up the large sunflower he picked out, her little fingers brushing against the yellow petals. He takes a look at Y/N and as he sees her smile, he thinks back about how lucky he is to have them two. There is not a day where Harry was never in awe of the love and passion Y/N gives to the family and he thinks of how he couldn’t possibly love his Rosie more every day.

He breaks off the other sunflower from its stem and tucks it behind Y/N’s ear. She looks up and blushes at the gesture. “You okay, H?” she asks.

Harry nods and smiles at her. “I just really love you,” he says as he cups Y/N’s cheek, stroking it gently.

Y/N feels the heat rising up to her cheeks. There is not a day where she’ll ever stop being in love with the man in front of her. She holds the hand that’s resting on her cheek and kisses it softly. “I really love you too,”

She leans forward and gives him a kiss or two. They both smile widely at each other, radiating the same amount of love, if not more, that they have for each other. Rosie squeals and claps her chubby hands together as she watches the sweet exchange between her parents. They both laugh at her cuteness. “And we love you too, my little love!” Y/N exclaims to her as she cups her cheeks and plants many kisses all over her face, making Rosie squeal in delight. Harry laughs and smiles at the sight.

Life certainly feels good to him. Surrounded by the loves of his life, there’s no place or moment Harry would exchange this beautiful day with them.

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blu-joons · 3 years

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A Bouquet For You ~ Jeon Jungkook

The smell of fresh flowers was always something you adored. The bright colours that greeted you as you walked into the florist, hand in hand with Jungkook, couldn’t help but bring a wide smile to your face as you looked around.

“There’s so many,” Jungkook chuckled, taking a look around at the many shelves. “I don’t even know where to start, all I know is that these have to be perfect for my mum.”

“We’ll come up with something,” you assured him, letting go of his hand so you begin to look through the flowers, “women like any flowers really Kook, you can’t go wrong.”

His head nodded, following behind you, “what sort of things do you reckon, as long you think they’ll make her happy, then I’ll follow you.”

You began to pick out a few white flowers to begin to build around, checking with Jungkook each time. His head could only nod, or his shoulders shrug, not really too sure what he was supposed to be looking out for.

“Is there any ones that you like that we can try and add to the bouquet?”

“Maybe a few roses, I know how much she likes those,” Jungkook suggested, pointing to a large container of roses at the back of the store.

“Roses are perfect,” you mused, much to his relief. “They’re my favourite type of flower, so I’m sure that your mum will absolutely love them.”

His head nodded, raising his eyebrows in surprise at what you said. “Make sure you put a lot into the bouquets in that case, the more the better.”

“It’ll cost you a fortune if you put too many in, flowers aren’t cheap Jungkook.”

He placed his hand into the small of your back to keep you moving, stopping you from worrying at all about the price. He made sure to take a step back and watch on with a smile as you went around, bringing plenty of flowers under your nose to smell before placing them into the bouquet you held.

“I heard that lilies are quite popular, what do you reckon?” He suddenly asked.

“We should add some that you like into it too.”

His smile grew as he continued to see the excitement on your face, holding onto plenty of stems as you continued to rearrange the flowers perfectly.

“I hope your mum likes these,” you smiled, “she’s always been so good to me, it’s nice to be able to do something in return.”

As much as he wanted to tell you the real reason that he took you to the store, he just couldn’t. As much as he hated using his mum as an excuse, Jungkook knew if he suggested that the two of you go to the florist so he could buy flowers for you, you’d never let him do it and make sure he put his wallet away.

He paid close attention to all of the flowers you mentioned particularly, making a note in his head for the next time he wanted to surprise you with something.

“Maybe we could add a couple of tulips, it’s getting to the time of year they look perfect, I’m pretty sure I saw some at her house too the last time we were there.”

“She does have tulips quite a lot,” Jungkook acknowledged.

“I think we might be done after that; we don’t want to buy too many so that she can’t fit them in the vase,” you wisely thought out, “too many can be a bit chaotic.”

Once you’d added the final few pieces, Jungkook took the bouquet from you and made his way to the checkout. Just hearing the price made you flinch, but you knew if anyone was worth that money, it was definitely going to be his mother.

“Let’s go,” Jungkook grinned once everything was paid for, taking your hand and leading you out of the store. “These look beautiful, you really do have a good eye for things like this, they look absolutely perfect.”

“I had to do my best for your mother.”

Once the two of you were back in the car, you carefully placed the bouquet in between your legs to keep it safe on the way to his mothers. But, as you began to reach the main road, you quickly figured that you weren’t going in the direction of her home at all.

When you pulled back up outside of Jungkook’s apartment, your eyes glanced across at him in confusion, pointing to the bouquet that you held tightly.

“We’ve brought it to where it needs to be, let’s go inside.”

You fumbled around to unlock your seat belt, anxiously carrying the bouquet into Jungkook’s home. You watched on as he reached up into the cupboard and pulled out a vase, placing it on the dining table.

“Make sure you put plenty of water in,” he smirked, “the flowers are yours after all.”

Your eyes widened, placing the bouquet down. “But you said that we were going flower shopping for your mum, she can’t see them here.”

“It was a lie,” he smiled, walking around the table and resting his hands against your hip. “I wanted to take you out and treat you because I know how much you love flowers, but I needed an excuse to be able to get you out.”

I can’t believe that you’ve done this to me.”

Your head shook, pressing your hands to his cheek, leaving a soft kiss against his lips as his hands moved up to run through your hair gently.

“You deserve something beautiful, and I’ve heard you talk about flowers for so long. I knew you’d say no if I said that we were going just for you.”

Your head nodded, smirking at how well Jungkook had come to know you. “I feel like I should be annoyed that you lied to me, but I can’t be. This is so sweet of you Kook; you really can be such a sweetheart sometimes.”

“I had to find the perfect thing to do to show you how appreciative I am to have had you around recently whilst work has been so tough. And now every morning when you come down the stairs, these will be here to greet you.”

“They make the room look beautiful,” you smiled, “I can’t wait to wake up in the morning and be greeted by the smell of fresh flowers.”

“Only the best for you,” he hummed, pressing a kiss against the top of your head sweetly. “And now I know exactly what you like, I can go by myself next time and buy plenty of bouquets of roses to make you smile.”

Your head shook, nudging against his hip gently, but you knew Jungkook would always go ahead and do it anyway.

“How I ever got so lucky to have someone as kind as you, I’ll never know,” you chuckled, tilting your head back to stare up at him.

His hand brushed delicately over your cheek, “I’m the one who should be thanking my lucky stars for being introduced to you. A bouquet of flowers doesn’t even begin to show you just how grateful I am to have you.”

“It’s a bit of a shame really, your mum would have loved them.”

“I can take them to her if you want,” he teased.

“No,” you chuckled, “these are staying here with me. I want to be able to look at them forever.”

“I don’t think plants last forever jagi,” he smirked.

“I’ll find a way.”

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sadlysoulx · 3 years

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HAIKYUU CHARACTERS GOING TO IKEA

Part 2 (w/ Hinata, Kageyama, Sakusa, Oikawa, Ushijima and Tendou)

I really really like the idea of haikyuu boys going to Ikea, the part 1 is on my account so pls feel free to read it. As u can see. . . Double post😏😏😏 I want to spoil y'all coz ur my bbs😌✨ please enjoy ❤️ THANK YOU FOR 49 FOLLOWERS 😭💓✨

Hinata

Please this ball of sunshine's never been excited to go to a furniture shop

He likes it because he loves picking up mysterious tools.

GURLLL, THE MOMMENT YOU STEPPED IN IKEA HE GOT LOST😭

You got so nervous coz you can't find your boyfriend in the sea of people.

That is until the speakers blared out, saying:

"L/N Y/N, please come to the office, your child has been found,"

And you were like: wait I have a child???👀👄👀

But then you figured it's probably Hinata

So you went in the office to see Hinata pretending to crying his eyes out

And then when he looked up, he said to the staff:

"yeah. . . That's my mom,"

You:👁️👄👁️

Employees:👁️ᴗ👁️

Hinata: 👁️〰️👁️

After that, you made sure Hinata doesn't leave your sight.

He sat in that cart where your supposed to hang the yellow ikea bag.

Hinata likes to point to things you don't need and tries to convince you to buy them.

"Y/N. . . Please! Look it's so cool, you just have to spin this and then your pencil would be sharpened!"

"Ooooooh! Y/N we need to get that folding table!"

"WOW! Y/N, Y/N, babe! Look at that sofa that can turn into a bed, let's have one!"

But ofcourse you didn't buy them🙅

After buying things you need, you went to the Ikea food court to have lunch.

This baby likes the kiddie meal where you are given a colored plate filled with nuggets and french fries.

Please, Kuroo and Bokuto had a huge influence on him since they also like kiddie meals.💀

He also likes the Ikea meatballs<3

But then after that, he convinced you to let him go to the Ikea Kid playground.

Since he's a small baby, the Ikea staff let him in😭😭😭

(pretend there's no height limit)

Your watched through the window outside as he played.

He settled in the pool of plastic balls playing with other kids.

And then he went up climbing the big dust pan with those ropes and surrounded by plastic balls😖

He watched cartoons with other kids❤️

But then he immediately went out because he made a kid cry by accidentally cursing at them💀

Hinata may be a fluff ball but sometimes Tsukishima is a bad influence for him 🤦🏻‍♀️

Kageyama

ಠ_ಠ expression always on

When you wanted to show him something and ask if it's nice, he would nod and just be like: ಠ_ಠ

Seriously, when you show him a kitchen knife, he would nod and say:

"It's nice you should buy it,"💀

When you show him a useless kitchen tool, he would nod and say to buy it.

Help this boi✋🏻😭

He doesn't know how to shop😭

Buuuuut when it comes or the bedroom area, he would sit on it and lay down.

Kageyama would drag you on the bed and make you lay down beside him, not caring if people gave you weird looks❤️

He keeps on insisting to get a new matress because the one he's laying on is soft.

And then he mentioned how you need to buy a new bedframe because the both of you broke the ones in the house.😃

BECAUSE YOU WERE JUMPING ON THE BED SEEING WHO CAN JUMP THE HIGHEST.

He was bored whenever you stop by to check something out

So he stands behind you like🕴️

And one time he accidentally made a kid cry😭

He just tried to make the baby laugh with "funny faces"

But then he ended up making them cry¯\_( ˘_˘)_/¯

You know that part of Ikea where there are really tall shelves with full of boxes?? Yeah that one

It's so adorable how he looks up at them with his chin up in the air like how a child would look up on an airplane 😖❤️

Oh yeah and he insists on buying those cute tent playhouse 🎪. 😃

He even begs on his knees for you to accept to buy it.

When you stopped to eat, he wants to push the food cart for you, he find it exciting to out on the trays of the cart😣

he always go back to the line to get another carton of milk

He came back 3 times, back and forth just to buy another milk🤦🏻‍♀️

Kageyama likes the yogurt that Ikea sells, he likes the strawberries and berries decorated on top of it.

He doesn't have his own plate of food, he wants to share with you✌️

Sakusa

He doesn't want to go

But reader-senpai is so stubborn so you insist

He didn't want to go so you finally gave up, leaving him in your shared apartment.

But then at the last minute, he said he wanna come.

Yoomi-bby doesn't want people to touch you or even ask for your number.

What's his is only his so no SHARING 😤

He always scolds you on stop picking up things on everything you see.

So every time you drop the item, he sprays your hands with alcohol

Coz he doesn't want his baby to be sick😪

But when the both of you reached the bathroom/toilet models, he literally switched.

He finds them interesting😃

Like how the bathroom models are beautifully designed.

He finds it funny when the inside of the toilet is covered with plastic, so no one would really poop or pee in it

He laughs so cute 😖❤️

He laughs for straight 2 minutes and you don't really care, he's just adorable.

Please he collects Ikea pencils 😭

He takes more when he saw another Ikea pencil and ruler stall.

And then take some random paper and draws on it out of boredom.

He drew you😞

It wasn't the best but it's cute how he tries hard.

Kiyoomi also find the chair sections interesting.

He likes the rocking chairs and said that he would get one

How could you say no?❤️

He payed for it easily and it would be delivered in the apartment this night.

💸RICH BOI 💸

When you are in the rugs and mats section, he likes touching the furry ones

"Look Y/N! it's really soft. . . Touch it,"

But then he told you to leave the area immediately because it smells weird👁️👄👁️

It came from those leather and those cow skin looking matts💀

When lunch rolls by, he likes to watch kids playing in the playground 😣

He eats fancy so don't be surprised if you see him use knife and fork so expertly and eat steak with some sauce.

He gets so excited when going home because he can finally set up the rocking chair 💀

Oikawa

He loves shopping!

I can sense it, he radiates the vibes, you can't change my mind.

He picks up everything he sees and put in the cart.

And you have to get those things from the cart and put it back because you don't need them💀

He whines about how he needs all of them

And you have to remind him that they would just stay in the storage room like how the other things ended up he brought last time.

But nuh-uh

🎶He sees it, he likes it, he want it, he got it🎶

🎶I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it🎶

"Y/N-chan, I'll buy it with my own money! You don't have to worry about it!"

You know what are the things he buys?

A whole chandelier, an emergency lamp that charges by spinning the ledge, a WHOLE cabinet, some kitchen utensils–he doesn't cook💀 and some more things. . .😐

He actually bought the whole Ikea 😭

But then he came up to you and ask if you can buy him those dog stuff toys.

He pouted for it.

You gave in and bought two stuff toys for you and him❤️

And then you remembered why he asked you to buy it for him when he had no problem to pay the expensive things he wanted.🙄

"So that it would be special, Y/N, look it came from you!"

He likes the candle section.

He specifically likes the scented ones.🕯️

Oikawa keeps picking them up and smelling them😭

He ended up adding to cart once again🤦

He made a delivery truck deliver all the things he bought to your house.

Ofcourse he would, he 💸rich💸

After that you both ate

And he just had to insist on you feeding him because he wanted to make the lonely teen across him jealous 😭😭😭 slskskjfgh

He likes the bread bowls

No he doesn't put soup in them

He just likes the bread.

You don't have to go back to Ikea for a whole year because you remembered Oikawa bought the whole store.

Ushijima

He just follows you everywhere, stoic and not saying anything 😐

When you stop to check on something he'll be like🕴️behind you

He also picks up some things that interests him😖

And if her finds something weird, he'll pick it up also and try to find out how to use it

But he ends up breaking it, so he quickly put it back and walk back to you😭

He holds your hand and look around as if he's a lost puppy ❤️

Waka-waka takes those paper rulers and roll them into a tight roll💀 please I do that everytime

He also collects those Ikea brochures and still takes another one even though you have a lot at home 😃

You know those yellow banners that hung from the ceiling with the prizes labeled on it??

Like kenma from part 1, he jumps and hits it with his fingertips aww

He's a huge baby🤭

Until he breaks it and made it fall on the floor💀

The both of you quickly run away before a staff scolds you both

Everytime other time, out of the blue, he would hug you, telling how much you mean to him😢

You know those fake windows in house models where it's actually just wallpapers lightened up from underneath??

He thrash talked about who taught about it because it didn't look too realistic 💀

He likes the kitchen section because the kitchen tools amazes him nd he cooks in the house,sooo¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ushijima points at the things he find interesting and talk about them to you

"hey. . .Y/N. . . That thing is so cool, it can turn into a bed from a sofa. . ."

ANDDDD

He also likes the outdoor/garden section.❤️

He has his mini garden and he plants succulents😩

So he puts soils and other plant materials he needed for planting like pots and shovels.

He buys you plastic flowers too💀

It's not real but hey! At least it came from someone you really really love😏

He buys you unnecessarily a lot of those too😃

buys you things you needed, anything you want, he'll buy for you. . .

He'll just take out his credit card💳

When lunch comes, he always take the fruit salad because he likes it.

He would also feed you his own food•//////•

Ushjima always likes the fish with that kind of sauce

He shares food

So take it or leave it 😤

Tendou

Baki Baki ni oreeeee~

I love this boi, I don't get why people see him as a monster😤

Oki oki, he is sooooo excited to go around ikea

He takes a lot of the Ikea magazines

"it's free! So why not take many?"

He literally skips around beside you and gets excited over small things

"Ooooooh, Y/N! A rechargable light bulb!"

"Y/N! Y/N! Come here! Look, it's a chandelier that opens and closes!!"

He is very curious about things so make sure you stir him away from the kitchen section because that's where most of the weirdest things are.

Somehow you'd still end up in the kitchen section

He saw this weird looking scissors and he doesn't know what are the other features for.

You told him to drop it because he might hurt himself.

But no, he just had to figure out what is is for💀

He ended up hurting himself from toying around a scissors that separates each leg so that it can become a knife.

Of course he did hurt himself🤦

He run up to you, whimpering

And you just have to scold him😐

One time he got so curious about what that heavy door was for and he opened it

The alarm started going off🚨💀

IT WAS AN EMERGENCY DOOR

You made sure you don't let Tendou out of your sight again

When you stopped for lunch, you let him control the food cart.

But he accidentally pushed an old lady infront of the line with it.

Don't worry Gran is fine👵

What's with Haikyuu characters always liking kiddie meals?!😭

Yeah yeah he likes them❤️

But then when you two settled down to finally eat

He screamed why is his plate color is green, he wants red😭

You told him to finish his food quickly or else you'll leave him there

So both of you finished quickly and Satori wants to go home as fast as possible because he said he has a concert in his shower💀💀💀

My hands hurts😐

Anyways thank you for staying till the end❤️

Every like, reblogs and follow is appreciated 😏

This is my work so please don't steal in any way, not even turning it into a tiktok😐

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teacupfulofstarshine · 3 years

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jet-lagged heart

summary: logan’s research in antarctica has finally finished, he has job offers from three of pretoria’s major universities, and there are three plane tickets sitting in his backpack. he’s going to south africa to be with virgil. he’s going home.

(or: a fic about the first time virgil and logan meet in person, set in @lovelylogans absolutely phenomenal sense8-inspired 2021 big bang fic)

CW: minor anxiety

wordcount: ~1.7k

pairing: romantic analogical, platonic sides

read it on ao3!

It has long become habit for Logan to wear his earpiece constantly. He can’t remember the last time he took it off other than sleeping and showering - he puts it on daily along with his glasses.

“Hello there,” a familiar voice says, a familiar weight draping around his shoulders. Logan smiles, leaning back and tipping his head against his boyfriend’s shoulder. “How are you, hmmm?”

“Excited,” Logan says. Virgil presses a kiss against his cheek, and Logan feels the uncontrollable urge to stim. One hand flaps at his side, and he can feel his cluster flapping in unison - a surge of joy from Patton, fond exasperation from Roman and Remus, mild annoyance from Janus, and nothing but lovelovelove from Virgil.

“Today is the day. When does the plane leave?”

Logan glances down at his wrist, only to realize that he isn’t wearing his watch. He blinks, and suddenly the arm in front of him is bare and tattooed with a bright blue paw-print-patterned watch on it. He blinks again, sees himself and Virgil reflected in his mirror, and quickly does some mental math. “Approximately four hours from now.”

“Did your virtual interviews go well, umthandi?”

“I have offers from three separate universities around Pretoria. Will you help me select which offer I should accept?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you, kochanek,” Logan hums, turning to nuzzle into Virgil’s stubbly cheek.

“I have your bedroom prepared in our apartment,” Virgil says. Logan turns to look up at him in confusion.

“Are we not sharing a bed?”

Virgil flushes slightly, and Logan feels him rubbing at the back of his neck. “I know that sometimes you get anxious when crowded, and sometimes you get overwhelmed by the presence of other people. I thought it would be best to prepare a place where you could retreat and rest from the world.”

Logan laughs, and he feels Patton laughing with him (even if Patton doesn’t really know what he’s laughing about.) “What?” Virgil says, and when Logan turns around he sees Virgil standing in front of a jacaranda tree in his yard, pouting.

“You do not count as people, kochanek. None of our cluster does. You haven’t for some time.” Virgil becomes even more embarrassed - Logan can feel it surge in his chest. He leans forward and gently kisses Virgil’s nose. “I appreciate your sensitivity. It’s one of the many, many things I love about you.”

Virgil presses a hand to Logan’s cheek, and Logan leans into the warmth before he can stop himself. He watches Virgil smile at him, blinks and sees the lovestruck expression on his own face, and closes his eyes happily.

*~*~*~*~*

“Did you buy the -”

“Yes, Janus,” Logan sighs, swinging his carryon over his shoulder and tapping at the Bluetooth. “For the seventeenth time, I used the money that you and Roman wired me to buy tickets for the seats around me so that no one will notice me talking to myself when I have to take the earpiece out.”

“You had better be bloody cautious.” Logan takes a step into Janus’s office, careful not to disturb the papers spread across the carpeted floor in an intricate web. Janus, sitting in the middle of the madness, reaches out and underlines something in dark yellow highlighter. “I will not have someone sending me psychic pain because they were stupid enough to get caught and experimented upon.”

Logan is familiar enough with his cluster to feel the worrypanicfearterror don’tgetintotroubleican’tgetyououtofpleasepleaseplease vibrating in Janus’s chest. He reaches out and squeezes Janus’s shoulder, pretending he doesn’t notice when Janus drops his head briefly and squishes his hand. “I promise to be careful, Janus.”

“You better,” Janus says. Logan takes another step and glances up at the arrival and departure board to find his gate.

*~*~*~*~*

“Had to take the earpiece out for the flight, huh?” Remus says, lounging upside-down in the empty seat next to Logan. Logan, who is focusing on his e-reader, offers a discreet nod. “Sucks to suck, my man. Sucks to suck.”

Logan doesn’t verbally respond, and Remus takes it as full permission to keep going. “Your boyfriend was telling me all about poison plants the other day - did you know that a deadly nightshade and a tomato are in the same family?”

“Solanum lycopersicum,” Logan murmurs, glancing around to ensure that no one is paying attention to him. Remus babbles on about plants for a few more minutes, flipping himself upright and flopping into Logan’s lap. “Do you mind?”

“I don’t, actually, thank you for asking!” Remus laughs. Logan puts his hand below his e-reader, where no one else will see it but Remus, and flips him off. “You’re gonna have to come visit the rest of us soon or we’ll think you’re playing favorites.”

Logan looks directly at the exaggerated fake pout on Remus’s face and says, “I do have a favorite. It is not you.”

Remus rolls his eyes and slides off the seat, disappearing before he hits the floor.

*~*~*~*~*

Patton looks up with a mouthful of sandwich to see Logan slumped in the air in front of him, one hand pressed against his forehead.

“Rough flight?”

“Travel headache, plus a visit,” Logan mutters. Patton hums, narrowing his eyes just slightly to judge which member Logan saw by the frown pinching his face.

“Remus?” A nod. “I’m sure he meant well.”

“Unexpected.”

“Don’t you have your earpiece in?”

Logan shakes his head briefly. “Not on a plane.”

“Ah.” Patton reaches out and gently pats Logan’s shoulder. “How much longer until you land in Pretoria?”

Logan glances down at his watch, then in front of him. Patton blinks and he’s sitting next to Logan, staring at a screen at the front of the plane that tells the expected arrival time. “Ninety minutes, give or take.”

Patton leans over and gently presses against Logan’s shoulder with the side of his head. “Hang in there, Lo. I know you can do it.”

Logan sighs, again, but his face relaxes a little. Patton blinks again, and Logan disappears just as his students return from the lunchroom.

*~*~*~*~*

“Virgil, calm yourself down,” Andisiwe says. She offers Virgil a cup of coffee, but he doesn’t take it, too busy pacing back and forth in front of the arrivals and departures board.

“The flight was supposed to be in ten minutes ago,” Virgil says. “The board still says that the flight was supposed to be in ten minutes ago, so why isn’t the flight in?”

“You cannot control the weather,” Andisiwe says. She sets the cup of coffee down on the small airport end table next to her own depleted cup, her purse, and the book Virgil brought in a fruitless effort to distract himself. “We knew that he might experience some turbulence leaving Antarctica, to say nothing of the layovers and connecting flights and the myriad of other things that come with air travel. You would know if he had been hurt or killed, would you not?”

Virgil’s entire body runs ice-cold at the mention, and he takes a few quick, panicked inhales. He feels reassurance flood his body - his mother’s hand on his shoulder, Patton’s arm around him, Roman’s hand on his back, right between his shoulderblades. He feels Logan’s hand slide into his, and he exhales shakily.

“You’re right,” he says, speaking to his mother and his cluster in unison. “Thank you.”

Patton and Logan both squeeze gently, Roman rubs his back and pats him a few times, and his mother smiles at him knowingly.

“Has he arrived, then?” she asks.

Virgil blinks, and he’s sitting in a plane, watching Logan collect his luggage from an overhead compartment and head down the aisle. He blinks again, and he’s back with his mother.

“He’s offboarding now,” Virgil sighs. Andisiwe pats his shoulder and takes a seat next to the end table she’s claimed, taking a sip of her coffee. Virgil takes a hasty swig of his own before turning back to the gate.

It isn’t long before he spots a familiar face, backpack and duffel bag slung over his shoulders and rolling suitcase behind him. Logan’s hair is slightly mussed, glasses smudged, tie loosened. Virgil blinks and he’s looking at himself, taking in his own wide eyes and spreading grin and feeling an immeasurable amount of love well up in his chest. He blinks again, view changing but love remaining, and Logan is smiling at him, speeding up to a not-quite jog as he weaves through the crowd.

“Logan,” Virgil breathes, reaching out as Logan releases the handle of his suitcase and slips his bags off his shoulders. He spreads his arms, and Logan slides into him effortlessly. Virgil buries his face into Logan’s hair and inhales the familiar scent of shampoo and body wash and Logan that haunted him all those months Logan was in Antarctica. He feels himself slip briefly into Logan’s body, feels strong arms around him and kisses being pressed into his hair repeatedly (he hadn’t even known he was kissing Logan’s head) and hears a rabbit-rapid heartbeat.

“I have missed you,” Logan sighs softly, and Virgil lets his whole body relax around Logan’s.

*~*~*~*~*

“Is the apartment too small?” Virgil asks, anxiously opening the door and shooing Logan inside. He’d insisted on taking the majority of Logan’s luggage, despite his protests; Logan just smiles fondly and steps into the living room. It’s furnished with a television, a sofa, a small bookshelf in front of the window full of plants, and a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf on the wall. Logan notes with increasing joy that there are two whole shelves cleared off for him to put books on, once he unpacks or has his mother send some from Poland.

He can see over a small dividing wall into the kitchen, with a table in the center and two chairs. There’s a hallway leading down to an open door, through which Logan can see glimpses of a toilet and bathtub, and one door on either side of the hallway; he presumes those lead to the bedrooms.

“Is it okay?” Virgil repeats.

“it is perfect,” Logan says. “Truthfully, the specifications of the apartment do not matter. We could live anywhere in the world so long as we lived together. The apartment is wonderful because it is ours.”

Virgil takes Logan’s face, hands warm, and Logan leans up to kiss him again.

#starshinewrites #annalise tag!#this was inspired by annalise's incredible sense8 au #i read her fic seven times in a row and this idea Would Not Leave until i wrote it #i hope you like it lise!!!#ilysm <3

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snelbz · 4 years

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What Happens In Vegas... {9}

An A Court of Thorns and Roses, Feyre x Rhysand, Modern AU, fanfiction.

Summary: For Feyre’s twenty-first birthday, her best friend took her to Las Vegas for a weekend of fun she could never forget. She’s going home with a lot more than memories.

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We spent the afternoon back down in the recording studio with Drakon, Azriel and Cassian. When Rhys wasn’t playing, he’d pull me onto his lap. When he was busy on guitar, I listened in awe of his talent. He didn’t sing, so I remained in the dark about the lyrics. But the music was beautiful in a raw, rock ’n’ roll sort of way. Cass seemed pleased with the new material, bopping his head along in time. Even Azriel was more vocal in general, speaking up with ideas, criticisms, and praises.

Drakon beamed behind the splendid board of buttons and dials. “Play that lick again, Rhys.” My husband nodded and his fingers moved over the fretboard, making magic.

Miryam had been busy while we’d been upstairs, starting on unpacking the collection of boxes. When she made a move to return to the job in the early evening I went with her. Unasked or not, it wasn’t fair that she got lumped with the task on her own. Plus, it pleased my inner need to organize. I snuck back downstairs now and then as the hours passed, stealing kisses, before heading back up to help Miryam again. Rhysand and co remained immersed in the music. They’d come up seeking food or drink but returned immediately to the studio.

“This is what it’s like when they’re recording. They lose track of time, get caught up in the music. The number of dinners Drakon has missed because he simply didn’t realize what time it was;” said Miryam, hands busy unpacking the latest box.

“It’s their job, but it’s also their first love,” she continued, dusting off an Asian-style bowl. “You know that one old girlfriend that’s always hanging around the fringes, drunk dialing them at all hours and asking them to come over?”

I laughed. “How do you deal with never getting to come first?”

She smiled as she looked over at me. “You have to strike a balance. Music’s a part of them that you have to accept, hon. Fighting it won’t work. Have you ever been really passionate about something?”

“Yes,” I breathed, answering honestly, eyeing up another stringed instrument I’d never seen the likes of. It had intricate carving encircling the sound hole. “I love to paint. Life is easier to understand when I have a paintbrush in my hand. But responsible adults don’t paint for a living. There’s no way I can guarantee that I’ll pay the bills selling my art.” I stopped, grimaced. “God, I sound like my father.”

“You can totally, absolutely paint for a living, if you so choose,” she said, like it was the absurd thing to say I couldn’t. “If it’s your passion, then you owe it to yourself to give it a shot. But sometimes, it takes time to build it up for a living. Honing your craft and keeping the dedication, until that’s a possibility, that’s being a responsible adult.”

I smiled, understanding what she meant. I wish my father could have seen it that way. Instead, he saw painting as a waste of time, money and effort. “What about you? What’s your passion?”

“I was a born and bred photographer.”

“That’s great.” I meant it, those who could see the world through a lens were amazing to me.

Miryam smiled, her gaze going distant. “That’s how Drakon and I met. I went on tour for a couple of days with the band he was in at the time. I ended up going right around Europe with them. We got married in Rome at the end of the tour and we’ve been together ever since.”

“That’s a wonderful story,” I replied.

“Yeah,” Miryam sighed. “It was a wonderful time.”

I asked, “Did you study photography in college?”

“No, my father taught me everything I know. He worked for National Geographic. He put a camera in my hand at age six and I refused to give it back. The next day he brought me an old second-hand one. I carried it everywhere I went. Everything I saw was through its viewfinder. Well, you know what I mean… The world made sense when I looked at it that way. Better than that, it made everything beautiful, special.” She pulled a couple of books out of a box, adding them to the shelves built into one wall. We’d already managed to half fill them with various books and mementoes.

“You know, Rhys has dated a lot of women over the years. But he’s different with you. I don’t know…” She paused and turned back to me. “The way he watches you, I think it’s adorable. It’s the first time he’s brought anyone here in six years.”

That surprised me. “Why was the place empty so long?”

Miryam’s smile faded and she avoided my eyes. “He wanted it to be his place to come home to, but then things changed. The band was just hitting it big. I guess things got complicated. He could explain it to you best.”

“Right,” I said, intrigued, but knowing it wasn’t a conversation I needed to have with her. I needed to have it with Rhys.

Miryam sat back on her haunches, looking around the room. “Listen to me rambling on. We’ve been at this all day. I think we deserve a break.”

With a relieved sigh, I fell back onto my ass and said, “I second that.”

Nearly half the boxes were open. The contents we couldn’t think of an immediate home for were lined up along one wall. A big plush black couch had been delivered. It fit the house and its owner perfectly. With various rugs, pictures and instruments strewn about, the place had almost begun to look like a home. I wondered if Rhysand would approve. Easily, I could picture us spending time here when I wasn’t in classes. Or maybe holidays would be spent touring. Our future was a beautiful, dazzling thing, filled with promise.

In the here and now, however, I still hadn’t caught up with Joey. A fact that caused me great guilt. Explaining this situation didn’t appeal and nor did confessing my fast-growing feelings for Rhys.

“Come on, let’s go grab some food from down the road. The bar does the best ribs you’ve ever tasted. Drakon goes crazy for them,” said Miryam.

“Let me run downstairs, I’ll let them know we’re going. Do I need to change?” I had on the black jeans and tank top, a pair of Converse. They were the only shoes I’d been able to find among Amarantha’s buys that didn’t feature four-inch-plus heels. Miryam wore jeans and a white shirt, with a heavy turquoise necklace around her throat. It was casual in theory, but Miryam was a striking woman.

“You’re dressed fine,” she said. “Don’t worry. It’s very relaxed.”

The sound of music still drifted up from downstairs. When I went down there, the door was shut and the red light was on. I could see Drakon with headphones on, busy at the console. I’d forgotten to charge my phone with all the recent excitement, but I didn’t have Rhys’s phone number so I couldn’t have texted him anyway. I didn’t want to interrupt. In the end, I left a note on the kitchen bench. We wouldn’t be gone long. Rhys probably wouldn’t even notice.

The bar was a traditional wooden wonderland with a big jukebox and three pool tables. Staff called out “hello”s to Miryam as we walked in. No one even blinked at me, which was a relief. The place was packed. It felt good to be back out among people, just part of the crowd. Miryam had phoned ahead but the order wasn’t ready yet. Apparently the kitchen was every bit as busy as the bar. We grabbed a couple of drinks and settled in to wait. It was a nice place, very relaxed. There was lots of laughter and country music blared from the jukebox. My fingers tapped along in time.

“Let’s dance,” said Miryam, grabbing my hand and tugging me out of my chair. She bopped and swayed as I followed her onto the crowded dance floor.

It felt good to let loose. Lady Antebellum turned into Kane Brown and I raised my arms, moving to the music. A guy came up behind me and grabbed my hips but he backed up a step when I shook my head with a smile. He grinned back at me and kept dancing, not moving away. A man spun Miryam and she whooped, letting him draw her into a loose hold. They seemed to know each other.

When the guy beside me moved a little closer I didn’t object. He kept his hands to himself and it was all friendly enough. I didn’t know the next song but it had a good beat and we kept right on moving. My skin grew damp with sweat, my hair clinging to my face.

Dude One moved away and another took his place, slipping an arm around my waist and trying to pull me in against him. I planted my hands on his chest and pushed back, giving him the same smile and head shake that had worked on the last. He might have been only about my height, despite the huge hat, but he was built solid. He had a big barrel of a chest and he stank of cigarette smoke

“No,” I said, still trying to push him off me. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, darlin’,” he yelled in my ear, knocking me in the forehead with the brim of his hat. Ow. “Dance with me.”

A little more forcefully, I said, “Let go.”

He grinned and both of his hands slapped down hard on my ass. The jerkoff started grinding himself against me.

“Hey!” I pushed against him, getting nowhere. “Get off me.”

“Darlin’.” The letch leaned in to kiss me, smacking me in the nose with the brim of his hat again. It hurt. Also, I hated him. If I could just wiggle my leg between his and knee the asswipe in the groin, I’d be able to even the playing field. Or leave him writhing on the floor crying for his mommy. An outcome I was fine with.

I shoved my foot between the two of his, getting closer to my objective. Closer…

“Let her go.” Rhys miraculously appeared out of the crowd beside us, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Oh, shit. He looked ready to kill.

“Wait your turn,” the cowboy yelled back, pushing his pelvis into me. God, it was disgusting. Puking could happen. It would be no less than he deserved.

Rhysand snarled. Then he grabbed the man’s hat and sent it flying off into the crowd. The man’s eyes went round as plates and his hands dropped away from me.

I skipped back a step, free at last. “Rhys—.”

He looked at me and in that moment, the cowboy swung. His fist clipped Rhys’s jaw. His head snapped back and he stumbled. The cowboy dove at him. They landed hard, sprawled across the dance floor. Fists flew. Feet kicked. I could barely see who did what. People formed a circle around them, watching. No one was doing anything to stop it. Blood spurted, spraying the floor. The pair rolled and pushed and Rhys came out on top. Then just as fast he fell aside. My pulse pounded behind my ears. The violence was startling. I hated it. The blood and the dirt, the mindless rage.

But I couldn’t just stand by, caught in a cold stupor. I wouldn’t.

A strong hand grabbed my arm, halting my forward momentum.

“No,” said Cass.

Then he and another couple of guys stepped in. Relief poured through me. Cass and Az wrestled Rhysand off the cowboy. Another pair restrained the bloody-faced fool who bellowed on and on about his hat. Goddamn idiot.

They hustled Rhys out of the bar, dragging him backward. Through the front doors and down the steps they went while his feet kicked out, trying to get back into it. And he kept right on fighting until they threw him up against Cassian’s big black truck.

“Knock it off!” Cass yelled in his face. “It’s over.”

Rhys slumped against the vehicle. Blood seeped from one nostril. His dark hair hung in his face. Even in the shadows he looked swollen, misshapen. Not half as bad as the other guy, but still.

“Are you okay?” I stepped closer to check the extent of his wounds.

“I’m fine,” he said, shoulders still heaving as he stared at the ground. “Let’s go.”

Moving in slow motion, he turned and opened the passenger side door, climbing in. With a mumbled goodbye, Miryam and Drakon headed for their own car. A couple of people stood on the steps leading into the bar, watching. One guy held a baseball bat as if he expected further trouble.

“Feyre. Get in the car.” Azriel opened the door to the back seat and ushered me in. “Come on. Cops could be coming. Or worse.”

Worse was the press. I knew that now. They’d be all over this in no time.

I got in the truck.

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Cassian and Azriel disappeared as soon as we got home. Rhys stomped up the stairs to our bedroom. Was it really ours? I didn’t have a clue. But I followed. He turned and faced me as soon as I entered the room. His expression was fierce, dark brows down and his mouth a hard line. “You call that giving us a chance?”

Whoa.

I licked my lips, giving myself a moment. “I call it going out to pick up some food. The kitchen was running late so we got a beer. We liked the music so we decided to get up to dance for a couple of songs. Nothing more.”

“He was all over you,” he snapped.

I blinked, surprised by his sudden anger. “I was about to knee him in the balls.”

“You left without a fucking word!” he shouted.

“Don’t yell at me,” I said, searching for a calm I didn’t have in me just then. “I left you a note in the kitchen.”

He shoved his hands through his hair, visibly fighting for calm. “I didn’t see it. Why didn’t you come talk to me?”

“The red light was on. You were recording and I didn’t want to disturb you.” I could understand his frustration with the dude at the bar, but I didn’t know where this was coming from. “We weren’t supposed to be gone for long.”

Bruised face furious, he walked a few steps away then turned and marched back. No calmer from what I could tell despite the pacing. But at least he seemed to be trying. His temper was the third person in the room and it took up all the damn space. “I was worried. You didn’t even have your phone on you, I found it on the fucking table. Miryam’s phone kept going to voicemail.”

“I’m sorry you were worried.” I held out my hands, out of excuses for both of us. “I forgot to charge my phone. It never happens, but things have been a little crazy the past few days, you know that. I’ll try to be more careful from now on. But Rhys, nothing was going on. I’m allowed to leave the house.”

He ran a hand through his hair and said, “Fuck. I know that. I just…”

“You’re doing your thing, and that’s great—.”

“This was some sort of fucking punishment?” He forced the hard words out through gritted teeth. “Is that it?”

“No, of course not,” I sighed. Quietly.

“So you weren’t trying to get picked up?”

I blinked. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” Slapping him upside the head wasn’t out of the question. I kept my clenched fists safely at my side, resisting the urge.

He asked, “Why’d you let him touch you?”

“I didn’t. I asked him to move back and he refused. That’s when you arrived.” I rubbed at my mouth with my fingers, fast running out of patience. “We’re just going around in circles here. Maybe we should talk about this later when you’ve had a chance to calm down.” Hands shaking, I turned toward the door.

“You’re leaving? Fucking perfect.” He threw himself back onto the bed. Laughter wholly lacking in humor came out of his mouth. “So much for us sticking together.”

I didn’t understand what was happening. “What? No. I don’t want to fight with you, Rhys. I’m going downstairs before we start saying shit we don’t mean. That’s all.”

“Go,” he said, his voice harsh. “I fucking knew you would.”

“Gods,” I growled, turning back to face him. The desire to scream and shout at him, to try to make some sense of this, boiled over inside of me. “Are you even listening to me? Are you hearing me at all? I’m not leaving you. Where is this coming from?”

He didn’t answer, just stared at me, eyes accusing. It made no sense.

I almost tripped getting back to him, my feet fumbling. Landing on my face would be perfect. It was exactly where this was heading. I didn’t even understand what we were fighting about anymore, if I ever had.

“Who are you comparing me to here?” I asked, every bit as angry as him now. “Because I am not her.”

He kept right on glaring at me.

“Well?” I asked.

His lips stayed shut and my frustration and fury skyrocketed. I wanted to grab him and shake him. Make him admit to something, anything. Make him tell me what the hell was really going on.

I crawled onto the bed, getting in his face. “Rhys, talk to me!”

Nothing.

Fine.

I pushed back with trembling legs and tried to crawl off the mattress. He grabbed at my arms, trying to hold on. And like fuck he was. I pushed back hard. All brawling limbs, we tumbled off the bed and rolled onto the floor. His back hit the hardwood floor. Immediately, he rolled us again, putting me on the bottom. My blood pounded behind my ears. I kicked and pushed and wrestled him with all the angst he’d inspired in me. Before he could get his bearings I rolled us again, regaining the uppermost position. He couldn’t stop me, the bastard. Escape was imminent.

But it didn’t happen.

Rhys grabbed my face in both hands and mashed his lips to mine, kissing me with everything he had. I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped in. The kiss was rough and wet. Breathing was an issue. It seemed we both had some anger management issues and neither of us entirely refrained from biting. With his bruised mouth, he definitely had the most to lose. It wasn’t long before the metallic taste of blood hit my tongue.

He pulled back with a hiss, fresh blood on his swollen top lip. “Fuck.”

He grabbed my hands. I didn’t make it easy on him, struggling for all I was worth. But he was stronger. He pinned them to the floor above my head with relative ease. The press of his hard-on between my legs felt exquisite, it drove me insane. And the more I bucked against him, the better it got. Adrenaline had already been pouring through me, amping me up. The need to have him sat just below the surface, prickling my skin, making me hyper aware of everything.

So this was angry sex. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt him, not really. But there were other ways to assert myself in this situation. He came back to my mouth and I nipped him again in warning.

A mad smile appeared on his face. It probably matched my own. We were both panting, fighting for air. Both stubborn as hell. Without another word he released my wrists and drew back. Quickly, he grabbed my waist and turned me over, pulling me up onto my elbows and knees. Arranging me how he wanted me. Rough hands tore at the button and zip on my jeans. He yanked down my pants and crazily overpriced thong, body poised over mine.

His hands smoothed over my ass. Teeth dragged over the sensitive skin of one cheek, just above the tattoo of his name. A hand slipped beneath to cup my sex. The press of his fingers against me had me seeing stars. When they started stroking me, working me higher, I couldn’t hold back my moan. He nipped me on the ass again, a sharp sting of sensation. Then he pressed kisses up my spine. Stubble from his chin scratched my shoulder.

The lack of words, the absolute silence apart from our heavy breathing made it more. It made it different.

One finger slid inside me. Not nearly enough, damn it. He slid in a second finger, stretching me a little. Once, twice, he slowly pumped it into me. I pushed back against his hand, needing more. Next came the sound of the bedside drawer sliding open as he searched for a condom. His fingers slid out of me and the loss was excruciating. I heard his zipper being lowered, the rustle of clothes and the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then his cock pressed against me, rubbing over my opening. He pushed in slow and steady, filling me up until there was nothing left that wasn’t me and him. For a moment he stopped, letting me adjust.

But not for long.

Hands gripped my hips and he began to move. Each thrust was a little faster and harder than the last. Labored breathing and the slap of skin against skin swallowed the silence. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air. I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, spurring him on. It was nothing like the sweet and slow of this morning. Neither of us was tender. My jeans shackled me at the knees, making me slip forward a little with each thrust. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place. He stroked over something inside me and I gave a startled gasp. Again and again, he concentrated on that spot, making me mindless. I felt superheated. Like fire burned through me. Sweat dripped off my skin. I hung my head, closed my eyes and held onto the floor with all my might. My voice called out without my consent, saying his name. Damn it. My body wasn’t my own. I came hard, overwhelmed with sensation. My back bowed and I threw my head back, every muscle drawn tight.

Rhys pounded into me, hands slipping over my slick skin, reaching forward and grabbing my hair in his fist. I continued to come, the orgasm seeming to go on forever and ever, the tug on my roots only adding fuel to the fire. He came a moment later, releasing his hold on my hair, groaning my name in the most erotic way, holding himself deep. His face rested against my back, one arm wrapped around my body, which was lucky. I’d lost all traction. Slowly I slid to the floor.

In silence, he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom, sat me on the sink. Without fuss he dealt with the condom, started running a bath, holding a hand beneath the faucet to check the temperature. He undressed me like I was a child, pulling off my sneakers and socks, my jeans and panties. He tugged off my shirt and unclasped my bra. His own clothes were ripped off with far less care. I felt curiously naked with him now, the way he was treating me. Being so careful with me despite my biting and inexperience. He treated me like I was precious. Like I was a china doll. One he could apparently have rough sex with upon occasion. Once more, he checked the water, then he picked me up again and into the bath we went.

I huddled against him, my skin cooling off fast. He held me tighter, resting his cheek against the top of my head.

“I’m sorry if I was too rough,” he said finally. “I didn’t mean it, accusing you of shit like that. I just… Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Rough wasn’t a problem, but the trust issue… We’re going to need to talk about it sometime.” I rested my head against his shoulder, staring up into his troubled eyes.

His chin jerked as he gave me a tight nod.

I quietly said, “But right now, I’d like to talk about Vegas.”

The arms around me tensed. “What about Vegas?”

I stared back at him, still trying to think everything through. Not wanting to get this wrong, whatever this was.

Marriage, that’s what it was.

Shit.

“We’ve covered a lot of ground in the last twenty-four hours,” I said.

“Yeah, I guess we have,” he replied, looking down at me.

I held up my hand, my sparkly ring. The size of the diamond didn’t matter. That Rhysand had put it on me was what made it important. “We talked about lots of things. We slept together, and we made promises to each other, important ones.”

He nodded. “You regretting any of it?”

My hand slid around the back of his neck. “No. Absolutely not. But if you woke up tomorrow, and you’d somehow forgotten all of this. If it was all gone for you, like it had never happened, I would be furious at you.”

His forehead wrinkled and he looked away.

I added, “I’d hate you for forgetting all this when it’s meant everything to me.”

He licked his lips and turned off the tap with a foot. Without the water gushing out, the room quieted instantly.

“Yeah,” he said. “I was angry.”

“I’m not going to let you down like that again.”

Beneath me his chest rose and fell heavily. “Okay.”

“I know it takes time to learn to trust someone.” I carefully turned his face back to mine. “But in the meantime, I need you to at least give me the benefit of the doubt.”

“I know.” Wary, violet eyes watched me.

I sat up and reached for the washcloth on the edge of the bath. “Let me clean you up a little.”

A dark lump sat on his jaw. Blood lingered beneath his nose and near his mouth. He was a mess. A big red mark was on his ribs.

“You should see a doctor,” I said.

He shook his head. “Nothing’s broken.”

Carefully, I wiped the blood from the side of his mouth and beneath his nose. Seeing him in pain was horrible. Knowing I was the cause made my stomach twist and turn. “Tell me if I press too hard.”

“You’re fine.”

“I’m sorry you got hurt. In the bar tonight, and in Vegas. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

His eyes softened and his hands slid over me. “I want you to come back to LA with me. I want you with me. I know school will start back eventually and we’re gonna have to work something out. But whatever happens, I don’t want us apart.”

I shook my head. “We’re not going to be.”

“Promise?” He breathed, leaning down to kiss me.

“Promise.”

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innuendostyles · 3 years

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Your from the UK right??? Not to make u sad but imagine going to Asda with Ben at 2 in the morning (u only went for some milk) and u end up coming out with almost the entire shop in ur trolley 😂😂 Happens to the best of us

YAY

“We’re only going for milk.” He quietly mumbled as he aimed the keys at the car and pressed the lock button, hearing the sound of the mechanisms working to ensure the car wouldn’t get stolen from the car park. He held his hand out for you to take before he crossed the zebra crossings, giving a silent nod to a car that’d stopped so the two of you could pass.

It was a gentle reminder but also a jest at himself, considering the last time he’d gone to Asda this late, he’d returned home with a new DVD player for your living room, an abundance of on-sale Easter chocolate, and a DIY friendship bracelets set (it was located in the 6 years and over section, but he wouldn’t tell anyone that part.)

The bracelets aforementioned had been tied to your wrists for a month and a half now, yours was a braided black, white and yellow band while his was black, white and red. He somehow matched his outfit, black jogging bottoms, a red Nike hoodie and the best part of all…. socks with sliders. You’d claim that if he wore those out of the house, you’d pretend not to know him, but later decided that it was more endearing than embarrassing. His socks were black with red love hearts printed all over them, some you’d got him for Valentine’s Day as he claimed that “a pair of socks is the best present you could ever buy a man.”

You, on the other hand, wore a pair of black leggings, paired with an extremely worn “Rolling Stones 1979 Tour” acid wash t-shirt. Ben had insisted that you wear one of his jackets, given the fact that your local Asda always seemed to be freezing around this time, so it was topped off with a navy blue Nike Air Max windbreaker. Your fluffy bed socks really pulled the outfit together.

You each had one of Ben’s AirPods in your ear, currently listening to a song by The Lumineers, one that Ben described to you as making him feel as if he was “running down a sandy beach trying to get to you.” His pinky finger slid around your pinky finger as he strayed to the shelter where all the trolleys (shopping carts) were located.

He always pushed the trolley, claiming his driving skills were better than yours, but you knew the only reason he enjoyed pushing them so much was so he could “fly down the aisles”, an act in which he would push the cart extremely fast when there was nobody near you, and lift his feet from the ground, letting the cart take all his weight.

The song ended and changed to a Snoop Dogg song, to which you quirked an eyebrow, asking, “What fucking playlist is this?” with a laugh.

You walked through the sliding doors, Ben already getting distracted by some plants that were on clearance at the front doors, silently placing 2 small plant pots with some sort of pink flower in the middle into the cart.

There was a display as soon as you entered the shop floor, a large green cardboard cut out of the grinch, next to it sitting a handful of Christmas DVD’s, letting all the customers know that they could “Buy 1 Christmas DVD and receive a free 9” pizza”. Ben’s eyes immediately lit up, turning his head towards yours as he exclaimed that Christmas films and food are two of his favourite things ever. You shook your head in disbelief as you picked through the DVD’s, most of them being new and animated films you’d never heard of.

You were looking for one in particular, though you had little faith that it would be in the same pile as these cartoon ones. Ben loved The Nativity, one of the funniest Christmas films in the world, he reckons. He thought Martin Freeman was one of the best actors ever, and that along with Marc Wootton, it had to be the best film ever.

You rifled through the array of cases, finally picking out a white cover that read, “The Nativity!” You placed it in the cart, seeing Ben’s eyes light up as he bounced up and down in excitement, like a child.

“Can we get pepperoni on the pizza? Please!” He whined, earning a “yes” from you, to which he skipped down the aisle and giggled like a schoolboy.

You reached the fridges, Ben picking up 2 pints of milk and putting them in the trolley before giving an accomplished nod.

“Can we ‘ave a look at some vinyls?” He asked, with a pleading pout that he knew always won you over.

“Ooh, yeah actually, Gwil said he wanted the Hamilton vinyl a couple of weeks ago. Might be a good present, yeah?” You suggested, knowing it would result in Ben realising he hadn’t yet bought Christmas presents for any of his friends yet, something you’d been trying to gently remind him of for the last couple of weeks.

You made your way to the music section, getting distracted by anything and everything you could find. Ben was clinging onto a t-shirt with a green dinosaur on it, lit up by Christmas lights with a star on top of its head, the phrase “Tree-Rex” printed underneath it.

He held up the knitted fabric to you, and you both whispered, “Joe.” at the exact same time. It was folded and placed into the cart.

A pack of 250 small Christmas cards was the next thing to grab your attention, Ben telling you that the two of you “had to send the neighbours a card this year, considering the amount of times they’ve had to endure foolish giggles and the creaky bed really late at night!” You’d simply nodded with a chuckle, though he didn’t put them in straight away. He noticed the box had been busted open at the top and went on a hunt for an unopened box. He reached his arm all the way back into the shelf, jokingly asking you to hold his hand so he didn’t get lost. He finally grabbed a pack, throwing them into the trolley from about a meter away and doing a celebratory dance when they went in.

One of the lights overhead flickered, which caused Ben to turn to you with an over-exaggerated gasp, claiming “Asda is haunted!!!!” and running away from you frantically. You guffawed at his antics, lightly jogging after him while trying to catch your breath from laughing.

After collecting your pizza on the way to the music section, Ben made a quick turn down the homeware section. He browsed the cushion cases, holding up a few colours and patterns that he thought may match your living room sofa, all of which received a horrified glare from you (this was the exact reason you didn’t let him take the lead when you decided to start decorating your flat together… his first suggestion was warm brown walls with a stripy turquoise and black sofa…)

He reached the mirror section, finding an extremely large plain mirror, with no frame, slowly running his finger over the edge of it.

“Might buy us this for Christmas.” He stated.

Your brows raised in confusion, tilting your head to tell him you were unsure why he’d said it.

“One of them naughty mirrors…… when you put it on the ceiling so I’d be able to see everything when you’re ridi-“ your hand quickly shot over his mouth, your eyes widening as you took in what he meant. You could feel his lips sporting a smirk beneath your palm. You shook your head and giggled along with him.

“C'mon babe… know you’d love seeing this juicy cheeks every time I’m on top of you…” you lightly smacked his chest and delivered a sharp, yet humorous, “enough!”.

Once you’d finally made it to the music section, Ben appeared to be in his element. He’d picked up the Hamilton vinyl for Gwilym, as well as a new Ariana Grande record for Lucy. He was eyeing up Taylor Swift’s newest release, hoping you wouldn’t notice when he slipped it into the cart. He groaned when you looked him directly in the eyes and shook your head with a knowing smile on your face.

“I was gonna give you that for Christmas! Now you’ve ruined the surprise!” He whined with a pout.

“You are all I want for Christmas.” You replied, already cringing wondering if anyone else had heard you.

He, too, shook his head, but still gave you a quick kiss on the cheek to show his appreciation for you.

The next aisle was the clearance aisle. This was a dangerous one for Ben. His Mum had always taught him “never to pass up a bargain, cause you’ll see it one day, regret not buying it, go back the next day and it’ll be gone!”.

Within 5 minutes of browsing the shelves, he’d picked up a large Christmas-themed Yankee Candle gift set for his brother, a turkey-shaped dog toy for Frankie (this one you’d suggested) as well as a pack of 3 photo frames and a new flower vase for his mum.

Walking to the checkout was always a dangerous game, as the bakery part of the shop was located right next to all the tills. He’d always claim to be “just looking” while you unloaded the trolley onto the moving belt so the cashier could scan your items, and most times he only came back with a box of flapjacks or at the most, 2 jam donuts and a reduced fat chocolate eclair cake.

What you weren’t expecting today, however, was for your boyfriend to return with a basket he’d picked up from somewhere, filled with pastries and cakes that made your mouth water.

“These’ll be alright til Christmas Eve won’t they? Can watch Nativity with our little pizza ‘n then fill ourselves wi’ these after? Yeah?” You didn’t really get a chance to reply before the food was placed down onto the belt. You’d never seen him so happy with himself, thinking he’d just come up with the best idea in the entire world, even though you’d done basically the same thing for the last 2 years of spending Christmas together.

The cashier gave you your total, a whopping £110, even though you’d originally come in for 2 pints of milk, which should’ve brought your total to around…. £3.

He shook his head with a small smile as he took his card out of his wallet, swiping it over the reader and thanking the lady when she gave him his receipt. He rolled the trolley out onto the car park, you following closely behind telling him to unlock the car so you’d be able to hear the beep it made and find it, considering how dark it was outside. After locating the vehicle, he gently placed all the items in the backseat, taking extra care to make sure the pizza was cushioned by Joe’s new shirt and Frankie’s new toy. He dropped the trolley back off at the shelter before getting into the car, strapping his seatbelt and turning the radio on.

Paul McCartney’s “Wonderful Christmastime” filled the speakers, causing Ben to let out a quiet, “What a fuckin’ banger!”.

You couldn’t resist the urge to lean over and give him a peck on the cheek and a ruffle of his hair. You simply were having a wonderful Christmas time.

#WILL ADD A KEEP READING LATER I PROMISE !!!!#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fluff #my work #LUV A GOOD ASDA TRIP

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tigerseye46 · 3 years

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Since we're both addicted to the same ship, how about 25 with FreeNoodleshipping? (I am very happy to know I'm not bothering you with these prompts, thank you for that)

Yessss! Also *sweats* I somehow made this angsty without meaning to. (Of course not! I love people sending me prompts! Sorry I haven’t been answering the prompts lately. I was little lazy and unmotivated but keep sending prompts! I love them!)

Prompt List

25. “Wait, don’t buy yet! There’s more!” // “You’re a horrible, no-good dork.”

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It was another day shopping in the market. The two were wandering around, as usual, they were being extra cautious since the spider queen incident. They had their arms hooked together, their bodies pressed up against each other as Pigsy looked at his list. Tang leaned in to get a look at it.

“What do we need, Pigsy?”

Pigsy pushed him slightly, not letting go of Tang’s arm. “Too close, Tang,” he grunted. “We need carrots, tomatoes, mushrooms, and apples for dessert later.”

“Okay. Try not to fall under a trap this time,” he teased.

“Hey! That woman put a spell on me!”

“Sureeee. That’s it.”

“She was attractive! Can ya blame me? How did you not fall for her?”

Tang shut his mouth, he wanted to say ‘Because I’m in love with you, you oblivious pig.’ Instead, he stated “Guess she wasn’t my type. Also yes, I can blame you! You got us captured!”

“I’m sorry, okay! At least we got out of it!”

“We wouldn’t have gotten into it if you had listened to me!”

Pigsy huffed, “It was a spell! I still don’t get how ya didn’t fall for her.”

“Because I’m in love with someone,” he mumbled. The pig’s ears perked up. Did Tang just say he was in love?

“What did ya say, Tang?”

“No-nothing!”

The pig’s eyes widened and he tilted his head. “Did ya just say ya like someone?”

“N-no!” He pushed Pigsy away, messing with his hair to avoid looking at the pig, a huge blush on his face.

The pig frowned, a feeling of sadness overwhelming him at Tang admitting he was in love with someone along with jealousy coursing through his veins. This was the first time he ever heard of this, they had known each other for years, why did Tang never tell him? He had always liked, no, loved Tang, well not at first but then the scholar grew on him, he grew enough on him to where they now lived together in an apartment, letting Tang steal a bowl of noodles on a rare occasion, listening to the scholar’s ramblings as his eyes sparkled and gods, he had beautiful eyes, Pigsy could stare at them all day if he could. The chef quickly shook himself out of it. “Who are they? Are they cute? What are they like? Do I know them?” He needed more information, who had stolen Tang’s heart? That was his job!

“It’s no one!”

“So are they handsome or beautiful? Who are they?”

“No one! I’m not in love with anyone!”

“Then why are ya blushin’?” Tang felt his cheeks grow hot. “They must be special.”

“Th-they are... Let’s just shop.” Tang let out a sigh as he dragged one of his feet across the ground.

The pig frowned again. “Okay…”

He hooked their arms together again as they made their way through the marketplace, he had to drag Tang around. It broke his heart to see Tang upset, Pigsy shouldn’t have asked about the love thing. Did this person reject Tang? He would go after them if he did.

He nudged Tang. “Hey; why don’t we go to a bookstore after this?”

Tang’s eyes quickly got back their usual shine. “Really?”

“Yea, I’ll even pay for it.”

Tang hugged him, the chef turned pink. “Thank you Pigsy!”

“Yea, yea, yea.” He patted the scholar’s back awkwardly.

The scholar beamed at him and grabbed Pigsy’s hand, quickly taking him to where they needed to go so they could go to the bookstore faster. It was a few minutes later that they had gotten everything they needed. He was checking the list just in case, when he finally looked up at Tang, he had sparkly eyes and a wide grin.

“Is that everything?”

“Yea, Tang.”

“Perfect! Let’s go!” He pulled on the pig’s arm, the pig quickly having to grab a plastic bag he had left on the ground as he was being dragged away. The sound of crumpling plastic could be heard as Pigsy held tight to the bags, Tang maneuvered around various people on the street to get to the bookstore, holding on tight to the cook’s arm.

“Tang! Slow down!” But Tang didn’t listen, he was too excited. How rare was it that Pigsy offered to pay for something? It was like a one in a million opportunity!

Finally, they arrived at the bookstore, Tang had let go of Pigsy’s arm. Pigsy checked the bags to make sure nothing had fallen out and surprisingly, everything was still there. He narrowed his eyes at Tang or he was going to, if Tang hadn’t already entered the bookstore by himself. Pigsy pinched the bridge of his snout and walked inside.

He looked around the bookstore, searching for him. He sighed, why did Tang have to go inside without him? Books were lined up against shelves with different labels like “romance,” “action,” and other genres and subjects. It was somewhat quiet, there were people chatting but in hushed tones. There were slight sounds of beeping from the checkout counters and the smell of coffee was lingering in the air from the coffee shop connected to the place.

Pigsy kept searching for Tang until Tang came up to him and planted a bunch of books in his arms. “Tang!”

“Carry those for me, okay?”

“Why? Ya got arms!” He huffed and turned to go towards the checkout counter.

“Wait, don’t buy yet! There’s more!”

Pigsy sighed. “Do ya really need this many?”

“Yes! You did say you would pay! So I’m buying as many interesting books as I can find!”

“I’m gonna be broke after this.”

“I promise I won’t spend that much.” He stroked the cook’s cheek.

Pigsy suppressed a purr. “You’re a horrible, no-good dork.”

Tang nudged him and winked. “Isn’t that why you like me?” The smile he gave Pigsy was blinding.

The pig blushed. “Ye-yea.” Tang leaned in and kissed his cheek before going to look at more books. Pigsy let out a purr that he was holding and a lady approached him.

“Awww, is that your boyfriend?” She asked. “You two look adorable together.”

That made him turn even more red. “N-no. We’re just friends, sadly,” he mumbled.

The lady gasped. “Really? Because you two seem like a couple. He did kiss you on the cheek after all.”

“He’s just excited, I promised I would pay for this.”

“That is so sweet of you! I wish you luck in your relationship!” Then she walked away.

“Th-thanks.” He tried to hide his face in the cover of the books. What Pigsy didn’t know was Tang had been observing them, he hadn’t heard the conversation but from Pigsy’s red face, he could probably guess. He glared and continued to look around, ugh, he hated when the pig flirted with women. He found a few more books then stomped over to Pigsy, he put the books in his arms again, glaring at him.

“I’m done,” he stated grumpily, his fists clenching into a ball. He wanted to punch something, the anger and envy overwhelming him.

Pigsy stared at him with widened eyes. “Are ya okay, Tang?”

“Why do you care?” He avoided staring at him. “Let’s just go pay for this then you can go flirt like you always do.”

“What? Tang, are ya okay?”

“Ugh, stop asking that! Since when do you care? Let’s go!” He demanded. He stomped to the counter with Pigsy following close behind with his eyebrow raised. What was his problem? He had been happy just a moment ago. They didn’t say a word as they stood in line, Tang avoided Pigsy’s gaze by looking down, his glasses shining to cover up his emotion as he crossed his arms.

Eventually, they checked out and left the bookstore with Pigsy holding on the plastic bags with the groceries and books, not daring to speak to each other. Anytime, Pigsy attempted to place a hand on his shoulder, Tang would wave him off. It was making the pig incredibly concerned and irritated, couldn’t Tang just talk to him?!

They reached the front door of their apartment. Pigsy dropped the plastic bags and pulled out his keys. He opened the door and opened the door gently. “Tang, could ya help me with the bags?” Tang simply huffed and walked inside.

The pig scowled, picking up the bags, placing Tang’s books on their living room table then putting the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. Now, he was mad. He stomped towards Tang’s direction who had trudged to his room. He swung Tang’s door open, the scholar was reading a book on his bed, legs crossed. He glared at Pigsy. “Hey! Be careful with my door!”

“WHAT IS WITH YOU? YOU’VE BEEN ACTIN’ WEIRD!”

Tang gently shut his book, not taking his eyes off the pig. “WHY DO YOU CARE?”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE MY FRIEND! BECAUSE WE LIVE TOGETHER!”

“THAT DOESN’T MATTER! IT NEVER MATTERS TO YOU! WHY DON’T YOU GO FLIRT WITH SOMEONE? YOU ALWAYS DO THAT AND… and you ignore me…” Tang began sobbing and brought his knees up to his chest, putting his arms around his legs.

Pigsy’s mouth went agape. He went to Tang’s side and started patting him on the back, sitting on the bed beside him. His heart broke at the sight, he wrapped his arms around him. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked in an unnaturally soft tone. “Have I been ignorin’ ya?”

“N-no,” he replied muffled. “I’m just being an idiot. It’s not your fault. It’s- it’s nothing.”

Pigsy lifted Tang’s chin up, tears still flowing from the scholar’s face. “Hey, don’t say that. Don’t call yourself an idiot. It’s not nothin’ if it’s makin’ ya so upset. Your feelings are important to me. What’s wrong?”

Tang buried his face into the chef’s chest. “I… just…” He shook his head. “It’s nothing. I’m sorry, Pigsy.”

“It’s not nothin’, Tang. I care about ya, okay? So if something’ is makin’ ya upset then I want to know. Have I been ignorin’ ya? Because I haven’t, Tang. Ya always my full attention.”

The scholar bitterly laughed. “How can you say that when I see you flirt? It’s like every time your eyes land on someone, I don’t exist. I want your eyes to land on me, just one time, please just let your eyes land on me,” he whispered, clutching onto the chef’s clothes and closed his eyes as more tears continued to appear.

“Tang, what are ya tryin’ to say?”

“I’m in love with you,” Tang screamed. “Gods, why are you so oblivious?” Pigsy opened his mouth to say something before closing it. His mind was swimming, Tang was in love with him? Is that why he was so mad earlier? He didn’t know what to say. The lack of response made Tang quickly got off the bed. “I’ll- I’ll leave. You clearly don’t feel the same way.” He made his way towards the door when he was pulled back, a gasp escaped his lips, he felt something around his waist. He looked down and saw the pig’s arms. “Let me go!”

“Calm down.” Pigsy buried his face in the scholar’s shoulder.

“Why? You don’t feel the same way!”

“Who said that? Who lied to you?” He demanded.

“No one. It’s obvious. After all you were flirting with that woman earlier.”

“Is that what ya think I was doin’? Tang, she came up to me to tell us that we were a cute couple. I promise.”

Tang let out a breath of relief. “I’m an idiot.”

“You might be an idiot but you’re my idiot. I love ya. I’m sorry I never said that before. Ya always have my attention. I love the way your eyes sparkle when ya get excited about somethin’, I love how smart ya are, I love that no matter what ya stay, ya stay with me.”

“Of course I stay, I could never leave you. You are my everything. You make me laugh and you’re a big softie. I always stole a bowl of noodles to get your attention. If you love me then why did I always see you flirt?”

“Because I always thought ya were never interested. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better!” He shifted his body to face Pigsy, blushes on both their faces. Their eyes glancing at each other’s lips.

“Can I kiss ya, Tang?” Pigsy asked.

“Yes, you can. You can always kiss me.” Pigsy beamed and pressed a kiss against Tang’s lips, it was gentle, them taking their time as they clinged to one another until they separated and touched foreheads. “Wow, that was perfect.”

“Ye-yea. I love you, my freeloader.”

“I love you too, Pigsy. Sorry for earlier.”

“It’s fine. Ya can always come to me when ya feel that way. I love ya.”

“Love you, you big softie.” He nudged Pigsy, a wide smile on his face.

“Want to help me with dinner?”

“Sure. Maybe I’ll steal something while we cook.” He winked and headed off to the kitchen.

“Hey!” Pigsy shouted and began chasing Tang. Tang laughed as he ran, Pigsy caught up to him and carried him into his arms. “You’re a dork.”

“And you’re a softie,” he replied and gave him another kiss, this one lasting longer than the last. The lady was right, they are an adorable couple after all.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #freenoodleshipping #Pigsy #pigsy monkie kid #zhu bajie #tang #angst #brief mention of spider queen #I was supposed to make this fluffy but then angst hit my mind #Pigsy: Ya got arms *carries the books anyway*#my fic

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hawksugarbaby · 3 years

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Momojirou

Fluff + flowershop Au

Jirou tied the apron around her back sighing in annoyance looking over herself in the mirror "Do we have this in black?" she called to her mother round the back of the flower shop who shook her head and apologised. "Sorry Jirou, I'm sure I can get one made for you though" she offered but the hero in training shook her head and started filling up thin metal buckets hung on the wall with water and plant food.

The neatly lined buckets on the wall hung slightly forward with worn labels with cursive names of flowers stuck on the front and jirou sighed heavily rolling up the ribbon rolls at the side so the trails of silky fabric weren't curled on the floor folded over each other in a tangled mess. "I would have been happy applying for a job at Domino's mum" she shouted to her mother setting up the cash register for the day. She didn't want to cause problems for her mum at the flower shop but she did need money, though it felt like cheating working for one of her parents. "Nonsense i'm sure you'll do great!" her mum encouraged and the purple haired girl nodded anxiously.

She flipped the closed sign to open and awaited customers as she stacked up vases and terracotta pots on the lacquered Ikea shelves shoved against the side and the door opened behind her. "Jirou?" a polite voice asked behind her, one she'd recognise instantly. She spun around holding a yellow glass and her face brightened red almost immediately. "Hey momo, h-how are you" she asked putting the glass down in the line of others and ignoring the rest of the shelving she had to do. "I'm good! It's lovely to see you. I didn't know you worked here?" she said, gesturing at the cozy and quaint building. Jirou just nodded quickly "It's my mum's shop actually but yeah. Take a look around and I'll be... well, here if you need help."

She nodded and grabbed a basket from the side starting to pull out flora from the buckets and taking note in her head how much the bouquet would cost in her head and keeping the red, pink and yellow colour scheme in mind the basket quickly filled. "What colour ribbon do you want?" Jirou asked standing in front of the wall, reels of colour dangling in front of her and scissors in hand. "Pink please" momo stated, standing very close to her friend and Jirou snipped off the fabric wrapping it on the handle of Momo's basket so it wouldn't get lost.

"Have you been working here long?" Momo asked as jirous typed in the order pressing the old keys on the register violently "just started a couple of weeks ago actually but I always feel like I'm gonna mess something up" she laughed nervously laying the flowers out on a piece of transparent paper lined with red tissue and rolled it around the flowers making a cone of paper around them keeping them safe for the journey. "I don't think you could mess anything up, you're so talented!" Momo complimented her eyes trained on Jirous hands tying the ribbon half way up the paper making the ends fan out and she repositioned the flowers inside so the composition didn't look too overwhelming in one spot.

"Well you're more amazing and I refuse to argue" Jirou said handing her the bouquet that she held gently like a fragile piece of china, "thank you Jirou" the brown eyed girl said with a smile. "O-of course. That's um 20.99" (I don't know japan prices) She said and the money was dropped into her hand then sorted into the slots in the register. "Well I'll see you on monday!" momo said, skipping happily out of the shop and Jirou nodded waving her out.

"What am I going to do with myself" Jirou groaned and her mum poked her head out the back of the store "was that the girl you like?" she asked politely stepping next to her daughter and they both patiently kept their eyes on the glass door "Yeah" jirou muttered covering her red face "well you certainly know how to pick them! What was she buying flowers for?" her mum asked, twirling her earphone jacks around her fingers and jirou's eyebrows knit together "I don't know actually?"

The week passed without much explanation from Momo and Jirou left it as it was assuming it was personal. But Jirou found herself back in the shop turning the succulents so the names faced the front and moved the ones in the wrong spot back to the right coordinate. The bell above the door dinged and Jirou turned slowly then jumped seeing momo again "H-hey momo! Nice to see you!" Jirou greeted clutching a succulent for life as the upper class women chuckled at her state "yes it's nice to see you too!"

'What could she be back for' jirou wondered handing a straw basket to jirou who had settled on white and purple this time gathering dahlia's, tulips and baby's breath into her basket.

Momo already knew Jirou had a job before she walked into the place. She didn't know how to function around Jirou feeling like she needed rebooting after every conversation and her face would burn instantly instead of her alabaster complexion. She'd walked past the flower shop a few times, silently admiring Jirou singing to the music on the radio through the window but not having the courage to go in. until last week, when the thought of visiting Jirou was too irresistible and she stepped in with no plan of action except "flowers"

"Can I help you with anything this week?" Jirou asked with an unusually cheery voice, the effects of being lovesick. "Yes actually do you have these daisies?" Momo asked, showing a picture of the larger daisies and you nodded reaching for one of the bottom buckets which were harder to see "Ah wonderful!" she cheered holding out the basket for you to place on the daisies. "Any colour of ribbon?" Jirou asked and momo skimmed over the choices "the creamy beige one is nice" she said running her fingers along the roll and you nodded cutting the ribbon to size.

"What are these little things Jirou?" she asked, examining the succulents in little cat shaped pots "oh those are succulents. They're really easy to look after; they don't require much just watered once or twice a month. Very popular for beginners" The purple headed girl said ripping the transparent paper and laying down a reddish purple tissue for the flowers to sit on gently and wrap in the paper typing a little bow in the front "can I get one of these too?" she asked politely carrying a little plant to the register "of course momo they are for sale" Jirou chuckled and scanned the barcode typing in the bouquet again.

"I'll see you Monday momo" Jirou said, walking her to the door and greeting another customer who entered and went straight for the pots without so much as a hello. Momo waved across the street and went on her way not wanting to put Jirou off work for too long though she wanted nothing more than to spend the day with her.

Again Saturday rolled around and she was prepared for momo's arrival that day dressing nicely instead of the scabby clothes she'd been wearing previously. And a bonus was Jirous mother got her the black apron with the shop's name embroidered across the front neatly in cursive.

The door opened chiming the bell and she spun quickly with a smile "Oh jirou you got a new apron! It looks wonderful on you!" she cheered giving the girl an excited hug. Both of the girls' faces bloomed red and Jirou stood in stunned silence grounding herself with the flowers and earth tones of the small shop. "Jirou do you have Marigolds perchance?" the kind girl asked softly and jirou dropped her shoulders "not at this time of year unfortunately but we have amaryllis which are similar colours!" Jirou suggested and momo nodded enthusiastically, grabbing a basket and following her to the suggested flowers.

she snipped off the orange ribbon and wrapped Momo's flowers again handing them to her and sorting the cash into the till "Jirou I have a question" momo said holding the flowers and staying in front of the till "would you like to go to a cafe down the road?" she asked "well I can ask for the rest of the day off I guess" Jirou muttered excusing herself and going to the back talking to her mum.

"With the girl you like?" she asked hanging her apron up and handing her daughter some change "yeah with her" "oh this is so exciting! Have a good time honey!" she said, shoving her out of the room and into Momo's back. "S-sorry. Mum said I could go!" she said holding the door for jirou and exiting the shop. jirou followed momo to the cafe down the road with similar cosy vibes as her flower shop and they sat down together.

"Whoever is getting all those flowers must be really lucky" jirou chuckled nervously looking up from her black as night coffee and momo raised her eyebrows "y-you think i'm buying someone else flowers?" she quizzed blowing on her tea to cool it before taking a sip, the greyish smoke puffing up and flying away to who knows where "well, yeah aren't you?" Jirou asked, suddenly confused. There was a second of silence and momo put her cup down knitting her fingers together "no i'm not getting them for someone else. the thing is I... Well the thing is I come in the shop to see you!" she admitted with a bright smile that could rival the sun. "to see me?" Jirou confirmed and the ravenette across from her nodded.

"I really like you. And I enjoy spending time with you but I couldn;t figure out a way of asking to see you more often so I... started visiting your shop because, well, I think you're amazing" momo explained not holding any feelings or words back unlike Jirou who was always so reserved "And I would love to date you if i'm honest" momo added handing the flowers to the girl in front of her as if she didn't buy them from her. "You want to date me? Why i'm so... awkward and i'm nothing like you" jirou chuckled nervously rubbing the back of her neck. Was this a prank? No Momo would never do that to someone. "Exactly, you're nothing like me and that's why I like you so much"

Jirou considered the reality of the situation for a moment worrying the world could shift into a nightmare any second or she'd wake up front this dream heartbroken and betrayed by her own heart and head. "I would like to date you too" she said back finally after a beat of confidence. "Ah i'm glad! I've wanted to tell you for so long!" Momo giggled sweetly and jirou twirled her jacks in her fingers "I can't believe I could have been with you sooner if I didn't think you were buying flowers for someone else" jirou sighed facepalming and hiding a small smile. This might be what she needed, her way of getting out her shell.

#bnha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #mha #boku no hero fanfic #momo yaoyozoru #kyoka jiro #momojirou #jirou #momo

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forbidding-souda · 4 years

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jeez, i like this blog. how about writing Soda, Kirigiri, Mukuro, Celeste, Hagakure, Ouma and Kiibo with albino s/o? some cute general hc and some hcs about dealing with their sensetive to sun skin and eyes and weak health at all, and with people who bullying them for their appearance? thanks, have a nice day.

Kazuichi Souda, Kyoko Kirigiri, Mukuro Ikusaba, Celestia Ludenberg, Yasuhiro Hagakure, Kokichi Ouma, and Kiibo with albino S/O

Ya’ll are opening my horizons to different things wait I love this.

Ever since this request popped into my ask box I’ve been excited to write it sorry it took so long! Kisses xx

-Mod Souda

Kazuichi Souda

He’s basically your designated driver when you need it.

Any questions you have at all about trying to read signs from a distance or if there’s anyone nearby that might make fun of you, he’ll answer you. He’s good at defending you.

Since he’s semi intimidating, if you’re with him, people just think wow look at the alt couple. Some people assume that you don’t naturally look like that, too.

When he first met you, he’d wave to you once you exited school, not realizing you could hardly see him with the sun outside.

You sun burn easily, too, and his first solution to this was to try and get you to wear one of his jumpers.

I mean - yeah but also no.

Once tried to convince you to wear his beanie to but you assured him that that will not protect you from the sun.

Your social scene was never too active because of the way you are. But Souda understand this too, on a less medical sense.

He always tries to get you to hang around his friends, as well.

He’s always there to remind you that you are not a curse and that he loves you, kissing your skin and holding you close.

Since you were bullied throughout your kid years, when you finally were around his friend group, you were surprised that all of them were nice.

He is a very good person to be with when it comes to things like, of course, being nervous about who you are.

He’s helpful and will work harder to get money to buy anything you need to help you live more comfortably.

Surprises you with flowers a lot. Not necessarily bouquets but just small flowers lying around your room.

His favorite thing to do is just surprise you with small things hidden around the house. Your favorite drink, small sweats, things that make you happy.

Kyoko Kirigiri

She’s a very intelligent girl, and she holds a lot of power.

“Remember to bring your sunglasses,” she’ll always remind you.

Has extra gloves for you, too.

Requests to change some of the lightbulbs in the classrooms just in case they are the type that hurt you.

She’s also a very good cuddler, too! She’ll run her fingers up and down your arms or play with your hair.

Doesn’t like to go on dates outside, which is fine by you.

Instead of outside dates, she’ll watch your favorite movies with you, or ask you questions to learn more about you.

She’s a curious cat when it comes to what makes you you.

You try to reciprocate the energy, but she doesn’t like to answer all of the questions you give her.

All the questions, all the questions, all the questions! You almost think she’s making a journal about you.

Sometimes she’ll take you out in the night in December, putting Christmas lights around the neighborhood.

Someone will have to get on the other’s shoulders, often, but that just makes everything so much funner.

Especially when the tiny bit of snow falls from the sky.

Seeing Kyoko in the snow is like watching an angel.

Mukuro Ikusaba

She doesn’t quite understand what albinism means.

But she knows that it’s something serious, and you aren’t like other people.

Anything you tell her she’ll try to remember.

For your birthday, she got you a parasol. It was your favorite color, too!

Twirling it in your hand while the two of you walk together is everything!

You got her a matching one, too, the both of you can twirl your parasol’s together.

She gets you a lot of random presents, things you don’t even know where she gets it from. Posters of your favorite musicians are you favorites.

When she moves into your house, she adds a lot of decor to your room. Things like plants, adding shelves for her books, and different stuffed animals her sister stole for her when they were homeless.

She’s very much an indoors person, but she is willing to do the shopping and cooking whenever you don’t feel well.

Can carry you, too. She’s surprisingly strong.

Not that she can carry you, let me correct myself. She will carry you.

Also will fight anyone who disrespects you.

Celestia Ludenberg

She has a collection of parasol’s in her house, and will definitely allow you to dress up in her gothic lolita clothes if you so desired.

She likes touching your skin, too, definitely.

Everything about you is beautiful to her.

Being next to you in public makes her proud that she was able to date someone like you.

Will help you in any way.

But she always wants something in return. A kiss, nothing serious. Maybe showering with her if she’s feeling lonely enough.

“You’re invited to the mansion with me when I become rich,” she coos one night, turning to her side to look at you.

To her, the invite was a serious thing. All of her life she dreamed about being alone in the house with all of those boys. But if you’re there with her, then it might be a little better.

She is dreamy when it comes to skincare, and will always massage your face. It’s usually when you come back from being outside, and the sun has bothered your eyes, she will draw her thin fingers across your face to try and ease at least some pain.

But she’s such a drama queen sometimes, wondering why you can’t just go have tea with her sometime. Both of you settled on going when the sun is down, or when the clouds are thick.

Because tea with her is fun, actually. Makes you tune into your inner lolita subculture.

Yasuhiro Hagakure

He’s a dummy sometimes.

“Hiro, can you grab my sunhat?”

“Sure thing!”

You step outside, asking him where it is.

“I forgot to get it, wait-”

His body is really large, and he can shade you if you get too overwhelmed. Not to mention that he easily drapes his jacket over you, sometimes.

This boy cares a lot!!!!

He listens to your every last word and complaint!! If you are in pain? He’s gonna take you home immediately!

A lot of strangers like to stare at you, sometimes taking pictures without you noticing.

He always calls them out, often yelling in public to defend you.

You defend him, too, sometimes having to bonk people on the head when they gawk at him.

But he’s an outdoorsy fellow when he’s not constantly in fear that the yakuza would kill him.

You don’t get to see him all that often. It’s a little disheartening.

He comes home whenever he can to give you big hugs!

Kokichi Ouma

He’s a little goofer sometimes.

Sometimes you have to go out without him, and it’ll never go well.

You’ll be almost out the door. “Where are my sunglasses?”

“Oh, I don’t know, S/O. Where are they?”

“You little shit.”

He always wants to go with you when you go outside. Just because he likes hanging out with you, also because he thinks your routine is very interesting.

Sneaks up on you all the time. Especially in public.

It’s your least favorite thing ever when he does it when it’s sunny outside.

But if someone tries to bother you, though, he will trip them or spit on them or even push them out of the way.

A lot of his DICE members will join in too, terrorizing them even days after.

Every time he spends the night, he wakes up earlier than you, and always makes you a cup of tea/water/coffee for you when you wake up.

He definitely gives you hugs from behind, too. Not even to surprise you. He just really likes wrapping his arms around you from that angle.

Draws you little pictures of yourself to leave around the house. It’s weird when he hasn’t came over in a while and yet you still find little post-it notes all over.

Kiibo

He has a very big brain! But he still asks a lot of questions about it.

He makes, almost forces, you to eat a lot of healthy foods so your physical health can improve a bit. It’s very annoying, but you do it for him.

Surprise kisses are what he’s good at! He will wake you up with kisses, give you nightly kisses before he turns off, and give you kisses throughout his day.

And he keeps his eyes on you!! Like all the time!!

Because he worries, and he tries not to let you know, which fails.

“Kiibo, you don’t have to worry.”

“I-I’m not worried! I just... love you a lot.”

You laugh, “you are worried because you love me.”

It makes him blush every time you tell him that.

He loves you with all of his heart, it’s scary sometimes!

He didn’t think it was possible to love someone so much!

So he likes hearing you say you love him all the time.

He doesn’t like the sun that much, and his ventures outside are shortlived, so you don’t have to worry about being forced to go out for whatever reason.

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #kazuichi souda #kazuichi souda x reader #kazuichi soda #kazuichi soda x reader #kyoko kirigiri #mukuro ikusaba #kyoko kirigiri x reader #mukuro ikusaba x reader #celestia ludenberg x reader #yasuhiro hagakure x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #kiibo x reader

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Bake Me up A Dream

Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai

Kakagai Week Day 2- Prompt: Flowers

AU: Bakery Au

Edited by: @mireleth

The sound of birds chirping at the front door of his shop drew Tenzo’s attention away from the book that he was currently reading. The door chime he had chosen was perfect. Not obnoxious enough to annoy him whenever there was a new customer, but still out of place enough that he would look up from whatever he was doing without fail.

At his door stood a man wearing possibly the ugliest green tracksuit combo he had ever seen with long hair braided behind his back and the thickest eyebrows in existence. That last observation wasn’t even an exaggeration on his part. Were eyebrows really allowed to be that big?

“Hello.” Slipping his bookmark into place, Tenzo set his book down on the counter in front of him and focused his full attention on the new customer. “How can i help you today?”

A shy smile greeted him. “I’m looking for a plant.” Taking a step into the shop, the man’s eyes scanned the selection of plants that Tenzo currently had out on display. “Something that will survive a few months.”

That was interesting. Very few people bothered to specify that they actually wanted the plant to survive, let alone ‘a few months’.

He had a few plants that could survive quite a long time if given the right care, but finding the right one wasn’t as easy as knowing how long someone wanted it to last. Stepping out from behind the counter, he slowly made his way towards the other man.

“Is there a particular plant you want?” He pressed for more information. “Something that flowers? Or a plant that’s easy to take care of? Big or small?”

“Well…” It was clear that this trip hadn’t been well thought out. Tenzo could see that the questions he asked were now being carefully considered, which was more than he could say for most customers. A lot of people who came through that door just grabbed the prettiest thing they saw, paid, and left without speaking a word to him.

Clearly the man was on a mission.

“I don’t think a flowering plant would be good,” the customer muttered to himself. “He doesn’t like flowers, but he likes sturdy plants. Something that can grow well and doesn’t require a lot of attention. He tends to forget about other things when he’s really focused on tasks.”

That sounded like the type of person who would love Tenzo’s selection of herbaceous perennials. Though there still were quite a lot of them that flowered, he could think of one that might fit the customer’s preferences.

Waving the man forward he did a 180 degree turn and headed towards the back corner where he kept some of his less fragile plants. The ones that didn’t need constant care every day, or needed to be away from the sunlight that shone through the front windows from 7am to 8pm everyday.

“I think…” His eyes scanned the shelves, searching for the plant he was thinking of. “Ah, here it is.” Reaching out, he carefully picked up the small Zamioculcas zamiifolia from the shelf and turned back around, almost jumping out of his skin when he found his customer standing directly behind him. Releasing his grip on the potted plant, he watched in horror as it plummeted towards the floor.

Instead of hearing the sound of the pot shattering against the ground, Tenzo found himself watching as the man swooped down and caught the plant with ease, saving him from losing a sale.

“Sorry,” the shy smile that Tenzo had been greeted with was back on his face, “I didn’t mean to scare you.” With the apology out of the way, he turned his attention down to the plant now resting in his hands. Tenzo wasn’t quite sure what was going through his mind, but the way that his smile slowly morphed into a tender gaze told him that he had made the right choice.

Now he just had to lock in the sale.

“It’s an easy plant to take care of,” he explained, making his way back over towards the counter so he could put some distance between the two of them. “You, or your partner, only really need to water it when the dirt is dry, and even then if you forget a day or two it will still live.”

For a second he thought his words were being ignored. There was no verbal response to what he had said, and the man was still looking down at the plant with the fondest expression. Almost like he was hypnotized by it.

“He’ll love it.” The words finally broke through the silence that had fallen between them, bright happy eyes turning upwards to meet his gaze. “And it’ll go great in the bakery.”

Well, now that was just something Tenzo couldn’t ignore. A bakery sounded like a great idea, especially if it ended up somewhere nearby where he could sneak in once in a while to grab a treat.

Seeing the plant being set down in front of him, Tenzo turned his attention to the till and started to punch in the price, but his interest in the aforementioned bakery continued to nag at him.

“It’ll be ¥7000.” He smiled back at his customer. “And what is this bakery, if you don’t mind me asking? Planning to open up a new place?”

There was a moment of hesitation, but then the flood gates seemed to open. Tenzo hadn’t been expecting such a long, detailed answer to his question. A whole story was presented to him and before he knew it he was invested. This sounded like the best boyfriend ever, and if he was into bad clothing choices he might have been tempted to try to steal this one for himself.

Not that he really thought it was possible. The way that he said his partner’s name, the way his eyes lit up everytime he talked about him. This was a man who was head over heels in love. No-one could hope to steal him.

“Do you think it sounds alright?” Tenzo blinked, a little confused by the question. “I didn’t really talk to him about buying the location. I didn’t have time. It was such a cheap price and I knew if I waited to talk to him someone would swoop it up before I could get back to it in time…”

“I think he’ll love it.” His words were met with a warm happy look. “I mean, who wouldn’t want a boyfriend who listens to them gush about their dream of opening a bakery, and then as soon as he sees a small place on sale for cheap enough just swoops it up without thinking. He’s bound to love it.”

At least, that’s how he would feel if someone had bought him the small shop he now owned knowing that he wanted to open up a flower shop. One that specializes in living potted plants that would stay with a person for months or even years as long as they took proper care of them, unlike the Yamanaka shop down the street. He had never understood the obsession with flowers that had been ripped away from their roots and would die within a week regardless of how much care a person gave them. It seemed such a waste of a beautiful plant.

“Thanks.” Taking the money that was now being presented to him, Tenzo punched it into the till and stashed it away in the drawer. “He has done a lot for me since we were young. Without him I wouldn’t have the dojo, and we’d both be working shitty jobs we didn’t like. I want to pay him back. Give him something he actually enjoys instead of…” He stopped himself there, replacing whatever words he was about to say with a chuckle instead. “Well, I doubt you want me to bore you with the whole story.”

“Not that I have much to do,” Tenzo waved his hand towards the empty store to emphasize his point, “but you should get back and present him with his new gifts. I’m sure he’ll love them both.”

With one final goodbye, Tenzo watched as his customer made his way back out the front door, and as soon as the door chime went off he kicked himself mentally. All of that talking, and he had forgotten to ask where the bakery was going to be, or even what the man’s name was.

He was never going to get one of those delicious cupcakes that apparently made the world stop with their sugary greatness, and that was just upsetting.

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Numbers.

Even when he closed his eyes, all Kakashi saw was numbers. Equations, pay cheques, costs, and deductions. Numbers were swimming in his brain and he wanted nothing more to bash his head against the table until they disappeared.

Why did he have to have the worst job in existence? Why had he been given a brain smart enough to do this job with such ease, but the attention span of a five year old on sugar?

He needed to do something, anything, to take his mind off of all of the paperwork and the endless numbers.

A creaking sound snagged his attention. Gai . Gai was home. Only the front door of their tiny apartment creaked like that, no matter how much oil he put on the hinges to try and get it to stop.

Gai could help him think of more enjoyable things. He was great at doing that.

Bolting up from his seat, Kakashi rushed towards the front room and threw his arms around Gai’s neck, hugging him tightly as he tried to maneuver himself around the body that had suddenly appeared. Not that this was anything new for Gai. Kakashi had started making a habit out of greeting him like this years ago when they first moved into their apartment, and he had never missed the opportunity to greet Gai with just as much enthusiasm as the day before.

Behind him, Pakkun came trudging along after being forced to wake up from his two hour long nap on Kakashi’s lap. The poor pug dog was rarely ever happy to be awoken so rudely, but he usually forgot about his gripes with Kakashi’s sudden movements when he was presented with treats a few minutes after the daily greetings.

“You needed a break, I see.” As always, Gai could see right through him. Whether it was because he was vibrating with excitement or because Gai could see that he had made an absolute mess of his hair while running his fingers through it stressing over his paperwork, it didn’t really matter. Gai was home now and a few hours of relaxing before bed was exactly what he had been looking forward to all day. “Work sending you too much paperwork again?”

“You know how they are.” Hiding his face in Gai’s neck, he closed his eyes and relaxed while Gai set everything down on the small table they had by the door and wrapped his arms around his waist. “Whenever I finish paperwork they send me more. I’m certain they’re pawning off everyone else’s paperwork on me.”

There were actually more accountants than just him. There had to be, for a company as big as Hiruzen-sama’s was. He and his husband, Danzo-Sama, owned restaurants all over the country. One person couldn’t possibly do the paperwork for every single one of them, but some days it felt like they were determined to have Kakashi try.

“Well, I think you should quit.” Tilting his head to the side, Kakashi cracked his right eye open and stared up at Gai. “What? It’s true! You deserve a job where you’re not overworked and constantly stressed.”

“Are you going to find me one of those?” He huffed, forever amused by Gai’s insistence that he find a better job. He had tried to do that in the past and it never worked out. Either his new boss didn’t like him because he was smarter than them, or his new co-workers refused to work with him because he was socially awkward.

Usually the second one. His first day never went well enough for him to stick around and let his boss learn just how smart he was. Honestly, he was lucky he was always allowed to come back after every new attempt. Most bosses would have gotten fed up with him continuously quitting and coming back after three years, but Hiruzen always welcomed him back with a pile of paperwork twice the size as what he had left behind.

Feeling Gai’s arms retracting from his waist, Kakashi whined. He wasn’t done getting comfort hugs yet, but Gai seemed determined to pull away. No matter how much Kakashi tried to squirm his way back into that warm hug Gai continued to retract his arms until he was able to take a step back. With space now between the pair, Gai moved his hands onto Kakashi’s shoulders and gazed deep into his eyes.

It was a little unsettling if he was being honest with himself.

“What if I told you—well if maybe I…” Gai fell silent. It seemed pretty obvious that he was trying to break some sort of news to Kakashi, but he was having troubles doing it, which only made Kakashi worry.

Had Gai found him a new job? Was he going to have to go through the ‘quit, start new job, get fired, and go back to beg for his old job back’ routine all over again? Were they ever going to stop with this stupid game and admit he was stuck where he was?

“Oh, no. Don’t get that look.” Gai’s words cut through his thoughts, pulling him back to the present and to those soft kind eyes that always seemed to look at him with more love than he could imagine anyone having for someone like him. “It’s a good thing. I did a good thing, Kakashi. Well, I think I did.”

Another moment of doubt, and more worries rushed through Kakashi’s mind. There was no way this could end well for him at all. It never did.

“Gai,” nibbling at his bottom lip, Kakashi took a deep breath and forced a smile onto his face, “I’m good where I am. I know it’s not perfect and it’s a lot of work, but it’s a job. I get paid to be there and that job helped us buy the dojo so it’s a good thing isn’t it?”

There’s no way they would have been able to afford to support Gai’s dream without the money he was making under Hiruzen. No other job paid well enough for them to afford their apartment and save up the money they needed to get Gai’s dojo. The money his father had left him in high school had only been enough to buy the place, not refurbish it and get all of the equipment they needed, and Gai’s job as a trainer at the local gym hadn’t been paying him much at all.

He owed a lot to Hiruzen, so finding another job that wasn’t going to work out in the end wasn’t ideal for him at this point.

Unfortunately, Gai wasn’t convinced.

“It’s not just a new job, Kakashi.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes a bit. Gai’s pep talks always started like this and he always ended up going with whatever new job his boyfriend had found for him. It was getting exhausting. “I mean it. I didn’t talk to someone to get you a chance at a new firm, or to have you doing more paperwork behind a desk.”

Ok, that did sound a bit new. It wouldn’t hurt to at least listen to Gai, would it?

“So,” he raised an eyebrow, still a little unimpressed, “what is it? Did you get me a fast food job? Am I going to be telling teenagers how to make hamburgers and deal with customers yelling at me because they got a pickle on their burger?”

Fast food workers really didn’t get paid enough for the bullshit they had to put up with.

“I would never dream of getting you a job like that.” Gai frowned. “No, I got… well, I found a small place near the dojo that was up for sale. It was really cheap and we still had enough money left over after all of the renovations.”

“Gai, please tell me you didn’t buy another place…” It was enough to have to do the finances for Gai’s dojo on top of all of the work he did for Hiruzen’s companies. Another place to take care of on top of all of that would probably put him in an early grave. “Isn’t one dojo enough? I can’t handle…”

A finger pressed against his lips, cutting off the rest of his sentence.

“I did not buy another building so I could have another dojo.” There was a hurt look in Gai’s eyes when Kakashi looked back at him. “Do you really think… Kakashi, you’ve given up more than enough for me already.”

Ok, he deserved that one. Gai was the sweetest person he had ever met. There was no way he was going to buy himself another building without consulting Kakashi. Especially when Kakashi had put in so many extra hours just so they could afford everything they needed for the first dojo.

“Then what is it?” He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for an explanation.

“Well, it’s just a small place.” Tilting his head, Kakashi waited for clarification. “Just enough for a small display room and a large kitchen in the back for you to work in.”

A kitchen? That sounded an awful lot like something he had been dreaming about for years. A dream he had only ever dared to share with Gai while they were laying in bed drifting off to sleep.

“Gai…” He was almost afraid to ask. Scared that all of the excitement building up inside of him would come crashing down when Gai told him that his assumptions were wrong. “Did you… are we going to need money to set up a… a bakery?”

The last word left his mouth in a whisper, fear coursing through his veins as he waited for an answer.

There was no verbal response. Just a shy nod of Gai’s head and suddenly Kakashi was throwing his arms around the other man’s neck and hugging him tighter than he ever had before.

“A bakery…” He buried his face into Gai’s neck, taking in the sweet familiar scent of the cologne that Gai put on every day after his afternoon shower. “We’re getting a bakery.”

“One where you can spend your mornings making all of the goodies you can think of.” Gai’s arms wrapped around his waist once more, pulling him close to his chest. “And it’ll be a hit, Kakashi. The only accounting you’ll have to do once we open up business is for your bakery and my dojo.”

“Our bakery,” Kakashi corrected him. “We both know if I try to do the advertisements, PR or anything involving interacting with people that the place is going to flop within a month.” He really wasn’t the best at talking to people. It’s why he always worked from home when he could, and avoided his co-workers when he had to go into the office.

“Our bakery.” Gai chuckled, squeezing Kakashi just a bit tighter into his hug. “And I got the first decoration that we can put up when we open it. But you’ll have to take care of it until the bakery is ready.”

Feeling Gai letting go of him once more, Kakashi whined. He hated giving up Gai’s hugs to do other things. It was never as good as being engulfed by those comfortable, warm arms that he loved so much.

“I’ll give you all of the hugs later, I promise.” A hand came up to his shoulder, carefully turning him around so that he could see the potted plant that Gai had set down on the table behind him earlier. It was the most beautiful plant he had ever seen. “I was told this would be the perfect plant for you.”

Apparently someone knew him very well.

“I love it.” He looked back at Gai with the biggest smile, chuckling when he saw the fond look in the taijutsu master’s eyes “It’ll look great at the front of the bakery where everyone can see it.”

A bakery. His bakery. Part of him still couldn’t believe it.

Reaching up he laid his hand against Gai’s cheek. “Tell me, what did I ever do to deserve you?”

“That’s a very long list.” Leaning down just a bit, Gai pressed a tender kiss to his neck. “One I’ll make sure to give you while we’re celebrating after dinner.”

An amazing boyfriend, a chance at his dream job, and promises of celebrations? There was no way today could get any better for him.

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Three months of endless, grueling work. That is what Kakashi had to put up with to see this day. Ripping out old shitty flooring, more expenses than he had been expecting when he first saw the place, setting up the kitchen just perfectly for him to work in, and finding all of the staff that they needed for their opening day. There had been more than a few bumps in the road, but they had finally made it.

At five in the morning he had crawled out of bed already dreading the thought of going back to his computer to look at more numbers. The sick feeling he got at the mere thought of having to waste away another day organizing Hiruzen-sama’s company accounts had been more than enough to make him want to vomit. A feeling that he had, unfortunately, gotten far too used to over the years.

Then that moment of realization hit him. The date on the calendar he kept up on the kitchen wall beside the fridge caught his eye, and all of those sickly gross feelings washed away.

His last day had been a week ago. Hiruzen-sama had already called him two days after he had finished at the company asking him when he would be coming back, and had laughed when Kakashi told him that he hadn’t even been able to start his new job yet. It had made Kakashi angry but he had pushed it into the back of his mind and focused on finishing the work he and Gai were doing on the new bakery.

And now here he was. Standing at the front of the bakery after having finished making all of the cupcakes, cookies, cakes, pastries and other goodies for the day. His new designers, Sai and Shikamaru, were in the back putting icing on the cupcakes and cakes. The salesperson, Sakura, was in the midst of organizing everything into the display cases, and he was currently busying himself with finding the right place to put his plant.

The plant that Gai had gotten him when he had come home with news of his new purchase. A Zamioculcas zamiifolia according to every bing search that he did to find out how to take care of the thing.

Kakashi had been convinced he would kill it within a few days because of his habit of forgetting to take care of things (including himself), but it had somehow managed to survive until today. It was even bigger than when he had first gotten it which was, in his personal opinion, a miracle.

The sound of dogs barking at the front door alerted Kakashi to his new guest. One Maito Gai in the midst of trying desperately to rein back a large black bull dog and the much smaller, but no less feisty, pug dog that were currently attempting to follow him into the bakery.

“I told you to wait outside.” He could tell Gai was trying to scold the dogs, but his voice was much too soft and kind for it to really have any effect on them. “No dogs in the bakery. We’ll be right out, I promise.”

It was sort of cruel to keep them outside in his opinion. The pair were used to always being by his side at all times, and neither of them had taken it well when Gai dropped him off at the bakery at six in the morning and closed the door before either of them could jump out to follow him. Thankfully Gai’s dojo didn’t have the same health code laws against having pets inside, so Gai decided to spoil his morning class with a visit from his boyfriends hounds.

“You know, if you want them to listen you’re going to have to put a little more strength into your voice,” he offered, laughing when Gai turned to glare at him “Exactly. Take that look and put it into words.”

Gai did not seem to enjoy his humor as much as he did, simply rolling his eyes in response to Kakashi’s words and giving the dogs one final look with a soft ‘two seconds’ before allowing the door to close and turning his full attention to Kakashi.

His eyes seemed to examine Kakashi for a moment. A smile spread across his face as he stepped up to his side and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“I think this is the happiest I’ve seen you since…” Hearing the pause, Kakashi couldn’t help but chuckle. Had it really been that long since he had been happy? How bad was his accounting work getting to him that Gai had to think of when the last time he was genuinely happy was? “Oh, since we adopted Bull!”

Well, that was pretty bad. They had adopted Bull 7 months ago and now Gai was telling him that he hadn’t been as happy as that moment since? That was sort of depressing.

Though, maybe this was just a turning point for him. If things worked out he was never going to have to return to that shitty desk space in their apartment, spending hours sitting and staring at a computer screen. The only finance work he’d have to do from now on was for his own bakery and Gai’s dojo, and somehow that didn’t feel nearly as daunting a task.

“Here,” holding out the Zamioculcas zamiifolia to Gai, he smiled when his boyfriend returned his gesture with a confused look, “I have no idea where to put it, and you’re great at making things look amazing. You chose the layout here after all, so you choose where this goes.”

Taking the plant from Kakashi, Gai took a few short strides up to the front till and carefully placed the plant off to the side, moving the small business card stand right in front of it.

“I think it looks best here, right out front.” He beamed, and somehow Kakashi found himself falling in love with that smile all over again. “It pulls the look together perfectly.”

Kakashi was about to respond when the sound of barking dogs caught his attention once more. Turning to look at the door, he smiled when he saw a brunette stumbling past Bull and Pakkun into the building.

“S-Sorry.” The man held up his hands towards the dog, giving them a smile when they continued to bark at him. “I didn’t see you there little guy.”

“Ahh, Pakkun’s hiding and trying to trip people again.” Gai chuckled, glancing over at Kakashi as he spoke. “You really must get him out of that habit.”

“It has been three years since I got him,” Kakashi argued. “At this point there is nothing I can do.”

Giving his head a shake Gai returned his attention to the customer now standing at the front door. “I see you found your way here quickly.”

“Kind of hard not to.” The brunette smiled back at them. “You’ve had this place under construction for months and it’s right beside my favorite coffee place.”

“At least people noticed us getting ready,” Kakashi muttered under his breath, noticing the moment that the other man’s eyes caught sight of the plant that Gai had put beside the till. “I see the plant is already getting attention.”

“Well, it’s kind of hard not to notice it.” Kakashi watched as the man brought a hand up to settle in his hair, his eyes lighting up when he looked over at Gai. “You made sure it didn’t die.”

“Actually, he took pretty good care of it himself.” Even though Gai was trying to say it with pride, Kakashi felt like he had just been insulted. As if it was expected that he would kill the plants if left alone with it for too long. Of course, he wasn’t wrong. Kakashi wasn’t known to remember to water his plants and most of them died within a few days of being left in his care. That still didn’t mean he needed to have his boyfriend act so surprised at his ability to keep one single plant alive. “Kakashi, instead of getting upset why don’t you offer our customer a treat?”

Taking his cue, Kakashi turned away from his boyfriend with a soft huff and picked up the plate of samples that he had made up for anyone who decided to wander into the store.

“Here.” He held it out towards the men, glaring at Gai when he gave him an unimpressed look. “What?”

“I can see why you said he stays in the back,” Sakura giggled from behind the counter where she was still putting treats out on display. “That was pretty bad.”

“I hate you both,” Kakashi grumbled under his breath, watching as the brunette ignored their little argument and picked up a small chocolate cupcake with just a little bit of frosting on top, and plopped it into his mouth.

His eyes immediately lit up, a smile pulling at his lips as he looked over at Gai.

“You must have hired the best baker in town.” He smiled brightly. “That’s amazing!”

“Well,” Kakashi met Gai’s gaze, smiling when he saw the proud look on his boyfriend’s face, “he might not be the best with people, but he is amazing in the kitchen.”

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