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hebimoonlightwrites · 2 years

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i just got lucky and got a dm from ryu on twitter bc of the event and im so happyyyyy💖😭 it inspired me to write a request for you🥺 how about one-shot where ryu makes a special cocktail for reader while they are trying to hint on their crush on ryu/try to confess but it seems to fly over his head. however ryu knew all along and it ends in something sweet like a kiss🥺 i love your writings already and i had to think up something worthwhile for you to write hehe also hope your day is always nice and pleasant💖 thank you!

Writer's corner: You're so lucky! I'm so happy you got a DM from Ryu!! Unluckily I haven't received any... oof. Well, I'll try next time, though! Yay! Also, of course! Thank you for requesting it! I love writing about adorable stuff like this one! Hope you like it! If not, please let me know and ask for another one, so I can write something else for you! Enjoy~

Warnings: fluff and adorable stuff~ And Ryu-kun being Ryu

⋆𝓡𝔂𝓾 𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓮⋆ "𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓲𝓽."~

“Come on, y/n! You can do it!”, you said to yourself, standing in front of the Bar 4/7. You have decided to go there and, finally, try to confess your crush to Ryu. He was the bartender-in-training of that bar and, also, a member of The Cat’s Whiskers. It had been hard for you to finally decide to give it a try, but you actually had. You were standing exactly in front of that bar’s door!!

You sighed, sure to enter, and went for reach the door handle, but stopped because the door opened, revealing exactly Ryu’s shape. He smiled at you immediately, as he talked to you:

“Kawaii-chan/kun! (Cute-chan/kun) Long time not to see you!! You came to visit the charismatic bartender Ryu-kun~?”

He hugged you smiling while you were blushing because of his cuteness.

That nickname he gave you... You remembered why he called you by that and immediately got more embarrassed. It was because he told you once you were cute while booping your nose. It made your heart beat so fast.. You thought you were about to pass out!

“Oh, uhm.. Hi, Ryu! I went here to-”, you said, trying to hide your embarrassment as much as you could, but end up getting interrupted by him. Ryu looked at you still smiling and then grabbed your hand, starting running into the bar, yelling that he had to show you something.

“Ahahahahah!!! Ryu-kun learned how to make a new cocktail last night!!! Kawaii-chan/kun maybe wants to try it!!!! Right~?”, he said, making you sit in front of the bar counter. Then he ran behind it and started messing everything up, trying to grab some glasses and bottles. He opened every drawer and cupboard and threw some plates and glasses he didn’t need onto the floor, just like girls do with clothes while choosing what to wear. You giggled. Surely Yohei would have scolded him later! It wasn’t the first time he broke something by throwing it onto the floor on purpose, just because it’s fuuuun~.

Then you cleared your throat and breathed, trying to calm down. You had to focus more on the reason why you had gone there to see Ryu. You had to confess your feelings to him, or well.. at least try to!

“Ryu, I-”, he interrupted you again while running among the bar’s chairs.

“WHERE DID I PUT THE SOCK?!”

You opened your eyes wide. A.. a sock? Why did he need a sock? What for?! You stared at him, seeing that white-haired boy jumping on tables, in order to see from above the bar’s pavement. Then he ran up the stairs, letting you alone.

You stayed in front of the bar counter with a quizzical expression and tried to listen closely to what was going on upstairs. There was basically the place where Shiki and Ryu used to live.

After some seconds you heard running steps again and then you saw Ryu turning the corner, jumping happily towards the bar counter.

“HEHEHEHEH!!! I found it!!!!”, he said and then put blue sock, which also seemed to be used and.. oof.. stinky, on the table, next to a cocktail glass and some liquors’ bottles.

“I’mma create something interesting here! You’ll be surprised by how charismatic I am!!”, he said changing his voice, as he usually did, to a more excited one. Then you saw him starting mixing some of those bottles together into that cocktail glass. You looked for some seconds still, a little bit confused and shocked. Was he going to use also that sock? Was it his or Shiki’s?... Probably Shiki’s.....

Alright, y/n.. You can try again.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, and then try to speak again:

“Ryu... The reason why I came here actually is..”, you pointed your eyes to that crazy white-haired guy, who looked at you back with a curious expression on his face. You stopped.

Damn.. It was harder than you even expected. Ryu’s purple eyes were staring at yours, while his movements had stopped and he was still there holding that blue sock with his right hand and the cocktail glass with his left one. You did have no idea what to say and you barely thought to be able to hear your own heart beating faster. You hoped Ryu couldn’t also spot your heart’s beat.

“I...”

Now or never, y/n!

“I came here because I-”

He interrupted you again by laughing and starting mixing those stuff all together into the glass: “Kawaii-chan/kun came here to see me, because they missed me!!!! They can’t dislike Ryu-kun because Ryu-kun is the most charismatic bartender they have ever me-!!”

This time it was you to interrupt Ryu.

“Shut up for a second and listen to me, would ya?!!!?!!?”, you yelled, standing up, putting your hands on the bar counter and pointing your eyes on Ryu’s ones. You both were so close to each other that you even could feel his breathing... His look was shocked. Of course he didn’t expect you to scream suddenly.

“I LOVE YOU, RYU-KUN. I LIKE YOU!! I’VE HAD A CRUSH ON YOU FOR A LONG TIME..!”, you screamed, closing your eyes while saying it. Your body was shivering because of anxiety.

After your voice there was only silence. You realized that the silence was so deep that you even could listen to all those noises which were outside the bar. You didn’t have the courage to open your eyes.. Who knows how he’d have looked at you? Or even what he’d have said to you?

What you really knew was that you loved him, you truly did. And you knew it could have seemed strange, but you truly fell in love with him, with Ryu Natsume himself, and loved him for the way he was, even if he was annoying sometimes.

But you had to open your eyes. You had to face the reality, to face his reaction and his thoughts about it. You couldn’t hide behind your eyelids.

You didn’t manage to open your eyes that you felt a pair of soft but cold lips onto yours. After that you realized it was actually Ryu’s ones. Was it really happening?! That kiss was so adorable.. You had no words. Between that kiss he only said: “𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓲𝓽..” with a deeper voice and then re-kissed you.

He.. He knew it?! How...?

After the kiss you looked at him blushing red while he seemed to have put his usual crazily happy expression on his face. You had so many questions to ask him! You were about to say something when he told you:

“Ahahahahah! Kawaii-chan/kun is as red as a tomato!! Should I change your nickname and call you Akai-chan/kun (Red-chan/kun)?!... Well... 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽~.”

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xseaxwitchxkpop · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet: Sub!Yeosangie Edition

A/N: I couldn't wait I had to do this now lol what is patience??? Also forgive any mistakes I wrote this at like 2am lmfao

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Doesn't matter what kind of sex it was, he will always be a content and giggling baby boy afterwards. He absolutely needs nose kisses and boops as rewards, like a cat, and needs to bury his face in your neck so he can smell your scent as a way to calm him and bring him back down to earth. He will also love it when you gently thumb his cheekbones!

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on him is probably his hands just because he uses them so often to hide his face when he's flustered. His favorite body part on his partner would probably be the neck because he is another one of the members that values intimacy and there's something very sensual and intimate yet very possessive about his face and head buried in your neck.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He doesn't really have a strong preference for cumplay of any type and he doesn't have a strong opposition to any cumplay either. So long as you're having your way with and he's living his best sex life, he doesn't care if you spit his load in his mouth and make him swallow it or if you cum in ass with your dick or fake cum

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He'd only have kinky sex as a submissive with a partner he loves and trusts dearly so he's pretty open about want he wants and doesn't really have much of a dirty secret to keep. However, if you pull at his teeth hard enough, you will find out that the one fantasy he has been keeping from you is that he wants you to have him use a hollow dildo on you during his caging period for that extra layer of humiliation and degradation...plus you don't have to be punished when he is also being punished during this fantasy

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's had hook ups in the past, not a high count or anything, maybe like 5 or 6, but those were always relatively vanilla and/or had him in a more dominant position which he wasn't a big fan of. He knows what he's doing when pleasuring you, that's for sure, but in a solid relationship, he learned to let himself go and found that he absolutely CANNOT go back to even a shadow of a dominant position in bed.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

His favorite position is definitely cowgirl, with you on top. He loves that with this position he has easy access to your thighs and ass, the ease with which you can choke him lightly or more intensely, and the sheer amount of control you have in this position while allowing him to touch you because that's how he grounds himself, always has to be touching some part of you or you touching some part of him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sex with Yeosang is light-hearted most of time, very warm, very giggly, very cute, and very humorous. He likes cracking jokes or delivering some dry wit and sarcasm in the bedroom because that's just who he is and he doesn't see why that can't translate to the bedroom. Because of this, I feel he would prefer gentle domination and a partner who should know how to banter well both outside and inside the bedroom. He does like it slow and sensual sometimes, but if he's in a very soft mood, he'll prefer sensual touches rather than sex itself. On occasion he does like it rough and fast, but it's gotta be a VERY specific mood for him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Like the others, definitely trims but just calls it a day at that. He doesn't really bother with shaving all the way and doesn't care if you don't either.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Another member that values intimacy to the highest degree! Humor is part of how he connects with people and navigates the world, so the same is to be said in the bedroom. He loves when you make him a giggly mess with humor in the bedroom with and feels more connected each time. Surprisingly, he doesn't shy away from eye contact and he actually really likes it because it adds another layer of intimacy to the experience! Also forehead kisses...you might be the dominant one, but there's something so sweet and reassuring and very intimate yet possessive about subs giving their doms/dommes forehead kisses and that's exactly what he does to you! Every single y'all have sex, without fail, no matter how kinky or light.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

The only times he really jacks off is either guided masturbation from you or if he is intensely horny to the point it is literally interfering with what he has to do that day in which he'll just get it done and over with in the shower or a quick one in the bathroom. This has nothing to do with rules put in place, he just doesn't have a high sex drive despite his incredibly dirty humor.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He's open to trying most things, but not as many things as San. Some of Yeosang's kinks would include choking, biting, hair pulling, light restraints, sensory deprivation, voice kink, temperature play, edging, pegging/anal play, caging, light nipple play, marking, and nail scratching.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Literally any place he can comfortably lay flat because his fave position is cowgirl. One of his top favorites, however, is a rather large ottoman that he has to prop himself up on by the elbows when he leans back in a sitting position so you have to kind of sit on his lap and this forces him to use his lower body strength because he also has to fuck into you if you're fucking him in this position. Also don't forget, when the mood hits him, to rail him on a table or counter or coffee table or on a balcony window with him wearing a skirt and oversized sweater!

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You commanding him to do something with a gentle and sweet voice gets him going like nothing else. The best part is that you can do this in public very blatantly and none would be the wiser save for you and him. What also really turns him on is when you're very attentive and can read him easily without having to ask or say anything; you do that, he will pounce on you and be the best service top you could ask for.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Touch deprivation. I know I said he is into sensory deprivation and he is -- just more so in the sight, hearing, and scent departments, those he can handle. If he can't feel you somewhere on his body, whether you touching him or vice versa, he will freak out and immediately get pulled out of sub space, even if he's very deep in it (and being pulled abruptly from sub space or dom/domme space is very harsh on the psyche and can take minutes to DAYS to rectify and heal so is a very big no-no in the BDSM community). He also does not like to share at all; you are his and he is yours, no negotiation. He's a very possessive submissive because he trusts you with a side of him that maybe one or two other people know about and that is his safe space -- he cannot have others enter that space because he would no longer feel safe.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

If asked what heaven was, he would respond with you sitting on his face and tugging at his hair. That's his favorite position to give you oral! He also really likes when you go down on him because one wrong move and you could easily bite his dick...it's the power you yield with nothing but your mouth on his most intimate parts and a hand on his thigh and another on his abdomen.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

As I've pointed out earlier, light-hearted sex is what he likes best, so the pace is...moderate? There's nothing pushing y'all to be fast and rough and there's not an air of heavy emotion and lustful passion for each other so y'all just go at a pace that's matches whatever happy and joyful mood and banter is happening. On the rare occasion he does want it rough and fast, he wants to be brutally fucked until he can't think, can't make a sound, tears staining his cheeks, asshole gaping, and drool running down the sides of his mouth, panting to try to catch his breath.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He really doesn't like them. He prefers taking his time and having what could be called "care-free sex."

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He likes experimenting with new things every once in a while, but for the most part, he likes to stick with what works and if something new works well, he adds it to his rotation.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Can go two or three rounds, depending on his mood and level of exhaustion. With rough and fast sex, he can only take one round unless you decide to overstimulate him (which is every time) in which you can draw out two orgasms, one after the other. But then he is spent and it's aftercare time!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He's got a set of dildos and anal plugs, mainly to prep himself for you, but you'll sometimes use them on him to fuck him with unless you're using a strap on. He also has a couple of cock cages because he's into chastity and a couple of cock rings for fun, but other than that, he prefers good old touching and teasing with what you and he were born with.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

His teasing comes in the form of banter and benign insults, hoping you'll engage and respond with a hand on his throat or a quick dick grab. Other than that, he isn't much of a tease -- if anything, his partner is the tease to him because it's so easy to make him flustered.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's certainly not the loudest in the bunch, but if you hit his spot just right, he'll be moaning so fucking loudly that it could be heard on the planet Mars. For the most part, though, he just pants and lets out whimpers here and there, most of his enjoyment is shown through his body language and facial expressions.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He absolutely lives for wearing lacy lingerie beneath his clothing just for you. He doesn't so this as often as he'd like to because of his job as an idol, but when he can, he takes full advantage and wears a lacy bralette AND lacy underwear that does nothing to support his dick btw.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His length is average but he is on the girthier side which caused you to have to work yourself open and up to his size. The first time he dove into you wasn't terribly painful, but there was a bit of a sharp pain that quickly disappeared into pleasure.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I'd say he probably has an above average sex drive, but not necessarily a high one. He is a healthy male who is in damn good shape, so it goes to say that his sez drive might increase a bit because of that. Anyway, sex itself isn't frequent but there are loads of sensual touches all the time -- he can't get enough of you in that sense.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The atmosphere created with the typical light-hearted sex y'all engage in added with the sleepiness of post-orgasm bliss makes for a perfect concoction of sleeping medication. You're warm and content, he's warm and content, so y'all fall asleep in each other's arms. For the rough and fast sex, though, you have to make sure he doesn't fall asleep immediately so he doesn't go into sub drop, so you do your best to lightly tap him on the cheek and keep him talking, hydrated, and fed.

#ateez #sub!ateez #yeosang #sub!ateez alphabet #sub!yeosang #sub!idol #sub!kpop #my works #lemon hours #ateez headcannons #ateez imagine

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milfgyuu · 3 years

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Window Seat → Pairing: Lim Jaebeom x Fem!Reader Tags: 1.2k, Coffee Shop AU, Flirting, Strangers, Got7 Valentine Collection 2020. Summary: In which you have a massive crush on the owner of the little cafe you frequent and as it turns out, the feeling is mutual.

→ GOT7 Valentine Collection 2020

The little cafe on the corner near your apartment has become your home away from home. It’s picture-perfect with it’s towering bookshelves, cozy corner booths, warm amber lighting, and it comes with Felix the fluffy gray tabby who likes to sleep on the counter and accept compliments while you order your coffee.

The owner of the cafe is also a huge selling point for you.

Jaebeom, as you’ve come to learn over the last few weeks of frequenting the cafe several times a week, is kind of perfect. He always greets you with a kind smile and after your third visit, he remembers exactly how you like your drinks and insists upon delivering it to you while you lounge in the open window seat.

He is a quiet, meticulous man but incredibly handsome and warm. Though you do come here with the intention of burying your nose in a book you can’t help sneaking peeks at Jaebeom here and there. You smile to yourself when he stops to dote on Felix in between cleaning and organizing, stroking his fur with a broad grin before booping his nose and going on his way leaving Felix with a disgruntled look on his furry face.

Today the cafe is near empty because it’s Valentine’s day and most folks are out to dinner with their loved ones. Something you are not partaking in this year because you’re single, which is not a bad thing. You ended your terrible relationship almost a year ago and have spent that time learning to love yourself again and coming to terms with doing things on your own. However, just because you are happy by yourself doesn’t mean you want to be home alone on a night like this.

You’ve had a long day at work and the quiet comfort of the cafe is exactly what you needed to unwind. You haven’t seen Jaebeom yet and your face falls ever so slightly when you see his only employee, Johnny behind the counter meaning the owner was out. Johnny is very sweet but he doesn’t make your drinks just right nor does his dazzling smile warm your insides like that of a certain other.

You take your cup and place it on the table before curling up on your favorite window seat and taking out your latest read. After a half-hour or so you feel something fuzzy rub up against your calf and find Felix the cat making himself comfortable on the seat next to you. You smile at him and smooth your hand over his fur lovingly and he returns the gesture by pressing his head into your palm happily.

You’re so busy doting on the tabby that you’re startled when someone takes your cup and replaces it with another. “Oh! I’m not quite finished with that,” You say politely, your sentence trailing off when you look into Jaebeom’s handsome face.

“Johnny can be a little heavy-handed with the cinnamon and you’ve barely touched it since you sat down,” He commented, swishing the almost full contents of your previous drink, confirming his suspicions, “I made you a new one just the way you like it.”

You stared at him with a dumbstruck look for a moment. ‘Since you sat down’? How long has he been here and... he was watching you?

“I- thank you!” You sputter clumsily, realizing you hadn’t spoken yet but Jaebeom’s grin only widens, “I didn’t realize you were here,” You finish lamely.

Jaebeom takes a seat on the other side of Felix, scratching his chin lightly, “Johnny had dinner reservations with his girlfriend so I told him I would close up tonight.”

Oh. Does that mean?

“You don’t?” You ask on impulse before you can stop yourself.

Jaebeom smirks at your flustered state and that is a new look on him you could get used to seeing. “Don’t have a girlfriend?” He asks with a perked brow.

You look away briefly, your cheeks now bright pink, “I’m sorry, that’s personal,” You wave him off, “My mouth exposes my curiosities before my brain has time to censor them so please feel free to ignore that.”

“You’re incredibly cute when you’re nervous, anyone ever told you that?” He mentions almost offhandedly while he scans the rest of the room, making sure all is well within.

“You’re more talkative then I imagined you would be,” You retort, rolling your eyes lightly to cover up the way your stomach is doing backflips at his comment.

“So you think about me?” He teases and you’re so taken aback that you almost roll too far to the side and right off the seat but Jaebeom sticks out a hand to steady you, landing firmly on your thigh.

You quickly right yourself and your pink blush turns bright red as Jaebeom slowly removes his hand but before either of you can say anything someone comes through the door and heads up to the counter to make an order. Jaebeom stands and gives you a polite smile, but before he turns to leave you he leans in to whisper, “To answer your question; no, I don’t have a girlfriend. I’ve been waiting to find someone who likes spending just as much time in a quiet little cafe as I do.”

With that Jaebeom gives you a wink and turns to head toward the counter. He only makes it a few steps before spinning on his heel and calling out to you, “Uh, Enjoy the coffee!” He says almost bashfully with a bright smile, his hand scratching lightly at the back of his head. It seemed like he used up all that cool confidence a moment ago and the thought makes you grin cheesily to yourself.

You watch him for a moment as he greets the stranger at the counter and begins making him a drink. You suppose it might be safe to continue to admire him from afar since he is busy mixing and measuring but his eyes meet your own only a moment later and you look away quickly, though you’re sure you hear his quiet chuckle. When you lean over to grab your cup you notice something written on the napkin in tiny, neat handwriting and you hold it up to read it quietly.

“I’ll probably be too nervous to ask your name, so to the beautiful girl who frequents the window seat in my cafe: Since you’re here tonight I’m really hoping you might be in need of a valentine because I would really like to be yours. -Jaebeom.”

Glancing over you see that Jaebeom must have gone into the back to get something and you take a moment to do a little happy dance, grinning with absolute delight and you’re in your own little world when someone clears their throat next to you and you look up at Jaebeom’s smirking face.

“Was the coffee that good?” He asks hopefully and you know he means more than the drink.

Instead of falling victim to his teasing, you hold out your hand and he takes it gently in his own, “My name is, Y/N,” You say with a quiet smile, “And I was wondering what you were doing after you close up tonight.”

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vostokovasmelina · 3 years

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— 𝐀𝐏𝐀��𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟑𝐂. (𝐬.𝐰.)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢 | 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

characters: fem!reader; sam wilson; archibald the tabby cat; sarah wilson

word count: 3.1k+

warning: mentions and descriptions of alcohol, death, grief, trauma, therapy, depression – i call this post-snap realism

series summary: after the blip, sam wilson gets home to an unpleasant surprise - his key doesn’t fit the lock anymore and his apartment is now inhabited by a stranger and a grumpy feline. however, the unusual encounter is only the beginning of their post-blip lives and the reader soon learns that what life takes away, it can give back in the most particular ways.

a/n: the ending is a dark unedited mess, so proceed with caution

Taking a cautious sip of your hot beverage, you watched this absolute gatecrasher of a man trying to make up his mind about whatever he was so confused about – Sam kept looking all around your apartment as if searching for something he had left there, his slightly lost and disoriented expression sending a sudden wave of guilt rushing over you. Now that you thought about it, it really must have sucked absolute cheese for him to come home hoping he could finally have that huge cup of strong black coffee he had been anticipating ever since having defeated that enormous purple bastard from Outer Space, only to find that his coffee machine was long gone and now this random lady with a philodendron problem and a judgmental cat were inhabiting the place with absolutely no room left for him whatsoever. It did sound tragic when you put it that way.

However, it really wasn’t your fault that you had needed to find a brand new residence approximately five years before. He really should have checked in with someone to make sure he still had somewhere to go home to. You were quite clearly the real victim here. And Lord only knew how poor Archie was going to process all the excitement of the day.

For a few seconds, you contemplated whether or not to put your thoughts into words, and eventually decided against it for the time being. The man had just helped save the world a few days before, after all, and out of what? Good conscience? Personally not for you, but you could appreciate it in others. And it would have been a real shame to die right when your fan-favourite succulents and killer new posting schedule had been attracting more Instagram followers than ever before. Thanks to the savior complex flaming inside of the gentleman standing before you though, the regular civilian had luckily escaped such terrible hardships. And special thanks to approximately a thousand and one other superheroes. Oh, and to an African country filled with similarly public-spirited people.

For a few awkwardly long seconds neither of you said a word. Sam kept looking around and you watched him look around, slowly lowering your mug onto the table and tilting your head slightly to the left. Weird how Sarah had never mentioned the brother believed to be dead for the last five years was this handsome. It is unfair, really. Some people are just naturally gorgeous no matter the shitty kitchen lighting, that tiny confused frown that had been sitting on their face for the last half hour, or those shiny black bugs for eyes tearing up ever so slightly to snitch on a long repressed yawn.

“Now that the drama is over and the Avengers as such are non-existent – have you considered a career in modeling yet?”

Sam snapped his head towards you with such force and speed that for a moment you were afraid you’d have to spend the rest of the afternoon sewing it back on his neck. You grabbed your mug still pretty much filled to the brim with tea and raised it back up to your mouth to hide your lingering half-smile behind a faded portrait of baby Archie on the ivory porcelain.

“Just saying, I would buy anything for this face on the package alone,” you continued with the confidence of a woman who hasn’t got a single drop of shame left in her body. But it was fine ‘cos you didn’t actually mean it, right? It was all just a joke, an attempt at lightening the mood and snapping him out of his puzzled melancholy. And that tiny flutter of your heart upon hearing Sam’s perfect little chuckle was but a momentary malfunction of the organ. The incident was purely physiological. No contribution from any emotional factors. It was simply an innocent coincidence that these two, completely unrelated things had co-occured.

So when your gazes met, you didn’t tear yours away in embarrassment – you stood your ground, completely unaffected and unbothered, ignoring the increasingly hot sensation in your cheeks when you saw Sam raise a cheeky eyebrow at you. Before even more damage could have been done, however, you decided to cut the party short.

“Oh, no. Don’t get your hopes up, Birdman. I simply couldn’t keep watching you in your deeply disturbed state.”

Very, very smooth. Cleared of all suspicion. Good job.

“Wow. Okay. That was cruel,” Sam scoffed and gave emphasis to his words by bringing up his right palm dramatically to his chest, right above his now most definitely broken heart. The overall effect got ruined by an annoyingly goofy grin in the end and before you even realised, you had already reached out for your massive mug again to drown your own erupting smile in the hot liquid.

In the silence that followed, however, you saw Sam’s smile fall ever so slightly, as if exhaustion or worry were holding onto the corners of his lips, physically tugging them down, and you shifted slightly uncomfortably in your seat. It was time you had stopped messing around with the poor guy.

“Look, I know this is weird but I’m sure we can find a solution. Just call Sarah so she can stop worrying now,” you suggested, finishing your tea and pushing the now empty mug to the middle of the table before leaning back in your seat.

“Ugh, yeah,” Sam started slowly, squatting down to get his mobile and the charger out of his massive sports bag. “Can I plug this in somewhere?”

You blinked at him a couple of times while he waited patiently for your answer. You could only imagine the number of missed calls and unread texts waiting for Sam on his phone, but you decided you didn’t know him enough to give him a lecture on behalf of his sister. So you just gave him a tired nod and gestured lazily towards your battered kitchen counter, Sam following your direction with his gaze.

“Above the microwave. Oh, and the socket farthest to the left–”

“–doesn’t work. I remember.” Sam flashed another exhausted but friendly smirk at you above his shoulder, and you allowed yourself to return the gesture to his back once he wasn’t watching.

“Right, sorry. Forgot I was the intruder here,” you joked, delighted to earn another one of those irritatingly lively chuckles of this man’s.

You seriously needed to get your shit together.

“Okay, while your phone is doing its thing, let’s call Sarah from mine, I guess” you continued, jumping up from your chair the moment Sam returned to the table and you headed towards your worn little couch where you scratched Archie gently behind his right ear. “Where have you put my phone, you dirty old man?” You cooed, smiling softly while sliding your hands under the cheap cushions and booping your irritated cat’s tiny nose when your fingers finally touched the cold metal you had been looking for.

Once seated again, you caught Sam staring at Archie, his eyes slightly narrowed in what appeared to be deep concentration. You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head, waiting for your uninvited guest to notice you.

“I don’t think your cat likes me too much,” he finally said, slowly tearing his gaze away from the pet feline’s and looking into your slightly more welcoming human eyes instead.

You chuckled dryly, turning around to see Archie in all his glory on the couch. He simply gave you an unbothered look before completely losing interest in the two of you, and he hopped of the couch, slowly making his way towards your bedroom where you knew he would bundle up under your bed on the cosy carpet. He had apparently decided it was time for his beauty sleep.

“Yeah, he’s like that with everyone. Nothing personal,” you assured Sam, who offered a tired half-smile in return. You cleared your throat gently, eyes fixed on your phone’s screen and fingers already searching for Sarah’s number. Once you had found it, you handed it to Sam whose only job left was to press the call button. You raised your eyebrows at him expectantly and he let out a sigh while reaching out for your mobile.

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It wasn’t like he didn’t want to talk to Sarah. Quite the opposite, actually. But he was embarrassed. Sam knew full well how furious his sister was going to be. And honestly, rightfully so. He couldn’t argue with that. After all, she did say there had been something she wanted to talk to him about. And Sam did hang up on her without a passable excuse. And he did let his phone die on his way back home to Louisiana.

Yeah, he most probably wasn't going to be nominated for this year's Brother of the Year award.

Their last call had happened two days before. Two days is a long time without any news from a brother who had just returned after having been believed to be dead for the past five years. And if you had been to ask him, Sam wouldn’t have been able to tell you what had gotten into him either but ever since the Blip, something had not been exactly right. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what was going on, so he hadn’t brought it up to anyone, but his brain felt slow and foggy as if it hadn't had time to catch up yet.

Sometimes, Sam worried that the molecules in his brain had been mixed up and hadn't been put back into their original places in the process of the whole turning-into-dust-and-back-into-human-form-again thing.

It was a silly thought, yes, but with everything going on in the world, would it really be that hard to believe?

"Hey hon! What's up?" Sam's thought process was cut off by the endearing voice of his sister, and though he was aware all this affection was not directed towards him – given that he had called Sarah on your phone – his heart did swell upon hearing her again.

And then he said hi and it all went south from there.

Sarah was obviously pissed.

She asked Sam if he had any idea how many texts and missed calls she had left him, and no, he had no clue but if he had to guess, the number would have been way high up in the double digits.

Then she started going off on Sam, using different kinds of actually very creative euphemisms – which was a problem because Sam got so distracted by his sister's choice of words that her short, well-thought out rant had very little effect on him, but at least he had enough self-respect left to get his sister off speaker at this point.

"Look, Sarah, I know I messed up but I'm fine! I swear," he started, cutting his sister short while subconsciously picking at the skin around the nail on his index finger with his thumb. "What if I stop by Andy's and tell him to give me their best apple pie?" Sam added, hoping this promise would serve as an ice-breaker. Sarah did love her desserts. A lot. And Andy always gave a discount to the Wilson family, too.

When he heard his sister's tired sigh, Sam's heart gave a hopeful flutter, but he was rudely dragged back onto the ground on his way to cloud nine the very next second.

"I'm doing the shopping at the moment. Just got here and it's gonna take long," Sarah replied, annoyance poking through all her words. Then, the tension that had been dominating the pair's call suddenly seemed to evaporate as Sam sensed a weak shadow of a smile in her following sentence. "But that apple pie does sound good."

Sam couldn't help the grin that creeped its way onto his face and he didn't even care about Sarah's semi-serious threat, saying how they were nowhere near finished yet. He muttered out a quick sorry again, promised Sarah to give her regards to you and finished the call with a charming 'I love you' to which his sister replied with a snarky 'I bet' before hanging up with a promise that she would call again when she got home.

Sam let out a relieved chuckle before handing you back your phone and taking the final sip of his slightly lukewarm coffee, watching your bright red-nailed fingers tap away on the device, and he swallowed harder and probably louder than he had meant to. You just happened to put your phone down the very next second, so he tried to cover up the gulp by clearing his throat and shifting his gaze from your nails to your eyes.

Beautiful eyes.

Well shit.

"So, I guess you're staying," you started hesitantly, raising your eyebrows at Sam in a slightly impatient manner, which snapped him out of his blissful thoughts and thrust him back into reality.

Was he staying? He certainly had nowhere to go now that he was practically homeless and his sister was unable to welcome him in her own home for the next two hours, at least. But then again, you were a complete stranger whose afternoon he had just disrupted, and it didn't matter how weird it felt seeing you be so at home in his apartment because it wasn't his anymore. It was yours and you had all the right to kick Sam out and he had absolutely zero right to argue.

But, thankfully, he didn't have to.

"Which is fine, by the way. I did promise you an explanation, after all." Sam couldn't quite ignore the hint of dread behind your words and he was ready to object, to leave you alone and spend the rest of his afternoon doing God-knows-what, but then you offered him another cup of coffee followed by a tiny but honest smile, and Sam just couldn't bring himself to say no.

* * *

Sam Wilson was ridiculously easy to open up to.

It made you want to commit a crime.

His gaze was so intensely warm that after a while, you were looking at everything in your apartment but him just to avoid accidentally trauma dumping on him, especially when you got to the part about group therapy.

Because you had met Sarah at a group therapy session approximately four and a half years before.

It had been clear from the very first minute that neither of you had actually wanted to be there and that both of you had been forced into this situation. Sarah had been dragged to group by an overly enthusiastic co-worker of hers whose crush on the counselor had been probably more intense than the trauma she had suffered – she had lost a dog and her neighbor to the right whom she had always talked shit about behind his back. She was a nice enough woman, but considering that people had lost actual family in the Snap, her presence had always been mostly aggravating, to say the least.

In your case, it had been your grandmother who had bullied you into going to one of the sessions because 'she had the same rotten mentality when Miss Taylor told her to go but then she found it life-changing'. At this point, you had become so indifferent to everything in the world that you hadn't needed much convincing to go. You had told yourself it would be one session anyway after which you would have told Grandma Ethel that 'therapy was simply not for you' and could have been back to your usual Thursday evening routine consisting of a cheap bottle of red wine and depressing reruns of trashy British reality shows from the late 2000s.

The actual sessions had never worked for you. They might have if you had actually spoken up at any of them but you had never become quite ready to talk about your loss in front of a dozen other people, most of whom you had already known. But then you had met Sarah and something about her had made you feel secure, secure enough to talk about them for the first time, so you had started hanging out at a café not too far from the community center and it had become the best thing in your life.

"And the rest is history," you finished, getting up from your chair to put both yours and Sam's mug in the sink and watered your nearby plants while at it.

"I'm really glad Sarah had someone by her side," Sam commented and you could hear a hint of guilt in his words but you decided to ignore it. You simply nodded and muttered out a weak 'yeah', saying you were just as happy to have found a friend like Sarah.

Then Sam said something that made all the muscles in your body tense up and you froze completely for the next couple of seconds.

"And have you seen your family yet? Now that they've come back?"

It was an innocent question. He doesn't know the whole story. So calm down.

You slowly put down the glass you had used earlier to water your plants and tried with every particle in your body to put on the best toothpaste commercial-worthy smile you could force out of yourself before turning back towards Sam and answering his absolutely understandable question.

"Yeah!" No. "They're doing well, actually!" They're fucking dead.

Sam's genuinely happy smile was way too much to handle and if it hadn't been for a call from Sarah, you would have broken down in tears right in front of him the very next moment.

So instead of all that, you decided to turn right back around, pour yourself a huge glass of cold tapwater and down it in one breath while Sam finished his brief conversation with his sister. The stinging pain in your chest that followed was enough to distract your thoughts until he was finally at the door, saying goodbye and thanking your for the coffee and saying sorry for intruding and taking absolutely way too fucking long to finally leave.

"Hey, um... I could give you my number? If you ever need anything or..."

He can't be serious.

"Sure! You can, ugh, put it in my phone," you replied, your hands shaking dangerously as you reached into your back pocket for your mobile and handed it to Sam, who knew better than to comment on it.

Once finished, he returned your phone with one of those irritatingly joyful smiles of his and with a final 'see you around' Sam Wilson was off and you proudly patted yourself on the back for successfully holding it together until you finally reached your couch.

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weeb-writor · 3 years

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Babysitting Aizawa’s 6... no 10 Nieces and Nephews

Hey There! Today we have the second part to the Aizawa fic I posted a few days ago! It can act as a stand alone so don't worry if you haven't read the first one! Ill try to post it here but I'm new at this. Also isn't much Shouta x you in this, just domestic fluff! More a set up for the loving in the next work, I hope you'll still read it anyway. Reader is neutral and I hope you all enjoy!

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Aizawa Shouta x Reader

Aizawa’s mom goes into the hospital for an emergency surgery and all his siblings turn to you to watch their kids, but you don't remember there names let alone their kids.

Words: 2610

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

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You look a bit of mess currently. You were sitting at home in your pj’s with about 20 pictures scattered around you and 20 pieces of paper. You looked like one of those crazy conspiracies theorists. When in reality you were only trying to learn your boyfriend's family’s names and likes, in preparation for Christmas of course. It was not going so well all you could remember was Saika was the eldest sister but which sister was she exactly? You looked between the two pictures on the table. None of the Aizawa’s age so that didn’t give away and you couldn’t remember if she had the long hair or the bob.

“God help me.” You mumbled with a sigh as you threw your head back. By some great miracle a phone call pulled you from the task. Surprised to see it was Aizawa you picked it up with a smile.

“Hey baby.” He said

“What’s up love? Aren’t you in class?” You said a tiny bit concerned.

“Should be but my mom’s going in for some emergency surgery, so me and my family are going up there.”

“Oh, are you alright?? Do you want me to come?” You rushed out to him

“No, and I’m fine. It’s a fairly low risk surgery from what I’m told. There is of course something you could do for me.” He said lowly

“And that would be?”

“My siblings need someone to watch their gremlins and I had the perfect person in mind.” He said with a light chuckle. You knew right away who this mysterious person was. Part of you wanted to say no because it was a lot of young kids but the other part of you knew you were gonna say yes. Even if he didnt say so, Aizawa was worried and he didn’t need to be stuck watching the kids, none of them did.

“Yes, of course! Tell your siblings to bring them to my place. I got a few toys from babysitting years ago.” You said getting up to get ready.

“You're a lifesaver.” He said fondly

“Says the hero, I love you babe, everything is gonna be fine and of course be safe.” You told him

“Love you more, kitty cat. You’ll be great, see you when I get home.” He said hanging up. Well now you were panicking. How many kids were there again? What about their parents? You couldn’t even remember their names. How are you supposed to greet them? Holy shit what did you get yourself into is all you could think as you rushed to clean your house. You were barely finished when the first knock came, you opened the door with a small smile.

“L/N!” A tall black haired man said. He looked like Shouta no doubt but he had an undercut and was taller.

“Please call me Y/N.” You smiled at him.

“Aww, you're too sweet! Seriously, how did Shouta end up with you?! Anyway, This is Haru and Jun, they are gonna be good little boys for you, right?” He paused as the boys nodded. “Thank you so much we should all be back to pick the kids at 10!” He said as he started to leave. You waved him off and showed the boys in.

“Alright! So I’ve got a few toys and I think i've got all the cartoon channels. I want to make sure we get all your cousins here first before we do something really fun.” You said to the little boys who immediately went to sit on your couch and watch the cartoons that were playing. You let out a huge sigh of relief. It was done prematurely as a knock at the door was heard. You opened it to reveal his two sisters which was which you didn't know.

“L/N you sweet little lifesaver! This is the rest of them except Rei, Daisuke, and Maki. They all walk together from school, we let them know to come here so don't worry about walking to go get them. Also, only two of them are still in diapers so you should be fine! Thank you so much, love.” The shorter one rushed out before she left, pulling her sister with her. You looked done at the baby that had somehow got into your hands. Alright this one was obviously in diapers, the one grasping on to your pant leg barely standing up was probably the other one in diapers. Okay you were now surrounded by um.. 6 six kids, maybe more you weren't sure.

“Okay, now that we're all here, wanna play a game? It's really fun I promise.” You said with a cute little smile but you were lying. You only wanted them to introduce themselves and say who their parents were. You had no idea how to make it fun.

“What kind of game?” A little girl asked, wait you knew this one! She was the only young girl when you first met all the siblings, it was Nozomi, right?

“A umm…. A… A scavenger hunt! Yeah! We're all gonna introduce ourselves and then get into groups by who your Mama's and Papa’s are and see who can find all the treasures first! Whoever wins gets a super cool prize.” You said hoping they didn't ask too many questions about the game you just made up. Which they didn't they all were giggling and saying incoherent things excited to play.

“We’ll go first since we're the oldest. Im Haru.” The tallest one with his hair pulled back into a ponytail said. “I is Jun! Our papa is Shiori! Can we play now??” The cute little blonde one said. Okay 2 down, Tall and hair pulled back is Haru, Small and blonde is Jun, they are both Shiori kids.

“Oh us next, us next! I'm Tetsuya, that's Umi, my lil sister, and Yukio is the one on your pants. My mama is Shizumi!” The boy said. He was a cute pudgy boy with black hair that covered his eyes. Umi, the little girl had her dark blue hair in two pigtails on top of her head. Lastly the little boy holding on to your pants also had black hair but it was super curly.

“L/N, Oni-chans at school and Taiyo is too small.” Nozomi said with teary eyes. Okay so the one in your hand is Taiyo, another one of Saika kids. Okay you got this. You made it through all 7 kids, you would worry about the 3 at school later.

“Its alright me and you can be a team okay?” You said as she beamed up at you nodding. Alright with that you went to place the sleeping Taiyo on your bed. You left the door open so you could hear if he started to cry or moved around too much. You took a sheet and made a makeshift sling for… Yukio, right!

“Okay so there are 3 hidden treasures around the house! One is a pink treasure chest filled with jewelry and prizes. The other is a huge blue fluffy whale, be careful it may bite! Lastly, there are 2 little lions wandering sound, we gotta catch. I'm gonna get you guys nets of course! First one to get all of these things and show me them gets a super cool prize!” You said as they erupted into cute tiny roars!

“Okay here are your nets! May the best team win!” You smiled at them as they took off. You felt a little bad for the Aizawa cats you had just set up to be chased but something told you they wouldn't mind. They were always so attention hungry this would probably please them.

“Okay then, lets go Nozomi!” You said grasping the young girl's hand. You knew where everything was of course so you just followed her around. Only helping her when you heard kids getting close to the hiding spots or helping her try to catch the cat. You guys had been playing for about an hour now, only needing to catch the cats who caught onto the game and were running for their lives.

“Kitty cat c’mere!” Jun said as he chased the gray cat around.

“Yeah! We jus wanna win.” Haru said following his brother. You laughed as the cat gently pawed at boys. Now that you were thinking about it there were so many boys in this family. Only 5 girls out of all these boys, Aizawa’s genes were strong for boys. You didn't get long to think before you saw a flash and heard a camera click. You turned to see 3 older children one with a camera.

“Oh man, Uncle Shouta is gonna be so happy.” The girl said with a smile. She looked to be about 12 and was blonde, if you had to guess she was Jun and Harus’s older sister. There were two boys next her one was probably the oldest of all the kids.

“Sorry for letting ourselves in, we were just knocking for a while and you didn't answer.” The older one said as they bowed.

“No no it's quite alright! Sorry for not answering, my hands are a little full!” You said as you had Taiyo still slung around your back and Umi squirming in your hands.

“Yeah, we can see that!”

“Daisuke! Rei! We gotta catch the kitties so I can win a prize.” Nozomi said, rushing off to her brothers. You made a mental note of who was who.

“Oh no problem! Uncle sho’s cats are easy to catch.” Rei said and he was right, you just had to know how. He went over to the counter and got the cat treats and sprinkled a few on the floor. The cats came running and began eating as fast as they could. He then took the blanket/net and put it over the 2 cats and picked them up, they compiled so easily it was almost comical.

“Oh! Yay! I wins right?? I get the prize!” She said dancing around you.

“Yes you do! I should go get dinner ready but you can pick anything you want to take home.” You said booping her nose. She did a little gig before taking off like she knew what wanted.

“Alright, who wants to help with dinner!” You called to the kids you roared with agreement, racing to the kitchen

“Oh you three would you mind helping and introducing yourselves?” You asked as you took out a few different ingredients.

“Oh yeah! No problem! Im Daisuke, the eldest of all the Aizawa’s cousins. First year in high school actually! This is my little brother Rei, he is a middle schooler. Then the girl snapping pictures is Maki-chan she’s the closest to my age! Oh, Saika is my mom and uncle Shiori is Maki’s dad. What can we do to help out.” He said with a smile.

“I think they said introduce yourself but whatever.” Maki mumbled kind of chest fallen. You only laughed and pointed out what they could do while you helped the kids and before long boom, dinner was done. You might have to convince Aizawa to have kids soon cause they were actually helpful. You all set the table and sat down to eat, almost forgetting about Nozomi.

“Can I have this!” She rushed to you holding a black cat plushie that had red eyes. Aizawa had given it to you when he went on a mission that pulled him from home for a month. You gave a small smile to her.

“Of course! I said you could have anything you wanted, I meant it. Let's eat right now then you can go snuggle and lay down.” You said moving to pick her up and help her to the table. Your table of course wasn't big enough so the big kids were in the living room, the younger kids ate with you and the babies you fed first were now napping. You let out a breath, it was 7:30. They should be done by 10:00 at the latest and the younger kids would be asleep by 8:30, so you could say you had this in the bag. Dinner was peaceful to your surprise and now you were all washing up and laying down on the makeshift beds you made in the living room. Maki was taking pictures as you had put all the younger children into your shirts, it was quite a sight to behold.

“Alright everyone lay down!” You yelled as you grabbed the youngest and began rocking him back and forth.

“We is ready” Umi said as she snuggled into her blankets

“Ready for what?” You asked cautiously.

“When we visit uncle Sho’ta he tells us ‘tories at nighty time.” Tetsuya slurred to you.

“Oh, okay then…. Um. Once upon a time there was a pretty Pink cat, who lived in a kingdom full of all kinds of cats. One day he got curious and left the safety of his kingdom. He went into a forest and everything was fine until he bumped into a big huge black wolf. He wanted to run back into the safety of his kingdom but the icy glare of the wolf kept him still. The wolf slowly opened its jaws…. Showing off its rows of bone crushing smile. The pink cat thought it was over for him until the Wolf smiled at him. ‘Your a little far from home, huh? Its okay I get lost sometimes! I can take you home.’ The wolf said, her tail starting to wag. The cat didn't know what made him say yes but he did. He continued to say yes time and time again, long after they had become friends. He said yes so many times to the cat he thought he might run out of yes’s to give. But when the wolf asked him to leave the safety of his kingdom behind and run around the world with him, though it frightened him. He said yes again without hesitation. And that's how the pretty pink cat learned to fly.” You said, it was a cheesy story with no real plot but it worked. You looked around to see everyone sleeping even the bigger kids. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You looked at the lot one more time before you went to work on something you had been meaning to all day. You continued to work on it even as 10 o’clock hit and you said goodbye to the kids one by one. Only stopping when a familiar set of hands wrapped around your waist.

“What’s this, kitty?” Aizawa asked as he kissed your neck sweetly.

“Ahh, nothing much! Just a family tree with pictures and the things about your family.” You said as you stated proudly at your work.

“Oh that's sweet. I saw the pictures Maki took and that you let Nozomi have your cat, I know it was special to you.” He said nuzzling further into your chest.

“It's fine, I told her she could have anything and to be honest, I'm wrapped around every single last one of them’s thumb and I would do anything for them so it really was nothing.” You said playing with his hands.

“God, I love you, how did I end up with you? I mean god I just love you. Let's get in bed. I wanna cuddle you, Right. Now.” He said turning you around and picking you up.

“Yes, sir.” You said clinging to him like a koala.

“Oh and babe, you got Shizumi and Saika mixed up.” He said into your hair.

“GOD DAMMIT”

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kafka-ish · 4 years

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how to be a heartbreaker | b.d.

y/n wants to get her crush to notice her but she has no idea how. luckily, beverly comes to her with some valuable advice.

word count: 2,845

warnings: fem!reader

request: (from anonymous) “hiii! could i request a fic for bill denbrough where the reader is very flirty with everyone in the losers club and bill is flustered whenever she flirts with him? i was thinking that w/n could be like the female richie just more tame haha. ty!”

a/n: i was so excited to receive this request as it was my first one !! i hope i did it justice.

y/n didn’t always wear tight tops and make cheeky comments.

That’s why Bill was so surprised when she arrived at the quarry in a skirt so short, he could the lace peeking from her underwear when she bent down, and a smart mouth almost identical to Richie’s. But Bev smirked to herself as she watched the scene unfold, remembering how y/n had come to her last weekend, asking for help.

“Who do you like?” Beverly’s question was innocent, yet somehow it managed to make y/n’s skin crawl and her throat turn to cotton.

“What makes you think I like anyone?” y/n’s fingers absentmindedly began to pick at the purple comforter neatly draped across the twin sized bed she was perched on.

“Can I guess?” Beverly ignored y/n’s previous statement and eagerly began listing names. “Is it Matt from gym? Or Cameron from chemistry? If you like Cameron I can see why... That blond hair and smirk can really do things to a girl.”

“No.” y/n laughed at her friend’s guesses; more so at how far off she was. “It’s neither of them.”

“Then who is it?” Beverly turned around in the vanity chair she was sitting in, in order to get a better read on y/n’s features. That’s when y/n knew her friend was persistent on learning her crush.

“It’s Bill.” The words left y/n’s mouth in a whisper, but Beverly didn’t need her friend to repeat herself to pick up on what she was saying.

“Bill Denbrough?” Bev’s voice raised an octave. “Why haven’t you made a move yet? You see him practically everyday!”

“Well, I...” y/n took a moment to readjust herself. She stretched out on Beverly’s bed; each limb reaching each corner of the mattress. She stared at the ceiling which was covered in glow in the dark sticky stars. They’d been there since Beverly was five. She had intentions of removing them, but the adhesive stuck horribly. Beverly also didn’t want to risk ruining part of the building’s architecture since her family was renting it out. And if she did, her dad would do more things than just yell at her.

“You what?”

“How am I supposed to make a move?” y/n groaned. Beverly could tell this was something that upset her. “I freak out whenever I’m left alone with him. Hell, even when I’m just sitting next to him. I can’t find the right words to say... Or any words for that matter.”

“You and Bill have that in common,” Beverly said. It was a cheap shot at Bill’s stutter. But she should’ve known y/n was above laughing at something her crush couldn’t control. “Why don’t you just feign confidence?” Beverly’s helpful for once suggestion became of interest to y/n.

“What do you mean?”

“Richie does it all the time.” y/n heard a snort coming from the other side of the room. “Just... You know, pretend.”

“How am I supposed to conjure up some alter ego if I can’t even conjure up some simple hello.” Of course y/n was a skeptic to the idea. But it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

“That’s exactly why you need to do this!” Beverly countered. She couldn’t seem to contain her excitement at the thought of playing matchmaker with her friends. “We can start with a new wardrobe.” Beverly jumped into bed with y/n and her eyes trailed down to the girl’s figure. She was silently judging her friend’s outfit and y/n didn’t know if she should feel offended or uncomfortable. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow.”

Their shopping haul consisted of mainly crop tops, skinny jeans, and some of the shortest skirts y/n’s ever seen. Beverly picked out a blue ruffled skirt that barely covered her butt when she leaned over and a plain white crop top to match.

“You have to wear that when we all go to the quarry!” Beverly said over the phone (it was more of an order than a friendly opinion).

Nonetheless, she did.

y/n was the last to show up at the quarry; wanting to make a big entrance. It was big alright. She greeted every one of the boys with a kiss on the cheek and a grin wide enough to stick an orange slice in.

“It’s been so long, you guys!” Only enthusiasm could be detected from her voice. y/n sat down on a rock next to Eddie and ruffled his hair which he quickly patted down afterwards.

“It’s only been a day,” Stan deadpanned. But who was he to burst the bubble of newfound elation coming from his usually reserved friend?

“A day that’s been far too long!” Her eyes playfully rolled to the back of her head and she leaned forward to boop Stan on the nose. “So, are we getting in the water or what?” She stood up, allowing for a showcase of her long legs and started to strip.

“You got that right, doll.” Richie whistled as y/n’s shirt hit the ground. Off came his shirt, too; the rest of the Losers following suit.

y/n was the first to make a splash. She cannon-balled into the water, giving the boys a full view. A second whistle was about to reach Richie’s lips, but Bill stopped him.

“Yo-you know, in uh-other places th-that’d be illegal.” His tongue stuck on the “L” sound in illegal for a while.

“Good zing we arrren’t in other places.” Richie had been trying out his new “comrade” accent for the past week but no one else in the group except him was impressed. Bill, especially, was not impressed and shoved Richie into the water. “I’ll get you for this!” He yelled immediately after being able to come up for air. Though Bill couldn’t hear him. He was already already making his debut into the water.

“Hey cutie,” y/n said, swimming up from behind him as he landed. He was taken aback at the words that had left her mouth and frankly so was she.

“H-hi, y/n.” Goosebumps materialized on his arms, legs, and chest, and Bill didn’t know if it was because of how cold the water felt, or the recent effect y/n had on him.

y/n giggled at the sound of her name coming from his mouth. “Be my chicken partner? You’re the only one strong enough I can think of.” She purposely avoided his gaze. In fact, she looked everywhere but at him.

“I-if yo-you wuh-want.” Bill’s stutter had gotten notably worse and he wanted to curse himself for it. Would he seriously let almost four years of speech therapy go to waste just because of a pretty girl?

“Oh, I definitely want.” y/n’s eyes thoughtfully roamed Bill’s bare chest which he suddenly grew conscious of. Her fingers traced his collarbone and traveled down to his bicep. “I just remembered.” Her hand pulled away and she met his eyes. His blue eyes that she could get lost in for all eternity if she weren’t careful. “I need to go.” y/n didn’t honestly have to go—rather, the advice Bev had given her earlier parroted itself in her head:

Don’t be afraid to go all in. But always leave him wanting more.

Leave him wanting more.

y/n gave him a half smile before making her way towards the rocks.

Bill watched as she did. The sun’s light reflected against her slicked hair in the most alluring manner. She somehow managed to make walking through water graceful. Bill’s eyes stuck to her figure until it disappeared. His trance soon broken by the sound of Eddie’s cries and the feeling of cold water dousing his back.

“You were great today!” y/n smiled at Beverly’s voice from over the phone. She was sitting on her bed. One hand was holding the phone to her ear while the other was twirling a finger around the cord connecting the receiver piece to the landline.

“You really think so?” A new feeling had begun to rise in her chest. Cockiness? Pride? Accomplishment? Whatever it was, it felt good.

“Well, Bill couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off you, could he?” And y/n didn’t have to see Beverly’s face to know she was raising her eyebrows because the tone of her voice already gave it away.

“I guess not..”

“Why don’t we all meet for dinner tomorrow?” Bev suggested. It wasn’t really a suggestion, though. It was more like an ‘I’m-telling-you-this-now-and-I’ll-tell-the-losers-after-we’re-done-talking’ sort of thing.

“Sure,” y/n agreed, because she knew it was useless to try and stop Beverly—she was too far ahead of herself.

“Great!” The busy tone then rung in y/n’s ear, indicating that Bev had hung up.

Thus, allowing her to be the blame when y/n showed up to Derry’s local diner in a strappy plaid dress and enough attitude for the whole table.

“Oh, baby!” Richie grinned at the sight of their friend finally coming out of her shell. “You didn’t get all purty for me, did ya?”

“You wish, trashmouth,” y/n said, taking a seat next to a now shuddering Bill. “Hey, Billy!” Unexpectedly, the girl threw her arms around the boy, wrapping him in an embrace tighter than she was willing to admit.

Bill opened his mouth, about to say something, only to close it again. The words were caught in the back of his throat and it didn’t help when the sweet scent of her floral perfume reached his nose, leaving him lost in any contagious thoughts of her that he’d unconsciously dreamed of before.

She withdrew from him, prompting a harsh swallow from Bill.

“Cat got your tongue?” No matter how much she wanted to, she didn’t let herself wait long enough for an answer. Abruptly, she broke eye contact and settled on Ben for the time being.

In a voice higher than normal, y/n had told him he was the best writer in their grade—something Bill found himself strangely jealous hearing. “My parents said I need an English tutor...” In one hand, she swirled her root beer with a straw. Her other hand was holding up her head that rested on it. “I was wondering if you’d be mine?”

“Wow. Yeah, y/n, I’d love to help!” Ben said with a little too much pep in his step.

“That’s awesome!” They'd settled on the library to meet up at the next day, but oddly enough Ben wasn’t there.

Bill was.

“What-what are you doing here?” It was hard for y/n to try and keep her cool. Especially when the boy whom she was harboring a crush for was standing right in front of her in place of her supposed-to-be English tutor.

“I’m tuh-tutoring yo-you in En-engl-hish. Of cour-course.” He seriously needed to get a grip on that stutter of his. It was no use, as he could even feel his thoughts stammering against each other.

“No, Ben’s my tutor,” y/n corrected as she sat her book bag down on the library desk. She riffled through the mess of folders stacked in her bag; an ‘aha’ noise inadvertently leaving her mouth once she found the red one marked ‘English’. “Where is Ben?” It became increasingly harder to keep up the act Beverly had helped her come up with. It grew much more apparent to y/n that it was easier to flirt with friends—not someone she had a full blown crush on.

“He, uh, he cou-couldn’t mm-muh-make it.” So what if Bill had lied? So what if Bill had told Ben that he didn’t need to go to the library anymore as he took his place instead?

“Hey Bill!” Ben had just gotten done trading out his History book for his Pre-Calculus one.

Bill was standing right next to his friend’s locker—how Ben hadn’t seen him walking up remained a mystery.

“What’s up?”

“y/n tuh-told me that she-she didn’t need an English tutor an-any...anymore.”

“Huh.” Ben chewed the dead skin on his lip before he continued. “y/n told you this?”

“Ye-yeah.” Bill nodded his head in order to seem convincing. “Since sh-she doesn’t have any class-classes with you, she wuh-wanted mm-me to tell you.”

It was a dirty trick and even Bill didn’t know what came over him when he decided to play the lying game.

y/n didn’t say anything. She only sat down and begun to organize her pencils.

“Is-s th-that okay?” A surge of nervousness pumped through his veins while he posed the question. He looked down at y/n who was still quiet.

“Oh, so you think you’re good at English?” y/n raised her eyebrow. She’d finally plucked up enough courage to put on her alter ego and face Bill.

“I nuh-know I’m guh-good at English. A-according to mm-my tuh-teachers. Str-straight A’s.” He eventually took a seat next to her. It gave y/n a case of the jitters she’d force herself to get over.

“Well, if that’s the case...” y/n leaned closer into Bill’s side. Her shoulder brushed against his in a feather light touch. “Teach me everything you know.”

Bill felt himself beginning to choke on his spit. Ever since that day at the quarry, y/n had started acting different. For one, she actually talked to him. She also traded her regular mom jeans for skirts and graphic tees for tank tops; clothes that showed the most skin. It took him a solid minute before he could clear his throat and begin to explain the differences between a run-on sentence and a comma splice.

“I have to ask you something.” y/n stopped him in the middle of his explanation of different clauses.

Bill looked up from the paper he was using to demonstrate. His eyes dwelled into hers. He knew where this conversation was leading to, and for the record, he didn’t necessarily want to go there. “Wuh-what is i-it?”

“Did Ben really call this off?” He knew at least some variation of those words were going to come out of her mouth. “It just seems unlike him. And we see each other at lunch—”

“Act-actually...” Bill heaved a sigh, unwilling to reveal what had really happened. But it would be for the best, right?

Bill missed how the perpetual softness of her features had developed into a sort of smug look that y/n wouldn’t usually sport. “Bill...” Her hand reached up to cup his face. “If you had something to do with it, I wouldn’t be mad.” He didn’t realize her delicate fingers were carding through his auburn hair up until she pulled away.

At this point, so many sensations swept through his insides. If a butterfly had flown out rather than actual words, Bill would only try to find out what species it was.

“What.” He stopped to exhale. “Wha-what muh-makes you thi-think I had... had something to-to do with—”

“Just a girl’s intuition.” y/n seemed serious for a second and Bill couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “I’m kidding, duh. I got a text halfway through our study sesh.” She took out her Nokia to show him.

Bill told me about cancelling our sessiom. Good luck in engkish.

A chuckle tumbled from his lips, noting the obvious typos. “Fo-for a guh-guy wh-who was goin-gonna tu-tutor you.. he ca-can’t spell for sh-sh-shit.”

y/n’s head fell back and she lost control of her body momentarily as laughter consumed her. Bill could tell she gained control again when she turned to him once more. Silently, she waited for an answer.

“So... so wuh-what i-if I de-did.”

“If you did, then, I’d think you conned Haystack out of an opportunity to teach me,” she said, her voice all sing-songy. She instantly noticed Bill’s frown—how he looked down in a sort of shameful way. “I’d also say you were pretty good company.”

“Really?” Bill’s incredulous mood had egged y/n on even further.

“Obviously. Who wouldn’t want to hang out with a total dreamboat like you?” She jabbed at his stomach. Bill would normally flinch at this, but his mind was too busy analyzing what she just said.

“Dr-dreamboat?” His thick eyebrows drew together. Suspect crossed his face.

“You heard me, Denbrough.” y/n cocked her head to the side. She shifted closer to him- that is, if she could be any closer.

He tried to speak but all that came out were a bunch of incoherent stutters.

“Shut up.” She thought of pressing her finger to his mouth, but an idea even better sparked in her mind.

y/n forced a quick kiss onto his lips. She didn’t stay that long; not giving him the chance to kiss back. She was met with his eyes closed and his lips left in a gathered state after parting.

“Wowo-woah.” Bill sighed, opening his eyes. His already pink lips were stained a slight red from the lipstick that colored y/n’s own.

“Was I good?” y/n’s alter ego had completely left her body at this point. Her previously shy and hesitant self was now fleshed out perfectly for Bill to see.

Bill shrugged before pulling her in for another kiss. This time it was long and slow. This time Bill had the chance to kiss back.

“Ye-yeah.” His expression was kind. “Amazing.”

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angelicdestieldemon · 3 years

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Dream (Day 10 of Christmas)

Request: Sequel to Christmas Tree

SHIP: Barson

Requests are open for the next 15 days, I write for Barson, Bangan, Barisi and potentially other Rafael Barba ships (even other Raúl Esparza characters too), just talk to me on asks or private messages.

Sorry this is late, there were complications.

Olivia woke to an empty bed in the middle of the night, Rafael’s side of the bed cold, and she worries for a moment that it was all dream. Getting up she walks through the living room but it’s dark and empty, the only light coming from the two bedrooms down the hall. She checks on Noah, his night light casting the room in a soft glow, but he’s fast asleep. Olivia closes the door until it’s only just open and pads softly down to the final door.

Rafael is softly pacing the room, his closed eyes are tired, black circles underneath and his hair is a mess, but he looks so relaxed as he softly sings to the baby in his arms. Little Catalina – Cat, usually – is clutching his t-shirt as he rocks her back to sleep. The sight of them together warms Olivia to her core and makes her sigh in relief, it’s her night to get up for Cat, the two of them taking turns to make sure at least one of them gets a good night sleep each night, but Rafael must have left her to get some rest.

She won’t lie, Olivia was a little worried about how Rafael would cope with a new-born, having never had to manage with Noah when Olivia first brought him home. But he’s taken to it quite well, he always joked that his job didn’t allow for much sleep anyway. Watching him with her though is a sight she will never get sick of. During the pregnancy he would kiss her stomach and talk to their daughter about everything they were going to do together and how much she was loved, by her mama and Papi and her big brother. Rafael was always trying to make sure Noah was involved with his sister, from the minute they told Noah, Rafael made sure that the boy knew that just because they were having a baby it didn’t mean he would be loved any less.

Olivia watches as he gently lays her back down in her cot and turns to leave the room, spotting her in the doorway, a sleepy smile is on his face and he gently closes the door, taking her hand in his as he pulls her away to the living room, to make sure they don’t wake the sleeping baby.

“I thought it was my turn tonight,” Olivia says leading him back to their bedroom.

They climb back into bed, Olivia wrapping her arms around him, their foreheads pressed together on the pillow.

“You were but you looked so peaceful, I didn’t have the heart to wake you, besides I was already up,” he replies, his voice gravelly in a way Olivia always finds attractive.

“Getting soft in your old age,” she teases, one hand reaching up to run through his hair.

Rafael was becoming self-conscious about his hair and beard, they were becoming more and more silver, and although she liked the look, she could tell it bothered him. She feels him lean into the touch as her hand rests at the nape of his neck, her fingers playing with the short hairs there.

“I’m younger than you,” he quips back, but before she can reply he continues. “But you look far better than I do. Anyway, I don’t mind going soft, you are badass enough to be the scary one.”

Olivia kisses him softly, nipping his lip in response which makes him laugh quietly. When she first met him, Olivia thought Rafael would be like the other overconfident arrogant men she had met, reluctant to listen to a woman in-charge. And although he wasn’t perfect, it was never to do with her sex, and since they’ve been together, she had come to learn that he loves a woman taking charge of him. Their daughter already has him wrapped around her little finger and she doesn’t even know it yet.

Humming against his lips Olivia pulls him closer, lifting her leg to wrap around his hip, feeling the long line of his body pressed against her front, she can feel the heat he radiates, and she clings to him.

“Get some sleep, we’ve got work tomorrow,” she kisses him again, and he mumbles a good night against her lips, falling asleep rather quickly. The lines in his face smoothing out making him look younger if it weren’t for the grey in his hair and beard.

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When Olivia wakes in the morning, Rafael is still sound asleep next to her, and checking the clock she can see he still has another half hour before he needs to get moving so she leaves him to get some rest.

Walking down the corridor she wakes Noah, rousing the boy with a kiss on the forehead and telling him to head to the kitchen for breakfast. Once she’s sure he’s getting up she leaves him to see if Cat is awake. The baby is sucking on the leg of her teddy bear when she sees her mama, reaching her little arms to be picked up. Liv lifts the baby hearing a little giggle when she does so.

“Good morning, sweet girl, did you wake Papi up last night?” Olivia talks to the girl, hearing little noises in response.

Noah is sitting at the counter when she enters the kitchen, she places the little girl in her highchair and as she turns to get the cereal for Noah, she hears him talking to his sister about the dream he had last night. Olivia smiles at the sound; she was worried how Noah would feel about having a little sister but it’s clear he loves her.

Olivia is in the middle of feeding Catalina when Rafael wanders into the kitchen, his hair sticking up in every direction, making Noah laugh. Instead of trying to fix it, he ruffles Noah’s hair and kisses him on the forehead.

“Mornin’ mijo,” his voice is still gravelly with sleep and Liv smiles at the sound.

“Morning Papi, I had a weird dream last night,” Noah says excitedly.

“What did you dream about, mijo?” He asks, kissing his daughter on the head and moving Olivia’s hair out the way to lay a chaste kiss on her neck. “Good morning, mi amor.”

Noah proceeded to tell Rafael all about his dream which included a fox and a dolphin becoming friends and taking Noah on a trip to the north pole to see Santa. Olivia finished feeding Catalina and lifted her out of her highchair to get her ready for the day. Unable to resist she ruffles Rafael’s hair making it even messier and he mock scowls at her before diverting his attention back to Noah.

She changes Cat into dungarees with little flowers on them and then preps a bag with everything the little girl will need for the day, it’s Rafael’s day with Cat so she leaves the bag next to his briefcase, so he doesn’t forget it. And then pops Catalina down onto her playmat while she gets herself ready for the day.

When she re-enters the kitchen, Rafael is washing up the dishes from breakfast and takes Noah down the hall to help him choose his outfit for the day, leaving Liv to sit with her daughter while she checks her phone for any messages or emails from last night.

Noah appears a few minutes later, in a polo-shirt and jeans and sits beside his mum, playing with his sister’s feet while she giggles away. Rafael is the last to come through, his hair is now immaculate, and he’s wearing a two-piece grey suit with a pink tie and striped suspenders.

When Cat sees him, she immediately reaches up and Rafael smiles, his nose crinkling as he picks her up and cuddles her to his chest, murmuring softly to her under his breath and kissing her on the temple.

“What time is everyone coming around tonight?” He asks Liv.

Instead of going to the NYPD Christmas Party Rafael and Liv decided to just host their own, less socialising with people they really don’t like. Instead, they would rather be surround by their closest friends and their families.

“I told them to get here for about seven,” Olivia stands up, telling Noah to grab his coat as Lucy is almost here to pick him up and leans in to give Rafael a kiss. “So, don’t be late.”

Rafael arrives at his office with Cat in his arms, even after months of bringing her in, he still gets the odd stares from co-workers. Most of them never thought they’d see the day he walked in with a baby or any child regardless of age. Carmen coos over the girl like the does every time she sees her, Cat returning the favour by trying to grasp Rafael’s assistant’s hair, luckily Carmen manages to avoid the girl’s grabby hands and boops her on the nose making her giggle.

“Anything for me this morning?” He asks, and Carmen shakes her head.

“Nothing so far, you have a meeting with Rita after lunch but nothing else today so far,” she answers, checking his daily planner and calendar.

“Thank you, Carmen,” he smiles, taking one of Cat’s hands to wave at the woman.

Rafael places his briefcase and Cat’s bag down by his desk before pulling out her play mat and toys and setting her down to play, he pulls out his laptop and turns his chair to face his daughter while he checks for anything of imminent importance before grabbing his tray of paperwork and getting to work.

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The morning passes fairly quickly considering, Cat having a nap on Rafael’s chest while he reads through various case files and requests. Before long it’s lunch time and Carmen brings him a wrap from the deli down the street and once he’s finished eating he grabs the baby food they were currently introducing Catalina to, she’s taking to it quite well and he’s almost done when Rita Calhoun walks into the office without knocking.

“What is that?” She asks, staring at Rafael with a look of pure confusion.

“In some places, it’s called a baby,” he quips back, glancing to her before focusing on finishing the jar of baby food.

Rita glares at him before moving to sit down in one of the chairs in-front of his desk. “I can see that, but what are you doing with a baby, more important who’s is it and how much are they paying for you to look after it.”

Rafael smirks at Rita as he wipes down Cat’s face before she reaches up to wrap her little hands around his tie, luckily, she doesn’t immediately try to eat it, so he lets her play with it, while turning his attention to Rita.

“Rita, meet my daughter Catalina,” he says, savouring the look on Rita’s face.

“One-night stand gone wrong?” She mocks and Rafael glares at her, his face softening though as Cat pulls his tie, reaching one hand up he softly strokes a finger up and down her cheek making the girl smile. “Who did you knock up then?” Rita pushes and Rafael sighs, in all honestly, he had hope Rita would have heard through the gossip vine but he supposes it is better coming from him, given how long they have known each other.

“Olivia Benson,” he reveals, and regrets it instantly at the look of pure satisfaction on Rita’s face.

“I should have known, holy shi-”

“Language!” Rafael hisses, which only makes Rita laugh harder.

“Look at you, fatherhood suits you Rafael.” She teases and then her voice softens in a way it used to when they were still close at Harvard. “How long have you and Captain Benson been together then, I assume this isn’t a one-night accident?”

“Almost two years now,” he tells her. “Cat wasn’t planned, we didn’t think it was even a possibility but then… well you can see. She’s six months now, a little premature considering Liv’s age but healthy,” he concludes unable to resist breaking out a smile at his daughter.

Rita watches him with the baby, her hair the same colour Rafael’s used to be when he was younger, but the eyes are exactly the same, green in a way you only read about in books. Her friend looks happy, happier than he has looked in years, even with the grey showing through, she hasn’t seen him look so good since they first started out in the DA’s office together all those years ago.

“I’m happy for you,” she tells him in a moment of rare honesty, and he smiles in thanks.

After that they get on with their meeting, Cat lying happily on her father chests while he argues with Rita over a suitable plea deal. After than they afternoon flies, Cat having another nap before playing for a while and then it’s home time. He packs the mat and toys away, makes sure all the supplies are back in Cat’s bag and his briefcase has the files he needs before leaving the office, telling Carmen to head home once she’s finished what she’s doing.

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The party goes well, Billie and Jesse play with Noah, Cat watches on from her father’s arms, Liv sitting by him with a glass of wine in her hand. Rafael is chatting with Sonny’s boyfriend Isaiah Holmes, about an old case that Isaiah was trying to get re-tried and Olivia moves over to sit with Amanda, Sonny and Fin talking in the kitchen.

“He’s come so far from holding Noah like bomb, I don’t think he’s had his hands off her since we arrived,” Amanda jokes, making Liv laugh.

“Sometimes I have to remind him she’s not going anywhere,” Olivia jokes in return. “I think sometimes he thinks this is all a dream he’s going to wake up from, hell sometimes so do I.” She pauses, watching Cat and Rafael and then turns her eyes to Noah grinning on the floor with Jesse playing games with Jesse’s Hot Wheels. “I never thought I would have Noah, never mind a baby. I woke up last night, it’s my night to get up when she cries. But Rafa wasn’t there, his side was cold, and I had a horrible feeling that maybe I had dreamed all of this up, that none of it was real,” She reveals, a feeling of relief having told someone.

Amanda nods her head in understanding. Then pinches her friend and boss on the wrist, “See you’re not dreaming.” She grins making Liv gently hit her arm in return but she’s smiling as well.

Sonny and Isaiah are the last to leave, Noah and Cat having been put to be a while ago, and Rafael is sliding into bed, Olivia not long behind him. Once she’s settled, Rafael pressed against her back, his arms around her, she hears him speak.

“Rita Calhoun came to my office today, she had no idea about Cat, you should have seen her face,” he laughs quietly against her neck, Olivia shaking with silent laughter as well.

“I would have loved to have seen that…” she replies. Debating on whether or not to tell him about last night she decided to share it anyway. “When I woke up last night, I had horrible feeling that this was all a dream. That we didn’t have Cat, and I didn’t have you,” she confides, turning in his arms to face him.

He has a soft look in his eyes as he pulls her closer.

“Mi Amor, I’ve told you before, I’m not going anywhere.” He kisses her and she smiles, wrapping her arms around him tighter, she can’t bring herself to let go.

#Barson #rafael barba #Olivia Benson #Raul Esparza #mariska hartigay #Law & Order SVU #Rafael x olivia #laosvu #Raúl Esparza

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modestlyabsurd · 4 years

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Survival Pt. 3 (Loki x Reader)

So far, a few things have been discovered through your Asgardian-Jötun defense training: for one, Loki is literally a soldier. Well actually, a warrior. He's a goddamn fighting machine. For some odd reason that has never crossed your mind. With the privilege of guns and bows and knives, exactly how skilled he is in hand-to-hand combat has never really come into play.

The second thing you've learned is just how unskilled you are in hand-to-hand combat.

It's embarrassing when you think about it. Of course, thinking about it is what got you knocked down with a blade to your throat probably eight out of ten times. Oh yeah, Loki wasn't fucking around. He showed you a few things. Without any weapons, you're shit.

You shudder to think what you'd be without him. Dead? No, probably worse. In a lot of ways.

He lay, after finally giving in to slumber a few hours ago, under a pink mildewy comforter on the mattress. He'd trained you all night and well into the morning. Gone was the bright springy sun from yesterday, and in its place was a grayish blue sky covered in fish-scale clouds. That's always a sign of a cold front, but damn, how could it get any colder? Surely some sort of solar collapse would take place if it did. Regardless, that meant problems.

The physical training had not been the best thing for Loki to do. He won't admit it because he's as stubborn as a jackass. But he's hungry.

Despite feeling the effects of not sleeping much after taking the Advil, you got up at daybreak when the light came in the kitchen window and reviewed your stocks. You already know it's bad but that doesn't matter; Loki's gonna eat today even if you have to force feed him.

Not that you could possibly restrain him long enough to do so. Not that you could restrain him at all ... God, you're sore from training with a famished person. It was nice, though.

Loki had already replaced the food into your backpacks, but he left the notepad open on the counter with them. At first you struggle to read his ridiculously pretty, loopy cursive handwriting. It's prettier than your grandma's.

18.2.2020

x1 tinned pineapple

x2 tinned tuna fish (cat food)

x1 handisnacks cheese and crackers (what?)

x1 smashed cereal bar

a bit of peanut butter.

We MUST find more.

"Well no shit, Sherlock," you mumble.

The logical option is obvious. You dig into your backpack and find the cans of tuna, as Loki begins to stir in his sleep. Green eyes shine from across the room and long arms emerge from the blanket like butterfly wings. You can't help but grin a little.

He groans upon seeing you. "Good morning."

"Morning. Nice hair."

"Mm, yes. The morning after look suits you nicely as well," he murmurs. Damn your burning face.

"You wish."

Loki sits upright and slowly stands up, looking around the heart of this small house. As if it didn't look bad enough, it became sparring grounds last night. Everything was fine - until he decided to reverse the roles and let you practice a bit. Scattered glass from broken artwork, a dented kitchen cabinet, and now one of the floor boards is bowing up. Loki smiles, remembering that last take-down of yours and feeling something come loose beneath him.

You'd thought you broke one of his bones, and he let you think it. His muscles cramping from laughter and nearly getting punched in the face established the end of your first training session.

The floors creak even louder now as he approaches you by the kitchen sink. He places a hand on your shoulder with pride. "You did well last night."

You scoff, "Tell that to my ass that got kicked."

"Don't be too hard on yourself," he encouraged, his voice not fully awake. "I'm no easy teacher. But you learn quickly. You just need a bit of patience, grasshopper." He booped your nose.

"Yeah, whatever," you try not to smile. "Oh, by the way, this is not cat food. It's real tuna and you're gonna eat it."

Loki visibly gets on the defense. "Are you ordering me?"

You notice the jab but remain composed. "Yeah, Mr. Prince of Asgard, I am."

"And if I refuse?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan."

He shrugs. "I'm not hungry."

"Yes, you are! Would you stop lying?!" the slam of the can rings through the walls and makes Loki jump.

"I don't need - "

"What did we agree on?" you demand.

He purses his lips solemnly. "No lies. No lies between us."

"And you've been lying about this for a minute."

"I haven't!" he hisses. "I don't know what you're so worried about but it's senseless! I can take care of myself, my body is not the same as yours - I'm not human!" The harshness of his eyes, so literally and figuratively transparent, along with the gauntness of his cheeks unnerved a distant part of your mind.

"I think you're the one that's worried."

His slightly agape mouth sighs and his eyes blink in disbelief. The harshness melts away. He looks anywhere but in your face. You're so bloody perceptive. Normally it's quite helpful, and it's one of the things he likes about you. But not when you read him like a cheap, paperback novel.

"Loki, I don't wanna be mad. I don't want us to yell and scream at each other. Just ... be a good cat and eat the fucking tuna." You slide the can over to him, "For me."

He picks up the can with pale, deft fingers, looking it over deep in his thoughts. The only other person who knew him so well was Frigga. His hidden feelings. The right things to say. The code to crack his walls. How, especially in such a tumultuous world, does someone else know the same things? A human nonetheless. Of course, he knows if he thought about it too much he'd eventually figure out the answer.

He's not sure he wants to know the answer. At least for now. Maybe even for eternity.

Having gathered the will to look you in the eye, he notices your face painted with dirt. Your hair, growing over your eyes and nearing your shoulders. The rip at your jacket collar. The healing cut on your lip.

"It seems you possess patience already. What you lack is the ability to harness it."

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. "Was this a test?!"

"It was," Loki chirps while opening the tuna can, "and you passed with excellence."

More training filled the rest of the morning easily. Amidst the physicality of sparring in life-and-death scenarios, Loki assessed your mentality as well. He sharpened your strengths, which grew the fastest in your fighting, and honed in on your weaknesses. Most, if not all, stemming from your emotions.

He went so far as to create illusions to test you. Only, you didn't realize they were illusions.

Whilst showing you one of the many ways to escape someone's grip without the help of a weapon, he mounted you with his knees pinning your shoulders. Your arms useless, your neck exposed to his silver dagger. The coldness of the blade was paralyzing.

"This feeling means you're not dead and you have time to act."

"Fuck, your breath reeks."

Loki nearly loses it all. "Focus, you sausage! You have to act fast!"

You try to move what little you can when suddenly the weight holding you down is thrown to the floor. A man has Loki down and connects with a few punches before you can launch to your feet. The dagger was dropped in the struggle so you grab it and drive it through the stranger's neck, only to lose balance and nearly fall. Your hand went through air.

The man was air?!

Someone seizes your mishap from behind and wraps their arms around your throat. You distantly hear Loki scream your name before the feeling of cold, hard metal presses against your skull.

"Whatever you've got, give it!"

Once your vision focuses you see Loki, his hands above his head, begging. "Let her go. Please."

"Now!"

"We don't have anything!"

"The backpacks! Get 'em! Empty everything out!"

Loki keeps looking at you, as if he's begging you to do something. Then you remember the dagger you're clutching in your hand.

You swing toward the stranger's head. Again, your arm goes through air, but at last you're free. Frantically you look around to find where the air people are coming in. Before you pass Loki, he haults you.

"Come on! We gotta stop them - "

"Easy, darling, easy," he coos, "it's alright. There's no one here."

"But they, they are! They were here ... "

"Shhh," he grips your shoulders down to your triceps, looking deeply into your eyes. Instantly calming you down. "It's alright, darling. It was all an illusion. We're safe."

"Wh... Illusion..?" you ask breathlessly. The house is quiet. The wind howls outside. Everything begins to play out in your head again; how your hand kept going through the robbers. They weren't real. In one hand, you want to melt into Loki's embrace due to the draining withdrawal from raw fear.

But in the other hand is the dagger.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" you swing wildly, not aiming at anything but definitely aiming for something. Loki disarms you before you poke an eye out.

Many, many obscenities later and you're sitting on the mattress together discussing your strengths and weaknesses while cleaning your weapons.

"Your reflexes are a bit slow, but they're improving. Just when the fear is about to consume you beyond return, you recover, and you recover well. Your strikes are deadly. But that bit of time when your emotions dare to take over ... it could be enough time for anything to happen."

"Yeah, yeah. What's my grade?" you wipe the barrel of your rifle.

Loki laughs. "You've graduated from grasshopper to novice. Well done."

You smile at him.

Then, you hear it.

Far off, but approaching.

Your eyes dart toward the sound, then drift back to Loki staring back at you.

A herd.

Loki frowns, his brows furrowing above sorrowful green eyes.

"We have to move."

i aint fuckin around no more y'all. this is a motherfuckin Last of Us AU

tag list: @sydneyss-worlddd @afinedilemma @fire-in-her-veinz @belladonnabarnes @drakesfiance @internetgremlin @dragon-chica @triggeredpossum @tarynkauai

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freedom-shamrock · 5 years

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Chat Noir’s Four-Point Landing

We’ve gotten permission to share our pieces from @kittylovezine! I got to work with the skilled artist @masilvi (check out their art for the story here), and @clueless-lost-daydreamer was my fantastic beta reader.

There’s a limited supply of leftover products from this project available for purrchase, including a digital or paperback copy of the zine, charms, stickers, prints, and pins.

Also on AO3

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"So let me get this straight," Marinette said, tapping her index finger against her chin. "You're in your last four months of lycee, and you want to move out on your own after graduation. But no one in your life is willing to teach you basic adulting skills." She arched her eyebrows.

Chat Noir nodded. He was a curious mix of eager and nervous.

It bothered her that his family wasn't preparing him. "So you want me to help you with those things?" she asked. "Why me? Don't you have friends outside the suit who could help you?" He visibly deflated at her question so she threw in a qualifier. "I'm happy to help you, Chat, I'm just curious."

"I'm not as free when I'm my other self." He spoke softly, and everything about him seemed hunched up and sad, like he was trying to curl in on himself.

"I'm surprised you'd want my help." She sometimes felt inadequate and underprepared for life on her own. "You've seen I can be a bit of a disaster." Their friendship, sparked the night of the Glaciator akuma, had grown strong over the years.

He beamed at her, radiating joy better than anyone she knew, including Adrien. It was seriously unfair. "Oh Marinette," he said, leaning toward her. "You're amazing. You know how to do so many useful things. You've shared food you've made, and I can't even boil water. I've visited you on laundry day, and I'm terrified I'm going to destroy all my clothes. You're so level-headed; I'm sure you can figure out anything you don't already know. I got overwhelmed by the differing opinions on how to clean the bathroom when I Googled it."

"You poor kitten," she said, careful not to tease too hard. "Of course I'll help. But we may have to call in the big guns if things are beyond me. Okay?"

"Big guns?" he asked, green eyes wide.

"Maman and Papa," she explained.

"Deal."

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The smell of scorched flour filled the kitchen, and Marinette turned from the refrigerator to see Chat hastily yanking a pot off the stove, scowling as he dumped in some water and slammed the lid over the top. He was quieter than normal, and that was usually a bad sign. He braced both hands on the counter near the window and hung his head.

"Chat, are you okay?" It had been his fourth attempt at making a roux, and while he'd gotten farther along, the end result was consistent with his other tries.

"I'm never going to get this," he said softly, as if that would hide the despair. "What am I thinking? I'm never going to survive on my own. I'll have to crawl back to my father a failure."

"Roux is hardly a required staple." She wished she'd picked a different recipe for today. He'd done well learning to read recipes and measure ingredients. His knife skills were impressive. He still had a lot of techniques to learn, and his self-esteem was terrifyingly awful.

"Name one decent cook who can't make roux," he suggested bitterly.

"Maman can't make roux to save her life," Marinette pointed out.

He looked over his shoulder at her, surprised.

Marinette shrugged. "Papa or I make it if she needs it. It's okay."

He looked out the window, then pushed himself away from the counter. "I'm… not used to being so bad at things, and… I'm usually better... faster at picking up new things."

"You've done very well," she insisted.

His cheeks went pink and he looked adorably pleased, but sadness lingered in his eyes.

She held out her arms and approached slowly, though she'd never known him to decline affection. He helped close the distance, and was swiftly snuggled against her, his face nestled into her loose shoulder length hair. "You're doing amazingly well. I'm so proud of you." She felt his breath catch, and it hurt that such simple words, things he should hear regularly, had such an impact on him.

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"All right," Chat said, slipping a piece of paper onto Marinette's desk. "Here's my grocery list for the week."

"You're getting good at this," she said, looking it over. He'd jotted down three recipes he would theoretically make for dinner with leftovers for lunches and other nights. Camembert was right at the very top of the list, as always. "I'm getting you cheese as a housewarming gift."

He snickered. "My uh… miraculous would appreciate that."

She loved hearing him laugh. She'd realized Chat Noir wasn't happy nearly often enough, at least not in his regular life. She pushed her chair back and gestured for him to take over the computer. "Let's see how you do with your shopping."

He navigated to the bookmarks they'd been using for these exercises. He started with the meat department of the grocery store, carefully looking at various cuts of meat and the prices before making his decisions.

"Why is this one so much less expensive?" he asked, pointing.

"Higher ratio of gristle and cartilage," Marinette answered, giggling at the face he made. She would have liked to physically take him shopping so he could get a better understanding of the characteristics and qualities of meat and produce, things that were hard to get from pictures. "Not a fan of extra chewy or crunchy bits in your meat?"

He shook his head.

"That's okay. Maman likes tendon, and I do not." She made a face.

"You're cute when you do that," he said, reaching out to lightly boop her nose.

"Am not."

"Honestly, you're always cute, whether you're making faces or not." He grinned, and turned back to the computer. He added his decisions to the list, with quantity and cost. Before too long, he hopped to his feet. "Whoop!" He handed her the list and danced over to her chaise. "I'm within budget. I win."

She checked his work, joy bubbling up in her chest at his success. "You do win," she agreed.

"It's getting easier, like you said it would."

She joined him on the chaise giddy and warm, something he seemed to trigger in her a lot these days. "We all need to learn this somewhere, and I'm glad you picked me to help."

"So am I. He patted his lap.

Arching an eyebrow, she asked, "You want me to sit on your lap, you naughty cat?"

He nearly fell off the chaise in surprise. "Nooooo. I want to play with your hair." He gave a little shrug. "It was relaxing last time."

"Yeah," she agreed. "It was." She rested her head on his thigh, sighing happily at the touch of his fingers.

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"Oh wow," Marinette said, looking at the photos accompanying the apartment listing. "It's gorgeous. But it's definitely on the upper end of your budget."

Chat nodded. "I think it's what people expect for my first apartment." His arm had slipped around her when she sat beside him, and his fingertips tightened now in an obvious tell. He didn't want the beautiful flat.

"It doesn't matter what others expect, Chat." She gave him a little side hug. "It's your apartment. What do you want?"

He tapped open one of the other tabs, his smile wistful. "I like this one a lot."

It was much smaller with fewer embellishments, but looked nice. "What do you like about it?"

"I think it would be cozy, which is something I don't have… where I live now." He scrolled through the pictures. "No balcony. But the large window off the bedroom faces the back alley. It'll be perfect for slipping in and out as Chat Noir." He opened a tab to a Google Map of Paris and pointed to one of the pins. "Neighborhood is decent, neither snob city nor thug paradise."

She giggled. "You should go see it. Oh!" She slipped out of his hold to fetch a small notebook from the other side of the room. "Papa got this for you." When she sat back down, she wrapped his arm back around her.

He hummed happily and pressed his face into her hair, bumping his nose against the closer of the twin buns she wore.

She set the notebook on the desk so she could properly hug him. "You're getting distracted," she told his chest.

A laugh mixed with a purr rumbled out of him. "You're not exactly discouraging that." He kissed her forehead and opened the notebook to the first page, finding a list of questions followed by a list of warning signs.

"It's to help you get the information you really need, since none of us can come with you." She'd learned a lot when her papa was working on it.

"Most of my friends are moving away for uni," he said softly. "If I make my place safe for you to visit, would you come?"

It was a terrible idea for maintaining identities, but she didn't care. "I'd love to."

#Miraculous Ladybug #fanfic #kittylovezine #kitty love zine #fandom project #Marichat #Marinette #Chat Noir #Masilvi #clueless-lost-daydreamer

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likehandlingroses · 5 years

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What You Love

Summary: As Harry already knows, a tremendous amount can happen in seventeen years. But the seventeen years after the war bring him something he once never thought possible: contentment. (Inspired by “Daylight”--Taylor Swift)

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“I want to be defined by the things that I love. Not the things I hate, not the things I’m afraid of, not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night...I just think you are what you love.”

1999

Harry’s hand hovers over the pastries in the breakroom. He shouldn’t...but then, it is Clara’s birthday--

He snatches up a pumpkin pasty, repulsed the utter banality of his own thoughts.

Ron pops in beside Harry, scooping up a muffin without hesitation.

“Lucky thing we’re on desk duty this week.”

“Is it?”

Harry still fights with himself other whether or not he’s simply become another Ministry shill. Too complacent and far too forgiving.

“Hermione’s starting tomorrow,” Ron says, grinning. “Remember?”

And with Hermione joining them for lunch every day, things don’t feel as out of place as they did before.

2000

The Monument to the Fallen at the Battle of Hogwarts is up within six months of the war ending.

Harry’s fight to memorialize the Order of the Phoenix is trickier, and in many ways more painful. The old guard is hesitant to legitimize the organization--and even more hesitant to admit their past mistakes.

But Harry--who still averts his eyes in certain halls of the Ministry, who does anything to avoid being the last to leave for the evening--refuses to relent.

He almost smiles when he first sees the incredulous looks of the crowds as they notice Sirius’s warm, lively grin.

2001

Harry collects the letters he finds in Grimmauld Place--under beds, in dresser drawers, even under mattresses--in a box up in his attic. Every so often, he’s tempted to read them: after all, what does it matter to Sirius now?

But each time he opens the box and procures a faded letter off the top, his desire to read the words wanes.

That they exist at all is the main thing. That Harry or anyone else might someday decide to sit on the attic floor and pore through each and every line justifies their existence.

He won’t today. But someday, perhaps.

2002

Ginny flies in a dramatic loop on her broomstick, playing to the crowd as the Harpies conclude another shut-out.

She could play for England, if she had a mind to.

“I know that,” she tells Harry. “But international play is a nightmare.”

In any case, she’s a star right where she is. In the sanctuary of the Harpies stadium, Harry has more than once been summarily ignored while Ginny is shouted down for her autograph.

“Besides,” Ginny says with a coy smile. “It wouldn’t be quite fair for me to run off and become more famous than you, would it?”

2003

Harry still can’t quite believe Dudley said yes to the invitation. Tea or lunch is one thing...an entire wedding--wizarding style-- is quite another.

But it’s now well into the second hour of the reception, and he’s still here, making passable conversation with Oliver.

“Alright?” Harry asks, joining their table.

Dudley nods, but Oliver leans forward in his seat, looking manic.

“He suggested swimming for conditioning,” he says, as if he’s just handed Harry vital trade secrets. “No one’s doing that! I’m telling Reynolds on Monday...”

Harry shoots Dudley a knowing grin, and Dudley ducks his head with a laugh.

2004

“--we’re here with Harry Potter, who has brought along a very special guest to the program. Harry, would you please introduce us to this lovely fellow who is currently eating his own fist?”

“Thanks, Lee. I have James Sirius Potter with me today, making his airwaves debut.”

“I was talking to James before the show...he was just babbling away.”

“Well, he gets very excited sometimes.”

“Is that the best part of being a dad?”

“No, the best part is he’s got this tiny little nose, and you can just...boop it whenever you want.”

“You heard it here first!”

2005

Percy tosses the agenda on Harry’s desk. “They’ve put it on after all.”

Harry scans the list in disbelief. The proposed legislation to officially close the Ministry’s Werewolf Registry and reopen its services under the umbrella of St. Mungo’s would be heard by the Wizengamot a week from Tuesday.

“But how--? We’ve been trying for months to get it in front of them....”

Percy smiles, rolling his shoulders back. “Well, I’ve been putting in words with some of the more established members...I don’t know if that helped at all…”

Harry laughs, shaking his head.

“We both know it did.”

2006

“He has the prettiest eyes,” Mrs. Weasley coos over Al, bouncing him on her knee as he gazes up at her intently. “Arthur, just look at his eyes! Aren’t they stunning?”

Ever the doting grandfather, Mr. Weasley drops down beside his wife, eagerly agreeing that he’s “glorious,” before reaching out a finger for Al to grasp in his fist.

“They’re just like his daddy’s,” Mrs. Weasley says, smiling at Harry. She’s not the first to mention how much Al looks like him.

It makes Harry all the more grateful that Al won’t ever need to wish for love or family.

2007

“Can you help me, Harry?” Teddy doesn’t normally bring Andromeda’s schoolwork over to Harry’s, but today he’s already kneeling at the coffee table, quill and parchment in hand.

“Well, I can try,” Harry says, sitting down beside him. “But if it’s division again…”

“No, none of that!” Teddy says with a grimace. “I’m learning about persuasive essays now, and Gran says if I write a very good one, we might be able to get a cat!”

“A cat? Well, that’s serious business, isn’t it? We’ll have to go about it carefully…”

And with Harry’s help, Teddy wins his new cat.

2008

“Skeeter will be poking her head in where it doesn’t belong once I’m gone,” Elphias Doge says, pressing a bundle of letters at Ginny, his wizened face beaming. “And what do I care what anyone says, really? Only I detest the woman, and if you got the story out first...oh, the look on her face!”

The ink on some of the letters has almost faded, but the most important piece remains. The valedictions: effusive, undeniably romantic...with “Albus” signing his name to all of them.

“It’ll be out before she’s decided which stone to turn over first,” Harry promises.

2009

“Daddy!” Alice Dursley pulls on Dudley’s hand as the Potters gather at the door. “The present!”

“Yes, right! Before you go…” Dudley hastens back through the house, emerging with a carefully wrapped package.

“Alice helped me with everything…” Dudley presses it into Harry’s hands. “Even the paper--”

“--and the bow!”

“And the bow.” Dudley smiles in the face of Harry’s bemusement. “For Lily’s birthday next week. I’ve meant to get the dates straight for years...but I’ve got this calendar on my phone now, and...well, anyway. I’ll remember now.”

Lily hugs her teddy from “Duh-dee” the whole way home.

2010

“D’you suppose they might only let me on the team because they feel sorry for me?” Teddy asks as he and Harry settle on the grass.

“Of course not.” Harry shades his eyes from the sun before looking off into the distance. Ginny is still trying to teach Albus how to mount his training broom…

“What about because you’re my godfather?”

Harry claps Teddy on the shoulder. “Listen: if you make it, it’ll be you’ve got a great arm and a sharp eye.”

“You really think so?”

“I really do.”

Teddy beams at Harry before lying back on the grass.

2011

“Oh, she’s beautiful--hi, Harry!”

Despite Parvati and Hermione’s smiles, Harry feels as if he’s intruded. He’s used to finding Hermione poring over something or other when he enters her office: she even spends her lunch hour wrestling through her Beedle translations.

“Padma’s baby came Saturday!” Hermione explains.

“I have pictures!”

Harry hasn’t considered before that Hermione’s move from Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures might have been motivated by something other than her career progression.

Now that he thinks of it, he understands why Hermione’s joined half of the DA in Magical Law Enforcement.

They make the work more worthwhile.

2012

“No! No kids behind the bar,” Hannah good-naturedly prods James out from behind the counter at the Leaky Cauldron.

“Even me?” James says, fixing Hannah with a doe-eyed stare.

“ Especially you,” Harry quips, patting the stool next to him as Hannah fixes James a consolation soft drink. “Sorry about that, Hannah…”

“Oh, I don’t mind!” Hannah pauses to tie back her hair with a colorful ribbon. “Only if the wrong person comes in and I’ve got an eight year old with his paws on the firewhisky…”

“What’s firewhisky taste like?” James asks.

“You’d hate it,” Hannah and Harry both say.

2013

“--so that’s where we put all our files for uhm...anything that needs filing.” Harry taps the filing cabinet next to his desk, looking into his nieces' rapt faces. Molly and Lucy are with Percy for the day, and “Uncle Harry’s work” is a key portion of their tour.

Harry privately thinks nothing could be duller for two little girls than exploring different people’s desks.

“Does it ever get full?” Molly asks.

“Er--sometimes.”

“So you get a new one?” Lucy’s eyes are wide as she scans the wall, perhaps picturing mountains of cabinets.

“Sometimes. Mostly we just toss things.”

“Wow!”

2014

“He’s going to do it!” Fleur grips Harry’s shoulder from her seat behind him as the crowd roars and Viktor closes in on the Snitch. “He has to, after all this time, he--YES!”

Harry hugs her first as their box cheers the Bulgarian victory. Fleur apologizes for the tears she’s burst into, but Harry’s own eyes are stinging.

Viktor throws his arms around both of them upon landing in the VIP box, tears still running down his cheeks.

“He would be so proud,” Fleur says, calling Cedric to mind so powerfully that they might have been children fighting dragons again.

2015

“And this one doesn’t like parties because she’s shy…” Lily sets her stuffed rabbit in front of Luna. Harry’s warned Luna about Lily’s “tea parties”--how they involve more profiling of stuffed animals than tea.

“Well, some people are like that, aren’t they?” Luna says agreeably.

“Yes,” Lily agrees. “And this one--she’s so funny, but she doesn’t eat anything green.”

“Not even green sweets?”

“No!” Lily says conspiratorially, whereupon Luna puts on a shocked expression.

“But how does she get her vitamins?”

“Uhm...carrots and the sun, I think!”

“Oh, well, that’s alright, then,” Luna says before smiling at Harry.

#harry potter #LOTS of characters in this one so impossible to tag them all #my fic #lover fic collection

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Twenty-Three: Money ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

In all technicality...money’s never really been an issue.

Upon the death of his clansmen, every spare ryō - by some miracle, given Konoha’s track record - from those called Uchiha was gathered and put into a trust fund along with the land bound to the clan. For all his expenses, Sasuke was given adequate funds to cover them...though he was hardly a costly upkeep.

Once he started missions, the revenue from them - not much, given their ranks - was kept as pocket money. Frugal and careful with everything allotted to him, Sasuke never wanted for anything...at least, when it came to money, and what it could buy.

Upon his defection, it was Orochimaru who handled his finances. Or rather, ensured the Uchiha had whatever he needed. Food, clothing, shinobi supplies...Sasuke asked for little. Only what he needed. He wasn’t under the sannin’s tutelage to be bought and paid for. Simply to learn, grow stronger...and then take his leave. And once Orochimaru served his purpose, Sasuke took what he felt fair from the snake’s coffers before heading out with Hebi to find Itachi.

Madara, as he called himself, provided whatever supplies necessary while Taka flew under his banner. Then the war began...and once it was all said and done - even his final battle with Naruto - Sasuke made what would be his last pitstop back to Konoha for quite some time. The fund remained in place, and he took a small share of it in preparation to travel, planning to earn what he needed on the road.

But he wasn’t gone for long. Not nearly as long as he’d thought, at any rate. Itachi’s revival meant having a new priority. Which, in tandem, meant being back in Konoha. Something that took...adjusting upon his final return.

At least among the growing list of things he had to worry about...money wasn’t one of them.

Hinata, on the other hand...has had a slightly different story.

True, her clan is arguably the richest within Konoha’s walls. And yes, their haughty, better-than-you attitude often means displaying such wealth when they find it necessary (or...unnecessary). But with Hiashi’s growing disdain for his older daughter came a stinginess in his ryō spent upon her.

Not that he left her lacking, per se. She was still dressed well: he couldn’t have a Hyūga dressing like a pauper, especially his own daughter, no matter their strained bond. Nor was she skimped in her meals, or her supplies. But anything extraneous - anything at all - was seen as a burden. He’d chide her for the smallest of ‘meaningless’ purchases, imprinting upon her the importance of fiscal responsibility.

Hanabi, in the same breath...was rarely denied a luxury. And it only got worse as she got older.

Hinata told herself it was because she was the elder sister: she had to exercise more responsibility. Be more mature. But eventually she couldn’t kid herself anymore, and took to hoarding her mission money once she began to make it. Nothing was spared if she could help it. And it made trying to spend time with her classmates - the girls, especially - more and more difficult. She’d skip out on lunch when they’d meet, refusing to buy anything they spent time perusing. “Oh, I h-have one already.” “I just got something similar the o-other day.” Her excuses began to pile up, and the girls began to notice.

Soon enough...she wasn’t invited to go shopping anymore.

Of course...she hardly popular to spend time with in the first place.

So, when the two forces collided, it proved...interesting.

Sasuke had certainly been frugal, yes - he was forced into maturity at a young age, and knew he had to make his clan’s money last. He would need it for their rebuilding after avenging them. But...he still knew how to spend in moderation. Indulge every so often.

Upon beginning to date Hinata...her own extreme caution was noticed right away.

“Want to get lunch with me?”

At times it was, “Oh, I already ate.” Others, “I have food at home to eat up.” When he caught her stomach growling, she claimed she’d forgotten her wallet.

“It’s fine, I can pay.”

“Oh, n-no - I don’t want you to -”

“It’s just lunch, Hinata.”

“But…”

“What?”

Her fingers twiddled, looking torn. And here he thought she’d been working on getting over that bad habit. “...it’s...it’s not necessary.”

“...so? I want to. That’s all the reason I need.”

“But Sasuke-kun -”

“Hinata, it’ll be a few hundred ryō at best. I’m not worried about it.”

Her worried expression lingered, though she didn’t protest verbally again.

“...what’s wrong?”

“I guess...i-it just seems like a waste.”

Dark brows quickly furrowed. “It’s not a waste. I want to take you to lunch. Spend time with you. Have something to eat and just...sit and chat. Hinata, it’s not a big deal.”

She stopped evading so much after that, but always insisted on paying her half. Upon pressing her a few times, she finally confessed her worry over money.

“You’re kidding, right? Your clan is stupidly rich. And surely you make enough with missions besides, right?”

“I...y-yes. But...otōsama has always insisted I be careful. I...g-guess his words just stuck.”

“A bit too much if you ask me,” Sasuke had muttered under his breath.

“I-it’s fine. I have a lot saved up, so...it’s still been a good habit!”

“But how much have you made yourself miss out on over the years, being so stingy? When was the last time you bought something you weren’t convinced was a hundred percent necessary?”

She couldn’t answer.

So, Sasuke began countering her in his own quiet, stubborn way. Little gifts - inexpensive, but frequent - were given every time he saw her. She grew more and more insistent he was being ridiculous, but he wanted to prove a point.

“It’s just something small.”

“The s-small things add up!”

“Yeah, I know. But you know what’s a necessary thing to spend money on?” He paused, letting the silence build for emphasis. “...yourself. Your happiness. It’s okay to splurge, Hinata. Just so long as you do it in moderation. Just like anything else.”

Her cheeks puffed in a pout, but...she had nothing to counter with.

“Next time we go out, I want you to buy something. Just a little something. Anything that’ll make you smile. I don’t care what it is.”

And by golly, he stuck to it.

The next evening they spent together, he led them through a thoroughfare lined with merchant stalls, pointing out things she could buy. But Hinata was picky, looking them over and ultimately putting each of them back.

“Hinata…”

“I’m s-still looking!”

Then...she saw something that made her pause.

Several kids crowded around a booth selling little stuffed animals, proclaimed to be hand-sewn and all unique. And immediately, a little black cat caught her eye. She only had to consider it a moment before buying.

Coming back to Sasuke, she presented it to him, earning a perk of his brow. “...that’s...random.”

“It reminds me of you.”

Ever so slightly, he recoiled in surprise. “Me?”

“Mhm! Don’t the Uchiha have contracts with cats…?”

Where did she hear that? “Uh...yeah.”

“And it’s black...like your hair!”

...well, if that’s what it was going to take to get her to ease into breaking her habit, he’d go along with it. “Yeah...guess you’re right.”

“Want to get one?”

“Me?”

“Mhm! Something that reminds you of me! T-they can be a pair!”

Oh...well, that sounded a bit tough. He’d never really associated her with an animal...more with plants than anything. And they were hardly selling plush flowers. “...er…” Looking the selection over (and ignoring the questioning glances of the kids), he happened upon something that stoked a memory.

A little lion. Didn’t one of her jutsu have to do with a lion…?

“There.”

“Aww, it’s so cute!”

“Not as cute as the real thing,” Sasuke replied, holding the toy aloft and booping her nose with its own.

There was a pause, and then she broke into giggles.

“So? Feel okay about all that?”

“Mm, I guess...I’d still rather be careful.”

“You won’t have to be.”

“Hm?”

“...nevermind.”

This prompt was...very random xD But I guess I managed to make it work? The trust fund is something I headcanon about Sasuke and where his money for his upkeep comes from. I know canon in Boruto seems to say otherwise (what with Sakura despairing over breaking down their house and having no money to repair it (again...)), but...in this house, we ignore Boruto just about completely n_n (idek if that's how that scene went...cuz honestly...I don't care xD) SO, this is how I see it going. And poor Hinata. I'm sure she's got at least a few neuroses from Hiashi and his treatment of her as a kid =___= I get the impression this would be one of them. Maybe a TAD exaggerated, but...well, it's for the prompt lol Buuut on that note, this sleepy bean needs to head to bed. Hope you enjoyed, and thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #a light amongst shadows [ canon verse ]#365daysofsasuhina

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beomgyuslittleheart-blog · 5 years

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Masuri Suri

Stage magician Taegyu au

Chapter 7: Wouldn't You Regret It?

Taehyun held his phone in his shaking hands, staring at the message Beomgyu had sent him. The place that makes me happiest?...he thought, losing himself for a moment. He knew immediately which place it was, felt the dappled sunlight falling on his face and the worn bench beneath his palms. The phone in his hand vibrated again, drawing Taehyun back to reality. It was a message from Kai asking him to meet up.

“Meet me at the cafe on 5th street! I have a surprise for you!!”

Oh this can’t be good.

Kai’s surprises were always very...unpredictable. One time he had ‘surprised’ Taehyun by dragging a kiddie pool into his living room and filling it with Jello powder. Kai had been devastated when Taehyun explained that it would never turn into Jello because it would have to be refrigerated. The younger simply said he should have made the Jello in batches and then put it in the pool. Taehyun could only shake his head. His house had smelled like strawberry kiwi for weeks.

After quickly stopping by his house, Jello free thank goodness he thought, he walked down the street to The Star’s Dream cafe. Kai didn’t live too far away, but it was far enough to be an uncomfortably long walk. The cafe was right in the center between them and they had been using it as their meeting place for years. The bell chimed as he walked in, a barista welcomed him without looking up from the espresso machine. He stepped up to the counter and she turned to him, “Ah, Taehyun! Welcome back. Same as always?”

He nodded quickly and pulled out his wallet , “Yes, one caramel latte please.” He handed a few bills to the barista absentmindedly and moved to the side to wait. His thoughts returned to the small paper coffee cup in the bookstore, and the boy who had brought it to him. He couldn’t shake the image of Beomgyu kneeling, looking at him with such a frightened expression. It had been a long time since he had experienced a panic attack, and he hated that the other saw him like that. His nails bit into his palm as he clenched his fist.

“Taehyun!” He shook his head and looked around to find the barista waving at him and pointing at his drink on the counter. He thanked her and picked it up, glancing around for a place to sit. He chose a small table by the window, hoping the city lights would keep him distracted. Every time he had even a moment to think, there he was again in the bookshop. A light pink flower. A playing card. A neon heart. A smile. His smile. Taehyun pulled his phone out of his pocket. He hadn’t responded to Beomgyu yet. He couldn’t think of what to say, even though he knew exactly where to take him. It wasn’t the words that held him up but the fact that he was messaging him at all. Ever since Beomgyu came into Taehyun’s life, he’d become a wreck. He didn’t like the feeling of not being in control of himself. He stared out the window attempting to sort out his feelings but it ended up just making him more confused. After a few minutes he heard the door chime again. Turning to look, he saw Kai walk into the cafe. A smile spread across his lips only to dim a moment later when he saw a tall, dark haired man come in after him. Kai was bouncing excitedly, eyes darting wildly around the cafe. The man gave the younger an endearing smile even though he couldn’t see it. That must be-

“Soobin! Look, I found him!!” Kai grabbed the boy’s hand and sprinted across the cafe towards Taehyun. He dragged him in front and pushed him forward, “Taehyun, this is Soobin!!”

Soobin smiled at him and gave him a shy wave, “It’s nice to meet you! Kai talks about you quite a bit.”

Taehyun’s mouth hung open, taken aback. “H-hello,” he stuttered and held out his hand. Soobin shook it heartily.

Kai slid into the seat beside Taehyun and gestured for Soobin to sit too. Instead, Soobin offered to order their drinks while the two caught up and he walked off towards the counter. Kai gazed after him dreamily before whipping around to face Taehyun. “Isn’t he just the cutest??” He squealed, fluttering with excitement.

“He seems very sweet,” Taehyun said, trying to force some enthusiasm into his voice.

“He is! Oh my gosh, Tae, we were having a date today and I thought what better than to meet my best friend!” He reached out and grabbed Taehyun’s hands, cupping them in his own. “I wanted you to meet him, so you can finally believe me that he’s real.”

Taehyun laughed, “I always believed you. I just thought you might’ve exaggerated a bit.” He looked at Soobin, “though you definitely weren’t exaggerating about his height. He’s so tall!”

Kai nodded several times, “Mmhmm! I even have to stand on tippy toes to give him kisses!” he beamed.

“Kisses, huh?” Taehyun smiled, a weird feeling building in his stomach. “Already?”

Kai held his chest and scoffed. “What do you mean already? It’s never too early for kisses! Everyone deserves those.” He went back to watching Soobin, who was smiling at his phone while waiting for their drinks. “I think I love him, Tae.”

Taehyun choked on his drink. “You love him? Isn’t this like your first date?”

“Second,” Kai said simply, unfazed by the implications of Taehyun’s comment.

Soobin walked back to their table and placed Kai’s hot chocolate in front of him while he settled in with his frozen cappuccino. He pulled out his phone and placed it on the table for Kai and Taehyun to see. “My neighbor gave me a tip about a rabbit litter in our neighborhood last week. She was able to get some photos of the babies today. Aren’t they cute?” His face lit up with a wide smile.

Kai snatched up the phone and melted, holding it to his chest. “They’re the second cutest ever.”

“Second?” Soobin asked innocently.

Kai booped his nose and hummed. “Mmhmm! You’re the first.”

Taehyun shifted in his seat uncomfortably, feeling out of place. He stared at the table, unsure of what to say. Kai sensed his unease and looked at him, feeling a bit guilty. “Oh! Taehyun!! How did it go? You met up with him, didn’t you?” He turned to Soobin, “He had a date with another magician today, you know The Dazzling Beomgyu?”

“Oh, I’ve heard of him! Never been to one of his shows, though. A date, huh?” He asked, intrigued. He raises his eyebrows, just like Kai.

Taehyun gritted his teeth. “It wasn’t a date.” His voice had come out harsher than he’d intended. He sighed and softened his tone, “It went alright. It was...more than a little awkward, honestly.”

Kai slipped his hand into Soobin’s and held it across the table. “First dates always are, aren’t they?”

“I told you, it wasn’t a date. Anyway, I wouldn’t know,” Taehyun said, dejected. “I don’t really go on dates.” He knew if he kept talking about Beomgyu he’d get upset. He didn’t want Soobin’s first impression to be him crying over a boy, so he tried to act casual and changed the subject. “Anyway, you guys seem happy. Kai said you had a date today, actually. What did you do?”

Soobin smiled, “I took him to a petting zoo. I know he likes the more exotic animals, but-”

“Uh, excuse you, alpacas are exotic and I got to pet one today! Tae, it was so cool! You should definitely go there sometime, they’re so cute. They have pigs and little ducks and even a horse!” Kai’s voice raised with excitement, and Soobin hushed him gently. He continued in a loud whisper, “there was even a peacock, Hyunnie. A peacock!! Though it was kinda mean to be honest.”

“I think most are,” Taehyun shrugged.

“It’s not that they’re mean, so to speak,” Soobin explained, “it’s that they’re a particularly territorial species. Even though we aren't peacocks they still perceive us as a threat and thus try to establish a hierarchy.” Kai’s expression softened considerably, and he placed his chin in his hands as he listened to Soobin. “I’ve worked with them before, and they have a bit of an ego. You gotta flatter them, make them feel like they’re at the top, and then you can treat them.”

Taehyun sipped his latte. “You know a lot about them.”

“I try to learn as much as possible about a species’s psychology before stepping in to address their health concerns. I’m sure Hyuka already told you, but I mostly deal with exotics and farm animals than I do your typical cat and dog.”

Hyuka. Pet names already...

“You’re the dreamiest,” Kai cooed. Taehyun couldn’t tell if he was aware that he’d said that out loud, then realized Kai wouldn’t care either way. He was always saying what he thought no matter what it was. Soobin blushed deeply, swirling his drink.

Taehyun grew more frustrated as time went on. He was happy for Kai, he really was. The boy deserved to be with someone who would treat him right, and it was obvious Soobin would. Still, he couldn’t shake the hollow pit that was growing in his stomach as he watched the couple play with each other’s hands and exchange sweet glances. Am I jealous? he thought, staring out the window.

Kai noticed the shift in Taehyun’s mood and patted Soobin’s hand before pulling his own away. “Taehyun?”

His eyes trailed a car on the highway in the distance, “Mmm?”

“I know you’re not okay. Do you want to talk about it?” he said gently. Kai had a preternatural ability to read Taehyun’s emotions no matter how good of a mask he wore.

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I’m just…” He sighed and watched the city lights. “I wish I could have something like what you guys have. I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that it’s ever going to happen.”

Kai shot him a confused look. “I was positive Beomgyu liked you though?”

“He does,” Taehyun said flatly.

“Then what’s the problem?” Kai asked, shaking his head.

Taehyun looked at him and then at the floor. “I am.”

Kai grabbed his hand, scooting over until their knees were touching. “Kang Taehyun. I know you won’t believe me but, no look at me-” he grabbed Taehyun’s chin and tilted it up until they were eye to eye. “Taehyun, you are worthy of love. I know you feel like you don’t deserve it, but as your best friend I think I am beyond qualified to say that you deserve to be loved. If Beomgyu likes you, do you like him?”

Do I? His mind fluttered, unable to pin down a single thought. “I- I don’t know. I don’t really remember what liking someone feels like.”

Kai tapped his chin. “Hmm...Does he make you feel kinda sick, like you might faint, but in a good way?”

“I mean, if you can call having a panic attack being sick,” Taehyun said bitterly, unable to look at Kai any longer.

“A panic attack??” Kai asked, clearly alarmed. “Taehyunnie, what the hell happened?”

Taehyun closed his eyes in a futile attempt to escape the conversation. “He asked me out.”

Kai’s mouth dropped open. “And??”

Taehyun shook his head, sadness creeping into his voice. “And I had a panic attack. And then I turned him down.”

Kai leapt out of his seat and wrapped his arms around Taehyun’s neck, almost knocking him off his chair. He planted a big kiss on Taehyun’s cheek, who immediately wiped it off with disgust, which made Kai laugh. “Taehyun?” he said sweetly.

“Ugh, what Kai? Why are you clinging onto me? Soobin is over there.” He pointed to the man across from him, who was trying desperately to hide his smile behind a neutral expression.

Kai made no effort to move. “Are you afraid?”

Taehyun didn’t respond, and instead stared at the floor with a pained expression.

“It’s okay to be afraid. It’s scary putting yourself out there and being vulnerable. You just have to trust sometimes, Hyunnie.”

“Trust someone I don’t know?” he scoffed. “That seems like the perfect way to get hurt.”

Kai nodded. “You might get hurt, yeah, that’s a risk. But you might not. You might discover something truly special that will last a lifetime. There’s no way of knowing unless you try.”

Taehyun shook his head. “No, Kai. We’re just friends. I ensured that we’re just friends. And that- that’s enough. We, I can’t be anything more than that.”

Soobin coughed lightly and both boys turned to look at him. He laced his hands together on top of the table. “I know that I don’t know you Taehyun, and I don’t presume to. From what I can tell from today, though, you seem like you have very conflicted feelings about this man. Don’t you think that your feelings are worth exploring, even if you don’t act on them?”

Taehyun said nothing, but his expression eased a bit. Kai flashed Soobin a big grin, encouraging him to keep going.

“It’s important to be honest with ourselves,” he continued. “By reflecting on our feelings, we’re able to understand ourselves better, make ourselves happier. I agree with Kai, Taehyun, you deserve to be happy. There’s a chance this Beomgyu can make you happy. It’s up to you whether you take that chance, but if you don’t, someone else will. Wouldn’t you regret it?”

Taehyun laid his arms on the table, resting his head on them as Kai rubbed small circles on his back. After calming his ragged breathing, in a muffled, barely audible whisper, Taehyun said, “I don’t want to regret anything anymore.”

Kai smiled and patted him, “Good choice. We’ll be here to support you no matter what happens, Hyunnie.”

Taehyun grabbed Kai’s free hand and squeezed it. He wiped at the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes. “Having feelings sucks,” he said with a shallow chuckle. The other boys laughed brightly and agreed.

+×+

When Beomgyu walked in the door and found Yeonjun sprawled on the couch watching reality TV shows, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Seems like you’ve had a long day, huh?” he said sarcastically as he flung his bag on the ground and plopped onto the couch beside the older boy.

“Excruciating,” Yeonjun said without looking away from the screen. “I even had to make my own food.”

Beomgyu eyed the empty containers of microwaveable ramen that littered the coffee table. “That’s rough buddy,” Beomgyu snickered.

Yeonjun threw a pillow at him and Beomgyu dramatically fell over, pretending to be dead. “It is way too early for you to be making Last Airbender references, you know I’m still emotional about it.” He said, clutching his heart.

The blonde giggled. “Too early? It’s almost 4 in the afternoon.”

“Exactly my point,” Yeonjun replied. He glanced over at Beomgyu and did a quick double take. “Hey, are you okay man?”

“Uh yeah, what do you mean?” Beomgyu asked, confusion etched on his face.

Yeonjun looked at him intently before saying, “You seem upset.”

Beomgyu held his hands up, reassuring him. “I’m fine hyung, seriously.”

“Then why are you crying?”

He gingerly touched his cheek and felt tears gently rolling down. He looked at his fingertips in disbelief before giving Yeonjun a worried look. The older boy sat up and slid over to him, wiping the tears away with his sleeve. “Okay now you definitely have to spill. What’s going on?” he said softly. With a steady grip on his shoulder, Yeonjun held the blonde’s gaze until he was capable of speaking.

Beomgyu shook his head. “I- I didn’t even realize I was crying.”

Yeonjun sighed. “That’s how I know something’s really getting to you, when even you are in denial about it.” He rubbed his hand on Beomgyu’s back softly. “Now come on, tell Junie what’s gotten into you.”

The boy stared at his hands bewildered. “I mean, I saw Taehyun again today and that was…”

Yeonjun waved his hand, “Wait, who’s Taehyun?”

Beomgyu took a deep breath. The love of my- “He’s the magician I told you about. The one who I scared off the other day.”

“Oh,” Yeonjun’s eyes widened. “Oh! Did you fuck up again?” Yeonjun realized too late that probably wasn’t the best way to phrase the question.

“I don’t..think so? I don’t know honestly. I asked him out.” His heartbeat flickered when he remembered Taehyun’s reaction.

“And…?” Yeonjun tried to read Beomgyu’s expression, but it was impossible.

“And he kind of...freaked out...Went all pale and spacey. Which freaked me out. I thought he was really sick and I was terrified for him. But after a little while he said he was okay. And then he rejected me.” He looked up at Yeonjun, more tears spilling from his eyes involuntarily. Neither of them bothered to wipe them away.

Yeonjun gave him a side hug and the boy collapsed into his arms. “Aw, baby Beom, it’s okay. Shhh,” he hummed a faint, soothing melody. “You really like this guy, huh?” He felt Beomgyu nod his head against his chest, small sobs wracking his body. Yeonjun patted his hair, running his fingers over the blonde locks gently. He was doing his best to try and calm the boy down, but it didn’t seem to be working.

“He- he asked if we could be friends,” Beomgyu said in a choked voice. “Just friends. Junie, I can’t do just friends, I can’t. It’s too stressful,” his voice grew loud and frantic. “I’ve never been able to be ‘just friends’ with someone I liked. I’ve only ever driven them off or ruined things or ghosted them to save myself the pain. No matter how hard I try, my feelings always ruin ‘just friends’. I can’t go through that again.” He wrapped his arms around Yeonjun's waist, hugging him tight. “I like him so much, Junie. I don’t even know him, but I can just tell that he’s perfect and smart and handsome and I feel so fucking stupid that I’ve already fucked up whatever chance I had with him before he could even give me one. I can’t stand the idea of hurting him, it makes me sick to even think about. But if we try to be just friends, I will hurt him eventually. It’s inevitable.”

Yeonjun let Beomgyu keep talking until he ran out of words, soon replaced with shallow breathing. He waited a moment longer, then asked in a whisper, “How can you be so sure? That you’ll hurt him?”

After taking a few deep breaths, Beomgyu sat up and wiped his nose. “Because I know me. You know me too, how can you not see it? Best case scenario is we try to be friends, I end up falling for him even more until eventually I can’t contain the way I feel and make things weird. I don’t want things to be weird…I don’t want him to leave, and I don’t want to be the reason he’s upset.”

Yeonjun placed his hands on Beomgyu’s shoulders, steadying him. “What if he just needs some time? I mean, you came on strong, then backed off, then you immediately asked him out. That’s a roller coaster of social interaction with someone he just met. I can understand how that might mess with his emotions a bit. But there’s no way of knowing what you’ll be at the end of ‘just friends’. Maybe it’ll fizzle out, or maybe it’ll transition into something more. If you like this guy as much as you say, are you really willing to give up on that chance so easily? Wouldn’t you regret it?”

Beomgyu bit his lip. “I just don’t want him to hate me…”

“So what if he hates you?” Yeonjun shrugged. “Then you move on. It sucks, I know, but you know what would suck more? Spending the next six months wondering what would’ve happened if you had just given it a shot.”

The blonde boy twisted his hands together. He couldn’t deny that he wanted to see Taehyun again, preferably as soon as possible. Or that he was looking forward to seeing wherever it was that Taehyun would take him. He didn’t know where they were going, but as long as Taehyun was with him, Beomgyu would be happy. He wanted to be happy, desperately. They hadn’t spent much time together, but already Taehyun had made Beomgyu feel open and safe, like he had finally been noticed for who he was, not who he appeared to be. Not his persona, but himself. Just Beomgyu. He could tell that the other was gentle and kind, even if things hadn’t started out that way. He wanted to know so much more about the brunette than just the color yellow and caramel lattes. More than playing cards and paper tricks. He wanted to know everything.

Yeonjun gave him a shake. “Hello? Earth to Beomgyu? Come in, Beomgyu?”

He allowed himself a small smile, remembering his impromptu appointment as the ambassador of Earth. Slowly, he sat up straight and nodded his head. “I’ll be seeing him again soon so I can return his book. I’ll decide what to do after that. If it goes well, I will give ‘just friends’ a shot. If not,” he paused hesitantly before breathing out a resigned sigh, “If not, I’ll disappear.”

“Well, you’re not an escape artist for nothing,” Yeonjun chuckled. “I’m glad you’re not gonna give up. The Beomgyu I know never gives up.”

He closed his eyes, exhausted. “We’ll see.”

#taegyu #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #taehyun #kang taehyun #txt #tomorrow by together #tomorrow x together #taegyu au #my fanfiction #mouseferatu

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miraculousmumma · 6 years

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Adrienette Prompt for @wilhelmares

W - Waking up to you M - Making you breakfast L - Lounging around on a lazy day

Marinette stretched, her body rubbing against the one behind her, a smile spreading over her face as she remembered the night before. She and Adrien had spent the night together, staying over at his penthouse apartment for the first time. His arm tightened around her waist as she sighed and realised he was already awake just before his lips placed a soft kiss behind her ear on her neck.

‘Morning, princess.’ He said, his voice low and husky.

‘Good morning yourself.’ She smiled as she shuffled around to face him, kissing him softly as she caressed his cheek.

‘Sleep well?’

‘The best I’ve had in a long time.’ She murmured before he kissed her soundly.

‘Me too.’ He agreed. ‘Would you like to take a shower? Or breakfast first?’ As though to answer for her, her stomach rumbled loudly and he chuckled. ‘Breakfast first.’

‘Please.’

She followed him through to the large kitchen in the open plan apartment where he made her take a seat on one of the stools at the breakfast bar.

‘Is this where you call your chef to come and whip us something up?’ She teased, pulling his overly large robe closer around her.

‘It used to be.’ He said as he took a few items out of the refrigerator. ‘But I have actually been taking a few lessons from him for exactly this occasion.’

‘You’ve been taking cooking lessons for impressing girls you have sleep over?’ She laughed.

‘No.’ He kicked the door closed and put everything down beside the hob which sat on the opposite side of the breakfast bar to where she was. ‘I’ve been taking lessons specifically to impress you. You’re a bakers daughter. I have to be able to cook something edible in case you disown me.’

‘I’d never do that, kitty.’ She smiled as he leant on the counter close enough for her to kiss him. ‘And you might not want to do that once you start cooking.’ She indicated to his position leant over the rings, topless as he was.

‘I’m glad you’re here, Bugaboo, what would I do without you?’

‘Get second degree cooking burns?’

‘I’d be lonely.’ He booped her nose with his finger before taking out a bowl. ‘Omelettes a la Adrien.’

‘Sounds perfect.’

She watched as he bustled around the kitchen, first setting some coffee to drip through then arranging his ingredients in neat bowls. He poured her a glass of juice and placed it in front of her before beginning to heat his pan.

‘You really went through all this trouble just for me?’ She asked as he poured the beaten eggs into the pan.

‘It was no trouble.’ He insisted. ‘I wanted to be able to do this for you.’

His technique was nothing short of professional, and she noted his skill with the knife as he chopped fresh chives from his window box. ‘How long have you been practicing?’

‘Ever since we started seeing one another.’ He flashed her a smile before going back to concentrating on his task.

‘Six months?’ She asked in surprise. ‘You were so certain we’d last?’

‘I always knew we would, princess, it was just you who wasn’t ready to give us a chance.’ He expertly folded the omelette. ‘And I wanted to show you I’m much more than just a pretty face.’

‘I already knew that, but you being able to cook is a nice surprise.’ She toasted him with her glass.

‘This is pretty much the most complicated thing I can cook, I’m still learning.’ He expertly slipped the omelette onto the plate and sprinkled it with chives before handing it to her with cutlery. ‘Bon appetite.’

‘Thank you, kitty.’ She smiled as he started on his own.

‘Anything for you. Actually, I was wondering if you might be up for giving me some pointers some time.’

‘I’m always willing to teach an old cat new tricks.’ She teased as she cut the corner from her omelette and took a bite, her eyes widening in delight. ‘This is delicious!’

‘You seem surprised.’

‘I don’t know why, you’re good at everything.’

‘Everything, huh?’ He gave her a small smile and a blush rushed to her cheeks.

‘Yeah, everything.’ She murmured into her juice.

‘After all this time, after all we’ve been through together, I love that I can still make you blush.’

He finished cooking his own omelette before pouring their coffee and joining her at the breakfast bar.

‘Do you have any plans today?’ Adrien asked, trying to disguise the hope in his voice that she wouldn’t be busy.

‘Nothing set in stone.’ She replied. ‘Why?

‘I wondered if you’d like to hang out for the day? Akumas permitting.’

‘That actually sounds great.’ She smiled and it set him at ease.

‘You are going down!’

‘In your dreams!’

After breakfast, they had moved to the large corner couch, Adrien seated with his legs along the seats in front of him, Marinette laying at a right angle to him with her head in his lap. Each held wireless controllers, the large screen TV showing the latest incarnation of the Ultimate Mecha Strike franchise.

‘No, this time I’m going to beat you, princess! I’ve been practicing.’

Marinette shook her head at his determination. ‘That’s great, kitty, but you always pick NAD, and no matter how high the numbers you put after his name, LB will still kick your…ass.’ She said the final word as she delivered a finishing blow, sending Adrien’s mech into the air in slow motion. ‘You were saying?’ She dropped her controller onto the coffee table and leant her head back to give him a smug grin.

‘I spent hours on this game, how are you still better than me?’ He threw his controller on the couch in defeat and hooked his hand under her arm, pulling her up to sit in his lap.

‘Because you’re completely the opposite at gaming to how you are in the bedroom.’

‘I’m what?’ He laughed as she ran her fingers into his hair. ‘How do you figure that out?’

‘Well, in the game, you always throw out all your special moves early on while my agility and defences are still up, giving me the chance to dodge or shield it. But in the bedroom…’

He leant forward, his lips brushing hers. ‘In the bedroom…?’

‘You take down all my defences then hit me with your special moves.’ She said quietly. ‘It ends me every time.’

‘Maybe I should switch up my game tactics.’ He murmured, his tongue teasing hers.

‘No, don’t do that.’ She tugged his hair gently, making him moan. ‘I like that you always let me come first.’

‘I do aim to please.’ He grinned before kissing her soundly until neither one cared about the game.

Headcanon prompts

Hey handsome, wanna buy me a drink?

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It’s a beautiful feeling

Rating: General Word Count: 1,770 Characters: Viktor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri, Makkachin (bork bork!) Pairing: Viktuuri Song Inspiration: Eternal Love by Michael Learns to Rock Notes: domestic dinner, lots of loving, some soft moments in the kitchen when the radio quietly playing a song, vivid descriptions of food, writer realizes that he writes about food a lot, a flirty yet dangerous game between two individuals that can destroy yet rebuild each other all at the same time

Though this ficlet has no affiliations with the mafia “How to--” series, there are subtle references to the fics already posted there. (if you find all the references, then good for you) You don’t need to read those fics to understand this ficlet. They’re both separate from each other~ :D

Excerpt: “You might be a nightmare dressed as a daydream, but even I know when the nightmares end. Sweetheart,” a kiss rested against Yuuri’s ear and Viktor won their little game. Every second ticked against their breaths when Yuuri loosened his apron. The fabric trickled down from his torso and crumbled against his lap. His arms loosely draped over the back of Viktor’s shoulders, more than ready for another kiss.

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While Yuuri’s specialties consisted of three a.m. waffles and post-season katsudons; occasionally, he liked to paint along the curves of Viktor’s dinner plates. As white canvases with no story to tell, say for the ones dished upon them, letting the background tell the story was pivotal to tonight’s dinner. Dipping his brush into a spicy, buttery sauce, Yuuri outlined the swivels and branches of a midsummer night’s eve. The minute squares from the sliced chilis moved along the ebb and flow of the brush, swimming along a buttery vein before they found a place to clog.

The butter, itself, was a bit difficult to control. Liquids moved where they pleased, but angling the dinner plates and rounding off the harsh breaks in between the veins and the white space. A gentle curve of the sauce illustrated the summer blooms that Yuuri often saw through the kitchen window when he cared ot glance out. Though he had never smelled them, Yuuri imagined that they were as spicy as his sauce when he sprinkled a little bit of black pepper over the top.

The strings behind his back swished with every step. Yuuri migrated towards the stove, tightening his apron against his will when he checked on the broth for tonight’s meal. A floating chunk of meat, ensnared around a segmented femur, bobbed up and down with every stir of the ladle. Yuuri lifted his chopsticks from the kitchen counter and poked at the meat. Softly digging the tip of his utensil between the bone and meat, and he was able to separate the two gently. With that, Yuuri lowered the heat and pressed a lid over the top of his boiled pot.

Somewhere on the floor, waiting for a tasty morsel to rain down from the counter, was Makkachin. Ears perked, tail wagging, as her nose followed Yuuri. She borked, ever-so slightly against the symphony of cuts and boils, and Yuuri carefully washed his hands before rubbing underneath Makkachin’s jaw. The old poodle nuzzled against his touch, poking her nose at Yuuri’s fingers and licking his palm. She could smell the faint trace of chicken and steamed broccoli on Yuuri’s skin, and Makkachin knew that she was going to dine like a Queen tonight.

There was no better story than that, Yuuri figured, when he had to let Makkachin go so that he could plate her meal. Yuuri washed his hands and thought of the story he wanted to tell. From the drawer came a knife, from the cabinets came a friendly plastic plate, and from his workstation came a bed of broccoli laced with delicate chicken breasts on top. Sliced thinly, like a blanket, and clothed under a metal cover. Makkachin followed Yuuri to the dining table, propped onto her hind legs and her nose booped against her plate.

“Not yet, Makkachin. We have to wait for Viktor to come home.” A smile pressed against Yuuri’s lips when Makkachin steadied herself back onto the floor, and she moved towards the front door of the apartment. Sitting there, as if that would make Viktor come home faster. It was a good idea. Maybe Yuuri could sit next to her and wait. All the cooking finished, preparations accounted for, and now was just the game between the stomach and the clock when Yuuri washed his hands again. Scrubbing soap between his digits, under the curve of his nails, and pushing his glasses up with his knuckles.

Viktor had always come home at a certain time, maybe ten minutes before or after depending on traffic. Today was the latter; but even so, it never failed to quicken Yuuri’s heartbeats when he picked out a knife to clean. The clarity of his reflection over the blade reminded Yuuri to have faith, but his grip over the handle reminded him that he might have to cut more meat before it was ready to eat. If that day were to ever come, Yuuri wasn’t sure of how he’ll explain it to Makkachin. He turned his head back, watching how the poodle wagged her tail for a man that may never come home. But then, the door knob turned and Makkachin borked and ran around in circles when Viktor appeared on the other side of the door. She leapt into his arms, and Viktor danced around with Makkachin against his chest before aches coaxed for Makkachin to come down.

With his grip loose on a knife’s handle, Yuuri finished cleaning it and motioned for Viktor to come into the kitchen. He waltzed right in, peeling out from his jacket and loosening his toe when he admired Yuuri’s work. Resting his chin upon the curve of Yuuri’s shoulder when Yuuri lifted the lid from a pot and showed Viktor tonight’s dinner.

“Is that a bone?” Viktor’s breath swirled with the steam emitted from the pot, and they fogged Yuuri’s glasses.

“Only the best for my love.” Yuuri ladled a bit of the broth, and Viktor pressed his lips against the rim. A bit spilled, running down Viktor’s jaw and dripping on Yuuri’s shoulder before they both pulled apart. Suddenly shy, but they laughed at how quick they were to part and at how slow they came back together again. Yuuri tossed the ladle into the sink and rummaged from the drawers for another one while, at the same time, Viktor wiped his chin with his thumb. Cleaning it off with his tongue so he could taste the broth again before switching the kitchen radio on. The hum of a cello serenaded every step between him and Yuuri until Viktor tenderly asked if they could dance.

Right now? Yuuri ducked under Viktor’s arms and spun a new ladle through the tonight’s dinner. Dancing sounded nice, but Yuuri wasn’t dressed for the part. Not while in his sweatpants, a t-shirt three sizes too big on his frame, and a loose apron that felt more like a dress with every swish of his steps. Perhaps, he could join in Viktor’s little game. What were the conditions?

“We can dance to the end of time,” Viktor suggested. A slight bob to his bangs when his smile blossomed over like a flower.

“And miss dinner?” Yuuri took Viktor by the hand, and they were close once again. Perhaps a few breaths away as they stepped back and forth in their little dance, turning to the rhythms spilled from the kitchen radio and of the singer that caramelized their love like an apple to be plucked.

“And start over again,” Viktor whispered, pulling the words from the song when he enveloped Yuuri in his arms. A kiss to sew, but Yuuri spun around and captured Viktor in his arms.

With his arms supporting below Viktor’s hips, Yuuri paraded around the kitchen while Viktor buried his face behind his hands. Flush boiled across his cheeks, and Viktor stuttered that Yuuri couldn’t hold him like this forever. That their dinner was going to burn and Makkachin would have to eat on her own. Enough to earn a slight narrow to Yuuri’s eyes when he pressed Viktor’s back against the fridge door. A little ‘oof’ trailed from Viktor’s lips, but it wasn’t as sincere as the gushing performance from earlier. Come to think of it, the pink flushed across Viktor’s skin subsided and a different tune came through the kitchen radio.

“I thought you wouldn’t mind if dinner had to be made again.” Yuuri pressed his ear against Viktor’s stomach. Too far to hear his heartbeats, but there was a generous rumble. A crook of a smile caught Yuuri before he knew it, and he slowly lowered Viktor back onto the floor. “Were you lying to me earlier?”

“I thought about making dinner with you. I’ll confess to that.” Viktor folded his fingers over, exposing his eyes to Yuuri, and blinked so innocently.

No ulterior motive whatsoever, but the look crumbled Yuuri from the inside-out. How could he not drop his guard when Viktor batted his lashes? The curve of a smirk hidden behind Viktor’s palms when Yuuri took his bait. In a swish that swept Yuuri off of his feet, his thighs brushed against the kitchen counter next to the fridge and Viktor had him trapped. In a fluttering embrace, where Viktor could rest his ear against Yuuri’s heart and hear the rhythm of everything that words couldn’t convey.

These beats, once solitary, quickened in expectation when Viktor tiptoed his fingers up Yuuri’s arm and poked at his lover’s cheek. Yuuri chuckled softly, asking Viktor what he was doing. They were alone, in this seemingly forgotten corner of the kitchen because Makkachin entertained herself with a squeaky toy in the living room. The squeaks and the bounce of tossed rubber faded into the background when Viktor pulled his head away from Yuuri’s chest. His fingers beckoning Yuuri to lower his head. Yuuri’s glasses slipped and skidded across the tiled floor, just as Viktor pressed a kiss against his forehead. The warmth still lingered, even after Viktor pulled away and cuddled his face against Yuuri’s shoulder. Sort of like a cat, wanting to keep some part of himself attached to Yuuri.

“You might be a nightmare dressed as a daydream,” Viktor whispered underneath his breath.

The words, rounded over by the small pops and boils from the stove pot. Yuuri almost drew his attention to there before he felt Viktor shift. Yuuri met Viktor’s at the middle and understood what this moment meant. It was still so hard to believe that they were together like this, in Viktor’s mind when he poked Yuuri’s cheek again for reassurance. Yuuri folded his hands around Viktor’s finger, letting his warmth reassure Viktor instead. A crook of a smile began its migration over Viktor’s lips, the entire world reflected in his eyes. Despite Yuuri only seeing himself in there.

“But, even I know when the nightmares end. Sweetheart,” a kiss rested against Yuuri’s ear and Viktor won their little game. Though not a single word was said, Yuuri heard the very same vows that Viktor had said during their wedding. How he pressed a kiss near Yuuri’s ear, sort of like this, and whispered everything for Yuuri to hear only. Yuuri was his nightmare, his fantasy, his dream, and his reality. All rolled up into one figure, into the one Yuuri that was tender against his touch.

Every second ticked against their breaths when Yuuri loosened his apron. The fabric trickled down from his torso and crumbled against his lap. His arms loosely draped over the back of Viktor’s shoulders, more than ready for another kiss. If Viktor would like one.

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