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stevebabey · 1 year

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question on my lips

kia ora my loves, i'm stuck with writers block on another piece and this is hopefully the cure <3 its all sweetness as usual [established relationship + fluff + 2k words] mucho mwahs as ALWAYS <3!

Steve’s in a bad mood.

Which might be very fair considering the state of the weather outside. Flurries of snow batter against the windows and a hair-raising chill leaks into the panes, painting them in condensation. It’s cold. You don’t want to be caught outside on a night like tonight.

But, somewhere across town, there’s a reservation under Steve’s name that is being wasted. At a pretty restaurant, with 2 too many forks for your taste — but Steve had insisted. Even put on a suit.

And even though Steve has told you he prefers the quieter nights in with just the two of you, he seems quite… miffed that you can’t go anymore.

Maybe not quite a bad mood but… well, it’s a hell of a pout he’s wearing.

Amber drenches the wall of the room, lit by your bedside table lamps — a cozy cocoon that feels worlds away from the blizzard coming down outside. You’re actually quite excited; there’s seldom a comfort like being in Steve’s arms when it’s cold like this. Tangled together in your bed, letting his perpetually blazing heart heat the both of you.

But… he’s still pouting. You’re both unwinding a bit, taking off what you’d managed to put on before the weather took a turn for the worse — but Steve’s stuck, hands in his pockets. He seems to be fumbling with something.

His silence worries you more. Maybe you hadn’t realised how actually upset he was that your plans were cancelled.

He had been mentioning it all week, all month actually- since he’d first made the booking. Some claim that you’d love the food and he loved any occasion to see you all dressed up and drool-worthy— (“Not that that’s not all the time, babe.”)

“Steve?” You say. His head jumps up, hands in his pockets going still. “C’mon, come to bed.”

He softens at your coaxing words. Like the very sound of them, the sweet nature of your words, melts his hardened edges. He nods, tugging off his tie and beginning to work on his belt.

In the meantime, you creep into the bed. It smells like a smattering of something sweet that you know to be Steve’s hairspray, fabric softener, and maybe what you think love might smell like if it had a scent. You sink into it lovingly. Warm. Safe.

Your eyes find him instinctively. Watching, observing, drinking in the sight of your lover soothes you like nothing else. Love spools messily in your chest, like a knotted ball of yarn strewn through your ribs. It aches sweetly. Steve catches you as he’s pulling a pair of sweatpants up his calf.

“You’re staring,” He states plainly, but he’s smiling a bit, lips turned up in the corners. He jumps, hiking his pants up over his hips, and wanders closer.

You nod, hair scrunching against the pillow. Your voice comes out a bit muffled when you speak. “That a crime?”

Steve grins this time. He pushes the covers back, kneeling on the mattress beside you — pausing to push back the hair covering your eyes. He smiles down at you, eyes fond. “If it is, lock me up, baby.”

He pauses, thumb drifting over cheekbone lightly. “I could look at ya all day.”

Something delightful purrs behind your ribs, warm and all-encompassing. Where you would’ve once hidden your face away, this time you just let your glee wash over your face — and let Steve see every second of it. You’re happy. Steve makes you happy.

Steve gives an awed exhale and flops, bouncing down on the mattress beside you. He works the duvet around, bundling up as best he can before his hands begin to search for you. Traversing across the sheets, seeking, til they meet skin. He hums happily. Pulls you into his chest and lets you figure out how you want to wrap around him, like unkempt ivy. He’s warm, as always.

You’re not even trying to sleep yet, either of you, just having a moment huddled up in each other's embrace. The wind whirls loudly outside. You wonder what you’d be doing if your plans had gone through.

“M’sorry,” you say into his chest. It rises and falls with his breath, soothing and constant. “That we couldn’t do dinner. Y’seemed really excited.”

Steve makes a little noise, saying that he agrees. For a moment, your words hang in the air and then he clears his throat, pulling you closer.

“S’okay, not like you can control the weather.” He murmurs his reply. He pulls back to peer down at you with suspicious eyes, a tease on his tongue. “Can you? Because as your boyfriend, I should totally know that, and considering what we’ve seen—“

“Shut up,” you giggle. You poke him in the ribs because you can’t think of a good jibe back.

“Shutting up,” Steve says, before snuggling back closer. There’s another moment of quiet. The window rattles in the absence of words. Steve sighs.

“Just…” He starts. You can already tell he’s got his thinking face on, a little furrow between his brows. “Had some good plans for tonight, is all. Not a big deal.”

“A plan within a plan,” you muse thoughtfully. Steve chuckles. “How layered this night could of been!”

“And instead, you just have to have this, huh?” Steve murmurs, dejection creeping into his voice. Your heart twists. He must’ve planned a lot just to watch it go down the drain.

You pull back from his embrace and catch his eyes, searching his face. Disappointment lingers in his expression and it pushes a pout onto your lips.

“Well, is there anything we can do? That was like your plans?” You ask.

Steve breaks into a grin, giving a chuckle — but a glint in his eyes says he’s grinning for another reason. He stares at you lovingly, eyes dragging up and down your face as he seemingly thinks of his answer. He shakes his head.

“Nuh uh. Nothing we can do tonight.” He says, a tad forlorn. His hand on your back sketches a soft stroke up your spine. You shiver in a good way and Steve speaks again, eyes searching somewhere behind you, imagining something. “Well, not— not the way I want to do this.”

There’s a long pause. At the same moment a soft realisation blooms in your chest and on your face, Steve seems to realise he’s said too much. His eyes widen, the apples of his cheeks turning scarlet.

“Were you gonna—?”

You push back from him, suddenly sitting up in the bed. Your heart thuds loudly in your chest, risking bruising the inside of your ribs with each resounding thud. You don’t even mind because… because…

Steve sits up too, wide-eyed expression still on his face. He looks flushed, taken off guard — he clearly hadn’t meant to tell you today. Well, he had meant to tell you today but he wanted to ask you at dinner, on one knee, and then the storm—

“You were gonna ask?” You squeak. A smile wobbles on your face as you try to rein in your reaction, even as joy floods every nerve. “Tonight?”

Steve seems unsure of the right way to answer. “Yes,” He stammers. Then crushes his eyes closed, dropping his eyes closed to curse. “Shit, I wasn’t supposed— I had it all planned! This isn’t—“

Steve pushes his palms into his eyes for a moment, dragging his hands down his face. You feel a pang of remorse for ruining your own surprise but it’s completely overshadowed by the rampant happiness. You can’t help yourself for what you say next.

“Yes.”

Steve blinks. “What?” A grin grows on his face, like your own is contagious even as he shakes his head. “I haven’t even asked you yet!”

He’s laughing, a glorious sound, and so are you. You're so full of love you feel stuffed like you’ve just eaten, it fills every crevice of your body. You nod. You think your teeth might be aching with how sweet the boy before you is— pouting and giving away his own surprises.

“I know,” you breathe. “But if- when you do, it’s a yes.”

And you’ve known it before. You have known it long before tonight that yours and Steve’s futures are knitted together so intricately that where one goes, the other follows. Still, knowing it and saying it— the difference steals your breath. You feel like a teenage fool again, back to the first time Steve ever asked you, ‘Be mine?’

Steve sinks into the pillows, deflating into them with a blinding grin. Like he hadn’t been sure up until right then. He giggles. Another awed sound, like he can’t quite believe what’s happening.

“Okay,” he breathes. You sink down too, curling up into him. His warmth feels burning hot now as he pulls you back into his arms, the same as he had a minute ago; this time, you swear your hearts are an inch closer.

“I gotta come up with a whole new plan now, don’t I?” Steve asks, eyes shining as he peers down at you.

You laugh a little bit, delirious, and shake your head. Gathering courage, even as your stomach twists up in the best way.

“Nope. You can… you can ask now, if you really want.”

You hope your voice betrays everything you mean; that he could ask anywhere and you would say still say yes. That it didn’t need to be somewhere fancy, didn’t need to be a big spectacle, he didn’t even need to get on one knee and you would still say yes.

Steve stares down at you, drinking in the sincerity of your expression and he softens impossibly more. Smile lines you adore get scrunched up as he gives a shuddering breathy laugh, punched out of him by his own enormous affection. Christ, he loves you.

His hand raises, cupping your jaw sweetly and he tugs you closer to meet him in the middle. You come home to him, lips meeting lips as he kisses you deeply and maddeningly. There are a thousand sentiments in his kiss, I want to marry you and I love you among them.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against your own. His hand on your jaw rubs soothing, fingers tucking some stray hair behind your ear.

“Got a plan.” He murmurs, a wickedly handsome smile on his face as he taps his temple.

You’ll have to wait, it seems. You think you can stretch your patience a little longer, especially for this. Your cheeks are beginning to ache from your smile.

Another quiet moment. Then, your eyes light up with the recollection of an earlier memory. They skirt across the room and land on their target, Steve’s crumpled pair of slacks on the ground. You recall his fumbling with his hand deep in his pocket.

Steve follows your eye-line and the moment he spots what you’re looking his head whips back.

Steve fixes you with a stern look, a warning that says don’t. You move an inch, more to tease than anything — you don’t want to see anything til he’s the one giving it to you — but you don’t get very far anyway.

“Oh no, you don’t—” Steve’s arms around your middle tighten, pulling you closer as you pretend to reach off into the distance.

He shifts you easily, setting you down into the pillows and then squishing himself atop you. You let out a strange noise, a surprised yelp as Steve lightly crushes you beneath him, a slightly maniacal grin on his pretty mouth. His hair is a mess, cheeks still glowing, and he looks utterly in love.

You wiggle a bit, seeing if you can free a limb. Maybe to pretend to escape, maybe to dig your fingers in and hold him closer. Either way, it’s fruitless.

Somehow, you’re not all the mad with the situation; squished lovingly beneath your hunk of a boyfriend so you don’t go scampering around searching for a- for your engagement ring.

“Can I at least get a kiss?” You ask, knowing he’ll say yes. If there’s one thing, it’s that Steve never denies you a kiss if you ask. His eyes look a tad misty as he looks down at you so so fondly, eyes drawing down to your lips.

He doesn’t disappoint.

#written and edited in the space of today #wapow!#if there’s mistakes! no there’s not!#i’m worried u can’t tell he’s proposing in the beginning so fingers crossed #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #girl what tf do i tag it’s been so long so i’ve posted for the x reader girlies #ruby writes steve #steve #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #steve x you #stranger things #stranger things imagine #ok i can’t be bothered

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matsbarzal · 3 years

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Could I request fluff #6 with Jack Hughes?

fluff #6. "you've been my best friend for 10 years, why not change it to husband and wife?"

pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader word count: 1.4k

It was always easy to love him. It was easy to love the friendship he initiated all those years ago, and it was even easier to admit your love bore a little deeper when he admitted his feelings were more than friendly about you. A decade long friendship had blossomed into something more, and it was something neither you, nor Jack had any arguments against.

Jack always brought up your ‘friendiversary’, and you couldn’t help but get a laugh out of the pure joy he always bestowed on you every time he mentioned it. The new kid in school accidentally exploding his yogurt tube all over his desk partner was probably one of the funnier ways to begin a lifelong friendship that would eventually blossom into more.

“So, how are we celebrating a whole decade together this year? Should we go get frozen yogurt? Maybe we can make a re-enactment of what happened in middle school? We could make it a whole thing, make a tiktok about it and everything,” you could feel your eyes rolling involuntarily at his words, shooting Jack a glare from across the room.

“We’re not doing anything that involves yogurt.”

“Not even something sexy?” Wigging his eyebrows at you, your hand immediately reached for the pillow beside you to whip at your boyfriend.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Lil’ Jizzy,” groaning at your words, Jack plopped himself on the couch beside you, instantly pulling you into his side.

Shrugging his shoulders at you, you could see him googling friendiversary ideas out of the corner of your eye. “Babe, we don’t even have to do anything. We could cuddle up and order food and just watch a movie or something, it doesn’t have to be anything special.”

“It’s our ten-year friendiversary, baby. We can’t just do nothing. I’ll figure something out, don’t worry. You’ll love it.”

It would be hard to admit that a trip to Florida in the middle of the season was what you were expecting from Jack. He had practically thrust the tickets into your hand, informing you that you had less than three hours to pack, all while giving you a list of the specific outfits he wanted you to bring.

You knew almost immediately that Jack had definitely not planned the celebration alone, just by the Airbnb that you pulled up in front of. First, you didn’t even realize he knew what an Airbnb was. Second of all, there was no way Jack Hughes had managed to find a place this gorgeous on his own.

Shooting a message to P.K. was your first priority, knowing full well he was the likely culprit behind the gorgeous booking in front of you.

“Okay, so I have a full itinerary. Tonight, we’re just going to chill, relax, get situated, maybe break the house in, you know… the usual stuff,” ending his sentence off with a wink, Jack grabbed your hand and pulled you along behind him.

“Tomorrow we’re going to head out to the marina that I don’t know the exact name of but will figure out and we’re gonna spend most of the day on the water, and then dinner… obviously. Sunday, you have to plan. I’ll pay… but you have to plan.”

Giggling into his ear as you pressed your body closer to his to press a gentle kiss on the nape of his neck, Jack tilted his head to the side with a small grin plastered across his lips.

“Sounds like the perfect weekend, baby. I think we should probably get started on your plans for today.” The grin never left his lips as he whipped around to press them to yours, his body moulding against yours easily.

The next day came quicker than you were expecting, Jack picking out your outfit as you picked his. That was something you both just found easier; there was no one else you would ever let pick your outfit, Jack just… knew you. He knew your style, knew what you did and didn’t like, knew what would fly and what wouldn’t. Small things like that with him were easy, everything was easy when it came to him.

“Well, don’t you look sexy. Damn, I’m so good at picking your fits. Should I quit hockey, maybe get into fashion? You could be my main model, baby.” Laughing as he wrapped you up in his arms with a smile, his happiness infectious.

Shaking your head against his chest, you peaked up at him from between his arms. “I don’t think you should quit your day job, maybe get some pointers before you start making drastic decisions like that. Can’t use you as my future trophy husband if you’re going to up and quit the job that makes you that.”

Pinching your side gently, Jack just smiled as he pulled away and interlocked his fingers with his.

It didn’t take you long to get to the marina in the car he had rented, everyone greeting the both of you politely as they directed you towards the boat Jack had rented for the day. You almost stopped in your tracks when you observed the setup on the boat; a picnic basket set up, non-alcoholic champagne on ice, fairy lights adorning the inside edges of the boat.

“Damn, I didn’t read the fine print when I booked. Just said I wanted the closest setup to an anniversary they could get, guess they went all out,” popping his hip into yours gently with a beam.

“Jack, do you even have your boating license?”

Eyeing the steering wheel with a curious look, you turned towards your boyfriend just in time to see him roll his eyes and glare at you playfully. “No, this place just let a random guy with no boating license rent a boat. Obviously, I have my boating license.”

Rolling your eyes back, you tapped his side as you made your way to the small seat next to the drivers. It only took a few moments to get out from the dock, far enough away that you and Jack could have some privacy without being too far and worrying how you were going to get back.

“Do you remember the first day we met? Other than when I accidentally exploded my yogurt tube all over you? You told me that boys were icky, and all they did was ruin everything,” nodding your head with a loud laugh, you let your mind wander to your first few years with Jack.

“Crazy how things have changed, huh? I remember going home that night and telling my mom I needed to get those stupid yogurt tubes so I could hit them against the desk and do what you did to me, she said no real quick.”

Smiling softly towards you, you could see the love in his eyes the way he looked at you, the softness that crossed his features every time you were on his mind or in his sight. It had been the same look he had given you since you both were fifteen, Jack never having eyes for anyone except you.

Standing up and holding his hand out, you took it and allowed him to pull you from your seat and towards the picnic basket and bottle of champagne.

“It always makes me laugh; I told my mom back when I first moved from Sauga to Michigan that I wasn’t sure how I was going to live without you. She said you’d always be there, even if you weren’t physically there. Pretty sure that was when I realized you were more than just a friend to me, then I moved and wasn’t sure what’d happen. Never really thought we’d get here, honestly.”

Sighing as he sat down, Jack gestured for you to sit in his lap, both of your legs extended out in front of you as he ruffled through the picnic basket beside him.

“I say it a lot, but I’m so glad you sprayed that yogurt all over me. It sucked, but I don’t think we’d be where we are without it,” nodding his head gently as he rested his cheek on the top of your head.

“You know, you’ve been my best friend for ten years, why not just change it to husband and wife?”

Swivelling around to look at him, you almost cried when you saw the little black box in his hand, his eyes glistening at he looked at you. Moving so he was directly on one knee and not sitting, your hands instantly pressed to your mouth.

“I’ve had this thing sitting around since my first season. So, I guess what I’m trying to say here is… I’ve been so grateful for your friendship and your unconditional love these last ten years, so how about we make it forever? Will you marry me?”

You couldn’t contain your body flying towards him, the aggressive nod of your head the only answer he needed.

note: so sorry that this is so late, but i hope you enjoy!! thank you so much for requesting. and yes i did steal mitch marner's proposal idea for this thank u very much simply bc i have reason to believe jack would too

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Fluff Alphabet - Dabi | Touya Todoroki

A/N: I’m going to tag this as bnha spoilers because idk how many people look at leaks so yeah. Also I hope this was the alphabet you meant!!

A = Admiration (What do they absolutely adore about you?)

Dabi adores your worrisome nature. In a word so cruel, himself included, having you around and dote on him and treat him delicately, relaxes him. He likes to put on his persona and act tough but when you cusp his face in your hands and pepper kisses over him, he melts and leans into your touch.

B = Body (What is their favorite part of your body?)

He loves your neck. He loves to hide his face in it and inhale your scent and rub his over yours. He likes to press himself onto you and feel your heartbeat and brush his lips over your sensitive spots and smile when he feels you squirm from the ticklish feelings.

C = Cuddling (How do they like to cuddle?)

Cuddling only happens during intimate moments or when you initiate it; he’s not one to crawl up to you and lay his head on your chest. He’ll throw his arm over your chest as he rests on his stomach in he’s in a tired mood but if he is feeling intimate, he likes to pull you close to him and rest his chin on the top of your head and lay there until you or him squirm away.

D = Dates (What does their ideal date with you look like?)

An ideal date that he would like to take you out on would be dinner- classic and simple. He just wants to treat you out for a night and order expensive food and drink bottled wine or water- whatever you want- and just talk to you as you both dine. There’s no special reason why he wants a dinner with you, he just think that you’d enjoy it given that most dates portrayed in media are something in that caliber.

E = Emotions (How do they express emotion around you?)

He acts rather expressionless at time, only showing you what he wants to show you and in the beginning of the relationship; the most that you get from him is a smile or teasing remark. As time goes on and the relationship grows, his way of expression changes to more subtle ways that are constant. If he’s in a foul mood, he becomes dismissive and avoids you, loving, he has his hand on you constantly, lips brushing against the shell of your ear and a smile tracing over your burning skin. He’s much more emotional as time grows on, the façade breaking through and the scarred child rearing his head.

F = Family (Do they want one? If they do, when?)

He doesn’t want a family. He doesn’t see himself living long enough to have children and he doesn’t particularly find them worth it given the trouble that could arise. He was never into dating and the thought of being in a committed relationship never crossed his mind so he doesn’t really want children.

G = Gifts (How do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He’s a bit shocked and speechless if you were to give him a gift. He doesn’t really expect it and if it’s small and something that he likes- in terms of snacks or something small- he’s surprised that you remembered such trivial information. When he gives you gifts, he acts like it’s whatever but he gauges your reactions and he’s pleased when you enjoy what he gets for you. His gift bearing comes randomly and they’re usually something small- on special days he’ll give you something expensive and ignore your questions about where he got the gift.

H = Holding Hands (When/How do they like to hold hands?)

He likes to hold hands every so often. It isn’t something he’s big on; he rather put his hand on your back or on your knee. He only likes to hold your hand when you two are cuddling or if either of you are in a particular bad mood. He likes to keep your hand close to his lips to run them over your fingers or just place them in front of his chest.

I = Injury (How would they act if you got hurt?)

If it’s because of your own fault, he’s a bit annoyed depending on the damage but nothing serious that can’t be fixed by a quick kiss. However, if it were because of someone else’s fault, Dabi would be furious. He would make sure that you’re alive and breathing, and then leave for the day and come back with tinged skin.

J = Jokes (Do they like to joke around with or prank you? How?)

He’s not big on pranks or joking. He might tease you and ruffle your feathers a bit, but he won’t actively prank you. He would joke with you regarding a favorite show or moment. His teasing is much more like holding you close to him when you playfully try to get away and will tickle at your sides.

K = Kisses (How do they like to kiss you?)

His kissing is either quick or rather passionate. If it’s before a mission, he pulls you in for a quick kiss, but when he returns, it becomes more passionate and forceful depending how intense the mission was. Most of the time, his kisses start off slow and he’ll pull you in and gradually the kiss intensifies where you can taste the desperation and need for love on him, pulling away for breath only to return back to the action.

L = Love (How do they show you they love you?)

He shows his love with the little things. You mention in passing that you like peonies, suddenly you have a peony in your room or peony scented body wash. His love is shown through small items that you yourself have forgotten.

M = Memory (Favorite memory together?)

His favorite memory is when he slept over at your place. There was no fear to escape and leave the premises, no rush where he was told to leave through the window or had to sneak out. He slept in a soft bed in a room scented of citrus and fruit and woke up to you coming into your room asking how he likes his coffee. He likes knowing that you thought about him while you prepared breakfast- that you still wanted him.

N = Nightmare (What is their worst fear?)

His worst fear is you. He is terrified of what you actually think of him. He knows that one day he’ll come clean to you, that he will tell you the truth of who he is and he worries how you’ll react. You already know who Dabi is, the murderer that reeks of burnt flesh, but he fears you knowing the child that he had to kill in order to survive and what you’ll think of him under a new light.

O = Oddity (What is one quirk they have?)

He is often stuck in his own head. He will keep his thoughts to himself and if you were to encourage him to open up he’ll come up with a lie to soothe you over and lay awake at night while you rest next to him. He doesn’t want you to get caught up in his storm of a mind.

P = Pet Names (What do they like to call you?)

He likes to stick around with doll, baby, sweets, babydoll, or dollface. There’s something that gets to him knowing how precious you are and hearing it ring out where you take it with flattery and respond to his pet names.

Q = Quality Time (How do they like to spend time with you?)

As long as you’re near him, he doesn’t mind what you two do. If you want to be around him while he drinks alcohol, he’ll offer you a sip and nothing more if you deny. You want to watch a movie? That’s fine with him as long as you sit close to him. He just wants to be around you, he doesn’t have much of a preference on what you two do.

R = Rhythm (What song reminds you of them?)

It’s a soft melody that plays in the dead of night as you drive by with the streetlamps lighting your way on a summer night. It starts off small and sounds nostalgic and it slowly builds up its tempo until a smile grows and he’s tapping his hands, mind drifting to you.

S = Secrets (How open are they with you?)

Dabi is open with who Dabi is. With Dabi, it’s what you see, is what you get. There’s no mistaking who he is unless denial is your strong suit. But beyond whom Dabi was growing up? He’s tight lipped. He won’t tell you, will push past your worries and force for a change of conversation.

T = Time (How long did it take you to get together?)

It took quite a bit. He never wanted a relationship. Never saw the need for love and a commitment and with you, it was supposed to be a fun time but he caught feelings. He can act like he doesn’t care, but he cares too much. He tries to smother the feelings but it doesn’t work and he ends up falling harder and ends up confessing to you out of nowhere.

U = Upset (How do they act when you’re upset?)

Depending on how upset you are, he either leaves you alone or bugs you about it until you either snap at him or tell him. If he can tell that it will blow over in an hour or two, he’ll let you simmer down. If you are upset and it has been festering, he wants you to tell him. He’s trying to be a good partner and wants to help you.

V = Vaunt (What are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’s extremely proud of you. He will show you off. He’s making sure that people know that you are off limits. He has his hand on you at all times and if you can fight, he’s hyping you up and throwing an arm around your neck and pulling you close, giving you a predatory grin as he exclaims how good you looked.

W = Warrior (How do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He has no real preference if you want to fight or not. He would prefer if you stayed out of harm’s way but if you can fight someone, he’s not going to make you stand on the sidelines. He would fight for you. He wants to protect you, wants to keep you safe as much as he is physically able to, so he keeps you close. If you want to fight beside him, he’s soaking it in and fighting with you.

X = X-Ray (How well are they able to read you?)

It’s almost a bit frightening with how well he can red you. You can be stoic but he’s able to tell if you’re upset or brimming with happiness. He can read your emotions and is able to act accordingly.

Y = Yes (How would they propose to you?)

His proposal would be simple. It’s thought out yet not extravagant. He prepares a nice meal, makes sure everything goes smoothly and when you stand, he takes you in his arms and whispers the question in your ear, ring in pocket and you can hear how nervous he is as he asks you the question, feel the trembles in his body while he waits for your answer.

Z = Zen (What makes them feel calm?)

Dabi is emotional. He bides his time and when it comes down to it he shows his true colors. Once in a manic mindset, not much can calm him down but as he relaxes, the negative emotions setting in and the burning feeling of his skin finally aching, he wants to cuddle up to you. He likes when you massage his scalp and rub aloe vera on his skin as you sing him a song or talk about anything.

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoriki headcanons #dabi headcanons #bnha spoilers #bnha headcanons #woof #that was a lot of things huh #yall were fed tonight #well the ones who like bnha #ill serve pokemon #i promise #and the obey me #i love my greedy demon #okay bye!!

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kurama-is-love · 3 years

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An unusual proposal (Oneshot)

It's been a while since I wrote in english, so please bear with me if this is not perfect. English is not my first language ;-;

Oh and this time it's a female Half!Demon/Human Reader x Kurama. Just to let you know! Again as warning, much much fluff between you and Kurama.

The Dark Tournament was looking forward to its grand finale.

Team Toguro faced Team Urameshi, consisting of Yusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei and Kurama. Their fifth member, Mask, or rather Genkai, was 'killed' in battle by the younger Toguro brother the night before. Although you and your friends mourned about your deceased comrade, the others were not allowed to give in to their feelings now. One single mistake could result in the next death, everyone knew that.

You hadn't left your friend's side since the beginning of the Tournament and you were even allowed to stay at their side near the battle field. Though now you were concerned about the last battle. You had asked to stand in for Mask as the fifth participant, but before you were able to speak to the competition officials, you were prevented from doing so by your friends, mostly Yusuke and especially Kurama. It was a lengthy and exhausting discussion that followed with the two of them. Yusuke was anything but calm and tried to dissuade you from your idea with irrelevant threats for "beating the shit out of you if you continue to try to participate". Of course he would never lay a finger on a friend, especially not if he were to draw the wrath of a certain fox on him ..

Speaking of the fox. It was Kurama's empathetic and factually convincing words that finally led you to abandon your idea and not take part in the fight. As much as you hated not being able to stand by your friends, it was clear to you aswell that you would not survive 2 minutes in the ring against a member of this diabolical team from Toguro .. It was just maddening ..

Before the fight started, you cleared your throat to attract the attention of your friends.

"Before you fight, I want to get rid of something .." you began and looked at the ground slightly.

"Spit it out, [Y/n]-chan." Kuwabara tried with a calm and understanding tone of voice to reassure you that none of them were mad at you for your earlier discussions. He thought that, because you were trembling all over and he could also tell that you were fighting back tears.

"I want you .. to be extra careful this time .. Your opponents are of a completely different caliber than all your opponents before .. And if ..Uh.. when you notice that you .. can't do it .. that you. . " you stopped, the thought of what should follow your sentence stung your heart. "... you will die if you keep going .. I beg you to give up .. just give up and end the fight .. Fuck this stupid tournament, your lives are way too precious ..!" you spoke a little louder and more determined as you looked at your four friends.

Hiei's expression was disinterested as always. Kuwabara looked away, slightly embarrassed, while Kurama had put on an illegible expression. Yusuke crossed his arms before briefly closing his eyes.

"Sorry, but we can't promise that." he said then.

"W-What ..?"

When you looked up, startled, you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Yusuke's.

"If we give up, everything was in vain. Our training, the preliminary fights. And ... also the death of that old witch ... The least we owe her is to try to defeat her killer." He continued serious, but his face showed no sign of annoyance or anger towards you. He showed you .. friendliness and a small smile. "Anyway, thank you for taking care of us all. With that knowledge, we can do our best," he added.

"B-But .." your quiet objections were stopped again when Kurama took Yusuke's place and put both hands on your shoulders. A slightly worried smile graced his pale lips.

"Yusuke is right. If we give up here, everything we have been through so far will be wasted. Besides .." he continued and his expression darkened slightly as he looked at his opponents, especially at Karasu. "..we can't allow these .. monsters to continue their mischief to continue their murders in the world of spirits, demons and humans. If we don't stop them, who should do it?" he asked you.

You didn't know the answer and looked to the side. Kurama smiled sadly and put his hand on your cheek to turn your face back to him.

"Just trust us, okay?" He said softly and lovingly before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Kurama .. I trust you. But I'm still scared okay ..?"

"That's perfectly okay." The redhead whispered and you sighed softly.

"I'm serious. I don't want to go through the same fear that I did during your fight against Bakken ..."

"Mhm .."

[Flashback]

The battle against the members of Team Masho had reached worrying proportions after Kurama lost consciousness while standing shortly after he was named as the victor in the battle against the ice demon Touya by Koto. The rules of this match were like an endless battle. As long as a member could fight, he fought against any opponent. This is exactly how he had defeated Gama at first and was able to win against Touya with the last of his strength. But now the luck of the kitsune seemed to have run out when he stood bleeding and unconscious on the battlefield and Koto checked whether he was still alive.

"That's enough now! I'll take over for Kurama!" Yusuke called to the judge when the third opponent, a tall, dark-skinned man with short black hair, stepped out.

"Not so fast. That guy is still there, so I'm his opponent now." The shinobi grinned maliciously and was already flexing his fists.

"You can't be serious! You can see that he is not able to fight!" You said and looked angry at Bakken.

"You stay out of it, you brat. I say: He can fight." With these words he turned to Koto, who looked back and forth between the two parties, perplexed.

"Well .. Well .. I also think that Kurama is incapacitated. We have to wait for the decision of the competition committee before an exchange takes place .." the cat demon spoke uncertainly.

All attention was then turned to the speakers when the committee announced its decision. They disagreed with the exchange and declared Kurama's ability to fight.

Yusuke and you had to watch in shock when Bakken started hit the unconscious Kurama again and again and injured him so badly that it was a miracle if he could survive this ordeal for long. When Bakken pulled Kurama up by his top and beat him again, the fabric on the top tore and Kurama fell to the ground. Blood ran down his forehead.

While you could only watch in shock, the stadium echoed under the calls of the demonic audience, who very unanimously demanded only one thing.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him, Bakken!"

"Yes, kill this traitor !!!"

You clenched your fists in anger before turning to the bleachers.

"SHUT UP YOUR DAMN MOUTHS ALREADY!" you shouted so loudly that the stadium fell silent and Yusuke and the others looked at you too. "I CAN'T STAND YOUR HATE TIRADS ANYMORE! The next one who says anything about 'kill this bastard' will get a free ticket to hell from me. WAS THAT CLEAR?"

Your friends had seldom seen you so loud and serious. The girls, Botan, Shizuru, Keiko and Yukino were very shocked by your exclamation.

Suddenly one of the demons jumped down from the stands and stood next to you.

"Pretty loose mouth for such a shitty, weak half-breed, darling."the green-colored beast grinned and licked its lips with its iguana-like tongue. "You are nothing but a shabby one demon, who has human blood in them. It doesn't surprise me that you are on the traitors side. But don't open your mouth like that if you know what's good for you. " He threatened you.

Your eyebrow twitched menacingly as the demon extended its claws and tried to slit your stomach. You reached for your weapons, chakrams, and a reddish-orange aura flooded the metal, your Reiki, mixed with Yoki. The audience held their breath when they could only hear lightning-fast cuts and white clouds of energy sliced the demon that was attacking you until the attacker fell dead to the ground.

"Anyone else has something to say to a " failed half-breed "? you asked the ranks, but the audience fell silent before you could finally devote yourself to the fighting again.

"T-That's enough! Kurama is on the ground and can no longer fight! I think a countdown is also unnecessary .." Koto interrupted the scene now when she saw the battered Kurama.

Bakken seemed to disagree and lifted Kurama up in the air again by his top.

"Now he's standing again. That means the fight goes on."the black-haired man smirked and wanted to make the final punch that should blow out Kurama's life light forever.

"Stop. That's enough, Bakken." a masked figure behind Bakken, another member of Team Mascho, spoke up.

"Why are you stopping me, Risho? I was just about to finish it." Bakken grumbled while Risho pointed to the opposite side of the arena.

"If you had landed this punch, that would have been your death." Risho spoke only dryly, while Bakken blinked and looked in the direction in which Risho was pointing.

Yusuke and you stood there, both of you in your strongest attacking postures. Yusuke was ready to use his "Rei-Gun" while your chakrams had turned into icy-tessen (Metal fans), the tips of their spikes were reinforced with your Reiki and turned into razor-sharp blades that could be shot individually. You were both ready to kill Bakken if he made any move.

"Tch. Fine. Well, you can have him back." Bakken sighed and threw Kurama carelessly out of the ring. Yusuke and you immediately rushed to the passed out Kitsune and Yusuke carried him to the edge of the ring. You were right behind him. After Yusuke dropped him off, you kneeled down at Kurama's side and looked up your human best friend.

"Yusuke." You spoke in a serious tone. Yusuke turned to you. questioningly. "... Beat the shit out of him. Hit that asshole really hard with a greeting from me." You muttered with bared teeth. Yusuke grinned and gave you a thumbs-up.

"Rely on me, [Y/n]. I will make sure that he gets a proper rubdown. And greetings from you. Just take care of our Kurama." Yusuke answered with a wink.

You nodded gently and put your hands on Kurama's damaged chest to let your Reiki flow into his body. That should give him enough energy to activate his own self-healing powers. At least that was how it prevented him from having too little energy.

He almost died ..

When Kurama woke up a little later, he promised you to never again risk his life so lightly.

[End of flashback]

"Remember your promise." you said softly and took Kurama's hand in yours to give it an affectionate squeeze. The fox just looked at you apologetically, but he was weighing whether he could really tell you that he couldn't keep this promise.

"I'm sorry. This may be my first promise, which I can't keep, as much as I would like to. But ..." he began before you could sigh in frustration. Kurama smiled and put a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'll give you a new promise for that." He said and made you blink in curiousity.

"One that you will keep?" you asked.

Kurama smiled and pulled you close for a moment.

"Yes. I promise you, if I survive my fight against Karasu .." he almost sounded as if he didn't believe in it himself, which only unsettled you even more. "... I will take you as my wife as soon as my human body is 18 years old."

Your eyes widened, speechless, at these words. Kurama, who had sworn off love and certainly did not want to settle down in the human world, had just given you the promise of marriage if he should emerge victorious from the battle ..

"K-Kurama .." you started, touched, when the Kitsune put his index and middle fingers on your lips and gently shook his head.

"I have to go into the ring now." He said, because the referee Juri had to call his name again.

Kurama broke away from you and went to the battlefield, where Karasu was already waiting for him. You held your breath as the fight began. It was going to be the hardest fight of all time for him, you were sure of it.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The fight was clearly dominated by Karasu for a long time, who seemed to foresee every one of Kurama's steps. His rosewhip basically crumbled to dust before it could hit Karasu due to a miniature bomb that the black-haired man had already placed. Knowing that Kurama would resort to his signature attack.

Even the transformation into his Youko form only briefly gave Kurama the upper hand in this fight.

Karasu was strong, incredibly strong. Kurama was already bleeding profusely on his legs and arms from the bombs that hit his flesh. The transformation into his demon form had already reached its limits. Now everything seemed to be over for the redhead when he went down and his robe was already completely bathed in red blood.

It was a horrible sight, almost worse than Bakken's back then. Kurama stopped moving when Karasu tried to put an end to it.

With the very last of his strength, Kurama was able to mobilize his last reserves and thus also make his Reiki to zero when he conjured up a large, gray plant. Shortly afterwards he sagged dead and his friends, as well as you, cried out in agony.

"KURAMA!"

Karasu stopped. Not because he thought his opponent was dead, but because something had pierced his chest. Everyone stared in disbelief at the three vines of the plant that Kurama had conjured up with his last strength. They seemed to suck out Karasus blood.

"What is happening?" Kuwabara asked in disbelief.

"The plant sucks out its blood. Like a vampire." You explained and looked a little more composed again. Apparently you knew this technique. Since dated Kurama, the others weren't surprised.

Before the crowd could properly process what had happened, Karasu fell to the ground. His skin was pale from massive blood loss and his eyes were blank and torn. He was dead.

But what about Kurama?

Kurama opened his eyes. The bleeding wounds had closed again as if by a miracle and he straightened up slightly wobbly. Did the vampire plant fed him with the blood of his victim to save his life? It was the only logical explanation.

Tears now ran down your cheeks. No tears of sadness, tears of infinite joy. He was alive. Kurama had kept his promise and survived this fight.

Without hesitation for a second, after Juri made him the winner, you ran onto the battlefield and threw Kurama to the ground in a stormy embrace. The Redhead was unprepared for the impact and lost balance when you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"Idiot. Idiot idiot idiot." You repeated several times, still sobbing slightly. This kitsune almost seemed to enjoy causing you so much grief by letting himself be beaten up in every fight.

Kurama smiled gently and caressed your back soothingly.

"Ssh. Everything is fine.", He whispered and heard only briefly loud sobs before you pulled away from him and stared at him.

"DO. THAT. NEVER. AGAIN." You warned and if Kurama wasn't grinning at you so sweetly, your anger would also come across convincingly. Instead, you just sighed softly and patted him gently on the shoulder. "But you also have to keep your promise," you added.

"Don't worry, I will." Kurama chuckled and turned to Yusuke with a hand sign. You blinked perplexed when Yusuke grinned and threw a small velvet box to him. Out of the corner of your eye you could see that it was a box with a beautifully decorated rose on the lid.

"Kurama .."

Kurama got on one knee and took your hand in his.

"I should do this formally and properly, don't you think?" He laughed and you suddenly realized something.

"... You already planned everything in advance, right ...?" You wanted to know.

Kurama gave a small laugh and kissed your palm lovingly before looking intensely into your eyes.

"Quite possible. No, but .. I've never met a woman like you in my life - and that applies to my human and demonic life - and I never expected to lose my heart to someone who makes me as happy as you. "

"Kurama .."

Kurama smirked when you didn't let him finish and cleared his throat to continue.

"Originally I wanted to stay in the human world because my mother and my friends were so close to my heart. But now there is another reason why I don't want to leave this world anymore. I want you by my side until the end of my days and ... start a family with you. In the human world. That is why I ask you, here and now, [First Name] [Last Name], do you want to be my wife and eternal mate? ", He asked and opened the box. Inside it was the most beautiful diamond ring you ever saw. Its sides were adorned with two beautiful jewels, a shiny [gem with your eye color] and a shimmering emerald. It was more than obvious that these jewels symbolized the eye colors of the both of you.

"Yes .. Yes, I want Kurama. Of course I want that!" You said overjoyed and let a smiling Kurama put the ring on your finger before he pulled you to him and kissed you passionately.

"U-Unbelievable! A marriage proposal during the final of the Dark Tournament! I've never seen anything like it!"Koto announced, she sat in the crowd as the second announcer and looked dreamily at the engaged couple.

You smiled and looked at the ring.

"So beautiful. But something's missing," you mumbled.

"Huh?", Kurama asked and you turned to him and grinned slightly.

"A topaz." You answered with a smile.

Now Kurama was the one whose eyes widened and he even blushed a little.

A topaz as golden as Youko Kurama's eyes. His demon form.

Now he was more certain than ever. He would never let you go again. He swore to himself.

#kurama x reader #kurama #youko kurama #youko kurama x reader #shuichi minamino #shuichi minamino x reader #yyh #Yu Yu Hakusho

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kalinawtokilig · 3 years

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180 Turn to You

{Bokuto Koutarou x genderneutral! Reader}

((Do you guys even need the guide?))

Guide :

(Y/N) = Your Name

(C/N) = Crush’s name

((bruh,, do you really need ya crush??? That bih broke ya heart,,, now ya reading anime men,, honestly same))

(((((is this how I write him????? Did I do it right???? I’m not sure how to tag this ending, I’m writing at the top of my head)))))

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It was no surprise to see you at the gymnasium again, the Fukurodani volleyball team were used to seeing you come in. You were always the plug, bringing snacks during their break and sometimes even energy drinks. The managers were always thankful of you dropping in from time to time, cause not only do you help them give out the towels and help refill the bottles, but you somehow held their precious and hyperactive ace on a leash. Besides Akaashi, who had seemed to have a lightbulb go off when Bokuto responded positively and listened to you when things are not going his way, Akaashi threw a meaningful nod, a silent ‘Thank you for being alive to help me with the emotional owl’.

Which you responded, an ‘ok’ gesture, a signal to reply to him, ‘I gotchu bruh’.

But this visit was different. Instead of approaching with your mellow and calm vibes, you appeared with red-rimmed, puffy eyes, glossed with already shed tears and eyes looking heartbroken. You tried your best biting the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from crying, and you did, as no one even noticed, not looking anyone in the eye for more than five seconds before turning elsewhere to give out the last water bottle.

Like anyone else, Akaashi was known to be observant and perspective, seeing other peoples tells and what they results are. He was good at that. He was also known for being a good friend and wingman. Contrary to belief, Bokuto had noticed your change in demeanor, shoulders slumped a bit and the forced smile he always love seeing on your cute face hadn’t reached the corners of your eyes.

“Akaashi,” The dark-haired male looked to his captain, the ends of his excited hair drooping a bit, “Doesn’t (Y/N) seem...weird?"

Akaashi wiped the sweat from the corner of his brow with the towel you’ve given to him, as he drank his water bottle, his eyes glanced to your figure, standing by the doors of the gym, you were kicking off something off your shoe and every time you let out a deep exhale, you begin to wipe your face with the end of your sleeve. Placing down the water bottle, he sat down on the bench and turned to his dear friend, “Bokuto-san, weird is a rude way to put it. Odd, yes. Weird, no. (Y/N) seems different today because maybe something happened, like they didn’t pass a test or they got into an argument with a friend.”

Bokuto drilled his eyes onto you, not like you noticed, you were too busy checking your phone, seeing if (C/N) texted you, expecting a better response to how they rejected you so curtly today. Yet, nothing. Well, nothing apologetic, as (C/N) continued to text you as if you didn’t pour your heart into confessing to them as they laughed at your face and denied your attraction towards them. You bit your lip, fingers gripping the phone as you shoved it into your pocket, hands balled into fists as you felt the utter annoyance and humiliation from how naive you thought you are, thinking that they’ll like you back.

As you waited for the team to leave, you sat on the bench at the corner of the gym building, you kept scrolling past through several past messages you had with (C/N). It was weird, how they would act so cozy and cutesy, but once you address them that you like them, thinking the signals they sent were definitely mutual between you and them, they shoot it down. Tears began to drop, one by one, as you sniffled, rubbing your nose with the hem of your sleeve, hiccuping a bit.

Something draped over your head, startled from the suddenness, you look up and see Bokuto looking down, standing as he crouches to your feet. He didn’t say anything, taking your phone and placing it to your side. You feel for the cloth that was on your head, soft and woodsy smell. It was his jacket.

“Heya.” He grins to you.

“Hi...” You mutter, looking down to your hands.

Bokuto tilts his head owlishly, his large hand holding yours, not hesitant by the fact you twitched by his impulsive actions. “Why are you sad?” He asks, peeking to see your face.

Sniffling, you shrugged.

“Did you fail a test? You shouldn’t worry about that, I fail plenty of tests, but I’m still passing somehow. Akaashi helps me a lot, but Konoha says its cause people don’t like to see himbos sad. I don’t really know what that means, but I’m glad no one likes to see me sad.” He pouts a bit, “I don’t wanna see you sad. Himbo or not, I think you’re really smart and you’re able to get back up if things don’t go your way.”

You let out a watery giggle, the unintended joke that Bokuto made was pretty funny, seeing your light reaction made Bokuto feel happier, he continued, “I think whatever happened today, or yesterday, or three days before, I think you were able to study and prepare for what happened! You’re always prepared for stuff! I’m not usually prepared cause I just wing it, but I know from you, you can keep going when things aren’t okay. You help through that a lot,” He plays with your fingers and holds both in his own, “I wanna help you through it, too, y’know.”

Bokuto always had something to say, even if it was a bit off. Yet somehow, what he says hits the mark most of the time. Three days before, you had planned and rehearsed your confession, thinking of possibilities of what will happen. Though, you hadn’t prepared to be laughed at by (C/N) and have what had between you two pretend like nothing happened, going throughout their day, whilst you stay sad with a broken heart.

Bokuto did make you feel better. You started to forget what happened today, sure it made you a bit bitter, but Bokuto’s sweetness overfilled your heart.

The ace began to see you stare at your hands, the small smile fading a bit. He pouted even more, grabbing your hands and placing them on his face, pushing cheeks together as he leaned close to you. “Don’t get sad now, (Y/N)! Let’s head to my place and watch that anime you like! The guy that keeps eating fingers!”

Your eyes widened to see his golden eyes sparkle, staring into yours. “U-Uh, sure, Bokuto.” Blushing from how close he is, you should be used to this, as Bokuto doesn’t recognize the concept of personal space.

He scrunched his nose, his hands pressing against yours to squish his face he hummed. “I know what we should do! Let’s do those sleepovers where you put that face masks of animals on me! The ones that smell good! I can take some from my sisters, they won’t know!” He proposed his idea, attempting to make you feel better as he plans.

“I-I’m not sure, Bo...” “Please! I’m here, y’know? I wanna help you, and I know you like to do those skincare stuff! My skin needs extra help, feel it!”

Blinking, you gulp down the internal screams as you rub your thumbs on his cheek, seeing his happy face become dazed a bit, he looked as if he was melting in your hands while you continued to caress him. You chuckled at how cute he can be.

“Fine, let’s go.”

He beamed, smile shining as bright as the sun, “Yosh!”

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Bokuto kept patting his face, astonished by how soft his skin is. “(Y/N), (Y/N)! Feel my skin! it’s so soft and shiny! The wonders of the mask is so cool!”

You smiled at him, patting your own face and began rubbing your hands. While he was busy, occupied with how amazing his skin had become, your phone chimed. Glancing at it, you frowned immediately.

(C/N) : Let’s hang out, just the two of us! It’ll be a date :D

When Bokuto turned around, seeing that you haven’t answered his question, his smile faltered, seeing you frown again, he shuffled onto the bed and plopped his chin on your shoulder. “Why are you sad again?” He muttered in a defeated tone. He thought having a sleepover will make you feel better, were you not enjoying it? Was he forcing too much of you? Is he making you feel bad or trapped that you had to be obligated to hang out with him?

“It’s not you, Bo. It’s...(C/N).” You replied, chucking your phone to the heap of pillows on his bed.

“(C/N)? The one in Akaashi’s class?” He asked, lifting his chin as you turn to him.

You nodded. “I told them I liked them and they...laughed at me. They said they didn’t like me and they only liked me as a friend. But it’s weird! They text me and get all...hugging and cutesy with me, they pretend they haven’t rejected me and go one through their day. Then,” “Then?”

“Then, they want to go on a date. Frickin, pick what you want us to be, jeez! I can’t keep up with their 180 turns! It’s getting me confused and I don’t want to keep having my heart ache.” You cross your arms on your chest and Bokuto hugs you from behind.

He hums. “Well, if it was me, I’ll say I’ll like you.” “That would be nice. And way better to understand. You’re straightforward. Not to mention even though your emotions do complete 180s, I’ll be there and I’ll be able to keep you close, also we get to be straightforward and have no...weird mixed signals to know that we’re just dancing around the subject of hand.”

Bokuto nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, his hair no longer his usual hairstyle as he already took a shower as its down and fluffier. “Mm! You don’t have to see them anymore either! We see each other more often and hang out more!”

You continued on, “We also are kind of that hyperactive and calm-collected dynamic too!”

“Ohoh! If you got together with (C/N), you have to memorize their favorite foods and movies. You already know tons of stuff about me!” He hugs you closer as you begin to laugh. “Bo, you have to know their favorite movies and foods if you’re dating. It’s part of being together. Making an effort is what makes the relationship work.”

He cuddles you more, strong arms around your waist and legs on either side of yours, “We make everything work, even if we argue n’ stuff like that.” You blink slowly. “We...Do, don’t we?”

“If anything, I’m always here, (Y/N).” “You always were and still, Bokuto.” You spoke, realization dawning on you.

He sighs, breathing in your scent mixed in with his conditioner, “I’ll always like you, even if you do a 180.”

Your hand held onto his, a small smile of fondness on your face as he laces your fingers with his, “I’ll always like you too. Even if your emotions do a 180.”

#haikyu x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x you

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peachy-beomie · 3 years

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Fellas, is it Gay to Kiss The Homies? <TEN-CENTRIC>

Genre: Light Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Kunten (Qian Kun x Ten Lee) and implied (Ten x Everyone) [ALL SHIPS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PLATONIC]

Word Count: 1455

Warnings: Fluff overdose, might give you diabetes /t

Synopsis: Ten just really likes kisses and he wants to give them to his friends. That’s it.

A/N: I wrote this wanting it to be Platonic!Kunten but tbh it may have gotten away from me a little bit so believe what you want ig

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30021543

Ten has always been overly affectionate. In the eyes of Weishennies, Winwin and Yangyang bear the brunt of it. On variety shows and lives Ten can sometimes be found floating around one of his two didis or entirely attached to them. It’s become a joke among fans and members, the way Ten calls Yangyang baby while the maknae responds with countless protests and whines. But something fans are unaware of is that off-camera, the Thai male’s affection extends to all the members. Ten is known to demand touches from most any friend in reach. Even Kun, despite the pairs’ constant bickering. The WayV members have grown used to Ten’s insatiable need to hold and be held. There’s a silent understanding between the 7 roommates. All the boys know that comforting Ten is just more of a physical thing. Each member understands, and some have even become fond of the actions. Most surprisingly Winwin. Though he seems like a total skinship anti, he’s all smiles whenever Ten envelopes him in a hug.

For the endless love and acceptance of his bandmates, Ten feels so incredibly blessed. But even in such a wonderful situation, there are things Ten can’t have. And lines he dare not cross.

To Ten, there’s nothing inherently romantic or sexual about his lingering touches. To him, spooning with his friends is his way of showing platonic affection. Obviously some things are reserved for romantic/sexual partners: making out and things of the like. But the lines between friendship and partnership are far thinner to him than most. He hasn’t told his friends about his affinity for kisses, having only recently come to terms with it himself. All through his life he’s had these fleeting urges to kiss his friends, and he’d always passed them off as intrusive thoughts. But lately, these urges have become more persistent. When his members are especially kind to him, he feels his attention float briefly to their lips, wishing to give them a small peck. It’s always a peck. A forehead kiss, eskimo, cheek, knuckle, nose; always something innocent. A mere grazing of lips to skin. No matter how innocent the intent or the action, Ten can’t help but feel completely and utterly ashamed.

Friends aren’t supposed to want to kiss each other, he chides to himself. The dancer already feels like enough of a bother asking to cuddle and hold hands, he fears that by taking the extra step, he’ll lose all 6 of them entirely. So he pushes these feelings deep down, and continues on, hoping the others don’t notice his worry.

Unfortunately for Ten, Kun prides himself on being in tune with his members’ emotions. Kun first realizes something is wrong during one of the group’s rare off days. He and Ten had opted to stay home, the younger practically BEGGING him to continue watching Doctor Who with him. The two eldest boys have been watching it together for a couple months, and have already plowed through 2 seasons (that’s quite impressive considering how packed their schedules are). Since it’s nearly impossible to refuse Ten anything, Kun finds himself lazing the day away on the couch, carding his fingers through the soft brown locks strewn across his lap.

“Fuck. Everything,” Ten says after they finish the season 2 finale. “Whoever made this episode is a monster.”

Kun giggles, leaning down to wipe stray tears from Ten’s cheeks. “You knew it had to end eventually Tennie.”

“YEAH BUT THAT WAS SO M E A N!” Ten removes his head from Kun’s lap as the older laughs harder. “It’s not funny!” The Thai man pouts, only eliciting more laughter.

“Aw you poor thing,” Kun teases, pushing himself off the couch and holding a expectant hand out to the pouting brunette. “C’mon you big baby. Let me make you something to cheer you up.”

Never one to turn down free food, Ten trudges to the kitchen and sits down at the table while his ge gets to work. Ten watches Kun work for 15 minutes before turning to the table and placing a bowl of noodles in front of Ten. The younger looks up at the singer then, an almost indecipherable look on his face. In those few seconds of silence, Kun sees hesitation in Ten’s eyes, an uncharacteristic moment of pause. It’s like Ten wants to do something but he’s restraining himself. Then all too quickly, the look is gone. Ten thanks Kun for the meal before scarfing it down.

Kun doesn’t bring it up then, or when he sees the same look directed at Hendery the next night while they’re playing Monopoly. He waits a week before finally confronting the boy, having seen the same hesitant gaze 5 or more times by now.

He decided to confront him after their biweekly Just Dance tournament. Kun and Ten were on a team together and kicking everyone else’s asses. After winning their 4th consecutive battle they’d hugged victoriously. When they pulled back, Ten had “the look” written all over his face. And without warning, he pecked Kun on the nose.

Oh.

Ten stood straight in horror, he didn’t even give Kun a chance to say anything before bolting out of the room. The 5 other members followed him with eyes full of worry and concern. They’re only semi-placated with Kun’s promise of “I’ll talk to him.”

Kun opened the door to Ten and Hendery’s shared room to see Ten facing the wall dejectedly, curled tightly into his blankets. The older made sure he moved softly and quietly, not wanting to spook the boy. He sat himself on the bed across from Ten’s huddled figure, not missing the other boy’s flinch. Kun lays down behind the boy, wrapping his arms around his middle.

“I’m not mad Yongqin, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Kun uses Ten’s Mandarin name, knowing the younger loves the way it rolls off his tongue. “I just want to understand, ok?” The older rubs soothing circles on Ten’s arm with his finger.

“I’m sorry,” Ten whispers, almost imperceptibly quiet.

“Qinqin I told you there’s nothing to be s--”

“No but I am sorry,” Ten says, turning himself in Kun’s hold to face the older, but still not making eye contact. “I-I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I could tell it was bothering you.” Kun says, raising the eyebrow of the dancer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Kun confirms. “So do you have a crush on me?”

“Not at all,” Ten says honestly. He fiddles with his fingers between their parallel chests rather than meet Kun’s gaze. “I just… hhh I don’t know how to begin to explain it.”

“Take your time.” Kun assures which Ten is exceedingly grateful for. Kun has always been patient and level-headed that way.

“It’s kinda like… you know how you hug your friends? To show them you care about them?” Kun nods easily. “Well, for me… kissing is kinda equivalent to a hug with a friend. It’s just...my way of showing affection I guess,” Kun nods again, taking in every word Ten says. “It became apparent a few months ago. But I didn’t want to bother you guys with it, so I kept quiet. And I know it’s weird and it’s really no big deal if you don’t want to I can--”

“Ten.”

“Yeah, It’s too much isn’t it? Can we just pretend this never happened? I’m really sor--”

“Ten.”

“Look Kun don’t worry about it. It’s really fine. I just want to--”

“Yongqin.”

Ten finally ceases his baseless ranting. Kun rubs up and down the boy’s upper arms.

“Ten it’s fine. I never said I disliked it. If platonic kisses are something you want… something you need,” Kun smiles lightly. “Then I don’t see a problem with that.”

This time Ten actually does look Kun in the eye, cat-like eyes wide with disbelief. “What?”

“Just explain to me what you need Yongqin,” Kun whispers understandingly, and for some reason it makes Ten blush a little. “I’m all ears.”

Ten was left completely dumbfounded. He had just proposed something… crazy.... and yet Kun isn’t running. He doesn’t seem weirded out, or scared, or disgusted. He’s still there.

“U-um…” Ten starts. “Just… small ones, I guess. Like cheek, nose, knuckles, forehead, hair, that kind of stuff,” Kun processes all this again. “A-and pecks on the lips are nice sometimes… i-if that’s not too much.”

Kun shakes his head and smiles, “Sounds good to me!” And to punctuate it, he places a small kiss on Ten’s forehead, setting the boy’s cheeks aflame once more.

“T-Thanks,” He says genuinely.

“Of course Tenten,” The older contemplates giving him another kiss for assurance, but he decides that he shouldn’t overwhelm Ten too much just yet. “Anything for you.”

KUNTEN PIC OF THE DAY:

I call this one: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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pagingevilspawn · 3 years

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Hi could u please write a fic where alex is diagnosed with a serious illness and jo is there with him for support ?

doctors make the worst family members

anon, i’m gonna start by saying that this is most certainly NOT what you asked for, but it's what you're getting. One; I can't write angst for shit so it would just be a major disappointment, and two; I truly just don’t have the heart to write my favorite character with a serious illness, lol.

Also, welcome to the series I'm starting. It's called, “payton uses evan peters characters from ahs for jolex baby names because she loves him and every character he plays”. (“payton loves evan peters too much” for short) it’ll be a ride 😎

anyways... hope you enjoy, nevertheless!

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Jo Karev stood in her husband’s room, pacing around one the hospital’s floors so much she would make a hole in them if she continued any longer. She anxiously bit her nails with one hand, the other rubbing circles on her seventeen week baby bump.

She stops her movements suddenly, making her way to the uncomfortable hospital chair that sat in the corner of the room, flopping down into it, more than happy to be off her feet. They were beginning to feel like she had just through the grand canyon, not to mention, were the size of cantaloupes.

“You good now?” Alex asks her from his bed, a teasing smirk on his lips. His arms were crossed in front of his hospital gown, an item he (very) reluctantly put on. Jo had given him a glare and he knew he couldn’t refuse. Never get in a fight with Josephine Karev, he learned that one a while ago, but it was especially important that he never got into a fight with a pregnant Josephine Karev. She went full on criminal defense attorney, and he wasn’t going to lie, it was pretty scary.

Jo throws him a sharp glare. Due to her pregnancy, her mood swings had been hitting harder than ever. One second she wanted to pummel her husband, and the next she wanted him to hold her in his arms forever. Although, she supposed that wasn’t too out of the normal though, since Alex was always finding some way to piss her off and then say something sickenly sweet to make it up to her. A more accurate description would be how she went from joyful in the morning to blubbering tears and incoherent words when she figured out her favorite pair of jeans didn’t fit. (It was a scary sight, Alex had to console her for a good twenty minutes before she was able to fully calm down. Pregnancy hormones were wack.)

“Shut up.” she glowers, sinking lower in her seat, tracing circles on her belly in an effort to calm the kicking in her stomach. Baby decided now would be a good time to jab a kick straight to her rib, so she hunches over in her chair, letting out a small hiss of pain before adjusting herself, not missing the way Alex’s eyes look at her warily.

“You okay?” he questions, making Jo bob her head up and down.

“Fine. Your daughter just likes you more than me, which you know, I'm totally okay with. I mean, it’s not like I'm growing her inside me for nine months or anything.” she stares at him pointedly, causing the worry etched on his face to fade away and form a crooked smirk.

Alex chuckles, leaning back into the multiple hospital authorized pillows behind him as he runs a hand through his hair. He had a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue, but decided to hold it in. Jo was stressed, and the last thing he needed was to cause her any more.

It didn’t take long for Jo to begin her pacing again. She traveled the length of the room. The door, to the blue chair. Door to the blue chair. Back and forth, back and forth. Alex was starting to get dizzy just by looking at her. Her brown locks flew behind her as she moved, at times picking up her pace, making it across the room even quicker. It was at then that she would fiddle with the rings on her left hand, twisting them and untwisting them, tracing her fingers over the large diamond from her engagement ring and the smaller ones from her wedding ring. When she was little she always thought it was the other way around. She thought the big, fancy diamond was for the wedding, while the more modest piece of jewelry was the one that was ever so delicately placed in the velvet box.

She stares at the ring fondly, a small smile subconsciously gracing her lips. God, it was so beautiful. A 2.5 carat princess cut with a platinum band. Jo knew the name of the shape of the diamond wasn’t by accident, it had most definitely been the main reason why he had chosen that exact one. (She found out it was a princess cut when Kepner had taken her finger and examined the ring, sprouting out facts about the new piece of jewelry she was wearing. Also known as the only reason she knew any details about the rock that only left her finger when she had to be surgery, a rare now since she had transferred to OB)

When he pulled out that ring the first time, she was shocked to say the least, one; because, well he was proposing to her, and two; it was so freaking gorgeous.

Jo was never the type of woman to gush over rings and weddings and frilly dresses with frumpy looking bridesmaids gowns and too many different forks to choose from at dinner. But when she saw that ring? It didn’t matter that they were arguing, it didn’t matter that she felt like he wasn’t in her corner, she just wanted that ring. She never felt like that with Paul (for obvious reasons), the want to stick that ring on her finger and never take it off. Besides that fact that it was beautiful, she knew the real reason she wanted it so badly was because it came from him, from Alex, the man she loved more than life itself. She hated when she had to tell him to put the beautiful ring away, because she wanted nothing more than to wear it herself.

“Jo, I’m gonna be fine.” the man says, watching as his wife stops her movements, turning around to glare at him so sharply he wanted to pull the words back into his mouth and zip them up.

“You don’t know that!” she explodes at him, moving her arms around aimlessly, angry tears beginning to glaze over her eyes. Damn pregnancy hormones.

She lets out a huff, her breath coming out shakily as she tries to fan out the water in eyes.

Alex flashes her a small smile, “Jo, it's an appy. A freakin’ appy. Bailey’s doing it! Nothing’s gonna go wrong if Bailey is doing my appy.” he remarked.

“So many things could go wrong!” she exclaims, pacing around the room once more as words come flying out of her mouth with absolutely no filter at all. “There’s bleeding, infection, inflammation, your appendix could burst-”

She’s cut off by Alex, who’s shaking his head. “Jo.” he looks up at her, her brown eyes boring into his, “I’ll be fine.” he reassures her, watching as she tries to swallow the lump growing in her throat. He pats the bed beside her, signaling for her to come sit next to him.

Jo waddles to him, curling up to his side and placing her head on his chest as he runs fingers through her hair. “You can’t die on me, alright?” she mumbles into him, letting a single tear come down her cheek and land on his hospital gown.

“I won't. Promise.” he places a peck on top of her head.

Jo lets out a little chuckle, “I was never this emotional with Walker.” she teases.

Alex laughs, pulling her closer into him. “Trust me, I know.” he says, earning him a slap on the chest. “Speak of the devil…” he trails off, seeing Meredith walk into the room with a little boy glued to her hip.

“Momma! Daddy!” the three year old exclaims once he sees his parents, a wide smile painting his face as he tries to wiggle out of his auntie’s arms and onto the ground. It felt like he hadn’t seen them in forever, even if it was just six hours before he was being dropped off at daycare.

“Hi bubs!” Jo exclaims, taking Walker from Meredith’s extended hold and setting him down on her lap, his big, hazel eyes staring up at his parents in adoration while the blonde goes to sit in the chair Jo previously occupied.

Walker adjusts his position, making sure not to sit on his mommy’s bump. “Hi baby sissy.” he says to her stomach. Jo takes his hand and puts it on her abdomen, watching his face light up as he feels a sharp kick come straight to his tiny palm.

“Sissy says hi back.” Alex grins, ruffling the little boys spiky hair, which had somehow stayed intact throughout his adventurous day at the hospital’s daycare. He had his wife to thank for that. Jo had somehow managed to find a way to keep their son’s hair in place after long hours, thanks to copious amounts of gel she had mastered the use of. He used to say that a shaggy haircut was fine and perfectly normal, but she said that she ‘didn’t want her son looking like Will Byers’. All haircut debates officially ended after that.

The parents listen as their little boy rattles on about his day, from seeing his best friend Peter to knocking down the block towers he built over and over again. Their three year old was a little bundle of joy, their complete surprise baby. Jo always joked that he was created the night of her faux pregnancy announcement, since the dates lined up. Walker was something else. He inherited Jo’s hazel eyes nose, but everything else about the little boy screamed Karev, from the big head he had when he was born to the crooked smirk that permanently stayed plastered on his lips, always ready to get into some trouble.

Some days he acted like an angel, but majority of the time he was the literal spawn of Evil Spawn. Cristina’s custom made onesies and t-shirts were frequently worn by little Walker, which proudly stated, “My Daddy is an Evil Spawn!”, “Spawn of Evil Spawn”, “Product of an Evil Spawn and Hairball” just to name a few.

Walker and Meredith found them hilarious, Jo and Alex… not so much.

A few minutes later a nurse walks in, asking Alex if he needed anything while simultaneously checking his vitals when the little boy speaks up.

“Hi!” he chirps excitedly, a crooked grin on his face. He loved meeting new people, one of the few differences he shared from his parents, but they knew that was a good thing. Walker had always been sociable and practically made friends everywhere he went. The cashier at the grocery store, the workers at the receptionist’s desk, random people he passed on the street… little Karev was quite a people person.

“Hi there sweetie,” the woman in her mid-twenties coos, tucking a strand of strawberry blonde hair behind her ear as she bends down slightly to meet the little boy’s height. “I’m Andrea, what’s your name?” she asks.

“Walker!” the tiny brunette exclaims.

Andrea laughs, shaking her head a little bit at the adorable little boy, looking up to meet Alex’s eyes. “Your vitals are good Doctor Karev. Dr Bailey should be in soon to go have you sign your consent forms, but otherwise just sit here until then.”

Alex says his thanks as the nurse walks out the door, his son watching as the young girl leaves. Walker leans up unexpectedly, whispering loudly enough for the three adults in the room to hear.

“She had big boobies.” he giggles, clutching a hand over his mouth, trying to hide his large grin.

Jo’s face could only be described as scandalized, while Alex and Meredith burst into loud laughter, their sound filling up the room with the little boy’s giggles.

“Walker Alexander Karev!” oh you are so your father’s son.

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nctflirts · 5 years

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future; mark lee

in which, mark lee is your boyfriend. that’s it. that’s the description.

anonymous said: helllooo~ if it’s okay, could i request like a cute little pillow talk scenario with Mark? just like talking about like your future together and like kids and stuff? thanks babes! genre: pure sickening boyfriend fluff ( gender neutral reader) warnings: u know da drill i dont proofread my shit. word count: 1.2k

3:43am

you’d lost track of how long you’d been staring at mark, your sleeping counterpart; it had become a hobby you were exceedingly good at. your foreheads were inches away as you lay in bed with your boyfriend, and every time you scan his face in the moonlight you find another reason to love him. the little moles on his neck. his lack of makeup, allowing you to study the blemishes on his cheeks. his faded pink lips parted slightly as his slumber sighs begin to threaten small snores. you couldn’t seem to sleep, your mind racing with thoughts of him and his touch and his laugh.

you can’t help but to run your thumb across his cheekbone, the skin you feel warm and soft to the touch. to keep your hands off of him, to keep your eyes off of him would be impossible in this moment. this was the boy the stars danced for, you determine. enraptured isn’t the word. you lean forward and place your lips to his forehead. he’s hot. not in that way. well, yes, but no. his body radiates a heat, but you have a suspicion his hands are cold.

you’re lost in your own thoughts and images of the angels crafting this boy to be put on earth, here, with you. it’s not until you notice his breathing has quieted that you resolve to try and sleep. the sun will start rising in a moment; you’re not built for a lack of sleep, you’ve never been the type to thrive while tired, like mark.

“it’s late. shouldn’t you be asleep?” mark’s voice is coated with sleep. his eyes are still closed, and he hasn’t moved an inch, you’re not even sure if he’s fully conscious. you offer a half smile.

“technically it’s just really early.”

his bambi eyes flicker open, a twinkle in them as he peers at you. his hand reaches for yours, and he interlocks your fingers. his hand is warm. “why don’t you sleep?”

“i’d rather look at you.” you say blatantly. his lips curl into an embarrassed smile, he rolls his eyes.

“that’s cheesy.”

“it’s true.” you shrug. he’s not one for cheesy lines, his best attempts being phrases he’d heard from johnny, which, to be honest, were never good. you tend to outperform him in both flirting and PDA. which is fine. his little love nudges, hand squeezes and laughs content you just enough. a comfortable silence fills the room, the air warm like a good hug. you suspect he’s fallen back asleep, but he proves you wrong when he hums.

“hey.”

“hi, mark lee.”

“if one day we were.... like.. if one day we were married. would you- would that be okay?”

another silence, most likely less comfortable on his side. to say you hadn’t thought of marriage with him would be a lie; god, you only ever thought of marriage with him.

“if this is your proposal i definitely have some complaints.” you laugh.

he laughs as well, but you can hear the unrest in his voice. “no, it’s not, i swear. i just. i like it when we’re like this.”

“i like it, too.” you nod, unsure of where he’s going with this rant.

“i mean. when you’re here... i don’t have to worry about anything when you’re here. it’s like, nice.”

you stifle a chuckle and his rambling. “well, i’m glad you don’t worry.”

he shakes his head, hair falling in the way of his eyes. “no, you don’t get it. i never not worry. i’m built for worrying about things. i always do it. but when i see you, it’s like... i don’t? like when i see you, and you hug me, time .. just... stops and... i just think about you?”

you smile softly, his shifting gaze illuminated the light pouring through your window. your heart soared at his words, and you squeeze his hand.

“i love you so much.”

“i missed being with you. like this.” he sighs, inching forward so your foreheads grazed each other’s.

“to answer your question, i think it would be okay if one day we were married.”

he laughs. it’s your favorite sound ever, you decide. his thumb is caressing the back of your hand. is it possible to love too much?

“i want kids.” he blurts. you can’t help the snort that escapes you. that’s mark, either he says nothing or he says it all.

“right now? is it not a bit early in the morning for that?”

you can practically hear him blushing, his ears red instantly as he stutters a protest. “no, no, no- noooo, that’s not what i meant. i meant. babies. with you. later on. a lot later on.”

you nod. “i want kids too. maybe 5?”

“god, 5 is a lot, don’t you think? all we have is my tiny ass apartment and your even tinier flat?”

“well i don’t think we plan on living in our broke young adult homes forever, do we?”

“oh, yeah.” he thinks, staring at the wall behind you for a moment. “we’ll have a big penthouse.”

“a penthouse? for a family?” you scoff.

“you’ve obviously never seen jessie.”

“i haven’t. i’m a nickelodeon fan for life.”

“you’re sick, you know that?”

“you love me.”

“more than anything in the world.” he nods. “but still. five?”

you laugh. “hey, you’re the one who brought up children.”

“yes, but five of them is overkill. one is lazy. two is mediocre. three is a good number. four is pushing it. five? at that point you’re being an overachiever and absolutely nobody wins at that point.”

you snort. “well, i guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“we’re not having five children, ______ .” he says with resolve in his tone.

you find the conversation hilarious, 5 children seems reasonable to you, far into the future, at least. five little mark lees? obviously a good idea.

“you’d be a good dad.” you coo, distracting him from the previous subject successfully. his eyes light up.

“you think so?”

you think for a moment, flashes of memories yet to be made. mark building blanket forts for his children, playing catch with them. you grin to yourself, heart swelling. “absolutely, babe.”

he practically coos, you can tell this was one of the things he’d worried about.

“you know. whenever i think about my future- i don’t think a lot about it? i have so much going on right now, i don’t think long term a lot? but i do know that... whenever i think about my future, it always has you in it.” he shrugs. “so,, i don’t think there’s a timeline in which i’m not enchanted by you. i don’t want to do life without you, i don’t think i can do life without you, ____.” he whispers, as if the moon outside will hear.

you think tiredness makes him loopy, a subconscious guard being down and letting him spill out his soul universe to you. you lean forward and peck his lips momentarily.

“you are mark lee, the most important thing in my life. you were when we met, you are right now, and you will be forever and ever.” your words are coming out slurred now as drowsiness threatens to take over. he notices and smiles, his hand makes its way to the side of your face, and he brushes his thumb against your cheek. “we need to sleep. you need to sleep, babe.”

you hum softly, your eyes fight against the imaginary weights pulling them down. you feel mark’s thumb still drawing circles on your cheeks, and you can’t help but to let your eyes flicker close.

“g’night.” you mumble.

“it’s 4am, might as well say good morning.” he chuckles.

“this is why we’re having 5 kids.” you manage, sticking your tongue out at him.

his laugh is the last thing you hear before drifting off to sleep, it lulls you off to sleep and you can still hear it while you dream.

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mfingenius · 5 years

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Hey so you take request, yes? I would love to see a soulmate, royal Drarry story something sweet, a little sad but with a happy ending

Yes babe, I am always taking requests (a reminder to all of u bc this is the last recent request in my ib so SEND ME SOME!!!! pretty please :D)

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The first time it happens, Draco’s fifteen and terrified. He’s only had his soulmark - Harry Potter, written along his hipbone in dreadful handwriting - for about a week, but he should’ve known it wouldn’t take long for people to find out. After all, it is Prince Harry Potter who they’re talking about.

The Kidnappers have him tied to a chair and gagged, though thankfully not blindfolded. The back of his head is bleeding from where they hit him with the hilt of a knife, but otherwise he’s unharmed. It takes two hours for the prince to find him.

When he does, he comes in with his sword and - almost single handedly - harms or kills all of the kidnappers. Show-off, Draco thinks while rolling his eyes.

The Prince takes the gag out of his mouth and unties him, and then gives a blinding smile. He opens his mouth, but Draco beats him to it.

“Don’t think I am impressed by this little display.” He says, standing on slightly shaky legs. “I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for you.”

And then stomps away without another word, leaving Prince Harry standing in the middle of the room, mouth still open, with a confused frown on his face.

The second time it happens, Draco’s less afraid. It has only been a few months since the first time he got kidnapped, and it goes about the same; they hit him in the back of the head and then take him to another location while he’s passed out.

He’s tied to a chair again, and, this time, not gagged, but blindfolded. Draco’s rubbed his wrists raw trying to get out of the ropes by the time the Prince arrives, with more guards this time.

He takes off the blindfold with the same blinding smile as the last time and unties Draco’s wrists. Draco opens his mouth again, but this time, the prince beats him to it.

“I know, I know, you’re not impressed by me saving you,” he has a dimple. “Even if it’s the second time this has happened.”

Draco momentarily forgets how to speak. Heat rushes to his face, and he shakes his head to clear it.

“I wouldn’t need saving if it weren’t for you.” He points out.

“Technically, you wouldn’t need saving if you were more careful about getting yourself kidnapped.” Harry says. Draco glares tightly, and he laughs. “It’s alright, love, I’ll always be here to save you.”

It makes Draco’s cheeks absolutely burn - which drags a lazy, smug grin from the Prince - and Draco struggles for words.

“I - I - you-” He begins, and Harry slips his sword back into his belt.

“Cat got your tongue?” He asks cooly.

Draco glares.

“This is your fault, Potter.” He snaps, and then walks away.

It’s - thankfully - more than a few months before he is kidnapped again. It’s enough time that Draco is sixteen now, and, somewhow, thinks himself more prepared for this. This time, however, it doesn’t stop with a knife-hilt to the head. Draco’s lost most of his fear by then, which means he doesn’t have much incentive for keeping his mouth shut. He earns a bloody mouth and a black-eye for his troubles.

When the Prince comes - not to save him, because Draco is not some maden in need - his smile fades when he sees Draco’s face.

“They hurt you?” he says, running careful fingertips along the edges of Draco’s split lip. It sends a shiver through Draco.

“I’m fine,” he says stiffly. He is, really. It’s no worse than he’s gotten because of fights at school. “Would you mind untying me, oh my saviour?”

Evidently, Harry thinks that if Draco can give him cheek he is fine enough, because he grins and straddles Draco’s thighs - he’s lying on his front this time, with his hands tied behind his back - and gets to working on the knots.

“You know, I’m your prince.” Harry points out. “And your soulmate. You should be treating me with more respect.”

He doesn’t sound like he particularly minds it, though, so Draco only shakes his head and bats his eyelashes, even though Harry can’t see him.

“Oh?” He says. “What is it that you would like me to call you? Prince Potter? King? Wait, no. Saint Potter?”

Harry laughs richly and shakes his head.

“Harry’s fine.” he says. Draco ignores the flutter in his stomach at the sound of his soulmate’s laugh. Harry gets off his thighs, and it takes Draco a moment to realize his hands are free. When he does, he sits up and rubs at them weakly. Harry’s worried frown is back again, and he runs a finger along the edges of the bruise around Draco’s eye. “Let me assign you some guards.”

Draco laughs disbelievingly before he realizes Harry’s serious.

“No.” He says. “Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” Harry frowns.

“Why not?” Draco repeats. “I don’t know how often you get out of the palace, Potter, but us commoners don’t go around with a security detail on our tails.”

“You’re my soulmate,” Harry frowns. “You’re not exactly like everyone else.”

Draco barks out a disbelieving laugh and shakes his head.

“No,” he says, and leaves.”

It’s an entire year before he gets kidnapped again. He’s seventeen, entirely too busy for this, and wishing he had said yes to the guards Harry had offered. Instead of hitting him with the hilt of a knife to knock him unconcious, he recieves a stab wound to the side.

He’s so weak from the blood-loss he’s not even tied up.

By the time Harry arrives, Draco’s head is spinning, and his body feels incredibly cold. Harry presses a hand to his forehead and Draco whimpers and curls up, trying to get away from the scorching heat that is Harry’s hand.

Draco can’t hear past the ringing in his ears, and his vision is blurry, but he catches sight of Harry’s face and sees no trace of his handsome grin, only a grim frown between his eyebrows. Draco tries to soothe it away with his thumb, but, before he can reach Harry’s face, Harry grabs his hand between his and kisses his knuckles, before dropping it back to the floor.

There are hands around his back and under his knees, and then he’s being lifted up. His head drops back slightly, and there’s a sharp pang of pain from the bleeding wound at his side. He passes out.

He wakes in the palace, a day later, and is only let go after the physicians in the palace approve it.

Harry doesn’t give him the option to refuse the guards this time.

When he’s eighteen, it happens again. Thankfully, it is not nearly as bad as the last time. In fact, nothing happens. He’s tied up again, but he’s not even knocked unconcious. When Harry finds him, the wave of relief is so clear over his face that Draco’s plan to taunt him goes right out the window and he can only smile reassuringly and murmur, “I’m okay,” as Harry unties him.

“This is getting tiring, Malfoy,” Harry teases lightly. He kisses the back of Draco’s neck as he unties the ropes - a liberty he’s been taking lately anytime they see each other, which never fails to make Draco’s stomach flutter pleasantly - and Draco smiles.

“Is it? For you?” he asks, voice dripping with irony. “Because I just love getting kidnapped yearly.”

Harry snorts and finishes untying him. Draco rolls his shoulders but doesn’t immediately stand from the chair. Harry comes back around and stares at him intently. His eyes are entirely too green.

“What?” Draco asks, a little defensively.

“Let me court you.” Harry says.

“What?” Draco asks again, out of surprise this time.

“Let me court you,” Harry repeats. “I want to court you, Draco Malfoy.”

Draco opens his mouth with the full intent to ask ‘are you insane’, but, instead, what comes out is, “Okay.”

Harry grins brighter than Draco’s ever seen him.

Over the next year, they go on dates on weekly bases. They kiss, but never spend the night together - it’d be inappropriate according to courting rules, apparently - and, somewhere along the way, Draco finds himself falling madly in love with Harry.

They court for a full year before Harry proposes, and, when he does, Draco doesn’t even think of saying no.

They set the date for may, on a relatively boring spring day. Everything’s perfect. Which is, of course, why Draco has to get kidnapped. Again.

“Seriously, love?” Harry complains, when he comes to save him. “On our wedding day? It couldn’t wait?”

“I tried telling them,” Draco says, waiting patiently for Harry to untie him. “However, they were busy next week, so it had to be now.”

Harry shakes his head fondly at Draco’s cheek and kisses along his spine as he unties his wrists. He peppers the irritated skin with small, light kisses that bring a dopy smile to Draco’s face.

“You’re going to cause me to gray early.” He says, frowning as he stands. “Is that what you want? A gray-haired husband?”

Draco laughs and stands, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck and pecking the hollow of his throat, the only exposed piece of skin at lip-level.

“I’d love you even if you went grey at twenty two.” He says, tugging on the hair at the nape of Harry’s neck. Harry smiles and indulges him, leaning down so Draco can press a small kiss to his lips.

“Let’s hope I don’t,” Harry says with a mock-scowl. “I wouldn’t appreciate it very much. So I’d appreciate it if you can stop getting kidnapped every two seconds.”

Draco laughs. “You’ll always come for me, anyways.”

Harry’s smile softens. “Of course I will, love.”

Draco smiles and buries his head on Harry’s shoulder.

“My saviour,” he murmurs. It has somehow stopped being entirely sarcastic.

Harry laughs and pulls away. “Come on. Let’s get married.”

He opens the door for Draco, and then smacks his arse as he crosses the doorway, for which Draco sends him an amused glare. Harry gives him a cheeky grin, and Draco can’t quite keep the smile off his face.

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Somebody Else (Changkyun Short Story || Part 2)

Pt.1 ||

Warning: some smut; will label parts accordingly.

“You’re in love with somebody else. Maybe I can offer some help; get over them by getting under me…”

“Y/N,” Changkyun’s voice is a low whisper, “Stop…” he pulls away and looks at her.

Y/N is breathless and her nose and lips are red from the blood flow to her face, “What?”

“I- I don’t want to do this while you’re sad. It’s-it’s not right,” He sits up, turning his back to her slightly, “I’m not that kind of guy.”

She bites her lip, embarrassed and feeling rejected- for the second time tonight.

“Yeah, I understand…” She sits up and avoids looking him in the eye, “it would probably end up being a stupid mistake anyway…”

He looks at her, disappointed by her words.

“Just go to sleep. I’ll take the couch…” He says, standing up and walking over to a small closet and taking out a pillow and some blankets.

She nods silently, pulling back the covers, but pauses before getting in,

“Do you have any clothes I can borrow? This dress is uncomfortable,” She says.

He briefly glanced down at the dress; clinging to her body, every curve outlined perfectly- too tight to dance in, too short for church.

“Yeah…” He looks away quickly, trying to keep his word.

He walks to his bed and bends down to open one of the built-in drawers. He focuses all his attention on taking out a shirt and sweats; trying desperately to ignore that her smooth, toned legs were so close to his face, and if he were to look up-

“Here,” He stands up quickly, and hands her the clothes.

She nods and grabs the clothes from him, still trying not to look him in the eyes.

“Thanks.”

He lets out a deep sigh and drops onto the bed after he hears the bathroom close.

“What the hell…” He mutters in disbelief as he replays their kiss.

Picking up his phone, he unlocks it to find a bunch of notifications from the groupchat with Shownu and Kihyun, and then some from Jooheon.

Shownu: Did you see the post?

Kihyun: Dude… wth is going on? They’ve known each other for like what? A week?

Shownu: It may as well be a week.

Kihyun: Poor Y/N…

Shownu: Changkyun, where are you?

He sighs, exiting the chat. He can’t deal with them right now… He taps on Jooheon’s conversation.

Jooheon: Are you okay? You seemed weird on the phone. I wanted to invite you out for drinks, on me. Help me celebrate, asshole

Changkyun rolls his eyes and tosses the phone across the room to the couch.

When the bathroom door opens, he looks up.

If he wasn’t already having a hard time holding it together… he definitely is now.

His shirt is big on her, and goes just past her finger tips in length- and the sweats…are in her hand.

He swallows and looks down, trying to pretend not to notice, “Sweats didn’t fit?”

She shakes her head, “No, but it’s find- I’m wearing my own shorts,” She raises the shirt up slightly to show him the tiny shorts she’d been wearing under her dress.

He nods, “Cool. Toss ‘em to me, I’ll wear them.”

She nods and then pauses for a moment, “Changkyun,”

He looks back up at her, “Yeah?”

“Catch,” She balls up the pants and launches them at his face, more forcefully than one might imagine for just a pair old sweats.

“Hey!” He laughs.

She smiles and crawls into his bed, “You’re welcome.”

And just like that, the awkwardness and confusion seemed to dissipate between them.

He chuckled softly as he walked over to turn the lamp off.

“Good night…” He says into the darkness.

“Good night, Changkyun…”

Sun pours in, shining on Changkyun’s closed lids. “Mm…” He whines, slowly coming out of his sleep.

He blinks a few times, adjusting his eyes to the harsh light. He gets up and walks to the window, irritatedly sliding them closed.

Looking over at the bed, he notices it’s empty. He looks over and sees the bathroom door closed, and he assumes she’s probably inside.

He sits back down on the couch, and rubs his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the t-shirt he’d let Y/N borrow the night before, folded neatly and placed on the bedside table.

“Huh?” He walks over to the bathroom and knocks on the door. When he hears no answer, he turns the knob slowly and opens it up;

Empty.

He scratches the back of his neck and walks over to get his phone from the floor next to the floor. Three missed calls from Jooheon, one text from Y/N.

He opens up her text first.

Y/N: Hey- had to go take care of some stuff. I didn’t wanna wake u but dnt worry, caught an uber. Ttyl.

Sighing, he moves on to the missed calls from Jooheon. He braces himself for the call; Jooheon’s always been a morning person.

The phone rings once, twice, and on the third, Jooheon answers- as expected, his voice is chipper and riddled with excitement.

“Finally, dude!”

It makes Changkyun want to gag.

“Hey…you called?”

“We’re gong to breakfast.”

“I’m not sure I’m really up to it-”

“Shut the fuck up. We’re going. Get dressed, I’m on my way,” Jooheon hangs up before he can say anything else.

“Ugh…” He groans and tosses his phone next to him.

He lazily throws on some clothes and stares at himself in the mirror as he brushes the alcohol out of his mouth. Though he isn’t hungover, he feels like trash.

His phone lights up and he picks it up;

Jooheon: I’m outside.

Changkyun rolls his eyes and shoves his phone and keys in his pocket before walking out of his apartment.

Jooheon talks the entire way to the Denny’s Diner. He goes on about his fiance; the details of how he proposed, her reaction… a bunch of things Changkyun can’t quite bring himself to care about, because all he can think of is Y/N crying her eyes out last night at the bar.

“Are you okay, man?” Jooheon stares at him from across the table.

Changkyun looks down at the mug of black coffee in front of him.

“Jooheon…I want to be excited for you…”

Confusion fills Jooheon’s face, “What do you mean you ‘want to be’ excited for me?”

Changkyun brings the mug up to his face; the smell alone begins to wake him up.

“You’re my best friend. I love you, man. I want no more than to cheer for you, and tell you that I’m happy for you- but you’ve only known this girl for a few months- don’t you think you’re going a little fast?”

Jooheon stares back incredulously, “I mean, sure we haven’t known each other for a long time, but love doesn’t know time-”

“Don’t give me that shit,” Changkyun rolls his eyes.

“What shit? I love her. She loves me. I want to marry her- and either you’ll support me, or you won’t. It’s not like we’re hurting anyone-”

Changkyun slams the mug down on the table, and the few people eating around them turn to look toward their table.

“You know damn well that at least one person is hurt by the decision you’re about to make,” His eyes are filled with disdain for his best friend- a friend he’s starting to feel he no longer recognizes.

Jooheon leans back in his seat, “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

Lies.

“Oh really?” He leans forward, “Then tell me…why was Y/N the only one you didn’t tag in your engagement post, huh?”

Jooheon’s expression is a cross between guilty and sad, “I…forgot.”

More lies.

“Bullshit.”

“Look, I didn’t invite you out here for you to bash me. Don’t I deserve to be happy? This is the biggest commitment I’ve ever made- shouldn’t I get to enjoy it?” Jooheon’s feeling sorry for himself, and it disgusts Changkyun.

“Then let me save you the money and leave now,” He gets up and throws a twenty down onto the table, “I’ll talk to you another time.”

At the bar last night, Changkyun wanted to take Y/N’s pain away- and if yelling at Jooheon is anything close to that, then he’ll do it.

Y/N sits, biting her nails as the anxiety builds in her chest. She’s non-confrontational by nature. If there’s a way to avoid argument or disagreement, she’ll do anything to do so- but this is one confrontation she can’t run from. Not this time…

“Y/N?” Jooheon asks, surprised to see her sitting on the floor outside of his door. He’s carrying bags of groceries, and his keys are in hand, ready to unlock the door.

“H-Hey Jooheon,” She puts on a small, fake smile.

He notices, but pretends not to, “What brings you here today?” He’s trying to sound casual, but he’s nervous.

“I uhm…actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

He nods, not looking up at her, “Alright…come in.”

He unlocks the door and leads her into his apartment. It’s much bigger than Changkyun’s, and the furniture is a little more sleek, “What’s up?”

He won’t meet her eyes, and she can tell he’s tense.

“I won’t be long… I just…I need to get this off of my chest…” She stands in front of him, and this time, he has no choice but to look her in her face…and what he sees in her eyes, breaks his heart.

“I’ve loved you for most of our lives. Everyone knows it. And even though we’ve never talked about it, Jooheon…I know you’ve known for a long time as well…”

“Y/N, I-”

“Don’t interrupt. I need to get this out.

I’m not telling you this because I’m expecting you to choose between her or me. In fact, I’m positive that you’d choose her, and that you’ll choose the next girl, and the girl after that.

I don’t want to be in denial anymore.

And I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide or tiptoe around because of me.

I just want you to know…” Tears well in her eyes.

Though the words coming out of her mouth are painful to speak, they’re equally freeing as well.

Jooheon’s heart is heavy, and he wants to hold her in his arms the way he usually would during a difficult moment.

“I want you to know that…I’m letting you go.”

Her heart feels immediately lighter than before.

Jooheon opens his mouth to say something, but she quickly turns around and walks out of the door before he can utter a single word.

She doesn’t want to hear it.

Just like Jooheon, she’s made a choice as well;

herself.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Coming!”

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Dammit, I said I’m coming!”

Changkyun swings the door open, ready to snap at whoever dares to disturb the peace and quiet.

And there she is.

“Y/N?” He asks, confused.

Without a word, she quickly walks in and shuts the door behind her.

He’s about to say something else, but before he can, she’s crashing her lips against his- and this kiss is different from last night’s;

It’s passionate, messy-

feverish.

He can’t think, can’t rationalize…

all that exists is her body pressed against him and her hands entangled in his hair.

“Changkyun...fuck me,” Her breathless whisper triggers a part of him that last night, he was able to successfully contain,

but now, he’s sober minded and the taste of her tongue in his mouth is too delicious to ignore any longer…

“We can skip the wine and dine, go straight for the wind and grind; she wanna come, I can make it happen- fuck trying.”

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leighbot · 6 years

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day three! up quite early for me! i have no solid plan to keep this going for twenty more days but we’ll see :)

a sappy excerpt from my 50 first dates au (and this also fits my think written prompt for day 11 sooooooo i’m using it)

“I want to get out of the house for a bit,” Zayn says, leaning against the doorjamb and peering into the kitchen where Harry is unloading bags of groceries. Finn is clinging to Zayn’s calf, just over a year old and completely obsessed with his baba. “Been reading my journal and feel kind of…”

“Closed in?” Harry offers, pulling back from one of the upper cabinets.

“Yeah.”

“What colours did you read today?”

“Mostly the yellow one… family.”

“There’s a fair a couple towns over; would you want to go for a drive?”

“Can the baby come?”

Harry snorts. “’Can the baby come’,” he repeats as he walks towards them before bending down to pick up Finn. “Of course the baby can come. He’ll love the lights.”

“And the smells,” Zayn says, already dreaming of fried dough. He wants some with cinnamon and some with strawberries.

“Fried dough,” Harry says, smiling wide at Finn. “Baba wants some fried dough.”

Zayn doesn’t know that he’ll get used to the fact that Harry knows everything about him while he knows almost nothing about Harry.

Harry must realise his thoughts because his smile fades quickly. “Sor-“

“Nope!” Zayn says, a little too loudly as he lifts a hand. “A lot of my last few entries made it clear you’re feeling really… guilty, or sommat, lately. No ‘sorry’ allowed today.”

Seriousness lines the corners of Harry’s mouth as he nods. “I’ll do my best,” he promises. “Want to get ready for a carnival?”

“I’ll take Finn,” Zayn offers, holding out his hands for his little boy. He’s already missing having him in his arms. “Let’s go get ready, baby.”

~*~

Two hours and plenty of fried dough bites later, Zayn and Harry are sat next to each other with Finn on Zayn’s left in a whirly ride. It’s still early in the evening and they’re far from the only family milling around, though the teenagers are starting to come out in full force. “I’m going to pee myself,” Harry laughs around a particularly fast turn.

“That’s cute,” Zayn snorts, keeping Finn close to his side. He’d apologized the first time they rode this ride, when he kept pressing into Harry’s side. He flushes now when he does it again, his own weight feeling heavy where he’s tucked under Harry’s arm. Harry leans in when the ride slows and coaxes Zayn into a quick kiss before the carnie comes around to check that their cart is empty.

“I love you,” Harry tells him.

Before Zayn can think of a non-awkward way to respond, Finn is crawling over Zayn’s lap and pushing at Harry’s stomach. “No!” he says. “No no no.”

Zayn laughs and pulls Finn away from Harry. “Baba’s protector,” he jokes as he stands, shifting Finn to his hip. “Do we want to go on the Ferris Wheel?”

“Yea!” Finn agrees, fisting his hands in Zayn’s t-shirt. He’s tugged it out of shape, the V-neck more of a U-neck at this point, and Zayn tugs it out of his fist with a few kisses of encouragement.

“Gonna need to go shopping soon,” Harry tells him. “You’ve gone through all of your own shirts and now you’ve ruined mine, as well.”

“Your son did it,” Zayn corrects, smiling easily when he looks over to Harry. “Why don’t you just buy more and I’ll snag them from your wardrobe?”

Harry rolls his eyes. “Of course that’s your solution.”

They jump in line for the Ferris Wheel, Zayn bouncing Finn on his hip as the baby begins to doze.

“You’re different today,” Harry notes as they step forward.

“I’m different every day, I suppose.”

“Different-er today.”

“Not so different-er that I know that wasn’t a word.”

Harry blinks before breaking out into a huge grin. “You don’t tease like that very often. You’re fiesty today. Reminds me of the day you proposed.”

“I proposed?”

“That usually takes you by surprise.”

Zayn frowns, turning away. He doesn’t want to think that he would keep Harry trapped in this life but a part of him thinks that Harry already knows this. They shuffle forward in the queue.

“It was the perfect day: we went shopping at a farmer’s market and bought a tonne of fruit and veg. We each had our hands full of things and, at the last stall, you saw a woman selling flowers.”

“What kind?” Zayn asks, enchanted with the story. It’s like he’s being told about someone else’s life instead of his own except that he feels satisfaction in his soul, like pieces of his puzzle are being fitted together and the overall picture is becoming clearer.

“Really ugly ones.”

Zayn laughs, caught off guard. “What?” he asks. He’s too loud for Finn, who wakes briefly from his nap and pouts up at Zayn with his big green eyes. Zayn brushes his fuzzy blonde hair back from his face and rocks him to sleep again.

“There were normal ones, like a daisy and a yellow tulip, but then there were a lot that looked like fancy weeds and a couple that I promise were just leaves plucked off of trees. The whole bouquet was beautiful altogether but really not lovely when you took apart the pieces.”

“Well, stop feeling the need to over-examine everything in your life and maybe all you’ll see are the beautiful, whole pictures.”

“Haha, that’s fair,” Harry says. His hand is a solid weight against the small of Zayn’s back as they step up for their turn. They get into the buggy, one of the big ones where they’re completely enclosed and there’s a bar in the middle of the bucket that keeps them rigged to the machine. Zayn steps in first and doesn’t move much further, forcing Harry to crowd in next to him.

“I wanna kiss you at the top of the Ferris Wheel when Finn can’t yell at you,” Zayn says, his voice barely over a whisper in the non existent space between them. Harry bares his teeth in a playful growl and Zayn laughs and lunges away, mindful of the baby still in his arms.

~*~

They get in their kiss- kisses, really, as Zayn’s lips feel a little chapped by the time they’re disembarking- and Finn doesn’t wake up until they’re walking around the grounds again. They stop for a bit, making up a small pseudo-picnic space on a patch of grass behind one of the rides just before the parking lot begins. They let Finn stretch his legs and toddle between them while he snacks on a fistful of cereal that Zayn doesn’t think actually makes it into his mouth.

“I think we’re ready to go home,” Zayn says a few minutes later, his eyes heavy and the only thing he can think of is resting his head on Harry’s chest and taking a late afternoon nap. Then something occurs to him – he remembers something he saw from the top of the Ferris Wheel. “Oh, no, come on. Let’s go.”

“What?” Harry drags out the word, clearly half-asleep himself.

Zayn gets Finn on his hip and grabs for Harry’s hand once the diaper bag is all packed up. “C’mon.”

Obviously curious, Harry links their fingers and falls into step with Zayn. They cross the asphalt and weave through the growing crowds. The sun is low in the sky and some of the lights on the rides are starting to come on. Zayn can tell the second Harry realises their destination, his footsteps falling faster and his hand holding Zayn’s tighter.

“This is… so cheesy,” Zayn admits once they’re stopped. He drops Harry’s hand to rub at an itch on the back of his neck that he’s pretty sure is just a nervous tic.

“This is perfect!” Harry contradicts, nearly running to hop onto the carousel floor. He grabs onto one of the poles as it stops moving unexpectedly and Zayn hops on behind him to help get him steady, Finn between them as they walk about.

“I know which one you want,” Zayn says, nodding at a blue-scaled dragon hovering above the ground.

“Will I break it?” Harry asks, though he eagerly crosses over and hops on. There’s a second pause where Zayn wonders if he’s still worried about it falling but the whole thing stays connected to the metal pole fixed through the dragon’s shoulders and down to the floor.

“Where should we sit, Finn?” Zayn asks, kissing Finn’s cheeks.

“Dadda!”

“Yeah? You can go with daddy.” Zayn passes him over and climbs onto the animal next to Harry, not realising what it is until he’s slinging the diaper bag from Harry’s shoulder across the horn and noticing that he’s chosen a purple unicorn. “Nice!”

“Baba?” Finn asks, looking the wrong way.

“I’m right here baby,” Zayn calls out. He’s close enough that Finn can reach his hand with Harry holding his shorts so he doesn’t over balance. The music starts a second before the ride does and Harry leans his forehead on the pole of his dragon and watches Zayn. “What?” Zayn asks, wiping at his face as if there’s something on it.

“Just can’t get enough of you,” Harry says simply. “I don’t think I ever will.”

Zayn bites at his bottom lip and pulls out his mobile phone. He turns on the camera. “Say it again,” he orders Harry, smiling when he watches Harry’s performer personality come out in the brightness of his eyes. Harry repeats himself for his audience and Zayn turns the view around so he can see himself. “Me too,” he says softly, smiling wide when he sees Harry’s expression change out of the corner of his eye. “Don’t let yourself forget this right now.” He drags the camera in a swoop around him, capturing the lights and sounds from the ride and the people around them. “You’re in love and a beautiful man loves you right back.”

He stops recording and sends the video to his email immediately, not risking losing this one. By the time he tucks it into his pocket, Harry’s stood next to him and is getting his free hand around the curve of Zayn’s jaw. Ignoring Finn’s babbled protests, Harry captures Zayn’s mouth in a kiss a little too long and wet to be decent for public. “I love you,” Harry says when he lets Zayn go. Zayn laughs and pushes his fingers through Finn’s hair to soothe his jealousy. The ride begins to slow and Zayn smacks another kiss to Harry’s mouth.

“I love you,” Zayn says. He knows he doesn’t always say it, doesn’t always get there each day, but he can’t imagine waking up tomorrow and not feeling all of this right now. “I love you, I love our family, I love how happy we seem despite… everything.”

“The baby and I will be here for you every single day,” Harry insists. “Just like I know you’ll be here for us.”

#it should be obvious but these are 0 percent read over #50fd #zarry #my fic #365 prompts #day 11: dragon

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Connor Murphy Fluff Alphabet (DEH) 🌻

A = Attractive what do they find attractive about the other?

He adores how sweet you are to him, even though everyone else treats him like garbage. When you showed up as the “new kid” he was particularly standoffish every time you would ask him for directions or a pencil, but the first time you found him in one of his moods and stayed even when he yelled and cried and told you to leave, he knew you were just as sweet as you were acting and you weren’t going to be like everyone else and leave him in the dust.

B = Baby do they want a family? why/why not?

Connor doesn’t really want children, at least children of his own, but he would definitely consider adopting later on in life. He’s terrified of someone else having to suffer through their teenage years like he had to, and so he doesn’t want to risk passing down the multitude of mental illness and pain to someone he loves more than anything.

C = Cuddle how do they cuddle?

Connor doesn’t have a specific way he cuddles, he just has to feel close to you. He absolutely adores being near you and he adores the way your heart beats just a tiny bit faster around him. You make him feel safe, and there’s nothing he loves more in the world than cuddling with you while you both sleep, no matter what position you two end up in.

D = Dates what are dates with them like?

Dates with Connor are always something to remember. He particularly loves abandoned places, places only you two can find, a safe space for both of you to be completely honest with each other. Sometimes he’ll go before your date to set up the little area you’ll share, whether that be with lights, flowers, or anything else he thinks might possible cheer you up.

E = Everything you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

He always stays up later than you do, and he’ll stare at you while you sleep, grinning like a madman. “You’re the reason I’m even still here, you’re my life,” he murmurs to you in the dark of night, a secret he’d only tell you years later when he wasn’t experiencing constant suicidal thoughts.

F = Feelings when did they know they were falling in love?

He knew he was falling in love after one of his angry mood swings, the first one you saw and the one you refused to leave his side for. He would try to avoid you for a while, too afraid you were too far out of his league until Jared asked you how you and Connor were doing, forcing you to confront him.

G = Gentle are they gentle? If so, how?

He tries to be. He always apologizes for himself and how his illnesses effect not only him but you. He buys you gifts for almost every date, and he shows you a side of him no one else ever gets to see, the side of him scribbled in the backs of notebooks and margins on homework, the side of him tht just wants to be loved.

H = Hand/Hold how do they like to hold hands?

Connor laces his fingers with yours, it gives him something to focus on and something to squeeze if someone starts to piss him off so he doesn’t hurt himself and you can get him out of the situation.

I = Impression first impression/s

His first impression of you honestly wasn’t very nice, he thought you were just faking being sweet, and he thought you would turn on him just as quick as everyone else as soon as you got the hang of things, but when you were still talking to him weeks into the school year, he reconsidered that impression.

J = Joker are they into pulling pranks?

He knows what it’s like to live in fear, and he doesn’t want you experiencing that even for an instant, so he usually doesn’t pull pranks, plus he’s always anxious you’ll get so pissed at him that you’ll leave him and he’s too worried he’ll cross that line to pull pranks.

K = Kisses how do they kiss?

Kisses with him are always passionate and sweet, albeit a little short. If you want more that a soft quick kiss, you’ll have to hold his face there to show him how much you do want him and do love him, and aren’t simply kissing him because he’s your boyfriend.

L = Love who says I love you first?

You have to say it first, because Connor is too anxious that you’ll leave him if he gets too serious. You’ll say it casually, and watch the dumbstruck look on Connor’s face for a moment before realizing what you say and quickly going to apologize and leave before Connor pulls you into one of those rare long kisses.

M = Memory their favourite moment together

His favourite memory is when he brought you to a wedding within.. somewhere in his family, Connor honestly didn’t know. You dragged him to the dance floor, dancing with him most of the night and sharing secrets, giggles, and kisses. He remembers that night like it was yesterday, down to exactly how your hair looked and the way you smiled at him.

N = Nickel do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

Connor comes from money, so it’s not surprising that he’s used to just about everything material he could ever want. He’ll lie to his parents about things he wants just to give them to you, or agree to actually participate in therapy for an allowance just so he can buy you gifts, because he loves seeing how happy they make you.

O = Orange what colour reminds them of their other half?

The colour yellow reminds him of you. It’s such a vibrant colour and he thinks it matches your personality perfectly. Plus his anti-depressants are yellow and that and you are the only two things that seem to make him happy anymore.

P = Petnames what pet names do they use?

Connor loves stupid nicknames, because he loves hearing your laugh. From “Boobear” to “His favourite weeaboo”, he’ll call you anything to make you smile, especially when you’re mad at him for something, or at least giving him the silent treatment.

Q = Quaint what is their favourite non-modern thing?

Connor loves bookstores and he adores the fifties aesthetic. He takes you on milkshake dates more often than anything else, and he’ll dance with you in his room after to the old vinyls he has on his newest favourite thing: his record player.

R = Rainy Day what do they like to do on a rainy day?

He loves to facetime you or just snuggle in your bed with you on rainy days. They are some of the only days he’s able to sleep, and he loves spending that time next to you. He enjoys having you read to him or just sit with him, playing with his hair, because it helps him fall, and stay, asleep.

S = Sad how do they cheer themselves/each other up

Connor will cheer himself up with videos and pictures he’s taken of you since the two of you met. He loves snapping pictures of you driving or off guard pictures with flowers or snow in your hair, and he loves taking videos of the presents he gives you, no matter how much whining you do at the start of them he loves and cherishes those videos with his whole heart. He always tries to cheer you up with being extra touchy, because that’s what helps him cheer up. He’ll set up cute dates and bring your favourite food and lots of gifts. He loves spending money on you, despite your protests, so he always does it to cheer you up.

T = Talking what do they love to talk about?

He loves talking about books and music. He loves exploring themes with you and he loves telling you his interpretations of things as he loves to hear exactly where you do and don’t agree. Connor has a very analytical mind, but this has in fact started numerous fights since Connor doesn’t particularly like his opinions challenged, as he usually feels that they are instead being dismissed.

U = Unencumbered What helps them relax?

If he’s paranoid, you have to sit with him and touch him and whisper to him, it’s the only way he’ll even begin to believe you love him. If he’s anxious or angry it’s better to keep your distance unless he approaches you looking for your compassion and loving touches. Talking to him and showing him you aren’t leaving is the easiest way to get Connor to relax around you.

V = Vaunt what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Connor likes to show off his art, he’s proud of how well he can draw and write. He loves drawing and writing, especially with you as his muse.

W = Wedding when, how, where do they propose?

Connor proposes when it’s just you and him. He proposes during one of your many late night adventures, this one ghost hunting. He leaves clues all night with fake EVPs asking things vaguely about marriage and staging a wedding dress at the end of the hallway (albeit on a vacuum cleaner).

X = Xylophone What’s their song?

All About Your Heart by Mindy Gledhill. He always imagines you singing it to him, and you’re the one person that makes him such a sap. He loves you and he loves singing the song for you softly to help you sleep.

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You are the icing on my cake-“ you’d started singing on day, not expecting Connor to come back with the same song, “You are the smile I can’t erase..” He always sings back now, and ever since then he can’t stop saying it.

Z = Zebra if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

Connor has always wanted a pet hamster. He wants someone up at night as late as he is, and something that won’t judge him no matter how much he talks about you.

#connor murphy #murphy family #dear evan hansen #deh #musical #broadway #admin penelope 🌻#🌻#there’s no picture because mike faist doesn’t like them :(

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bxcketbarnes · 7 years

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Met’s Game

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2237

Author’s Note: An anon has requested this and I thought it was super cute, because I’m a huge sap! Thanks to the lovely @rememberstilinski for proofreading this for me. Enjoy!

I laid against Dylan’s chest, playing with the small hairs that are embedded in his chest, his snores echoing off the blue walls of our bedroom. I look up at his sleeping face, wondering how I got so lucky to be able to call him mine, the stubble on his face beginning to grow again. Dylan and I have been going out for a little over three years and I couldn’t have asked for anyone better. He’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. I remember the first time he asked me out, he was so nervous and it was so cute and adorable, but I had no clue he had a hopeless crush on me. I guess I was too busy pining after him to notice he felt the same way.

I had walked onto set, drinking the hot chocolate I had in my hand, heading towards the breakfast table when I had run into Dylan. He managed to spill hot chocolate all over my shirt, peeling it off of me as quickly as possible as it was almost burning my skin. I stood in the hallway, in a bra as I patted the hot substance off of my chest, feeling his eyes on me the entire time.

“O-Oh my god, Y/N. I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there. I was on my phone, texting my sister about something. Jesus, are you okay?” He asked, putting his hand against my arm and I look up at him, giving him a small smile.

“I’m fine, Dylan, I manage to get the liquid off my skin before it did any real damage.” I looked up at him again after I threw the coffee cup away, noticing his eyes on not on my face… at all. I snapped my fingers in front of his face, snapping him out of his daze, a blush covering his cheeks. “My eyes are up here O’Brien.” I chuckled, covering my purple lace bra with my wet t-shirt, feeling a little insecure.

“U-Um, sorry. I-I uh, you just look really good in that bra and it’s my favorite color. I’m rambling. Ignore me.” He shut his mouth, rubbing the back of his neck, wondering why he’s so nervous around me, because he usually isn’t.

“Are you okay? Is there something wrong? You’re never this twitchy.” I put a hand on his arm, a burning feeling flowing through my body whenever I touch him. “You can tell me anything, you know.” I smiled, seeing a smile spread across his beautiful pink lips.

“A-Alright. Well I was texting my sister about this girl I like.” He paused, running a hand through his hair and my heart breaks. “And she told me to just man up and ask her out. Do you think I should ask her out?” He asked, playing with his fingers.

“Y-Yeah. You totally should.” I give him a fake smile, walking away from him before tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I wiped my eyes of the tears that had started to trail down my cheeks when I heard him call out my name.

“WAIT!” Dylan yelled and I turned around to face him, hiding the fact that I was crying. “You didn’t let me finish. Um, I have tickets to the Met’s game and I know that it’s not your favorite team, but I was wondering if maybe, you wanted to go with me, like, as a date.” He blushed and my heartbeat sped up, pinching myself.

“Ow.” I mutter, rubbing my skin. “Um, really? You’re asking me out?” He nodded his head and a smile spread across my lips. “I-I’d love too.” He smiled, pulling me into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around my waist as I nuzzled my face into his neck.

That was one of the best days of my life. Dylan groaned, shuffling onto his side, his face near my neck. I ran my fingers through his dark chestnut hair, his arms tightening around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He presses his lips to my skin, making a noise of delight. “Morning, baby.” Dylan mumbled, huskily. His deep morning voice always gets me goin’.

“Morning, my love.” I whispered, placing a kiss to his forehead as his hand rubs my back, lightly grazing his fingernails against my skin, tickling a little.

“How long have you been awake?” He asked, sitting up a little, sloppily kissing my cheek as he gets up, heading towards the bathroom. I smiled, resting my head on my arms, hearing the sink go off, assuming he’s brushing his teeth, so he can give me a kiss. He walked back out, crawling on the bed towards me, hovering over my body as I lay on my back. Dylan brushed his lips against mine, smelling the minty fresh of toothpaste on his breath.

“Only for about half an hour.” I mumbled, my eyes fluttering shut as he pressing small kisses to my lips. “I also recorded the game last night since you came home late. Don’t worry, I haven’t watched it yet.” I smiled and he looked down at me, love and passion filled in his eyes.

“You, baby, are absolutely amazing and I couldn’t ask for anyone better, seriously. I don’t think I could find a girl who loves sports like you do.” Dylan whispered against my lips, meshing our lips together in a passionate kiss. I place my hand against his cheek, moving my lips against his as his hand trailed down my side, resting on my hip.

“I love you, so much Dylan.” I muttered, my eyes still closed as he pressed his lips to every spot on my face. He pressed his lips on mine once more before getting off of me.

“I love you, too, so much.” He gave me a wink as he placed on a pair of boxers. I sit up, a sheet covering my body as I admire his body. Dylan threw one of this shirts towards me, giving him a smile, slipping it over my head. I get off the bed, running towards him as I jump up onto his back, wrapping my legs around his waist, giggling. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, giving me a piggy back ride downstairs, towards the kitchen.

He set me on the island, standing in between my legs as he gave me a kiss on my cheek, reaching around me to grab an envelope that was sitting there. “I have a surprise for you.” Dylan mumbled, handing me the envelope. I look at him, then down at the envelope as I open it, seeing what’s inside. Met’s @ Red Sox, Friday July 22nd, 7:00 pm. I gaped at the tickets in my hand, glancing up at him, a large grin on his lips.

“We’re going to the game?” I asked, feeling extremely excited as he nodded his head, wrapping my arms around his neck, squeezing the life out of him. “Oh my god, babe. This is absolutely amazing. What’s the occasion?” I asked.

“Just want a night out with my favorite girl. We haven’t been out in a while and I thought this would be perfect.” He mentioned and I smiled down at him, connecting our lips, my hands on both of his cheeks.

“You are seriously amazing.” I muttered, leaning my forehead against his. He took the ticket from my hands, giving me a chaste kiss.

“I’m gonna go put these on the dresser, alright?” He asked and I nodded my head, watching him walk away.

Dylan walked up the stairs and into the bedroom, setting the envelope on our dresser. He opened his underwear drawer, getting one of his socks out, pulling a ring box out of it. He opened the box, looking at the diamond engagement ring that filled the slot, smiling to myself as he couldn’t wait to propose to the love of his life. He walked back downstairs, seeing you in the kitchen, beginning to make breakfast, swinging your hips to a song that you’re humming.

I felt Dylan’s arms wrap around my waist, making me jump, his face nuzzling into my neck. “Jesus, babe. You scared me. What took you so long up there?” I asked and he shrugged his shoulders, pressing his lips to my bare shoulder.

“I was looking at some of the pictures of us on the dresser. I can’t help but think that you’re the love of my life.” He mumbled against my skin, the smile on my face growing and my cheeks becoming warm.

“You’re the love of my life too, babe.” I turned around to face him, laying my head on his chest as we sway in the silence, both of us not wanting to be anywhere but here.

The day of the game, I was running around the hotel room, attempting to find my Red Sox jersey as we only had an hour before we had to leave. “Babe?” I yelled out, searching through the laundry basket. “Have you seen my jersey?” I asked, not finding it in the basket, heading back upstairs, walking into the bedroom, seeing Dylan sitting on the bed, dressed in his Met’s jersey and black jeans, a Red Sox jersey laid across his lap, smirking at me. “Where’d you find that?” I pointed to his lap before crossing my arms.

“I found it in the suitcase.” He replied, a grin on his lips as his eyes glance down towards my cleavage. Putting two and two together, I let out a scoff, taking the jersey from him, slipping it on.

“You’re never getting sex again.” I chuckled and he groaned out, standing up.

“Oh, c’mon, babe. I’m just teasin’. Also, I just wanted to see you walk around in my favorite bra a little more.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my head as he grabbed the keys, heading outside towards the car.

He drove the car towards the baseball field, our fingers intertwined the entire time, singing loudly together as we got weird looks from pedestrians and other drivers. Once we got to the parking lot of the baseball field. I jumped excitingly, waiting for Dylan to get out of the car, as he locked the doors, I took his hand in mine, dragging him to the entrance, giving the attendant our tickets. We got to our seats, intertwining our fingers against as my leg bounced in anticipation.

In the middle of the game, Dylan looked over at his girlfriend, a huge smile on her lips as she rooted for her team, who was currently winning. Dylan hated having his team to lose, but he never really minded them losing to her team, because he gets to see her all excited. It was his favorite thing. He reached into his pocket, playing with the ring box as she was distracted by Dustin Pedroia, who was currently up to bat.

“Y/N.” Dylan started, getting down on one knee, pulling the box out into view as she looked down at him, her eyes widening as she was looking around, noticing his actions getting everyone’s attention. “When I had first met you on the Teen Wolf set, I thought you were absolutely beautiful. One of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen and I knew that I would end up falling for you, which I did. Faster than I had ever thought. That day I spilt hot chocolate was one of the best days of my life, not only did I get to see one of my favorite bra’s, I got to ask you out and you gladly accepted. Each date we’ve been on, I’ve fallen more in love with you and I learn new things about you everyday. Even though you’re a Red Sox fan, I still love you with all my heart and you’re absolutely the love of my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Would you do the honor and marry me? Be my Mrs. O’Brien. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Dylan confessed, tears streaming down both of their cheeks as people awe’d around them. He opened the ring box and she gasped at how beautiful the engagement ring was.

“Absolutely, Dyl. Oh my god, yes.” She cried, her hand covering her mouth as he took the ring out of the box, taking her hand into his as he slides the ring onto her finger. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up as she wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her up as the couple was shown on the big screen, everyone around them clapping for the newly engaged couple.

He pressed his lips against hers, giving her gingerly kisses. She moved her lips against his, running a hand through his hair as he placed her feet back on the ground, both of them pulling away, smiles present on both of their faces.

“I’m so in love with you, Y/N O’Brien.” Dylan mumbled, his lips connecting to her forehead as she smiled to the thought of marrying her best friend, but also the guy she’s been madly in love with since almost the day they met. “It may not be your last name yet, but I’ve thought about that for a while now.”

“I’m so madly in love with you, Dylan O’Brien, and I can’t wait to grow old with you.”

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everlarkrealornot · 7 years

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The PANEM Initiative, Chapter Seventeen

Chapter 17

“After reading your petition, hearing both sides’ testimonies, and taking into account that one party is refusing to sign the petition, the petition for divorce has been granted to go before a review board.” The Mellark’s Match Coordinator paused for a moment. “Each party should prepare personal witnesses – friends and acquaintances outside of your children are highly recommended.”

Shit. Katniss knew that Henry would never ask her to do anything that made her feel uncomfortable, but how could she say no to a family who had already done so much for her?

“Ida.” He turned to Mrs. Mellark. “Henry,” he addressed Mr. Mellark. “As your match coordinator, this is disappointing.” Mrs. Mellark’s jaw was set and Henry looked bored. “The Meet-Up requirement will continue to be suspended until the outcome of the review is decided. The Review Board will hear your petition in February.” He shook hands with them both before gathering his paper work and leaving the room.

Mrs. Mellark exchanged a few heated words with her attorney before he sighed and approached Henry.

“My client would like to propose a settlement to you so that no one else’s time has to be wasted.”

“Our time wouldn’t be wasted if she had just signed the petition,” Henry said coolly.

“Let’s hear them out,” his attorney, Anita, suggested. Henry simply nodded.

“Ida would like to propose an even split of all assets and continued separation.” Her attorney said.

“Hel – ” Henry started, but Anita held up her hand and stepped in between the two men.

“My client will not settle for anything less than a 70-30 split in favor of himself. He came into this marriage with property and monies he had inherited from his grandparents. Ida has contributed very little to this marriage.”

“I’ve contributed nothing?!” Mrs. Mellark yelled.

“I said very little, you used the word ‘nothing’,” said Anita calmly. “No matter, I have a feeling that whatever the offer is that we present to you, you will find it dissatisfying.”

“An even 50-50 spilt,” Mrs. Mellark’s attorney said quickly, before she could start again.

“That will not happen. Besides, Mr. Mellark’s wishes are to be legally free of you.” Anita picked up her briefcase. “See you at the Review Board.”

Peeta and Katniss sat awkwardly in the Mellark’s living room. It was a spacious room, with three large couches and Peeta sat as far away from Katniss as he could. Thankfully Rye had disappeared to his bedroom and Henry had gone next door to get a jump start on the specialty baked goods they sold the week of Thanksgiving.

Katniss was frustrated with how things had turned out after their conversation…it hadn’t even been a full day since, but having spent most of it with Peeta and being unable to kiss him or even hold his hand was driving her crazy. She had been hoping he would understand that her not being honest with Gale had nothing to do with him…but then again she had always had a hard time seeing things from the other person’s point of view and was bound and determined to respect his wishes.

“Are you okay?” She finally asked. He had been uncharacteristically quiet since then had gotten back from the petition review.

“I’m fine.” He stood up and tossed his tie on the coffee table. Katniss could tell he was, in fact, not fine. But normally she would have hugged him or pulled him to the couch so she could hold him until he finally said what was on his mind. Both of those options were out of the question and she cursed herself for being the reason.

“No you’re not.” She pulled her legs up and tucked her dress around her knees. “Are you worried about your mom’s demand for a 50-50 split?”

“She doesn’t deserve anything.” His words were so full of hate, it took Katniss back. “But right now I’m more worried my dad will think I don’t want to go back to WVU because of everything going on here.” He sat back down and rubbed his forehead. Katniss chewed on the inside of her cheek.

“I’m not trying to diminish the importance of the Petition Review Board, but why would he think that would affect your decision to not go back to WVU?”

“You’re not going back to WVU?” Ryen was standing in the doorway with an expression of shock and frustration on his face. Peeta sighed and nodded.

“I’m moving back home after finals.”

“You can’t let the shit that is happening with Katniss keep you from continuing your education!” Ryen’s words were full of anger.

“It’s not because of her and Gale! I can think for myself!” Peeta shouted back.

“Are you sure? Your mind goes a little fuzzy where Katniss is concerned.” Ryen wiggled his fingers around next to his temple.

Katniss had never heard Peeta and Ryen talk that way to each other. They were supposed to be the two brothers that got along. She tried to shrink into the couch as the shouting continued.

“I’m doing this for me!” Peeta stood up, his hands balled into fists.

“The timing seems awfully suspicious to me!”

“This is not about my feelings for her!”

“Are you sure?!”

“I’m not doing this because I love her – I’m doing this for me! I am coming home for me!” Peeta stormed out of the room and up the stairs, the sound of his slamming door echoed in the house.

Katniss let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Ryen looked at her but the fire that was fueling his anger was already beginning to dissipate. He flopped down on the end of the couch Katniss was sitting on and closed his eyes.

“Peeta told you about our conversation…or at least part of it?” She asked as she turned so she could see him better.

“Yup.” He popped his lips on the ‘p’. “He really cares about you, Katniss.” He sat forward and looked at her. “I mean, you heard him.” He of course was referring to the L-bomb that had just been dropped. “I just don’t want him to regret this decision.”

“I don’t either.” She agreed.

“Can I ask you something?” She nodded yes to his question. “Do you honestly care about Peeta?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “The Initiative just makes everything harder.” Ryen nodded for her to continue. “Without the pressure of the Initiative, Peeta wouldn’t have to question why I’m with him.”

“Do you love him?” Ryen asked.

“Love is complicated, Rye.” She said in a warning tone.

“I get it.” He held his hands up in mock surrender. “But maybe you should tell him some of the stuff you just said to me.”

“Peeta?” She called as she knocked on his door. She heard the stool scrape across the floor and then his footsteps, before the door opened. She had been preparing to say some version of what she had just told Ryen but the words failed on her lips.

“I’m sorry about that,” he said to break the silence.

“No, don’t worry.” She waved it off and walked in. She sat on the stool so that he knew she was doing her best to respect his wishes. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Not the worst fight we’ve had.” He shrugged before stuffing his tooth brush into a small duffle.

“I don’t want – ” she stood up and crossed the room to him – “I don’t want to be the reason you are giving up on a dream you’ve had since you were ten.” She reached out to squeeze his hand but dropped her arm awkwardly to her side.

“Like I told Rye, I’m leaving for me, Kat. Promise.” He gave her a small, reassuring smile and then picked up his duffle. “I need to get back to campus.”

“Okay.”

“How’s Madge?” Her mom startled her as she walked in the front door.

“Good lord, mom!” Katniss could feel her heart beating hard in her chest.

“Sorry, honey.” Helen snickered.

“I thought you would still be in bed.” Katniss hung up her coat on the hook next to the door.

“I couldn’t sleep, plus the smell of the cinnamon rolls baking pulled me out of bed.” The two inhaled together and let out a ‘yum’.

“Did Peeta drop them off last night when I was at Madge’s?” Katniss slipped off her shoes and started to settle into the chair.

“No, he brought them over this morning. I invited him to watch the parade with us when he called to invite us for Thanksgiving Dinner with his family.”

“Oh.” Peeta hadn’t told her he was coming over for breakfast.

“I’m sorry, should I not have?” Helen looked confused.

“No, I just…where is he?” Katniss stood up and looked around, as if she had missed him hiding behind a curtain.

“He was nodding off sitting at the kitchen table so I told him I would listen for the timer; he’s in your room.”

She grabbed her shoes and headed to her room (only stopping to peak at the rolls in the oven and give another appreciative inhale). She quietly put her shoes in the closet and lowered herself into the computer chair, not waiting to wake him.

Their conversations for the last week had been good. She wasn’t sure if it was Peeta being honest with her about WVU or her need to convince him that her feelings for him were real, but their communication seemed to be back on track. She had desperately wanted to see him when he got home the night before, but that was her only chance to see Madge during her Thanksgiving break.

“Hey.” His voice was low and still heavily coated in sleep. Katniss felt a chill run down her spine when she thought about the many future mornings she would get to hear that greeting.

“Hi.”

“How is Madge?” He sat up.

“Good. She loves Penn U and she gets along really well with her roommate.” That wasn’t really what they had talked about but she wasn’t about to tell him that all they had talked about was him and the cute buy in Madge’s writing class. “Is Brandon home?”

“Yeah. He got home just after I did.” Peeta sighed. “Rye and I pretty much retreated to our rooms after dinner.”

“That bad?” She asked as she rested her chin in her hand as she leaned against her desk.

“He’s just obnoxious. He started in with questions about you and the whole arrangement but dad cut him off, filling him in on the petition review.” Peeta stood up. “I’m going to check the cinnamon rolls.”

She followed him to the kitchen, hoping to get her hands on the magical dough. He grabbed a potholder and put the pan on the stove. Katniss clicked off the timer.

“Yes please.” Katniss licked her lips for effect.

“Unless you want to burn your tongue out of your mouth, I suggest you wait.” Peeta pulled the frosting out of the fridge and spread it across the top of the rolls.

“I think I’ll chance it,” she said as soon as he was done with the frosting. He stepped out of the way and motioned for her to step up. She grabbed a plate and used a fork to coax the rolls out of the pan. “This is like heaven on a plate.” She sat down at the table and pulled a piece off, popping it into her mouth. “Ahh…ooochhh..ahh,” she mumbled around the burning bread in her mouth.

“I told you.” Peeta laughed at her.

Katniss finished chewing and despite the burning sensation in her mouth, she smiled.

“There is it.”

“What?” He asked.

“You’re laugh…it’s nice to hear.”

He smiled at her again, taking a piece of her roll.

“So, are you ready for our first family holiday?” he asked.

Katniss groaned in response.

#everlark #thg #the hunger games #arranged marriage #au #kate writes #tpi

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the-new-fanfic-order · 7 years

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Remembrance {Part IX}

Author: Zoe

(A/N: One more chapter to go!)

Plot Summary: Cassian Andor is a salesman for Valley Tech, a company specializing in selling various computer parts to other companies. You’re the receptionist for Valley Tech, with a little crush on your coworker. Little do you know, Cassian has known you longer than you can even remember. And he’s going to help you get those memories back.

You had avoided Cassian for four days, which was most of the week-long retreat. Even down to just letting his notes from under the door pile up, you weren’t interacting.

As much as it pained you to ignore him, you were realizing that your dreams, your nightmares, they were all real.

All of it was real.

You heard a knock on the door, standing up and checking to see if it was him.

Instead, Chirrut and Jyn stood outside, as you opened your room door and let them in.

“Jyn? Chirrut? What are you doing here?” You asked, as you closed the door and they sat down on your bed.

“Cassian called me. Told me what happened.” Jyn said. “I came here as quickly as I could, Chirrut wanted to help.”

“You knew.” You sighed, as she hugged you. “Both of you knew.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I promised Cassian that he could be the one to help you remember everything. We had no idea you’d be so affected.” She held you a little tighter. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s fine.” You gave her a sad smile, as Chirrut raised his hand slightly.

“Y/N. From what I recall, Cassian and yourself were inseparable. I can sense that you two are being pushed together, and you’re trying to resist.”

You looked down at your lap, fidgeting with your hands.

“You’re afraid, aren’t you?”

“Is it that obvious?” You chuckled half-heartedly, looking to the connecting door. “If they really are memories, what then? I’m not the same exact person he fell for back then.”

“The Force works in mysterious ways, Y/N.” He noted, as another flashback hit you. Chirrut and Jyn rushed to sit you down as your eyes grew bleary and you went into a small, hazy daze.

It was nighttime. Cassian had managed to sneak out with you and fly out on his U-Wing. It was interesting to be in the ship without K-2SO co-piloting and making snarky remarks about your relationship.

“Why did you take me out here? You know I have recruits to train tomorrow.” You smiled, looking at him as he shook his head.

“Just wanted to take you out again. I know you mentioned that you don’t get to fly much, outside of your A-Wing.”

“Wow, Andor. You sure know your way to a girl’s heart.” You joked.

“Of course I do.” He noted, taking your hand. “Look who I managed to win over.”

You scoffed, squeezing his hand lightly before returning to the controls.

Soon, you noticed he had been flying in circles, not stopping to land on any planet that came into view.

“Cassian, we haven’t landed anywhere. What’s going on?” You looked out of the window, taking in the starry sky, until you turned around, Cassian kneeling by the co-pilot seat, looking up at you. “…Cassian?”

“None of these planets are good enough.” He sighed, his breath trembling softly.

“Good enough for what?” You whispered, confused as to why he was kneeling at your seat.

“Maker, you’re beautiful.” He murmured to you, before taking out a velvet box from his coat pocket.

Your breath hitched. “What are you doing?” You knew very well, exactly what he was doing.

“I’m doing what I should have a long time ago.” He smiled, taking your hand as you took off your seatbelt and turned the seat towards him. “When I first met you, I swear, I felt more alive that I ever had before. I need you, here, with me. And the Rebellion? You never know when it’ll all be over. So I’m taking my chances.”

He looked up to you, nothing but love and admiration evident in his eyes. “I know that if we ever get separated, I’m always going to find you, no matter what. I know that if you ever get hurt, I will always take care of you. Because, I’m so, very in love with you, even if we don’t show it in public, I have never been more sure that you are the person I want to spend my life with.”

He took a deep breath, before opening the velvet box and revealing a simple, yet beautiful silver engagement ring. “This ring was my mother’s. I know she and my father would have loved you.”

“So tell me, Commander Y/N Y/L/N, will you grant me the honor of becoming your husband, and for you to become my wife?” His throat felt dry as he shook, more nervous for this than any mission he had ever been on.

“Will you marry me?”

You gulped, eyes growing glassy as you nodded, Cassian sharing your tearful, yet elated expression as he shot up, pulling you up with him and pressing a passionate kiss towards you as he slipped the ring onto your finger.

The flight back to base was hasty and quick, with the both of you sprinting back to your unit with gleeful smiles on your faces like you were teenagers again.

“I know she’s scared. I shouldn’t have said anything.” Cassian groaned, while Baze patted his back and Bodhi gave him a sympathetic smile.

“I still can’t believe this reincarnation thing is actually real. I’d be just as freaked out as her if I found out I lived more than one life.” Tuesso said, pushing his glasses up. “But I do hope Y/N will be alright.”

“It’s hard, knowing your reality is crashing down on you. Seeing Y/N in such a distressed state, that only made me realize just how real my dreams felt. Chirrut and Jyn are here, they’re talking to her. Don’t worry.” Baze noted.

Bodhi sighed, crossing his arms. “Jyn told me those dreams, they’re there to remind us. Fate, the Force, whatever it is. It’s giving us a second chance. I… I don’t want to waste my new beginning, and I don’t think you should either. Just make the most of what you have. Hopefully she’ll come around.”

“How? She’s terrified of me.” He tightened his jaw, standing up and pacing around the room.

“Just give her some time.” Bodhi said.

“When she’s ready, you’ll know.” Baze smiled slightly, before they both looked to the door, watching Chirrut and Jyn enter.

“How is she?” Cassian asked.

“Getting better.” Jyn confirmed. “She’s still trying to take in everything. She had another flashback.”

“What was it of?” He asked, worry evident in his expression.

“When you proposed to her. She started crying, but not for long.” Jyn replied, as Cassian smiled slightly, remembering that night with crystal clarity. “She still loves you, Cassian. She’s just, very confused at the moment.”

“Don’t worry too much. I know they’ll be able to sort things out. The Force always wills for two souls to join if they truly are each other’s balance. I remember telling her that before as well.” Chirrut stated with confidence. “It will all be fine.”

“I can just sense it.”

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