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bwbatta · 4 years

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Abstract: Aaron Hotchner makes you blush. You just so happen to have the same reaction on him.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: some swearing, some teasing from the BAU, mentions of sexy times, death by fluff, get ready for some blushing red cheeks gang

Word count: 2455

A/N: the super cute dividers are by @firefly-graphics!

You’d never thought you’d be dating someone from your team let alone it being Aaron, aka, your boss.

The two of you gave into your feelings for each other after one angsty night when a case went wrong and you ending up in the hospital.

Admissions of love were shared between the two of you and by any definition you were now together, however deciding to keep it to yourselves for now.

Though hiding your new relationship from a team of profilers was difficult, especially as Aaron thought it funny to use it to his advantage.

“Delivery for Y/N” a voice was heard through the office as your head shot up and mouth fell open slightly at the display of red and white roses held by the delivery man.

“Over here!” Garcia’s excitable voice was heard and you can tell she was just brimming with questions along with Emily and JJ who had also caught sight of the amass of flowers heading your way.

The man popped the vase down on your desk and held out a keypad for you to sign for them.

Scribbling your signature down, you were half in slight shock and half in awe of the floral arrangement in front of you.

“Who are these from?!” Penelope gushed “you never said you were seeing anyone!”

Plucking the small note from the top of the bunch, you flipped open the small envelope and pulled out the card.

“Just to see if I can make you blush. I love you -A “

Immediately your face flushed.

Damn you, Aaron.

“You’ve been holding out on us” JJ grinned at hot cheeks as you resisted the urge to look up at the window of Aaron’s office, knowing he was already probably watching.

“They’re just from someone” you said offhandedly like it wasn’t a big deal

“Just someone?!” Derek’s voice was heard from behind you now “I’m guessing it was a guy who sent you these and he’s ‘just someone’ to you?!”

The gathering of the girls around your desk now had caught the attention of the rest of your team, all eager to find out who the flowers were from.

“So, who’s the lucky guy?” Emily grinned leaning against your desk as she admired the flowers “you’ve got to tell us something about him”

“He’s just a guy I’ve been seeing” you could help the smile which appeared across your face

“A guy who likes to send our Y/N flowers” Derek teased

It was slow day in the office and the arrival of your delivery was enough to make the team grasp the excuse of a break. Rossi had wandered down from his office and so had Hotch, the latter concealing the smile he wanted to show.

“Who’s sent Y/N flowers?!” Rossi’s teasing tone was heard as everyone was now gathered

“A mysterious boyfriend” JJ answered as you bit the inside of your cheek

“He’s kind of a dick to be honest” you shrugged catching Aaron’s eye “sending me flowers knowing all of you will bombard me with questions”

“So he knows about us?” Emily’s eyebrow shot up

“Mmm, told him everything about you lot” you mused “it’s almost as if he already knows you guys”

You held back the chuckle that desperately wanted to escape your lips.

“Seems like he obviously cares about you. The red roses are typical signs to show romance and love as well as commitment where as the white is traditionally about a new beginning or loyalty” Reid rambled off about the roses to the team as Hotch had raised an eyebrow at you as if to tease you.

Not trusting yourself to not expose the both of you, you dropped your eyes to the roses again as you felt the slight grin on your lips.

“So this guy loves you?!” Derek teased wiggling his eyebrows

“Alright that’s it” you rolled your eyes with a smile “you all know too much now, I’m not saying anything else”

“You should know better than lying to a bunch of profilers, Y/N” Aaron’s voice was heard humorously

“Exactly” Penelope grinned “Now of you could just tell me his first and last name along with his date of birth and blood type that would be great”

“I can’t believe you” was the first thing to come out of your mouth as Aaron opened the door to his apartment that night.

A grin sat on his face as he took in your exasperated look

“I don’t know what you mean”

“Don’t know what I mean?! I mean you delivering flowers to me which was obviously going to cause an avalanche of questions”

“Ohh, that”

With a look through narrowed eyes you passed him, walking further into the room, expression changing as soon as you and Jack both spotted each other.

“Y/N!”

“Jack buddy! Hi!”

Leaping off the seat he was on, his little legs sprinted over to you as you caught him and lifted him onto your hip with arms right around him in a hug.

“Are we having another sleepover tonight?!” He asked excited

“I don’t know, you’ll have to ask your dad” you said as immediately you both turned to Aaron with matching puppy eyes

“Please, Daddy!” Jack asked as he wrapped his arms around your neck tighter “can Y/N stay over?”

“Yes please, Daddy” you smiled at your boyfriend who’s neck has grown a little redder at your teasing tone, knowing exactly what you did to him

“If Y/N wants to stay over, then yes” he grinned, face falling into a genuine smile as his son’s eyes lit up, though he remembered your teasing tone and stored it in his mind for later.

The evening consisted of building with Lego’s, followed by a meal made by Aaron who had happily watched on with genuine heart eyes as his two favourite people bounced off each other’s energy.

Before long a large yawn escaped the boy’s lips as he was snuggled in between you both, his head just dropping onto your shoulder, a key sign he was growing tired.

Picking up his son, Jack waved a sleepy goodnight to you before Aaron placed him in bed and the boy was out like a light.

“All the excitement of creating a huge Lego truck must’ve knocked him out” you chuckled as Aaron settled beside you, pulling you into his chest.

Tugging your legs over his own, you cuddled into his chest as you both relaxed into each other.

“He adores you” Aaron kissed the crown of your head “as do I”

“He’s my favourite Hotchner man” you shrugged with a slight smile on your face acutely aware of the narrowed eyes you now had staring down at you

“So, it’s not your wonderful boyfriend who sent you flowers at work today?”

“He’s a close second”

“Not even when you call him, Daddy?”

“You little-“

Feeling Aaron’s fingers immediately tickle your side your whole body blushed and convulsed trying to get away from the offending action of his hands.

With a bubble of laughter escaping your lips, Aaron immediately covered your lips with his own as you laughed into his mouth still.

His hand wound through your hair pulling you ever closer as if he couldn’t get enough of you as his other hand wrapped firmly around your waist pulling you into his lap.

His assault on your mouth lessened slightly until small sweet kisses were shared and you pulled back slightly to just take him in.

“I love you” he whispered leaning downward to find your lips again

“I love you too” you smiled running your thumb over the bridge of his nose “more than you know”

No other words were said as Aaron lifted you up, you wrapping you legs around his waist in second nature as he wandered down the hallway to the master bedroom, closing the door behind you as you went.

“Holy hell, you obviously had a good night” came Dereks teasing tone as he took the seat next to you on the jet.

“What?”

“Well, as much as I can tell you’ve tried to hide the immense hickey on your neck, it’s still pretty obvious” he snickered

A hand immediately went to your neck as you narrowed your eyes at him as he just continued to laugh

“Hey, Em, check this out” he called as you slapped his arm, cheeks flushing

“Nope, no, nothing to see” you shook your head trying to downplay your colleagues teasing

“See what?” Emily grinned taking the seat opposite the two of you

“Take a good look at our Y/N’s neck and tell me a good night was not had by this one?”

“Oh wow” the girl opposite grinned at you “is that from your boyfriend who you’ve told us absolutely nothing about?”

“...might be”

“What about Y/N’s boyfriend?” JJ took the other seat in the pod

“Well considering the damage done to Y/N’s neck...” Emily snickered

“Oh my god you guys, stop it” you rolled your eyes as you could see Aaron trying to hide a smile as he took the couple seats opposite with Rossi

“Come on, tell us something else about this guy?” Rossi grinned “When are we going to meet him? Invite him to pasta night!”

“It’s still very new and as much as I love you guys, if you were to find out who he was, you’re guaranteed to overload the poor man”

“Overload the- are you kidding?” Derek shot you a look “when would we ever do that?!”

“Greetings my fine furry friends!” The bubbly voice of Garcia popped up “what are we talking about?”

“Y/N’s man” JJ snickered as you shot her a look

“Ooh has anything else been mentioned?”

“Not yet!”

“As much as I love talking about my love life could we, I don’t know, focus on the case?”

The snickers came from the two females opposite you as everyone began to settle in as the briefing begun.

“If you need to borrow some concealer, let me know” Emily whispered as you shot her an unamused look

The gentle knock was heard on your hotel door at around 1:30am. Knowing exactly who it was, you didn’t bother to grab a jumper or anything as you opened the door in just your underwear.

“Well, hello”

“Hello to you too” you grinned at his slightly stunned expression

“Want some company?”

Holding the door open further as an invitation for him to enter, Aaron slipped past you into your room, stealing a kiss from you in the process.

The door shut behind you as the two of you made your way over to the bed you had just come from.

Making yourselves comfortable, you curled into his chest, your favourite place, as he ran his hands up and down your sides.

“As funny as it is seeing the team joke about your neck, I didn’t mean for it to be that bruised” he said running his fingers over the large hickey he had created only the night before.

“I’m not complaining, the others are just joking anyway, though you leaving me out to dry isn’t so much fun”

He snickered into your hair, completely unapologetic

“Would you want me to intervene?”

“I’d want you to stop egging them on!”

Aaron grinned at the thought of the teasing throughout the day which he had unashamedly taken apart in.

“Even when they asked about our sex life?”

You groaned remembering Emily cornering you to ask about the mystery man who was currently in your bed. You didn’t give her any answers until JJ showed up and the two started pressuring you with more questions.

When Aaron had entered the room you were never more grateful, thinking the two would stop interrogating you but when JJ had asked about where he ranked in regards to how good he was in bed, the man couldn’t help but involve himself in this interrogation.

“He’s the best you’ve ever had?” He questioned eyebrows raising “he must be smug about that? I know I would be”

Aaron had supplied the two women with even more questions after that, leaving the room shortly after with a fiery glare from you.

“You just threw me to the lions” you rolled you eyes at the memory

“But how could I not after knowing I’m the best you’ve ever had?” He grinned

Your cheeks flushed again wishing you’d never said anything with him being in hearing distance.

“Smug bastard” you muttered burying yourself into his chest further

“Aw, come on Sweetheart” he lifted your chin with two fingers to meet your eyes “don’t you want some of the best sex you’ve ever had?”

Your remaining underwear hit the floor not to long after that.

“I swear I didn’t get any sleep last night” Derek complained to Reid at breakfast the next morning as you joined the two along with Aaron and JJ.

“What do you mean?” Spencer asked eyebrows furrowing together

“I mean there was a couple on our floor last night who were going at it like animals” the man rolled his eyes “Weren’t quiet about it either. Didn’t you hear them Y/N, your room was only a few down from mine”

You just held back the snicker that threatened to escape your lips as you nodded in agreement.

“Yeah I heard them, it was so loud, almost like they were in the same room as me” you shrugged

“You guys just got unlucky with your rooms this time then. On our last case, there was a couple a few doors down from me with the same thing. What is it with hotels and people acting like rabbits?” JJ questioned

That time you were both definitely in Aaron’s room which was near JJ’s.

“Anyway, hopefully you’ll be able to go wild with your man when we land Y/N?” JJ teased “Add a few more hickeys to the collection?”

Aaron thought you’d blush and shoot her teasing questions down but was surprised when you just laughed and shot her a smirk.

“Oh definitely” you grinned “to be honest though I bought this little red number I can’t wait to try out, hopefully he’ll be the one with a couple hickeys next time”

The man next to you nearly choked on his coffee at the thought of you in a red number.

Trying to flush the idea from his mind, it did nothing as the red blush grew on his cheeks slightly not being able to think of anything else other than what he’d do to you when you got home.

Seeing the slight blush on his cheeks, you grinned slightly, thoroughly happy you had the same reaction on him as you knew he did on you.

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youarejesting · 3 years

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Hope In The Sheets.8

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Beta: N/A Pairing: Hoseok x Reader Genre: Friendship, Comedy, Soft boy, Fluff, SMUT, Friends2Lovers, Words: 2.9k

Summary: You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things.

What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.

Warning: Braxton hicks, Reader thinks she is being followed (but is mistaken), and a love making scene very short and sweet.

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With your final month of pregnancy approaching you were finally ready to take your maternity leave. Deciding to continue working for as long as you could to save some money. The boss was getting super weird but you were holding your tongue and making up excuses to leave his presence.

Your last day was a little extravagant with cake and a card signed by your colleagues. The boss gave you a bouquet of flowers, which you graciously accepted as it was your last day. Everyone took photos and your boss awkwardly pulled you close, his hand resting on your belly.

Irritation growing, you wanted nothing more than to push his hand away and leave. The scent of his cologne made you feel a little sick and you were unbelievably sweaty. Excusing yourself to the safety of the women's bathroom you splashed your neck with some cool water.

Calling Jimin you whispered, “I need you to come pick me up, the boss is being weird again.”

“I am near by, give me a few minutes I will get you,” Jimin’s sweet voice rang like tiny chimes through the phone.

You waited another couple of minutes and heard your name called from the hall, “Y/n?, are you okay in there?” It was your creepy boss.

“Sorry, I am just having a hot flash so I am splashing water on my neck,” You laughed, trying to appear casual and not cause him any reason to suspect you are in distress as you would bet he would barge in otherwise, “I will be out soon.”

Your phone chimed.

[Jimin: We are in the elevator grab your things for a quick escape.]

Curious as to who he was referring to as ‘we’ but not questioning it, he was right you should get ready to leave as quickly as possible. Heading out to the gathering of your colleagues, you smiled fanning yourself.

“Here is some ice water,” One of the women smiled, “I remember when I was pregnant it was unbearably hot.”

“Thanks,” You took a drink and sighed happily at the cool liquid, standing in front of your bag, the flowers and card. The elevator doors opened to reveal a well dressed Jimin and a rather handsome man you recognized from the bar. Jungkook’s best friend, Taehyung was it? You smiled at the two as they smiled greeting everyone. “Hello, we are Y/n’s friends, I'm Jimin and this is Taehyung. We have come to pick her up.” Jimin looked around the room and his eyes lit up, “wow you are all so nice a party and everything.”

Jimin charmed the room easily and Taehyung wasn’t doing too badly either as he took the flowers and your bag. “Are you ready to leave?”

“Ah yes, I wouldn’t mind going home for a rest,” allowing the two young men to lead you towards the elevator, “Goodbye, I will hopefully see you when I am back from leave.”

They all waved and wished you good luck, and you didn’t miss the disappointed look on your boss' face. Your shoulders slumped as you leaned against the wall of the elevator, “I am so tired.”

“We will get you home soon,” Jimin smiled, rubbing your back and pulling you into a hug.

“Should we reschedule?” Taehyung said, “Or, I can um pay again, if you don’t mind waiting for a few weeks, I will save up enough money for another date.”

Jimin was at a loss for words. You knew he didn’t know what to say and you smiled, “Hey no, I will be home soon, just drop me off and go back to Jimin’s, he has a cinema room and you can order in and watch movies.”

“Yeah, we can do that.” Jimin smiled, reassuringly at Taehyung,

“Half a movie, I can only afford half a movie,” He mumbled downtrodden. Jimin wet his lips feeling awkward, he hadn’t dated anyone who wasn’t loaded with cash in a long time.

“Jimin has a rule that if he can’t make a date the next one is half price,” you took the art of improv to a whole new level, “he couldn’t make your date and it had to be rescheduled, right? So, this one is half price so you can get twice the amount of time.”

“Yeah, she is right so we can hang out a little longer.” Jimin bit his lip looking at the young man and seeing the small smile pull up on his lips. “So let’s drop the tiny mama off and go watch a movie.”

“Ok,” Taehyung smiled, you watched the two, nervous like a highschool crush developing between two students. The two graciously dropped them off and Jimin walked you to the door.

“You are smitten!” You grinned, teasing him lightly watching his blush grow. Your eyes catching Taehyung fixing his hair in the passenger seat drop down mirror. “You have never been nervous in your life, and he is so sweet.”

“I have been with rich men here and there looking for a date or a night, but I have never had someone scraping together their money to spend just a little time with me, making handmade gifts because that's all they can do.” Jimin was clutching his heart, and you finally found the key for the front door. “When he tells me I am pretty, or that he loves my voice, it’s different. I know those CEO’s had wives, but when he says it, I feel special like I am the only one in the world he says it too.”

“So what’s the problem?” You asked, letting Jimin walk you inside with all your items. “You have a lot of savings and investment properties, you could live off that money very easily.”

“How can I see him when he thinks he has to pay me all the time?” Jimin mumbled, walking back to the front door. “I don’t want him to go bankrupt because he thinks he can’t afford my rates”

“I heard at the bar that he like photography. Tell him you want a photoshoot but you don’t know a good photographer who you feel comfortable with.” You hugged and an idea struck. “Say you can’t decide on a concept and offer him a few different ones you want to try. He has been asked to submit his work into an exhibition. I think the theme was nightlife.”

“Nightlife.”

“It’s up for interpretation, but who has a more busy nightlife than you, and I am not talking about going out on the town. A sensual at home photoshoot of you in a sheet or a naked silhouette overlooking the night city.”

“Oh that could be fun, I could be part of an exhibition” he giggled, “I will ask him.”

Jimin hugged you again for safe measure and ran off to his van and climbed inside.

You waved shutting the door and heading to the fridge hoping some cold yoghurt would soothe your overheated form, whilst also feeding your almost insatiable hunger.

Opening the fridge, you saw the last of your yoghurt at the back, bending slightly you felt a twinge in your back and as you straightened up, Yoghurt in your hand as you were overcome with a tightness in your stomach. Was this a contraction?

You were two weeks out from your due date so it wasn’t unusual for people to have their babies early. You pulled out your phone calling for an ambulance and trying to breathe calmly.

[Y/n: I think I am in labor, and you’re the only one who is free today.] [DJSuga: Like really or that time you ate too much rice too quickly and got indigestion?] [Y/n: I just called the ambulance.] [DJSuga: I will meet you at the hospital let me know what ward you are in when you know.]

“Hello, I am looking for Miss Y/n.” Yoongi’s voice carried across the hall from the nurses desk to your room. “I would describe her as pregnant but it wouldn’t help.”

“Wow, you are very descriptive. You really have no words to describe me Yoongi? I am offended.” You pouted walking out into the hall, “Let’s go home.”

“What I thought you were popping out a baby today?” he said confused, “If you say it was constipation or something stupid I will hit you upside the head.”

“Well, it wasn’t that.” You blushed, “It was braxton hicks?”

“Who?” he blanked, utterly confused, “What are you talking about?”

“It means fake labor, like a test run.”

“Can you stop with the test runs, I don’t think my body can take it anymore?” Yoongi held his back waddling down the hallway making you giggle. “Come on, I saw a restaurant for lamb skewers and I have been craving it since.”

“You are acting more like a pregnant woman than I am.”

Walking out the front of the hospital you were bombarded by Jin, Jungkook, Namjoon, and a disheveled Jimin with Taehyung. You didn’t realize how your eyes looked for Hoseok, until you didn’t find him. The crushing feeling in your chest made you frown slightly.

“False alarm.” Yoongi muttered, “Apparently Barbie Hacks or something, we are getting lamb skewers. Come on, I hear Jin is paying.”

Hoseok arrived at the Bar and saw that no one was around, the place was locked up with a sign announcing that it was closed for the night. It was strange Jin didn’t ever believe in taking days off, even when he was sick he would be in his office resting.

He called Jin’s phone and heard laughter, “I will be back” Jin's voice called. Hoseok could hear Namjoon, Jimin and Yoongi talking about something adamantly. Had they planned something without him.

“Hey Hoseok, what do you need?”

“Your bar is closed?” Hoseok mumbled, “I was wondering what you are all doing?”

“Y/n went to the hospital because she was getting contractions but they turned out to be Braxton hicks, so we are having lamb skewers on Yoongi’s request.”

“Why did no one tell me?” Hoseok felt a little sick that his friends were hanging out without him and there was a strange pull in his chest knowing that he wasn’t there at the hospital.

“I didn’t think we had to, seeing as you are not the father of any children.” Jin repeated his words back to him, “We aren’t picking sides but you made it clear you didn’t want to be a part of the child's life. So we didn’t want to force you to be there.”

“I never said that I didn’t want to be a part!” Hoseok shouted down the phone, “Urgh, this is fucked.”

With a sigh Jin grew deadly serious, “she was scared out of her mind today, she thought she was going to have to give birth alone, you have to talk to her.”

“I said some stupid shit, Jin. I don’t know how to fix this.” Hoseok pulled at his hair and started heading to your house, hoping that perhaps the two of you could talk this out before he ended up losing you.

He had so much that he wanted to say and get mad about, he wasn’t ready to forgive you but he wasn’t ready to let you go either.

You were dropped off at Hoseok’s apartment, the one you had lived in together before everything went wrong. Touching your rounded tummy you knew that this child wasn’t a mistake and apologized out loud for even implying anything of the sorts. Taking the stairs to the second floor you arrived at his door.

Knock knock.

“Hoseok are you home?” You called, taking the key from your keychain you peaked inside to see the lights were off. You sat for a moment but he didn’t come home and it was getting a little dark.

Heading out you locked up and walked along the road. You put a headphone in and pretended to be in a conversation. Speeding up slightly as you passed the men sitting on the steps of one of the stores that had closed up for the night. The men were laughing about something and you scurried along.

Sighing in relief when you went to cross the street, looking both ways you caught sight of figures following you. Were the men following you? What did they want? Thoughts were circling in your head as the adrenaline started to kick in. Dialing hoseok you crossed the road.

“Hello, Y/n?” Hoseok said “I wanted to-”

“Hoseok, there are men following me” you whispered.

“Where are you?” He asked, sounding concerned, which gave you a flash of hope that he would protect you like he always did.

“I am on our street, I am heading to Yuta, I need to go somewhere public.” You replied walking briskly.

“Keep walking, I'm on my way.” You heard the sound of an engine and you knew everything would be okay. Hoseok wouldn’t let you get hurt.

“Don’t hang up, they are still following.” Picking up your speed you noticed they had started to walk a little more briskly. “I sped up and they did too, Hobi, I am really scared.”

“Don’t slow down, you got this little darling, I will be there soon.” Hoseok said with desperation in his voice. “I won’t leave you on your own anymore. I should have been there today. I should be with you now!”

A hand grabbed your shoulder and you screamed phone clattering onto the ground, “I am sorry miss, we called out but your headphones were in, you dropped your wallet.”

“Oh! Thank you so much, I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay, do you need help, can we escort you somewhere?” The other man asked. “There has been some break-ins recently so we have taken to watching the neighborhood.”

They walked you back towards Hoseok's and you sat with them as you spoke about what happened with Hoseok. Talking about how you stuffed up and lied to him. “You mean the really happy guy with the reddish hair? You two used to walk this street all the time. I knew you too liked each other,” they grinned

“So is it a little girl or boy?” One of the guys gestured to your belly. “Have you thought of any names?”

“A little girl and I have been thinking of some. Sun-Hee it just reminds me so much of her dad,” you hummed, a little nervous to hear their feedback, “does it sound silly?”

“It sounds beautiful.”

Looking up there was Hoseok panting and looking relieved to see you okay. Standing, you walked over to your longest friend, hoping he didn’t scold you. “Hoseok, I am sorry.”

He pulled you into a hug and buried his face in your neck, “I don’t care. I don’t care that you lied and kept this from me. I don’t care about any of that, let me be here for you. I will be by your side.”

You were crying, he took your face in his hands brushing your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “Alright love birds, Kiss each other.”

Your cheeks were bright red, ready to laugh and tell the men it wasn’t like that when Hoseok pulled you forward. Pressing his lips to your's, he kissed you fiercely, his hands holding your waist and cradling your head. He tried to pull you closer when your belly bumped against him. He looked down and rubbed your belly gently, “I am sorry I wasn’t there but I am here now, and I am not leaving.”

“Let’s go home, Hobi.” You whispered, he thanked the men for taking care of you and led you to his van. He drove back to your house and walked you inside, shutting the door and taking off his shoes. The two of you sat on the couch.

“I guess you have a lot to talk about.” Hoseok said nervous and you swung your leg over his lap and kissed him. It was difficult to maneuver with your big belly, but you were too busy enjoying the feeling of his soft lips against yours.

“I want to remember this time,” you breathed against him. “Please let’s just pretend that one didn’t happen and try again.”

Hoseok laughed and lifted you carefully and carried you to the bedroom.

Hoseok was gentle and passionate; he teased you with his fingers and lavished you with his tongue. You had never had anything like this. Usually you were chasing a high with some guy you never had plans to call again, and that was on the rare occasion you were looking for sex. This made you feel overwhelmingly good, your heart was pounding. Every thrust brought with it a spark of energy. You clung to Hoseok as he lost himself in the sensations.

He would open his eyes in moments of clarity and kiss you telling you how much he loved you. It wasn’t like jumping off the edge into pleasure; this was like waves that started small and built into a choppy tide never crashing upon you, just rocking you with pleasure. After the crescendo moment the waves began to ease back until it was the gentle waters lapping at the sand.

“Hobi,” you panted as he laid your head on his chest. He hummed encouraging you to continue. You took his hand and placed it onto your belly, “you remember two minutes ago when we had sex, well I think I fell pregnant.”

He laughed, throwing his head back into the pillow and leaned down kissing your belly, “I think you might be right!”

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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A Bakers Dozen ~ KTH [Request]

➳➳➳Word count: 1.4K

➳➳➳Genre: Floffy

➳➳➳Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

➳➳➳A/N: Hope this is okay for you sweetie, I’m sorry it’s so short.

Today was the day you'd been waiting years for this and it was finally here, you were finally going to open your own bakery. You'd been saving up since you were a little girl who had their own little easy bake oven, you walked down the staircase of your shared home that you shared with your boyfriend Taehyung, you'd been together for four years now and he was the best thing that ever happened to you, the bakery coming in at a close second. You traced your fingers along the note he'd left for you in the kitchen,

Food in the fridge eat it before the opening, I'm sorry I can't be there. You know I would if I could x x I love you! See you after work! ~ Taehyung

You smiled like a giddy teenager as you saw it, you knew how busy he was so it was nice that he'd made an effort to make you breakfast for the morning. The reason he couldn't go to the opening was that it was comeback season so everyone was rushed off their feet trying to make sure that the comebacks were going to go well, that and Festa was in less than a week and the boys were preparing for it.

Taehyung stared at his phone debating on tweeting or not, he'd had the perfect tweet saved in his drafts for the whole morning having a silent argument with himself about telling Army where the bakery was going to be, he knew the opening would be amazing no matter what because everyone adored your baking but he wanted to make it extra special since he couldn't be with you in person he would send his spirit.

Thank you for breakfast, was amazing. I have to go in now but I'll see you at home x Love you too Tae Tae, x

He smiled at your text deciding he was going to send out the tweet with details about your bakery but he was going to wait an hour until you'd settled in. You'd worked in plenty of bakeries before to know how to handle a rush hour but he didn't want to bombard you with thousands of Army coming to see you.

"Everything ready?" You asked one of the assistant bakers who was walking around the shop floor, everything was in perfect order. The white walls were spotless, the glass tables were streak-free and then the hanging lavenders from the ceiling opened up the place.

"Lilac Palace is ready for you," The bakery assistant said with a small laugh behind her wording, you'd named it Lilac Palace one night with Taehyung when you were stargazing, you were telling him about all your dreams for your dream bakery and immediately he offered to help buy your dream place but you told him no. It had to come from you and your hard work or you wouldn't feel comfortable working there. So instead he settled for a contribution to your business and helped you choose a name which was hard, you'd been trying for almost 16 years and still hadn't come up with one that stuck out to you until that night.

"Ready whenever you are boss." You nodded over at your assistant and she unlocked the door flipping the card over on the door to open and now all you had to do was wait for a reporter from the local newspaper to come in, you weren't expecting much since it was only your first day but when you saw four girls coming in a group and looking around you were shocked.

The day was growing older and the shop closing time was coming up when a huge group of people began heading towards the shop, your assistant began helping you serve everyone and you went around asking if customers were okay with what they received,

"Thank you so much for coming," You said to some girls that were sat around a table near the entrance,

"Tae said how wonderful everything was and we had to try it for ourselves." You frowned looking at her and she took out her phone to show you the tweet he'd sent out, he was sitting there on a chair in one of the studios holding your signature cupcake. It was a simple purple cupcake with purple flowers piped around the outside and everyone seemed to be buying it today, until the point that all of them were sold out and they began buying everything else.

"He did that?" You gasped looking at the tweet and then to the girls that were tearing up because you were, they engulfed you in a tight hug and told you how much they loved you and Taehyung together. Your relationship had never been a secret, it was hard to keep a secret about something when you were as big a star as Kim Taehyung was but many people didn't like you together until you hit your three-year mark. That's when they began to realise it was serious and you and Tae were the real deal,

"You inspire me so much, you didn't ask for any help with the shop and you got this place all on your own." One of them said as she wiped her eyes with a tissue, she handed you a clean one and you wiped your eyes with it.

"Thanks, girls, come back any time okay?" They nodded and you walked over to some more customers before excusing yourself to text Taehyung a huge thank you text for what he had done that day.

The bell above the door chimed,

"Sorry, we're closed." You called out not looking away from the table you were spraying cleaning, you almost screamed out when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a pair of lips kiss your neck.

"Oh Hi baby." You giggled turning around in Taehyung's arm and greeting him with another kiss, the bell chimed again and you looked up to see the rest of the boys there.

"Jimin, lock the door sweetie." You called out handing Taehyung the bottle of spray and rag you were using to clean up with before running off to the back of the shop, coming out with a box of cupcakes.

"Tah-Dah!" You yelled putting down the box on a table in front of the boys, they all dragged a chair over to take a closer look at the cupcakes,

"You always make the best cakes." Jin groaned biting into the purple special,

"The best!" Jungkook confirmed following along with his Hyung as he bit into it, putting icing all over his nose as he did so.

"I figured I'd save you guys some but there isn't enough for two each, there's only 13." You said to them watching as they all stared at one another for who was going to have to half their cake,

"Why can't a baker's dozen be 14, this is stupid." Jimin pouted as he drew the short straw for getting only half a second cake with Taehyung who in turn didn't mind because he could get you to bake for him any time he wanted.

"You have mine Jimin, I can get cakes whenever." He mumbled bringing you down to sit on his lap and making you giggle as he did so,

"Thank you for today Tae, you know you didn't have to though right?" You asked as the rest of the members all stuffed their faces with cake, he smiled up at you cupped your face in his hand.

"After all your years of hard work and not accepting help, I thought it was time I helped a little, and it was my way of being here in spirit." He confirmed leaning up and kissing you gently, you kissed him back and smiled as you felt him smile back at you.

"You alright?" He asked once he noticed you looking around the shop,

"Everything is perfect." You whispered kissing him once again. You had the perfect place, the perfect guy and the perfect friends. Everything in your eyes was fantastic and there was nothing that could possibly happen to change your viewpoint on it.

"Next time, can we get some red velvet cupcakes. Those are your best." Jungkook said with a mouthful of cake earning a light slap around the back of the head from Hobi making everyone around you laugh.

"I'll see what I can whip up, do you guys want birthday cakes? You might want to place your bookings in now because I already have 23 people asking for one." You giggled watching as they all rushed to put their names on your calendar,

"You're the best." You whispered to Taehyung kissing him once more and then getting up to clean up the mess the boys have left behind.

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bakubaewritings · 4 years

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Lost (2)

Part 1 Part 3

Cocooned in a blanket you laid like a sloth, you resembled much of your messy-haired teacher Aizawa in his sleep bag. The blistering heat outside failing at any attempt to warm ur freezing cold skin. Voices from the other side of the door beckoned you to get up and get ready, for your future husband would be there soon.

But how do you face someone that you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with?

Do you shake their hand?

Hug them?

Gosh, you didn't know anything about Touya, and you felt weird being arranged to marry your ex-boyfriend's brother. You knew it was wrong, being blackmailed by the current number one hero into marrying his son. Still, you couldn't do anything, you knew Endeavor, and you didn't trust him not to go through with his threat, a threat that could not only destroy your image but your families as well.

'Y/N L/N Teen pregnancy disgraces the L/N Family,' even the thought sent you into a panic. Another voice from one of the maids came from the door, informing you your bath was ready. With a heavy groan, you unwrapped yourself from the blanket heading towards the door. From the corner of your eyes, you saw your phone begin to vibrate against the table. Against your better judgment you peered over to see who it was, Midoriya's freckled face filled the screen. This wasn't new, your classmates had tried to contact you before, but after a while, it had died down. Well, except for Shoto, he called three times a day every day. But you never picked up, you never listened to the voicemails. You had figured after a while he would get the hint, but he never did.

Your fingers slowly reached towards the phone, almost on their own. They lingered over the decline button, you let it vibrate for what felt like forever before finally pressed into the screen.

"Y/n! OH my gosh, you picked up? Are you alright?" The questions flooded in, you felt overwhelmed as the boy's voice seemed to corrupt your senses.

"I'm ok, I promise. I miss you." Your voice was meek, you weren't sure he had heard you over his constant questioning. You quickly pressed the end call before letting out a deep breath. If this is what It was going to be like when you returned, you didn't want it. Being bombarded with questions on the first day of your final year didn't seem like the ideal way to begin the year.

Stepping back, you made your way out the room and towards the prepared bath. It was an outdoor bath, a round white marble tub in a hidden garden your grandparents had built just for you. Green foliage and colorful flowers filled the yard. The water was perfectly warm and smelled like lavender. Petals lay on the surface of the water decorating the water with pinks and oranges. Laying your head back, you felt you could breathe finally after so long.

You relaxed in the water, head lay back into a towel. You hadn't realized how much time had passed before you opened your eyes and found yourself staring up at the four of maids. Worry clear on their faces.

"I'm sorry, did I take too long?" You asked quietly, finally feeling you could let your lips curl into a small smile.

"You looked so happy we didn't want to bother you, it's just. Mr. Touya is here." Your smile faded.

"Oh, alright. Please tell Touya I'll meet him soon." Two of them left while the others helped you out the bath and into some clothes. Panic clearly filled you as you finished getting ready. Reassurances were thrown at you, but every bit of your brain refused to believe them. Your sandals clicked against the marble floors of the house as you made your way towards the foyer.

You saw him standing there, staring out onto the beach through the grand windows, his longish black hair spiked black. He stood tall, his build slim almost. He wore long black pants and a white shirt paired with some expensive black shoes.

"Todoroki?" You asked, sauntering towards him. He turned around a small smile across his face, "L/N" He put out his hand towards you, you did the same. His large hand cupped yours gently, bringing it to his lips, he placed a kiss on your knuckles. His turquoise eyes met your own, they reminded you of Shoto's left side.

"Y/n is fine." You felt something cold slip onto your finger looking down to see a reasonably large diamond shining on your finger. You pulled your hand away hesitantly.

"I'm afraid that was too forward. Sorry, I forget you're still new to this world." He spoke, almost laughing.

"What do you mean?" Your throat felt so dry as the words spilled from your lips.

"Quirk marriages, I get the feeling you weren't eager to marry me."

"You could say that." Your voice was quiet, lower than a whisper. But he heard, "So why did you say yes?"

"You're kidding, right, you don't know?" Your voice grew louder with anger. Your shoulders moved up and down quickly as you attempted to control your anger. Your breathing becoming ragged. Touya moved towards you; he cupped your chin lightly, bringing your eyes to look into his.

"My old man is a disgusting excuse for a human being; whatever he did to make you go through with this, I'm so sorry." You were shocked, he was so sweet despite his intimidating stature.

"Todoroki-"

"Please, call me Dabi. I prefer it." You swallowed a lump in your throat. His smell filled your senses; he smelled of cinnamon spice and cologne. "How about we get something to eat, break the ice." He moved a strand of hair from your face. His touch was so warm, it reminded you of Shoto's left side. It had been a month since you felt someone's touch outside your families and the maids.

"That actually sounds great."

"Perfect, what do you like to eat L/N?"

"F/f (favorite food), and please call me Y/n,"

"Wait, so you know my younger brother Shoto?" Dabi asked, chuckling from the other side of the table. You had been telling him of your time at UA for the last two years. He had taken you to a nice restaurant, you sat at one of the best seats in the whole place. Dabi, much like Shoto, loved taking their father's credit cards and spending as much as they could. It had felt nice to be out, and happy. Although you felt guilty for being happy with another man, even though there was nothing between you and Shoto anymore, it still felt wrong.

"Actually-" You looked down at your lap, "he and I-" you felt tears begin to form, "He was my boyfriend. We dated for two years before, a month ago I caught him kissing another classmate. I haven't spoken to him since." When you looked back at Dabi, the shock was all over his face. His eyes looked as if they were going to jump out of his head.

"Woah, I wasn't expecting that."

"Endeavor blackmailed me into marrying you, something about giving him a perfect grandchild with our quirks." The look on Dabi's face changed into one of disgust.

"He's disgusting, I'm so sorry I had no idea. Endeavor is a jackass," He paused, looking right at you Dabi asked, "Do you still love Shoto?" The question caught you completely off guard. You had almost expected, 'what is Endeavor blackmailing you about?' or 'what was so bad that you had to agree to marry?' But no, with a stern look on his face Dabi was asking you if you still loved Shoto.

"I- I do, I was with him for so long. He was my first everything. I'm upset it had to end, and it ended the way it did." Dabi's face didn't change.

"To be honest, I don't know how I will face him next week when I go back to school." You sipped your drink.

"Well, I've known you for two hours y/n, and already I know your one of the strongest women I've never met. You don't deserve to be in this situation. I'll talk to my father, I'll make sure you don't have to go through with it."

"Please don't, I knew what I was getting myself into. There's no convincing him." You offered him a smile, 'plus It's not all bad, I made him promise Rei would be removed from the hospital and he would bring her home,"

"You're an angel, doll."

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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Boys and Girls

Inspired by Boys and Girls by Alabama Shakes. A little sweet birthday blurb/mini fic.

I am taking commissions by the way!

Calum likes to take it easy on his birthday. And she’s got a sweet little plan.

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I’m rescuing you from the bars tonight. 11 pm sharp.

Calum relays the message to Ashton, the man in charge of climbing-into-birthday-hours festivities. Calum’s birthday celebrations usually only went for a day. He liked having some time to be at peace during the day on his actual birthday. The idea of pre-graming his birthday the night before and then having a nice dinner the day of was ideal to appease the friend group that never fully needed a reason to go out onto the town.

Ashton nods though at Calum’s request. “You know the party will be rolling on for a while if you ever care to rejoin us.”

“I’m aware,” Calum returns as his phone shakes again with a message from her. Wear something cozy too.

This is the sort of deal people get when they’re getting kidnapped you know, he replies with a grin on his face.

Trust me, this is not the warning a kidnapper gives.

Any clue on what’s going down?

No. No clues.

That’s the last time Calum’s phone shakes from her. He assumes it might be work and doesn’t bombard her with any more messages. Though he does think it’s unfair, he doesn’t want to fully ruin whatever surprise she has planned. Both of them have been friends ever since Calum spilled his drink in the cafe that she worked. She wheeled the mop out with a laugh as Calum apologized profusely.

“Accidents happen. Let me get you a refill.” She covered the spill, or at least the majority of it, up with the dingy yellow bucket, before going back behind the counter and washing her hands. The machines kicked back to life. She personally walked the drink over to him.

“I swear I’m not this much of a klutz most days,” Calum sighed.

“Well, I am. So let me tell you, it’s not the end of the world. Drink your coffee. The caffeine will get those motor skills right again.”

Calum was thankful that at this time of the day the cafe wasn’t busy or else the morning crowd running to get their caffeine before their days started would not have been pleased with his accident. After that, Calum returned to the cafe more regularly. She had memorized his order so that on sight she had the card reader ready as she ran down the specifics. They chatted during her breaks sometimes. They grabbed lunch at the little Mexican restaurant across the street during her lunch break.

She was always planning something, Calum had learned. When he mentioned Duke, on more than one occasion, she asked about his birthday and what kind of toys and treats he liked. The questions had not prepared him for when she knocked on his door about mid-morning three weeks later with a huge basket in her hands. It was filled with toys, treats, and a couple other necessities like doggy bags and training pads. It didn’t stop her from mailing him flowers on Valentine’s Day with a note that read, Love sucks. But you don’t. So here are some flowers. Calum still uses that notecard a bookmark in all the random novels and collections of poetry that he reads.

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The bars are packed; the streets are buzzing with people and heels clicking and loud laughter. It’s to be expected on a Friday night in a city is constantly on. Calum keeps a close eye on the time. He doesn’t dare want to miss his rendezvous time. He promised to share his location at 10:00 and again at 10:30 so she could figure how far into the city his friends had carried him. It’s early now, just barely ticking past 9 pm. They agreed to take the night slow so that everyone could actually remember ringing in the birthday and so Calum wouldn’t be sloppy when she came to get him.

The first sip of alcohol burns a little--it’s not great. Calum screws his face up and wants to ask who the hell ordered the first round. But a mixed drink is slipped into his hands soon after. The nearly sour taste is gone under the slight fizz of his new concoction. They're ushered upstairs to VIP, hands stamped as they go. From above, Calum can see the mass of bodies on the floor below. He watches them, swaying collective in the first haze of alcohol slowly dulling his senses.

The lights strobe, flashing reds, yellows, and purples across his face. Calum doesn’t really pay attention, attempting to suck in the smell of sweat and old alcohol. He lets the buzzing of the speakers blasting music crawl into his ear, peel back his eardrum and nestle into his brain. He takes another sip, feeling the warmth radiating from his chest. Laughter erupts from behind him and he turns to rejoin civilization, the collection of his friends settling onto couches.

Calum nurses the drink until they decide to leave. He checks his phone again to see the time. 10 pm. They wonder for just a block before landing another bar. This one smaller, more intimate. When the whole group settles into a booth, Calum pulls up her thread. He slides right under the message bar and taps on the small Google Maps icon. It takes a moment before his GPS locates the address and he taps for it to send.

She responds with the thumbs-up emoji before another one lights up his screen. I’m actually not too far from there. Let me know if you guys wander to the strip club.

Calum can almost hear the sarcastic lilt, the little giggle she’d give if this were in person. There would be a seriousness to her face though. She’d laugh but her tone always told on her. Always said that she wasn’t truly joking. I won’t. Unless you’re working tonight, which means I have to, of course, support you.

I do not have the body for a stripper. But thanks for the vote of confidence you goober.

A can clinks on the table and Calum looks up. He recognizes that can anywhere and grins. “Thanks.”

It’s here, when the group shimmies themselves out onto the dancefloor, that Calum knows they won’t be heading anywhere else. He calls for a quick breather and leans against the booth and finds his phone. I think we’re here for the rest of the night. It’s 10:48 when he sends the text and pockets his phone again. He spies Luke attempting to pass along the wave but no one bites and he laughs into his can.

One of their photographers and good friend walks over. “You waiting for someone or enjoying your birthday?”

“Both,” Calum returns, still grinning. He can feel his cheeks splitting a little with the slightly tipsy laughter that shakes him. Ashton’s attempts at teaching his dance are going poorly, but the older man refuses to give up.

“Easy there big fella,” Calum bellows when another friend almost goes face-first into the floor. Calum helps him steady. “Dancing is not for you.”

They laugh in return. “Maybe not. No.”

Calum feels the shake in his pocket of his phone. He gives his goodbyes, though most of them don’t hear or don’t really acknowledge his parting. It’s 11:00 pm sharp when he steps outside and reads her text. Outside. He spies her, leaning against the front of her car. And he knows it’s her thanks to the banana colored leather jacket. She’s worn it almost every day it seemed that he’s known her.

It was different for sure and it was starting to show it’s length of wear. But she wore it all the same and didn’t care. He checked the size once, plans brewing to maybe replace it with something similar or get another one. He spied one that was burgundy that he thought she might like. He wasn’t sure, but the cropped jacket had all the chains it could handle and he knew she like the zipper and chains.

When he gets closer, she runs over and wraps her arms around his middle. “Hey,” he whispers, encasing her waist with his arms.

“Hey,” she grins. They remain close, swaying a bit with the hug, for a few minutes. She pulls back first. Her smile is bright in the neon lights of the bar. “It’s a bit of a drive. But I brought snacks!”

Calum nods. “Snacks are good.” They walk to her car, though it’s not that far with his arm around her shoulders and her arm around his waist. “What’s in store for me?”

“Just you wait and see.”

Calum can see Duke when he cracks open the door, curled up in her backseat. “How’d you get into my house?”

“You gave me a spare key you idiot. He’s a sleepy boy, so keep your voice down.” Calum is careful as he picks up Duke before settling into the passenger seat. The windows are cracked and when she finally gets up onto the interstate, Calum lets the breeze whip across his face, one hand gently petting at Duke’s head.

Her radio plays quietly, much better compared to the rattle of the clubs where he couldn’t hear his own voice talking. The moonlight is bright on the clear night and even though the lights are polluting the sky, Calum makes a point to follow the moon as they zoom south on 110. As they pass buildings, Calum notes which windows are bright and which ones are dark. He wonders what’s happening there. If someone is gearing up for a late-night binge or if they are getting ready for the day ahead of them. What does it feel like to have a job where the clock starts dead in the night and ends when the morning sun has skirted around the horizon? The same could be said for his job, for his line of living but it’s different. He gets a break and snaps back to reality here and there.

“Thanks for letting me kidnap you,” she says, as they get stuck behind just a small bit of traffic.

“You told me that wasn’t a warning that kidnappers gave.”

“It is. But I never said I wasn’t a kidnapped. Besides you’re a grown man, is it still kidnapping? What’s the version for adults being snatched up?”

“I’m not The Google,” Calum retorts before pulling out his phone. For a brief moment he wonders if he should actually Google this question. The search history would not look good if something were to happen. But he knows nothing will.

“According to The Google,” Calum starts, “‘A kidnapping does not have to include a child. To kidnap is to take someone illegally by force, whether they be adult or child.’ So, to answer your question, yes, it is.”

“The Google has spoken.”

Putting his phone into the empty cup holder, Calum reaches for the dial on her stereo. “Birthday rights?” he asks before touching the dial.

“You know you’re the only one that control the radio even if I��m driving. I’d murder anyone else.”

“I’d be careful about that kind of stuff. Duke is sensitive about that.”

“It’s not like I said I’d murder you. And if I did, I would steal Duke and run away.”

Calum squawks his laughter, wanting to hit her leg gently but reframing because of her driving. “That’s wrong on so many levels.”

“Duke would be the only one that would know. He’d rat me out. And normally, I’d say kill all the witness but I can’t in this situation.”

Calum just watches her in disbelief. The lights of the highway pass over her skin in patches. “God bless the person that snatches you up,” he murmurs. She looks at him, a bit of a glare and her lower lip rolls out. But then she laughs before turning her attention back to the road. “Where are those snacks?” he asks.

She throws her thumb over her shoulder and Calum twists, to find a reusable bag full of snacks. He grabs the bag of cheez-its on top and pops open the mostly air-filled bag. The cheese dust falls a little and Calum makes sure to lean a little over Duke’s sleeping figure. The first bag goes faster than Calum cares to admit and when he goes back for another bag, she laughs. “How drunk are you?”

“I had a shot and two drinks!” he defends, popping open the second bag too. “So bite me.”

It’s when they find the shore and Calum catches the crashing of the waves that he starts to worry. No beach can be open at 11:53 at night. But as they near and he peers the sign, stating they’re 24 hours, he swallows back down the protest. The whole boardwalk is alive though. He can see the lights reflecting off the water and the line of neon lights. People are walking in and out of the dive bars and pups. “You know we could’ve gone to Santa Monica for the beach?” he returns.

“Oh, c’mon that was a nice drive.”

He nods, taking her hand for a brief moment. They always have nice drives. Just feeling the wind and talking about everything under the sun. His eyes dance across the scenery. Duke’s aroused awake but Calum holds him close. She goes around to the trunk and it’s only the sound of it slamming close that gains his attention. She’s got a basket in one hand and the tote on her shoulder. “I can help.”

She shakes her head before trailing ahead of him. They pause for a moment to work off shoes before delving into the sand. Calum takes a deep breath of the seawater, the way it’s lapping at the shoreline. She places a blanket down not too far into their trek and Calum continues on, pausing to set Duke down for just a moment. Calum works up the legs of his jeans. The movement causes Duke to wake and watch. His paws hit the sand faster than she can catch him and Calum notices the clinking of tags before he hits the water.

“I don’t think she’s prepared for wet dog smell for an hour, bub.”

Calum steps until the water hits his ankles and stops. The water is definitely cold. It makes him clench his jaw a little. But he likes the shock. Takes a bit of the heat off from the alcohol. He’s almost 24, almost inching towards more milestones in his life. He wonders what 24 will bring him--if it’ll be nice in love and bigger in success. Does he even need to worry about success?

How come 24 really doesn’t feel any differently than 23 or 22? Age was catching up, he noticed. His body not breaking down food like before, the random aches in his knees sometimes. Though he blamed too many punk jumps from the early days. Maybe just felt differently when he didn’t feel like he was racing against a clock or someone else’s expectations. His life was going well and that’s all he could really ask for. He still had his health, he could still spoil his mother and his sister like he wanted as a thanks to them. He could even spoil his old man and his friends.

Yeah, his relationship with time had changed. He wasn’t running for anything and didn’t have to anymore. Things would come in due time. All he had to do was just be there for the opportunities when they came knocking.

“Happy birthday!” she cheers. “Officially 12:01, January 25th.”

Calum turns to find her, not too far behind him with a cupcake in hand. “You didn’t tell me there were cupcakes.”

“There are always cupcakes!” She is not a singer. By no stretch would she ever consider the profession, but her voice is lovely as she sings Happy Birthday to Calum, standing in freezing water and the candle flickering in the breeze off the water. He worries that the flame will go out but her hand cups against the air and it remains lit.

Calum’s gentle as he blows out the candle, eyes still closed from his wish. She pulls the candle free and shoves the icing into his nose. Calum huffs, attempting to lick it off. He’s thwarted by his own tongue and trying to keep Duke away from it too. Her giggles echo against the waves. He can’t even be mad. They hike back to the blanket and she hands him a napkin to clean his nose.

He swipes the icing off and dollops it onto her nose. The cupcake is still moist as he takes a bite of it. “I know it’s not a lot. But I know home means a lot to you.”

Calum’s quick to scarf down the rest of the cupcake. The drinks have him still just a hair fuzzy and he’s sure the sugar’s only going to serve him into a headache, but for the moment he can indulge himself into the sweet treat. She holds out the small gray velvet box.

“I’m just glad it’s not a giant basket of stuff like you did for Duke. Transporting that into my house drunk would be a stuff time.”

She snorts. “Which is why I’m sober. I’ll keep that in mind for next year.”

Calum looks at her, fingers still poised around the gray box. Next year. A funny phrase to think about when the hallmark of his physical body has already hit. “We’re gonna be friends so long they’re going to write stories about us.”

Her nod is curt. “Open the fucking present. I can’t wait for you to cry like a baby.”

He balks, eyes widening. “I would never do such a thing.” Her pursed lips and quirked eyebrow state otherwise. “Okay, maybe just a little.”

The box is a little stiff to open and when his eyes land on the gold ring with two silver ferns etched into his, his heart races. His eyes sting a little. “Really?” He hates that she was right but the first teardrops and his lower lip wobbles a little. “For me?”

“I don’t know any other Māori men that would want a silver fern ring, so yeah for you.”

Calum doesn’t even slip it on. He just reaches out and brings her into his chest. “I love it. I love you. Thank you.”

“Love you too, Cal.” There’s just a moment’s silence before she pokes his side. “I told you you’d blubber.”

“Shut up. Let me have this moment. It’s my birthday, asshole.” She giggles into his chest but remains silent on the snarky remarks.

Calum watches the ring catches the light as they return to the highway. The gold is bright and flashes. He hasn’t stopped staring at it and though he hasn’t gotten back into wearing rings too much, he knows from this moment on, he’s going to be wearing this one every day. The ferns disappear just a little when he tilts it away from him but when he brings the flat face back into his view he sees their etchings.

Ashton’s messages are unanswered on the drive back home because Calum can’t bring himself to look at anything other than a ring and the girl sitting next to him. God, he’s lucky to have her in his life. They haven’t known each other that long, in comparison to the decade he’s spent with the guys. But the two years have been full of stupid inside jokes, like adding ‘the’ in front of Google and a constant string of text that consists of ‘you suck but you’re stuck with me. so I still love you’ and pictures of dogs she sees at work.

It’s just past one in the morning when she pulls into Calum’s driveway. He insists on her staying the night since it’s so late and she has to be up early. There’s no real protesting, even as he shoves her into the bathroom to shower. “What about a deal?” she asks, watching him turn the water on.

“No deal. Just stay here. It’s too late for you to be driving.”

“You can drive,” she grins.

“I’ve been drinking so I will be driving nothing. Now, strip and shower. I won’t be hearing any further arguments on the case.”

“We’ve watched too many law shows,” she counters, leaning into the door.

“Or maybe not enough,” Calum counters, kissing her forehead. He turns from the door, pulling at the sleeves of his jacket.

“If I ever did start striping, would you actually come to the club to see me?”

Calum nods, a hum falling over his lips. She’s hidden by the door but her head peaks out over it. “I surely would. Once you got a solo dance, I’d spent a thousand on you in a heartbeat.”

“You flatter me, Hood.”

“What else are friends for?”

The door creaks closed and he’s a little slow to take off his clothes. Soon the shoes, jeans, and shirt fall into a pile onto the floor. He has half a mind to kick them over to his laundry basket but he falls into his bed. She’ll do it and fuss the entire too at him. To his shock, when she returns, she falls into bed next to him.

“I feel bad that I have to work on your birthday,” she admits.

“You’ll be there for the dinner though, right?”

“Of course!”

“Then it’s all good, sweetheart.” She curls up under his sheets, Duke pressed into her chest. “Happy birthday,” she repeats, eyes falling closed.

“You’re the best, ya know?” Calum returns. He’s sure she has succumbed to sleep and he’ll follow her soon into unconsciousness but he toughs it out a moment or two longer after her. “Glad you’re my best friend.”

He watches her chest fall evenly under the sheets. She’s asleep, he concludes when she gives no rebutall, so he clicks off the bedside lamp. “Ashton’s going to be pissed if he hears I took his place.” Her cheeks squished into the pillow makes her voice muffled as she speaks.

Calum’s laughter shakes his chest. He finds one of the smaller pillows from behind his head and throws it blindly in the direction of her side of the bed. “Oof,” she huffs at the impact.

“Tell him and I have to kill you.”

“Okay, secret’s safe with me.” More silence ensues. Calum feels himself sinking into the mattress. It’s not hard thanks to the alcohol making his limbs heavy. “For now.”

“Oh my god, if you do not shut up.”

“What are you going to do? Hit me with another pillow.” Calum gives no verbal rebuttal but finds the last pillow at his disposal and whacking her with it. “Ouch!” she hisses. “I’m not fixing you breakfast tomorrow then. Take that.”

“You mean later this morning.”

Calum gets a pillow to the chest and it partially clips his chin in response. “Hey!”

“Good night, Hood.”

“Good night, sweetheart.” The bed dips and then there’s nothing else. He just sinks, and sinks, and sinks.

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sadwsocc · 4 years

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Insecurities & Flowers [Kozume Kenma x reader]

Warnings: kinda pessimistic reader

Genre: fluff (hopefully)

Word count: 3,042 words

A/n: stop writing at midnight, socc pls. And also in all honestly I do not remember a single thing I wrote here so uh,,,, enjoy

It was Valentine’s Day, the one day you always found annoying and why so one would ask? It was the day where everyone in your friend group —you excluded— would get confessions from guys around school; while you on the other hand, got none. You never really minded it though, love wasn’t something that would come across your mind often, but when the pity glances you get from your friends quadruple on valentines, you were bound to get annoyed.

While you never got any chocolates, you made them, for yourself and your friends. It was somewhat of a ritual for you all, everyone making a batch for each other, added with cute notes about how thankful you all were to have each other, it was sweet and you liked them very much. You even decided that this year, you would one up your little presents. You spent hours after school sitting on your study desk cutting out cards and drawing on them, adding on long notes of gratitude and such until the dead of night.

Giving it all out to your friends, they all smiled and thanked you, even going as far as to hug you while you stand there awkwardly and chuckled it off. After the exchange of gifts, you all in all had gotten a handful of sweets and chocolates and even a few small folded up notes.

You were that one person all somewhat popular friend groups would have, like a supporting role and it sometimes made you feel down about it but the overwhelming love and support they’d give you was surprisingly nice. They’d accepted you for who you were, even if you were the most pessimistic person on earth. You were glad to be blessed with such amazing—and attractive— people.

The bell rang, signalling it was time for class to start so you went back to your seat, keeping all your gifts underneath your desk. Beside you was a dude you somewhat knew, still playing on his PSP. You kind of knew him since the two of you had been classmates since your first year of high school yet you never really spoke to him that much, maybe the occasional “can i borrow your pencil?” and “what homework did we have?”

Kozume Kenma

A guy that you didn’t really understand, even for you, a quiet and somewhat reserved person who’s quite observant—might you add. He had long black hair during your first year but when the next spring came along, he had decided to dye it straight up blond. You didn’t understand why, he didn’t seem the type to do so and it didn’t help the fact that always distracted you, making you keep stealing glances at his very very blond head. He was intriguing somehow. Every morning before class, he would either be playing a game on his PSP or be slumping on his seat taking a short nap or at times a guy with incredible bed hair would come and chat with him, sitting on your seat as he spoke since you would usually be sitting somewhere else (that somewhere else was at the very front of the class where all your friends would group together and sit next to each other sharing seats and chatting up while you stare off blankly, occasionally snapping back to reality and join in on the conversation).

Sitting in your seat, you looked around your class before he teacher came in and boy, were there a lot of confessing happening. Everywhere you look, there would be someone either confessing to someone or someone mentally preparing themselves, everywhere except to your left —your peaceful classmate, playing his game quietly.

Lunch time was one would say,, wild. It was the perfect time for guys and girls alike to confess, reject and accept someone. You had announced to your friends prior that day that you would want to spend lunch alone as you knew that would be swarmed with confession and gifts, they understood of course that you only mean well and so they fully accepted it. While waiting for almost everyone in your class to leave, you saw that Kenma was still next to you sitting there as well. You gave him a friendly wave, asking, “waiting for the crowd to die down?”

With a nod as a reply you chuckled softly in agreement, finally taking out your bento that your mom had packed for you this morning. It was a simple lunch, as always, only today the rice was shaped like a heart, reminding you that it was not only made with love but it was Valentine’s Day.

“Aren’t you going with your friends? They’re leaving over there.” You turned your head to face Kenma and widened your eyes in semi shock from him actually starting a conversation with you. Brushing it off with a light laugh, you shook your head, “Nah, they get busy on days like these... since, yknow they’re like popular and all” you said the last part awkwardly and internally cringed at how you worded it.

“Oh” was all he replied with, not a second later his friend came in and walked towards the two of you. You stared at him for awhile and back to Kenma and stood up, about to take your leave. He stood up the same time as you did when his friend faced him and said, “You know Kenma, today’s-“ he realised that Kenma wasn’t listening when Kenmas turned to you and offered to spend lunch with him and his friend— which he later introduced as Kuroo

Hesitantly, you accepted. All the while you were walking with them to the rooftop, Kuroo was giving Kenma odd looks and constantly elbowing which you brushed off, since you didn’t really bother nor did it affect you in any way shape or form.

Lunch with the two of them was somewhat fun, you found out a bit more about Kenma and Kuroo from Kuroo (like Kuroo and Kuroo only, Kenma was busy playing with his game (or distracting himself haha)) Turns out, Kenma was in the volleyball club and to your surprise, team. You were shocked to find that out as you really really really didn’t take him as someone who’d let alone run a mile.

You and Kuroo’s conversation somehow led to Valentine’s Day and he even openly confessed that he had a crush on one of your friends, Megumi. He told you that he was planning on giving her chocolates after school and somewhere along the lines did it hit you. Eyes widen as realisation it, “oH wait are you the captain of the volleyball club?” You asked, with a confused nod from Kuroo you continued, “OH MY G O D,, WAIT IS THIS WHY MEGUMI ALWAYS WANTED TO DRAG US ALONG TO OUR SCHOOLS VOLLEYBALL MATCHES? SHE LITERALLY ONCED SAID SHE WOULD GO ONLY TO SEE THE CAPTAIN OF THE TEAM WHEN I ASKED HER!!”

That earned a dry choke and chuckle from Kenma beside him and a furiously blushing Kuroo. You held out your hands and held his with stars in your eyes as you announced how glad you are that Megumis crush not only liked her back but is also not as creepy as you thought he would be.

“You thought i was creepy?” Kuroo asked, confused.

You opened your mouth, only for Kenma to answer before you, “with that hair of yours, who wouldn’t?”. You chuckled at that.

The bell rang, signalling lunch was over as you stood up and waved off to Kuroo wishing him luck on the confession after school. He thanked you and turned to Kenma, “So, shes the girl you liked huh?”

Going back to class, you went over to the front of the class where all your friends were cooped up in. Inserting yourself, you saw the pile of cards and chocolates on Megumis desk (they all put it on her desk for convenience), you stared in awe with the amount of things there were and faced each and every one of them, congratulating them about the fact that they’d manage to steal the hearts of many many school boys. Everyone chuckled at you light hearted jokes, even offering you some of the chocolates —which you gladly accepted.

“So are y’all planing to accept any of them or-?”

Most of their answers were that they were going to consider whereas Megumi just frowned and shook her head. This earned the attention of not only you but also the others as each and everyone of you bombarded her with the same question “why?”

“You guys know I like,,, him,,, yknow?” Everyone nodded as Megumi sighed.

The teacher then came in and class continued on. Yet somehow you couldn’t focus during class, you were fine before lunch but all of a sudden, you just couldn’t focus on the damn subject, at first you thought that maybe you were tired but even after a few slaps on your cheeks, you were still out of it. Maybe it was the thought that everyone had gotten some type of confession except for you, but no, it couldn’t be, it never mattered to you all these years so why now out of the blue?

Awhile passed and you found yourself staring at the pudding head next to you. When you realised what you were doing, you tried to shift your focus back on the teacher in front. But even still, you would find yourself unconsciously turning to Kenma and just staring at him. Oh god, you hoped you didn’t freak him out.

Kenma felt holes burning on his side and he knew it was you, he didn’t know why though. Did you hate him after today? He hoped not. Finally, he turned to you and caught you quickly shifting your focus back on the black board in front, what he was a truly a surprise to him. We’re you,,,,, blushing? Surely not,,,, right?

You were.

Oh god, he caught you staring, would he think you were a creep? God! YOU COULDNT BELIEVE YOURSELF. WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD SOMEONE JUST STARE AT SOMEONE ELSE LIKE THAT? He must’ve hated you for that, I mean who wouldn’t?!

Your palm went up to your cheeks and you felt the warmth on them, they were warmer than they should be,, were you sick? You hoped you were sick, other wise why would you even be mindlessly staring at your classmate and going red when they caught you staring? You truly wanted to believe you were just sick but deep down you knew it was the simple case of developing feelings.

The way he’d act in class and the little smiles he gave whenever he’d talk to Kuroo plagued your mind. What were they talking about? Why was his very being suddenly all you could think about? You realised that maybe you always had these feelings but just that you were too thick to realise. You were right.

School finally ended and you were glad you could escape from your thoughts for once, meeting up with Megumi as the others in your friend group had to catch he train home while Megumi and you walked home.

Whilst waiting for Megumi to pack up her stuff, you saw Kuroo at the front of your class. Megumi froze when she saw him, you could visibly see the blush forming on her as you waved at Kuroo. Megumi turned her back towards him and whisper-shouted to you, “you know him?!”

You nodded to her as Kuroo flashed a smile at you. His focus went back on Kenma, who by time had finished packing and was walking toward the exit. When Kenma was finally next to Kuroo, he faced his attention to you and waved goodbye to you. It was then your turn to blush —wHY WERE YOU BLUSHING? NEVER IN YOUR LIFE HAD YOU THOUGHT THIS CLICHE WOULD HAPPEN TO YOU. You waved back at him and said your farewells, except for the fact that they didn’t seem to be moving— more accurately, Kuroo wasn’t moving so Kenma awkwardly waited beside him like an NPC.

Kuroo finally spoke out in an uncertain tone “uh,, I’d like to speak to Megumi,”

“Y-yes!” Your friend turned around only to see Kuroo with his hand stretched out, holding a Valentine’s confession card and a stalk of rose.

Megumi instantly understood what it was and started blushing furiously, so furious that it made your blush look like it was nothing. Kuroo on the other hand felt embarrassed and was hiding behind his unruly bedhead. There were no words exchanged yet everyone (the four of you) knew that Kuroo’s confession had been accepted. You couldn’t help but feel glad for your friends.

And that was how Megumi and Kuroo both ended up with their crush. And that day the four of you walked back home together, with the two newly lovebirds walking next to each other —so close that their knuckles kept brushing— like those cheesy scenes in a slice of life anime you’d watch at 2 in the morning; all the while you and Kenma silently third wheeled them.

Your house was the one nearest to school, so you were the first to part from them. You said your goodbyes and went inside. Closing the door behind you, you frowned, pessimistic thoughts suddenly devoured you like somehow the whole interaction between Megumi and Kuroo made you think how truly lonely you were and the realisation that you might have a crush on Kenma was like salt to the wounds.

You were so utterly confused with these emotions and the only way you knew how to cope with was to push them aside, trying not to let these odd and somewhat insecure thoughts at you up anymore than they should.

Going to bed that night felt odd, you couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning. You weren’t even sure why you couldn’t sleep at that point, between overthinking about your friendship with your friends and then to whatever there was of you love life, to your somewhat friendship with Kenma, then to your crush —if you could even call it a crush— on him. Needless to say you were much more sleep deprived the next day to school than you were normally.

Kenma on the other hand, didn’t really sleep either, normally he would be up trying to beat a boss to a pass a level in his game but that night he was up thinking about nothing but you. He remembered something that Kuroo said earlier about how he figured out who his crush was and thought about how he lost the chance to confess to you on Valentine’s. He sighed and sat up from his bed, staring at the small bouquet of flowers Kuroo had bought for Kenma to confess to you when they passed a florist a few days prior and then to the card next to it, one that simply had the words “I like you. -Kenma” on it.

He didn’t know if you liked him back or not but seeing you somewhat gloomy after school made him want to cheer you up somehow. And that somehow was to confess to you, Megumi did mention something about how she realised that you might have a crush on him after you went home first. Kenma blushed at that asking how she was so sure about that and Megumis reply was “I’ve known her longer than anyone and I’d know some things even she might’ve not found out about herself yet.”

So basing off a hunch from one of your best friends, Kenma decided that maybe he would confess to you the next day.

——

They day after Valentines was the day we’re youd see a lot of newly blossomed love and to say you weren’t a bit envious was an utter lie. Walking in class, you decided you take a short nap before class started, ignoring your friend group as you walked it. It was something you’d do sometimes, they could see the exhaustion from your posture thus leaving you alone and you were so thankful to have such understanding people around you.

You were woken up by a light tap on the back by Kenma and you instantly jolted up, whatever exhaustion you had was gone. Why was he waking you up? What did you do?

Midway into panicking you saw him fumble around his bag and took out a card. You stared up at him with your eyebrows scrunched, then accepting the card from his hands. Freshly woken up you —even on high alert— didn’t realise that after you had accepted the card, he went back to his bag and awkwardly took out a small bouquet of flowers. You stared at the card and read the contents. Finally processing it in you system, you started to get red and looked up from the card and was greeted by an also red Kenma holding out flowers.

You were so glad that no ones attention was towards the two of you and that the teacher still hasn’t came in class. You accepted the flowers too and finally spoke out, “ Kenma, I- I’m”

You were so happy and yet quite surprised you stared fumbling out your words, “I- you.. YES. I mean,, Kenma, I like you too and-“ you realised words couldn’t explain how you were feeling so you put down the flowers and card on your desk and stood up, inching closer to him and held up with hands, you felt like you were going to cry out with joy —and you did. Kenma instantly understood your reply and never in his life had he felt so relieved and happy, a small smile tugging at the side of his lips as he looked at you and your blushing, even sobbing, mess.

You let go of his hands and went to wipe the tears on your cheeks with your sleeve as he went back down to sit on his chair beside you.Your awkward tears had finally been wiped away just in time for class to start.

After school, you, Kenma, Megumi and Kuroo decides to walk home together again. Only this time, no one was third wheeling anyone.

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summerbreezeyy · 4 years

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Love, Huh? - Chapter 2

"You done?" Sehun said knocking on the bathroom door.

For the last 2 weeks you've been in this hospital, woke up after almost 3 days since you passed out. Sehun cried -which something you haven't seen in a long time and made you cry too realizing how much you actually hurt him by being hurt- when you opened your eyes. And since then you have never been alone even though the boys were currently preparing for their new album. Some days it would be Kyungsoo who would make sure not even a piece of rice was left on your plates and also would sneak in some snacks for you to eat, the rest of the days would be Chanyeol who would show you funny videos or make you listen to songs they've made but yet released. And then Sehun, who would with one of the guys and never came alone. He would only sit silently on the sofa, looking at you somehow with worried, angry, and guilty looks at the same time while his friends would talk with you. He would only say something when talked to. Truth was, he felt guilty for not sensing anything wrong. He was also very mad at himself for not being able to protect you, something he always promised you since you became friends.

They would work on their album in your hospital room while telling you to eat, rest, and sleep. When the day you finally could go home, well to the guys' apartment since you don't really have other place to stay at -and they were very adamant they wouldn’t have it any other way-, Sehun picked you up alone, Kyungsoo and Chanyeol had to record their parts he informed.

You looked at the mirror to see fading marks on your neck, arms, and face. The stitches were also fading, you almost looked normal. Maybe your body was becoming normal, but you haven’t dare to explore your emotions of what happened 2 weeks ago. You could only hope time would help you heal your heart. The guys surprisingly didn’t bombard you with questions right as you woke up. You knew you owe them some explanations and that their heads were full of questions.

You straightened your clothes -well Kyungsoo’s since all of yours were still at your place and his fits the best since the other two are basically giants- and again looked at the mirror. Somehow, looking at your almost healed wounds made your heart wrenched. You questioned yourself, how could you let him do what he did to you? Better one, why would you do things that pushed him to do what he did?

“Hey, you okay in there?” Sehun’s voice outside grew worried when you didn’t respond.

When you opened the door and saw his face, you couldn’t hold yourself to throw yourself into his arms. You hugged him tight putting your ear on heart to hear the sound of it beating, something you realized was something very calming and pleasant. He was stunned at first, before embracing your body, sharing his body and heart’s warmth.

Both of you stayed still in this position with him stroking your hair giving you more comfort before he pulled back and held your face in his palms with you still hugging his waist, needing his presence more than ever before. “You okay?” he said softly, looking deep into you.

You nodded before continuing “I just ... Thank you. For everything.”

“Anything for you, shorty” he smiled kissing the top of your head.

“Hey I was taller than you in middle school. Not my fault you grew up to be a pole.”

After some convincing and promises you would leave if he was home and Sehun muttering something like “I hope he’s home so I could show him what broken ribs feel like”, he drove you to your shared apartment with your boyfriend -well ex to be exact- to get your essential items, like your IDs, passport, etc.

Judging by the police line that was still sealed at your door, it did’t look like someone has returned to this house. After getting rid of the tape, you punched in your code with shaking hands, can’t help but to have flashbacks about the nights of your pain. Sehun noticed this and held your other hand in his. And when the door finally opened he took the first step and entered with you behind him. When his eyes spotted the broken glass and trace of dried blood his jaw clenched and his grip tightened.

Concluding no one was really home with the lack of sound and light, he asked where’s your bedroom and lead you both there.

“Um.. Sehun, you probably need to let go of my hand for me so I can work faster.”

He reluctantly did and you took the bag you didn’t finish pack that night. You put in your wallets, laptop, notes, clothes and some stuff you just wanted to bring along. Like hell you were gonna leave your SK-II essence or Anastasia Beverly Hills palette. “You forced me to drive you here just for your skincare and makeup?” Sehun teased with his arms crossed leaning his form to the doorframe.

“These are very expensive alright. Why don’t you make yourself useful and help me find my phone. It should be in the living room somewhere,” you replied while grabbing your huge ass suitcase to fit in more stuff.

“Just buy a new one.”

“All of my contacts are there. And also tons of pictures I’m not willing to let go of.”

He rolled his eyes and started to move towards the living room. “Like what? Nudes?”

“I think we both know who likes to take racy pictures out of the two of us.”

“Hey that wasn’t meant for you alright.”

Sehun came back after a few minutes, “Your screen’s broken.”

“Ah dang. Are you busy today? Could we like stop by the mall to fix it or get a new one or something?” You asked looking up while crouching next to the bed, trying to reach whatever was under the bed.

“Free as a bird. You need help?”

“Nope. I.... got it,” you said pulling out a black box.

“Let me guess, your sex toys.”

“Oh honey, if I were into sex toys I wouldn’t just have one box, I’d make a room dedicated to them, Fifty Shades style.”

He snickered and got to his knee, watching you opening up the box. When you did though, he was shocked to see that it was completely filled with money. “Never heard of the bank missy?”

You shrugged, “Just feel safer to have cash than cards.” You put the box in your luggage. Deciding you’ve taken everything you bought with your own money and leaving all he gave you, you closed it.

“All done?” Sehun grabbed your luggage and your other bag.

“Yes.” And with that you got up. You were almost out of the door before you remembered something, “Wait!” Sehun looked behind only to see you taking some shoes with you. You grinned at him, showing him a worn out pair of shoes “This is the shoes you bought me with your first paycheck!”

He broke into a huge smile before turning on his heels, telling you to come out fast. Before you close the door to your past, you looked once into what caused you pain and happiness for the last year.

“Have you called the guys about we’re eating out?” you asked Sehun as you finished ordering your food. He nodded at your question. “By the way, this is very private. Is this where celebrities go on dates?”

“Well the owner is also an idol, so he knows how hard it is for us to even just hangout with friends, let alone dating. Well for those who don’t want scandals yes, this is the safest place with private rooms and all.” You nodded at his explanation.

Both of you stayed quiet after that. Sehun looked like he wanted to ask you about everything but always stopped himself before he did. When you finished your food, you took a deep breath and called his name, making him look away from his leftover food he was playing with and looked into your eyes.

“Ask.” you commanded.

Sehun paused before asking “When did you quit Junmyeon hyung’s company?” Okay he’s starting light

“Almost a year ago I think.”

“Why? Was it.. him?” Sehun whispered the last word, clearly trying to avoid the sensitive topic.

“He did ask me to quit. But that wasn’t the main reason.”

“And what was it? I thought working at his company was your dream?”

“Well yes. Kinda irrelevant, but before we move on, the company is not his, it’s Mr. Kim Minseok’s.”

“But they’re brothers, the company is their family’s.”

“Yeah but technically Mr. Kim’s the one who ran the whole company, and on the other hand Mr. Kim deals with the magazine, not their....” you stopped talking as you caught Sehun’s unfazed face, clearly not caring about which Kim brothers was the owner. You sighed and continued, “I just felt uncomfortable with both of them that’s all.”

“What? What did they do?”

“Good things. Too good things. They would bring me food, offer me to lunch and dinner, giving souvenirs whenever they’re back from trips, giving me rides home, and all.”

Sehun’s brow furrowed deeper. “And what’s wrong with that?”

“What would you feel if you CEO sent you a flower bouquet and medicines because you were sick the day before or your supervisor’s boss chatting up to you at lunch like your best friends?”

“Happy?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Normal people would feel uncomfortable. Cause other employees would talk, okay.”

“Did they? Talk? About you?”

“Oh yes they did.”

“Like what?”

“Like how I slept with both of them to get my job, which we both know isn’t true since you force-introduced me to them 2 months after I got hired. And it’s not like they weren’t professional on working time tho. I get scolded when my job wasn’t satisfactory, but gossip’s definitely more fun than fact so, I decided to quit and to start writing again. And it’s not like I needed more money. As you saw earlier I got enough and my boy.. ex-boyfriend is very rich like I told you.”

“Right, your ex.”

“Ask away, blondie.”

“Was it.. the first time?” he asked carefully.

“No.” You saw him blinked and clenched his jaw.

“Did he do it.... often?”

“No,” you contemplated on how to tell him, and the only way for it to make sense is to tell from the beginning. “Okay, this is gonna be long. Questions after I’m done kay?”

“Okay.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before starting your story. “Okay, so did you realized after the initial meeting between you, me, him, Chan and Soo oppa we don’t meet that often?” He nodded “And even when we did meet I asked you not to bring your bandmates cause I ‘wanted to spend more time with you’?” Again he nodded. “And did you notice how he got very touchy and would always keep his hands on me when we hung out?” At this he just looked at you confused. “Guess why.”

You let him think and analyze the whole thing. It took him a couple of second before he got it. “He was jealous.”

This time you nodded. “When we got home after the first meeting, he was saying things like how all three of you have crushes on me and like me more than just friends, and how we’re too close as friends and stuff. So I argued back and we had a big fight that night which ended up giving me a broken rib and nose. I was ready to leave him. But he begged and apologized. And me being the stupid girl that I am, stayed. His jealousy didn’t get better tho, but he never hit me like that again. But in turn, when he got jealous he would be.. um.. really rough in bed. Like choking, spanking, and not the good kind. If he’s jealous I won’t be able to walk the next day because of the pain and forming bruises. And he got jealous of everything. Our calls, facetime, me talking about any of you, or even just admiring celebrities. But I thought, at least he didn’t hurt me outside of bed you know.”

You looked at Sehun’s red ears and his clenched fists on the table. You reached over and took his left one in your right, squeezing it lightly as if saying ‘But I’m okay now, don’t worry’

"He kinda tolerated you, since he knows how much you mean to me, and also because I told him you're gay, which he didn't believe somehow. So he just forced himself not to be jealous when we hang out or talk. But for Chanyeol and Kyungsoo oppa, honestly I did avoid them. I think I was afraid of what he would do to me if I didn’t. But then the night before it happened, we ran into each other. And I’m pretty sure you all noticed how he got very protective of me since you jokingly said ‘chill dude, we’re not gonna take her’ which, he didn’t find funny by the way, he thought you were mocking him. When we were home, again we fought. And when he got angrier I threatened him I'd leave if he ever laid his hands on me again. So he left. At first I thought I was safe, we were okay. But then the club owner called and informed me that my ex spent the night at the club and was drinking a lot. The owner is a friend, so he called just to make sure everything’s okay. But when he told me my ex has been drinking more than he should, I had a feeling it would go bad. And that’s why I called you. But before you could pick up, he came home. We fought again, but I kept my space. I warned him again and again and again about leaving him. And he seemed to calm down, before my phone rings, and he saw the caller and he snapped.” You stopped, knowing it’s gonna be the hardest part to tell.

Sehun’s eyes doubled in size. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks. It was him who called.

You took both his hands, “And it’s not your fault. Never yours. Don’t you dare blaming yourself okay.”

His lips trembled, but he told himself he had to be strong for you. No matter how terrible this was for him, you still had it the hardest. So he let go of your hands and moved beside you. He looked to your eyes deeply and ask, “Were you scared?”

“Very.” And with that he took you in his arms.

You didn’t realize it, but you found yourself crying and sobbing on his chest. Finally you crumbled down. You felt broken and worthless. Maybe you did deserve all the hitting. Maybe you weren’t good enough for him or anybody.

You cried for few minutes before calming down. You pulled away and he wiped your tears. “You also can’t blame yourself for what happened. This is all him. You are amazing, beautiful, and deserve someone who treats you like the queen you are,” he stated, knowing fully well you were putting yourself down. “Don’t discredit yourself. You’re perfect just like how you are.”

Then he hugged you again, you let yourself be embraced into his grasp, letting him mend your broken heart.

#do kyungsoo #oh sehun #exo x reader #park chanyeol

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spideyyverse · 7 years

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Soulmate {StenBrough}

Quick Side Notes: I AM SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK THREE WEEKS TO WRITE I REALLY TRIED MY BEST TO WRITE BUT I DIDN’T HAVE TIME I REALLY HOPE THIS MAKES IT UP TO YOU

Also I have other concepts for a soulmate au! Let me know what you guys’ think? :)

Requested: @thesniffler

Ships: Reddie, Stenbrough, Benverly,

Warnings: Swearing, my awful writing

Requests: OPEN

It happens at the most inconvenient, but oddly, the most convent times. It doesn’t matter if you just met your soulmate or have known them since you were in diapers, when the time is perfect, your skin is engraved with two symbols; One to represent you, the other to represent your soulmate.

“Happy birthday big Bill!” A rather obnoxious but familiar voice boomed through my room causing me to wake up. Not too long after the loud voice screamed in my ear, I was bombarded with silly string, air horns, and a weight sat on top of me.

“Beep fucking beep Richard” I muttered trying to close my eyes to continue sleeping.

“I think the fuck not Billiam, get your ass up kind fellow! I do believe lady Marsh has gathered our fellow mates for a lovely all day celebration!” Richie threw on his oh-so famous British accent and dragged me out of the comfort of my own bed and onto the floor.

I sighed as Richie ran off to the kitchen to where my younger brother Georgie was most likely at. Having the trashmouth live with me was both a blessing and a curse.

Blessing, because it meant he was free from the disgrace he used to call parents; curse, because it meant I had deal with that every day. I can’t complain, he’s my best friend, I would take a bullet for the fucker if it meant I got to keep him around.

Forty five minutes later, the lanky curly haired boy was shoving me out the door and down the street to the usual meet up spot - a café on the corner of 3rd and main street. As he eagerly dragged me down to the café, I saw his tattoo peaking out of the corner of his sleeve, a flower and a guitar. The flower representing Eddie Kaspbrak himself. The guitar representing the trashmouth.

It was funny actually when we all discovered that the flower represented the hypochondriac, all the losers - including myself - all knew that Eddie and Richie were meant to be since the day they met. I had an ongoing bet with Mike that Eddie’s symbol would be an inhaler, his money was on something aesthetically pleasing the day Eddie switched his fanny packs for flower crowns. So, the day Eddie Kaspbrak turned up to the quarry with two tattoos, Richie Tozier almost threw himself into the water after finding out he had matching soulmate tattoos with the boy he’s been in love with since the second grade. Sad to say, the rest of the losers club were either robbed of twenty dollars or gained twenty dollars. Who knew that the others had secret gambling deals. Stan being the mastermind that he is, managed to make a deal with my younger brother

Needless to say, I was forty dollars broke and Mike Hanlon and Stanley Uris were both twenty dollars richer. (Georgie almost didn’t see the light of day after he asked me for twenty dollars).

The guitar represented Richie in more ways than a few. For the loud mouth that he is, he actually can sing. The boy is extremely talented, it was only a few months ago that we discovered that he’s been playing the guitar and singing since he was six. As someone who has known the kid since I was four years old, I always distinctively knew that music was his escape from reality. He and I know each other probably better than anyone else in the group. Despite starting the losers club as the “core four” and somehow along the way Ben, Beverly, and Mike managed to wedge their way in, Richie and I always managed to have a special bond.

“Land ho! I do believe I see our good friends awaiting our arrival good sir!” Richie stopped in front of the cafe’s big window and pointed to our friends sitting at our usual table. Bev noticed us right away and waved excitedly. I smiled back and entered the café.

“Happy birthday Bill!” All the losers simultaneously cheered. The other usuals at the café continued the happy birthdays and the waiters and waitresses brought out an ice cream cake singing their own version of the birthday song. I was smiling so much I was beginning to feel my cheeks hurt. I said my thank yous and blew out the one and eight neatly placed in the center of the cake.

“I can't believe our leader is officially eighteen! I remember when we threw him into the quarry for his fourteenth birthday!” Ben fake cried.

“He’s eighteen not eighty one dumbass” Stan rolled eyes but still let the smile spread across his face.

“Welcome to the eighteen club” Mike patted my back. He had just turn eighteen a few months prior along with Stan and Richie.

“Haystack has a point actually” Richie chimed in, “I mean, that’s shit is crazier than the times I’ve fucked Eddie’s mom-”

“Beep beep Richie” We all groaned, he gave us a sheepish smile but continued, “I mean we’re all going to college soon, as in next week soon, thank God we’re all near each other though, honestly full offense but I’d be in jail if you guys weren’t my friends.” Richie shook his head while Eddie took his hand and placed it into his. “We know love.” Eddie sighed causing Richie to blush at the nickname.

Of course he wouldn’t admit to it though.

“Look on the Brightside Tozier. half of us will be at USC while the other half” Mike jokingly narrowed his eyes at Eddie, Stan, and Ben, “At UCLA. I don’t care how long we’ve been friends, I can’t believe I’m going to be friends with the enemy.” He shuddered causing everyone to laugh.

“Who knows Hanlon, maybe your soulmate goes to UCLA. Maybe your egotistical ass will shut the fuck up.” Stan rose an eyebrow and smirked. I scoffed and smiled at Stan.

Something about Stan always left a funny feeling in my tummy. Sure, at one point I thought Bev was my soulmate. It really was just a silly middle school crush. Besides, the small ball and needle tattoo placed on her shoulder that represented her love for fashion and Ben’s small open book tattoo perfectly placed on his ribcage that represented his love for poetry were oddly perfect for each other.

Nonetheless, it was something about the way his hair was perfectly but messily curly, or the way he always had to grab my hand and pull my hand towards a bird he saw. Whether he means it in a friendly way or more than friendly way, it always left a special feeling in my heart whenever he touched my hand. Every time our fingers do the slightest brush against each other, I always check my body, impatiently waiting for the tattoo appear. Hell, even Georgie has a tattoo. a small paper boat aligning itself with a paper airplane on the side of his right hand where his thumb is at- He’s eleven for fucks sake. Nothing ever shows up.

“I think it’s time to open presents!” Bev cheered taking me out of my thoughts.

“Me first!” Richie screeched pushing Ben out of the way.

“Richie say s-sorry to Ben!” I laughed trying to maintain a motherly tone. It something I did whenever the group referred to me as the ‘leader’ of the losers club- they did refer to me as the leader not too long ago after all. My stutter on the other hand has gotten significantly better throughout the years despite my troubles with a couple of words.

“Sorry Ben-” Richie began

“It’s okay Rich”

“For kissing your mo-”

“Richie!” Bev and Eddie shouted.

“You're right. Eds is the only person who gets to taste these delicious lips!” The now contact wearing boy made kissy lips to the slightly shorter boy.

“Unfortunately.”

“Hey!”

“Guys! I wanna see what Bill got!” Stan shouted over the two arguing boys. Stan gave me a soft smile making tummy feel fuzzy and my heart pound just a little faster. I felt a weird feeling in my arm but ignored it as I opened Richie’s gift.

A small photobook. Polaroids from when we were four till now.

“Don’t read the card yet yeah? I want that to be personal.” He shrugged and smiled. I returned the smile, both of us clearly holding back tears. I hugged him for a little longer than usual but I couldn’t help but feel eyes burning in the back of my head. More specifically, eyes coming from Stan’s direction. I pulled back from Richie and looked at Stan who immediately changed his face from jealously to happy.

He couldn’t be jealous, could he?

Slowly one by one I opened each of the losers presents. Bev got me art supplies, Mike got me a new baseball hat and mitt, Ben got me a journal of prompts and a sketchbook, and Eddie got me tickets--well technically all of us tickets but he claimed I can choose whoever I wanted to take as if I knew another six people in California-- to go to my first Dodger game. It didn’t take me long to figure out that only one person didn’t gift me anything. I didn’t expect presents but it was odd to not receive anything from all the losers.

We all looked at Stan who had a shy smile on his face, “Um, I figured it would be best to give you your present at a specific place.” Placing emphasis on the specific.

“Woah Stan the man! Making moves on Big Bill? You gotta talk to me first!” Richie began putting on some sort of deep accent.

“Not like that.” He muttered twiddling at his fingers.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and smiled at him, “Let’s go then!” He returned the smile and motioned for everybody to follow him. We all followed him down a familiar path, a path we all know too well. It was the trail to the quarry.

“Stan?” I questioned but abruptly stopped in my tracks when I saw the quarry decorated with lights, a campfire, a small table filled with junk food, but my attention was caught on my famous bike, Silver.

“Silver! How’d you find it? I thought it was for sure gone after-”

“After Bowers threw it into the barrens and we couldn’t find it because of the rain and sewers. Yeah, I know. I managed to find it in some junkyard. I got it before some dude in a shit stained hat got it.” He shrugged but was clearly trying to hide his unnecessary embarrassment. He continued, “I figured that you’re gonna need to get to your classes somehow and you guys are only gonna have one car for a while. So I just-”

“Thank you.” I could have kissed him, risked everything and kissed him. Instead, I hugged him. The feeling once again coming back. Another weird sensation in my arm but ignored it when a voice shouted behind us, “Happy Birthday Billy!-Oh am I late?” Georgie blew a party popper but stopped when he saw all the losers. We all laughed and for one final time before Mike, Richie, Bev, and I set out for California before the other losers tomorrow, we all jumped into the quarry. We played chicken fights, marco polo, becoming the kids we once were. Stan and I always partnered up. Making eye contact and smiling at each other.

The night was slowly coming to an end, each loser slowly leaving one by one. Giving one final goodbye and some tears. Georgie crying each time a loser said goodbye, it was honestly heartbreaking. The tears clearly wore him out when he slowly fell asleep with his head on my lap, “I’ll take him home? We’ll meet you back there.” Richie softly suggested. I nodded as he scooped Georgie in his arms and walked away with Eddie.

This only left me and Stan.

We stood in comfortable silence. It wasn’t broken until an owl was heard somewhere, I peaked over at Stan who was excitedly trying to find the bird and grabbing my hand. I laughed and helped him find the bird. We didn’t give up until we reached another familiar spot, the old losers clubhouse.

“We haven’t been here since-”

“Since we were fourteen.” Stan laughed softly.

“Wanna go inside?” I suggested.

Stan was already making his way in but being careful with the old wood. He shooed away any bugs he saw as I turned on the flashlight on my phone. Looking around, I found an old vinyl we used to use back when we were younger, “Think it still works?” I turned over to Stan after I dusted it off.

“Isn’t it battery operated? I think there’s some batteries back in Georgie’s walkie talkie at the quarry?”

“Let’s go!”

“With what vinyl? Dumbass.” Stan raised an eyebrow and laughed.

I looked around and conveniently enough, The Smiths 1981 record, Louder Than Bombs, was perched on an old shelf. I grabbed it along with the vinyl player and Stan’s hand, making my way back to the quarry. The way our fingers laced together, intertwining perfectly like a puzzle, it just seemed right. After what felt like a lifetime, we managed to make it back to our destination and fix the vinyl. I got it to work on the first try instantly placing the stick onto the vinyl.

Good times for a change / See, the luck I’ve had

“Mr. Stanley Uris, I do believe I should have this dance” I tried my best to impersonate a British accent, restarting the song because the song was too short. I wanted to hold him for as long as I can. Stan only smiled and pulled me under the fairy lights he set up.

So please please please / let me, let me, let me / let me get what I want

“Bill?”

“Yeah?”

“I-”

We were interrupted by the owl we heard only a while ago. I noticed Stan grin become wide when he motioned over behind me. I whipped around, the owl perched on a branch. I only shook my head and stared at Stan.

“Can I see your arm?” I asked.

“Excuse me?” He laughed.

Haven’t had a dream in a long time / See, the life I had / Can make a good man bad

I picked up his arm without questioned and rolled up the sleeve. an owl tattoo placed on the side of where his fore arm was slightly under where the elbow area was. It was neatly placed next to tattoo of ink and quill. I picked up my sleeve and held out my arm towards him.

The same owl and the same ink and quill placed on the exact same spot on my arm.

So for once in my life / Let me get what I want / Lord knows, it would be the first time

He only pulled my hand back towards the spot where we were dancing. Our foreheads touched each other. Hands wrapped around each others waist. The owl still hoo’d, the vinyl record occasionally scratched due to its old age, but a pair of soft lips met mine. I felt myself kissing back.

“You leave for California tomorrow.” He whispered.

“You leave on Tuesday.”

“But we’re both road tripping. You get there Tuesday, I get there Thursday.”

“See you Thursday?”

“See you Thursday.”

We held onto each other just a little closer.

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Mother’s Day.

pairing: jackson wang x reader genre: domestic!au, fluff word count: 500+ drabble prompt: “I’m your husband. It’s my job.” + “Me and the boys will handle it.” + “They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”

“Mom! Mom! Happy Mother’s Day!!!” my two three year old twin boys yelled together as they came screeching into the bedroom. They catapulted themselves onto the bed, landing on either side of me and snuggling in. I greeted them both with kisses to the crowns of their dark haired heads, hugging them to my chest.

“Thank you, boys.” I attacked their faces with kisses, making them giggle and squeal with delight. My husband, Jackson appeared in the doorway with breakfast on a tray and a big grin on his bare face.

“Alright boys, go downstairs and finish your breakfast.” he directed them gently, his voice stern but soft at the same time.

The love he had for those boys was hard to fathom sometimes. He was immensely patient, kind, understanding and yet firm with them when they needed it. Me getting pregnant was an accident entirely and I thought for sure Jackson wouldn’t want to do it. But, like always, he proved me very wrong and has been the best father to them that he could ever be. Always improving himself whenever he could, always attentive and loving to all three of us.

“You didn’t have to do all of this, Jackson.” I reminded him as he set my breakfast down on my lap. He leaned down and kissed my forehead with his velvety lips.

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.” he pointed out with a chuckle.

“Well, at least let me take care of the dishes when I’m done.” I offered as I took a bite of the french toast he had made.

“Me and the boys will handle it. It’s your day, baby. Eat and go back to sleep.” he directed as he got up to exit the room, leaving me smiling after him. I finished my breakfast, set the tray aside and swiftly went back to sleep like he had said.

I was awoken a few hours later to all three of them standing at the foot of the bed, handmade cards in hand, flowers and a stuffed bear. Tears welled up in my dark eyes, quickly escaping and rolling down my cheeks. The boys both brought their gifts over, each giving me a hug and a kiss.

“They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?” Jackson asked with a grin, coming over and placing his hand on each of their heads. I looked at their beautiful little handmade cards, my heart swelling with pride and joy.

“Yes, it is. Thank you, boys. I don’t know how I got so incredibly lucky with the three of you. I love you.” I answered, trying to wipe the tears from my eyes and I set their gifts aside and opened my arms to them. They all bombarded me, laughing and shouting as they fought for my love and affection, Jackson egging them on.

I watched them wrestle with each other, little giggles filling our bedroom and making me realize how happy I truly was to have the three of them in my life. Jackson picked both boys up and tossed them from the bed, making them go into fits of laughter once again. He directed them to go play and shut the door behind them, turning to me with a mischievous smirk when they did.

“Now it’s time for my Mother’s Day present to you.” I laughed loudly as he tackled me down onto the bed, arms around his neck as he kissed me.

Let’s just say, it was hands down, the best Mother’s Day present I’d ever gotten.

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crankpendletonplays-blog · 7 years

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You Deserve Better-Ethan Nestor

Pairing: Ethan Nestor x Reader Description: Reader’s boyfriend is abusive and Ethan’s thinking he’s ready to get shit stomped Requested: 38, 81, and 84 for Ethan? I love your writing btw Send me numbers and I’ll write imagines with THIS dialogue list! Warnings: Domestic abuse, domestic abuse mentions, angst

As alsways, the fic for Ethan will be under the cut, and the warnings are above. If you feel this piece will be harmful to your health or triggering in any way, please skip it, and if you’re Ethan, skIP THIS THANKS K BYE LOVE U

My whole life I believed that good guys didn’t exist. As a child, I watched my mom be mentally and physically abused, or cheated on by dozens of different guys. My real father left when I was little, and I only had less than a handful of male friends before I started youtube. Because of how my mother was treated as a child in to adulthood, she didn’t know how to treat me any better, so not only did I believe good guys didn’t exist, I believed that I didn’t deserve one if they did.

I met Nate after I started youtube at a party I went to the night before pax. Ethan and G had invited me, and it was my first time meeting a bunch of other youtubers. Nate had come with another youtuber he knew. He was tall, covered in tattoos, and a cigarette rested between his fingers while he held a beer in the other. I liked him. I liked him because he was the only kind of guy I knew. I liked him because he was the only kind of guy I had ever seen my mother date.

The first few months were ok, he treated me like a princess, but the honeymoon phase only lasts for so long before you start to see a person’s true colors. I had even begun to hold out hope that maybe Nate was different, and he would treat me like I had seen guys like him treat my mom. Boy, was I wrong.

The first signs of abuse are small, so small they can go unnoticed, but still there. The raising of a voice, the clench and curl of a fist, the huff and puff of a chest. The sound of a punch cracking through a wall, the breaking of a vase. The sting of a slur, the invading of space, the lack of trust. They’re small, but they’re there. It begins to grow, until finally the re-occuring punch to the wall ends up hitting you instead, and then they’re coming home that night with flowers and chocolate, or a necklace of some sort, or your favorite dessert, and they’re apologizing and telling you it will never happen again. Word of advice: if it happens a first time, its gonna happen again.

It was easy for me to hide it because I watched my mom do it for so many years. It was easy for me to hide the bruises with makeup and tell Amy and Kathryn that my relationship was going fine. It was easy for me to tell Mark and Tyler and Ethan that Nate was a busy guy and therefore wasn’t around much. It wasn’t that I wanted to hide Nate. He was just a handful sometimes. I didn’t want my friends to worry about me. Nate was a good guy. I loved Nate. I thought I loved Nate.

Like all things, I couldn’t hide it forever, and before I could prepare myself I was being bombarded by Amy and Kathryn when the three of us and Ethan went out to lunch one day.

“Ok, I’m getting tired of this “Nate’s busy” shit. I wanna meet your boyfriend!” Kathryn exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the booth across from me. I sipped on my sweet tea quietly, trying to ignore her question.

“Y/N, you can’t ignore us. Please invite him.” Amy leaned over the table, her hands resting in front of me. Ethan stayed silent, his eyes fixated on me as he leaned his elbow against the table where he sat next to me.

“I don’t think it’s a promising idea to bring him to Wade’s birthday party of all places, ok? You guys have never met him before, and I’m not as close to Wade as you guys are.” I stirred my straw around my drink with my finger, feeling Ethan’s eyes still on me. I could feel my heart racing under my skin, I just wasn’t sure if it was because I knew Ethan was catching on, or because I would rather Ethan take Nate’s place as my boyfriend. Maybe a little bit of both, but it didn’t matter. I don’t deserve somebody like Ethan.

“Wade doesn’t mind! He’s as much your friend as he is ours!” Kathryn argued. At that moment, my phone rang, Nate’s caller ID lighting up on my screen. Without a second to react, Kathryn grabbed my phone, swiping to answer the call and pressing it to her ear.

“Hi Nate! This is y/n’s friend, Kat! Ok so I answered because we wanted to invite you to a birthday party we’re having for a friend of ours, and we all want you to come! We would all really like to meet you!” Kathryn was silent for a second as she waved off my grabbing hands.” Ok cool! Yeah, it’s next Friday. You’ll come? Alright! Cool! Yay! Ok here’s y/n.” Kathryn handed me the phone, smiling innocently. If only she knew the Pandora’s box she had opened.

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Next Friday rolled by quick and I found myself in the passenger seat of Nate’s car, his hand resting on my thigh as he pulled in to Mark’s driveway. I wish Nathan’s hands made me feel safe. I wish I didn’t feel so uncomfortable and terrified of his palm resting against my skin. I wish it was Ethan. Nate’s hand left me as he opened the door of the driver’s seat, climbing out of the car. I did the same, clutching the card and gift bag in my lap as I opened the car door. I silently prayed to god that things went well and I could get in and out of the party as fast as possible without making a scene.

“Hey y/n!” Amy came out of the house, giving me a hug. “You missed it! We just finished Mark’s 17 million video!”

“Yeah, sorry. I was editing a video before I came here and lost track of time.” I lied. Of course, I was watching the time. I was getting ready as slow as I possibly could.

“It’s nice to meet you!” Amy turned to Nate, who was stood by me, and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you too.” Nate smiled politely, his hand on the small of my back. I flinched and Amy gave me a look, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“Y/n!” Ethan and Chica came running through the front door and Ethan gave me a big hug, his arms going around my waist tightly. Chica barked happily at my feet, pushing me in to Ethan. I giggled at the energetic dog, forgetting about my boyfriend standing behind me and petting Chica, Ethan’s arms still holding me and one of my arms slung around his neck.

Nate coughed awkwardly, getting our attention. I turned around, immediately telling he was angry and stepping away from Ethan quickly. I backed away and stood next to Nate, who’s hand went to my hip and pulled me in to his side forcefully. Chica backed away from Nate and I, standing by Ethan.

“I’m Nate, y/n’s boyfriend.” Nate stuck his hand out to Ethan and Chica growled lowly.

“It’s ok Chica.” Ethan lowered a hand to the golden retriever, his eyes staying locked with Nate’s. His other hand shook Nate’s firmly, still staring at each other firmly. The tension was so thick you’d need a knife to cut through it, and I didn’t know why.

“Ok!” Amy clapped her hands together, waving us to follow her inside. She led the way to the kitchen where Mark and Kathryn stood setting presents along the countertop. I greeted the two by giving them short hugs before finding Wade, Bob, and Molly, and wishing Wade a happy birthday.

I avoided talking much during the party, letting my friends keep the conversations going instead. I stayed by Nate’s side in fear of starting a fight or something much worse if I didn’t. I refrained from being touchy in any way with my friends like I usually was so he didn’t get the wrong idea. Of course, my friends noticed, and they were concerned.

“Hey, y/n, you should spend the night with Kat and I tonight!” Amy suggested. “We and Ethan are all gonna do a little sleepover thing and hang out, you should join us!” Amy smiled nonchalantly, although I could tell there was something else hidden behind her offer.

“Yeah, you can’t say no!” Kat added quickly, smiling brightly as well.

“O-ok.” I agreed before looking over at Nate. By the stone cold look on his face, I could tell I made the wrong decision.

The party didn’t go on much longer, and soon after I was being led out the house by my wrist, Nathan dragging me to the car.

“What are you doing? I’m riding with Amy to her house.” I questioned. Nate paused in the middle of the driveway, turning to face me.

“Like hell you are.”

“….What?”

“Do you think I’m a fucking idiot y/n?” Nate sneered, his face inches from mine. His grip on my wrist tightened, making my skin burn. I began to cower in fear, my body slinking in to itself.

“I know you’re fucking messing with that blue haired bastard, whatever his fucking name is. Evan? Aaron? It doesn’t matter, because you’re my fucking girlfriend, and you do as I fucking say. Get your ass in the car. We’re going home.” Nathan swung my arm toward the car, my body slamming in to the side of it. I let out a high pitched groan from the sting in my back after making impact with the metal door.

“My name is Ethan, and they aren’t fucking going anywhere with you.” I turned my head to see Ethan standing a little further up the driveway, already making his way towards Nate. Amy and Kat were close behind, their sights set on me.

“What are you going to do, fucking twi-“

Nate didn’t get to finish his sentence as Ethan’s fist collided with Nate’s face, the force of the punch sending him stumbling back in to the car. Kat grabbed a hold of my arm right on time, pulling me out of the way.

Nate paused a second, fire red setting in his eyes as he glared Ethan down. He raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood now dripping from his nose before kicking off the car and charging towards Ethan.

The next few moments happened fast, Ethan and Nate had each other’s shirts gripped between their knuckles, both trying to get the upper hand in the fight. Mark and Tyler came sprinting out of the house after hearing Amy shout for him, the two separating Ethan and Nate. Tyler shoved Nate in to the side of his car, jaw clenched between his teeth.

“Leave.” Tyler demanded, voice low and rough as he stared Nate down. Mark shielded Ethan from Nate, Ethan’s hands gripping Marks upper arm and trying to push it away.

“Fine, didn’t need you anyway, fucking slut.” Nate turned to me, spitting at my feet, which got Ethan fired up again and he tried wriggling away from Mark.

“Dude, just fucking go before I call the cops or something.” Mark growled, doing his best to hold back a fuming Ethan.

Nate shook his head, getting in the car and starting the engine. It was after he was out of sight from the driveway when the attention was on me, waiting for an explanation.

“I….I….” I was at a loss for words, not knowing where to begin with Nate, especially now, on Wade’s birthday, and Marks 17 million celebration, that we should have been focused on happier things, and yet we weren’t, and I had no idea where to start.

Soon afterwards I was curled up in a blanket on Mark’s couch, snuggled in to Ethan’s chest as I told them everything, from our first fight, to the first hit, to the first bruise, and so forth. Wade, Bob, and Molly went to their hotel to give us some privacy, since this was a conversation I only wanted to have with the people I was closest with. Amy patted my legs that were swung over her lap reassuringly, everybody in the room having sad or grim expressions on their faces. By the time I was finished telling the story and I was given whole-hearted lectures about how I should have told someone and if anything like this happened again then to let them know, and watching a movie to calm down after the day, Amy and Kat decided to raincheck the sleepover and crash at Mark’s instead. It had gotten really late and her nor Kat wanted to drive. Kat headed to the guest room and Amy followed Mark to his room, soon after Tyler was trudging up the stairs to his room, leaving just Ethan and I.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I sighed, shifting in Ethan’s arms to grab it. I unlocked my phone to see a text from Nate, saying he was sorry and he missed me and wanted me to come back to his house. Ethan calmly slipped my phone from my hands, clicking it off and tossing it lightly to the other side of the couch. I didn’t fight it, knowing that it was for the best.

“You shouldn’t have hit Nate.” I spoke softly, my fingers brushing lightly down Ethan’s arms that held me securely against him. His arms felt like a safe haven.

“He deserved it.”

“You could’ve gotten hurt.

“Y/n, If he’s going to treat you like shit, I’m going to kick his ass” Ethan argued. I turned in his arm to face him, sitting up so my knees were on either side of him.

“It was dangerous, Ethan.” I spoke, my tone firm. Ethan looked at me for a minute, his face softening.

“Do you think you deserve better?” The question caught me off guard and I paused.

“What?”

“Do you think you deserve better?” Ethan repeated, his one hand reaching up and brushing away the hair that had fallen in my face. I stayed quiet, deciding to shake my head no instead to answer his question.

Ethan’s hand cupped my face, the other reaching up to hold the other side. My one hand rested on his forearm, the other reaching up to rest on top of his hand that cupped my cheek.

“You deserve so much better.” Ethan whispered, leaning up to rest his forehead against mine.” So, so, so much better.”

I felt a tear I hadn’t even felt before roll down my cheek, followed by some more. Ethan’s thumb brushed them away. His jaw clenching to keep himself from crying as well. I shook my head at Ethan’s words. He was wrong. I didn’t deserve anything better. I never would.

“You deserve the entire world and so much more.” Ethan spoke, as if reading my thoughts. I sniffed softly, my hands gripping tightly at Ethan, as if he would disappear and this would be a dream.

Ethan’s thumb brushed the tears away again, this time brushing across my lips. His eyes were concentrated on them, and I began to feel self-conscious before he spoke again, throwing me off guard once more.

“Can I kiss you?”

I froze, looking at him with wide eyes. I nodded quickly, and before I could get another word in, Ethan’s lips were on mine, and I felt warmth, and comfort, and butterflies all at once. My hand went to his shirt, tugging him closer to me to deepen the kiss.

I pulled away first, my breath feeling as if it was knocked out of my body. A smile grew present on Ethan’s face.

“Forget Nathan, he’s old fucking news. I’ve got you now.”

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designationpinknoise · 7 years

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How Prowl met Janis 1/2

:: | ::= Thoughts

It's was just a normal day in the daily grind Janis got up put on her school uniform brushed her hair and rode her bike to school, when she waited at the lights for the walk signal a cop came speeding down the road almost hitting her! the blonde squeaked as the car managed to swerve and passed slammed on it's brakes.

Janis let out a sigh of relief, before riding up to the cop car and narrowed her eyes at the tinted windows "Learn to drive space cadet!" she hissed giving the headlight a light kick, and continuing on her way. she thought she heard someone apologize, but didn't spare a second glance.

Meanwhile

"Bluestreak!"

"I'm sorry I was wasn't paying attention! and girl just rode out in front me and I saw her at the last.."

"Quiet! do you have any idea what would've happened if you had hit that girl? at the speed you were going?! go back to base!"

"But-...Kay"

Prowl ex-vented why Prime didn't let Jazz or Bumble-bee come on patrol him with he'll never know! at least that know how to pay attention to the damn road and traffic laws...he scooped out the neighborhood to make sure no one had heard or saw the near miss,

but no humans were detected, he ex-vented again before turning down the same way the girl went only for his radar to go haywire! there was a decepticon heading his way fast! dammit! he radioed base and Bluestreak to come back.

At the same time

Janis was at her locker and felt a chill go up her back; she whirled around and saw Marvin looking down at his phone while walking to the student council meeting room only walk face first into the door frame,

The blonde blinked must have been her imagination, she shrugged before a loud explosion knock her back into the row of locker her ears rang as the blurry images flooded her vision then Janis felt something hit her chest then everything went dark.

Prowl grunted as he landed he was thrown into a school building luckily it was mostly empty, as it was early the staff and student weren't there yet, or so police mech thought he saw a boy running away from the building.

Then froze when he looked down and saw a girl buried in rubble! he recognized her too; she was the one Bluestreak almost ran over, he went to comm for help. but his comm wasn't working,

Prowl growled as he looked over to Bluestreak and the lambo twins who were fighting Bonecrusher, then back at the girl then realized something... his scanners weren't picking up her heartbeat, his spark dropped as he dug the girl out and quickly looked up way to start up a heart..."Defibrillation?"

he said before looking down at his spark chamber...This was very either a good or bad idea... that sounded good in theory or on paper,

but right now? There were no options opening his chest plates. Prowl brought the girl to his chest and gave her a slight jolt and that's the last thing he remembered before blacking out...

Three days later...

Janis's eyes opened and was blinded by a bright light, she muffled voices and saw figures moving about, she tried to get up but was pushed down again, she hissed her head and chest were killing her,

"W-what happened? where am I?" she ask her hazel eyes finally adjusting "You in the hospital dear." she looked up at the older woman she was in a lab coat and had long ginger hair and laurel green eyes, who looked down at her warily Janis read the woman's tag Dr. C. Gates as the woman wrote something down.

"Do you remember your name?"

"Janis Pymm, Dr. Gates what happened to me?"

"There was a gas explosion at your school, the paramedics found you under some rubble."

"Gas explosion?..how long was I out for?"

The Doctor hummed "three days...looks like you got an extended spring break." the teen just gave the woman a blank look as she cleared her throat "by the way your friends stopped by..."

Janis looked to her bedside table and saw a large candy basket, flowers and cards. sitting on the table most of them were from classmates; who wished her well or thought it was her birthday...the flowers were from Marvin, but the basket...

who the hell were Jazon Zimri and Paul Rowe? "I think there may be mistake. I don't know any Paul or Jazon." Dr. Gates blinked then checked the tag on the basket "No mistake, it’s addressed to you." she showed Janis the tiny address and note.

[Get well soon sweetness, PS me n' Blu picked this out, Prowler doesn't know what the femmes like

Femmes?...was that some sort of new slang? the teen frowned and who the hell is Blu? "Maybe one of the first respondents got it for you?" Dr. Gates suggested as she wrote down other stuff, Janis shrugged still befuddled as odd tingle tugged in her chest. but, shrugged it off to her body still waking up.

"By the way we tried contacting your family, but no one answered." Janis grimaced and grabbed a small napkin and asked for a pen and wrote down a number

"it's my building manager." the doctor eyed her before nodding "I'm going to prescribe you, some pain killers for a cracked rib and your wrist, you got off lucky miss Pymm, also I'm sorry but you going to have scars over your right brow and left cheek,"

Janis listened to what the doctor said as she left to either attend to her other patients or call the number she gave her, Janis didn't know how long she was laying there for staring at the ceiling...

but, for what seemed like hours there was a knock on her door looked up and saw an old woman calmly walk, in and hug her before helping her sit up the old woman pull away and scanned the girl's face.

"Oh my goodness look at you."

"Hi to you too, miss Jackson..."

"Why didn't you say you were in the hospital? I nearly had a heart attack"

":: |Yeah because whose gonna pay you if i die?| :: I wasn't really awake until an hour ago.."

Don't get Janis wrong. Miss Jackson was nice lady... just so long as you have a big enough wallet to keep her in a good mood; and pay her rent on time. Damn Janis really missed the Kims!

at least they're rate was cheap and they'd give you an extra two weeks to get the money, Janis's scholarships and security job barely covered the grubby woman's rate.

She was looking for a new place to live, but, for now she's stuck "I'm only driving you home this once don't expect anymore generosity." the older woman chided as Janis went to say something only for Doctor Gates to return with Janis's school bag "Your gym clothes are in here, Luckily you bag got out untouched."

the ginger said giving Miss J the stink eye who looked the doctor with distaste, "May I talk with you?" she said to miss Jackson, who followed her out of the room as Janis changed and put her stuff in her back pack well except for the basket it was too big and flowers well were starting had pretty died.

so she threw them out and dumped the water before putting the vase into her backpack just as Doctor Gates came back in a very unhappy "what a bitch! urm...Sorry dear, did you know she was selling the apartment building?" the doctor asked Janis was floored "What?!"

Meanwhile two days earlier...

When Prowl onlined his mind was in disarray, he felt odd. almost lost as he stared at the base's ceiling, as Ratchet stepped in to check on him "Well, look who finally woke up!"

the medic said getting the SIC attention "w-when did I get here?" he asked as Ratchet helped him up. before smacking him up side the helm, he grunted and looked at the doc-bot confused "You, I thought you were one of the smart ones!"

Prowl was still confused as the terror twins suddenly came rushing in. loudly humming the wedding march; and throwing confetti and noise makers at Prowl. confusing the poor bot even more.

before a feeling of wariness and pain in his wrist and chest got his attention...His optics watched as Ratchet chased the twins out of his med-bay.

but, he blocked out whatever he was saying to them. He didn't even register Jazz walking in a patting his shoulder.

The Praxian jumped from the sudden touch "I gotta say Prowler n'vah thought ya for a commitment mech so waz er name?" Prowl blinked then stared at his friend confused as Ratchet butted in.

"he doesn't know."

"What do ya Mean?"

"He doesn't know her name, he took a damn risk! and they're both stuck with ramifications."

"Whoa, you Spark bonded with the li’l lady without knowin' er name or permission?"

Prowl gawked at the two, bonded? what were they talking about he wasn't...Then he remembered the girl! the school getting jumped by the cons, "Oh frag! The girl! she wasn't I-her heart stopped and I-"

The medic put his hand up to silence him "I know, Catherine told me you saved her however..." Ratchet winced "Just be thankful the girl was an E-type, other wise you’d both be dead right now."he huffed as Prowl's door wings stood straight up either in anger or fear;

neither Jazz or Ratchet knew, when Ratchet gave the SIC the okay the leave he was cornered by Bluestreak who bombarded him with questions he couldn't or wouldn't answer! before Jazz came to rescue him and said they were going to visit his "missus".

Much to Prowl's churning, he actually bit back to urge to yell 'she's not my mate!' but, that was lie...as three drove to the hospital.

Bluestreak suggested getting something for her; Jazz agree and they stopped at a shop, Prowl had no fricking clue what he was doing or how he was going to do this. ::What do earth femmes even like?:: he huffed in his head as his holo-form;

(which totally looks like agent smith from the matrix)

Stared intensely at a cactus, while Jazz and and Blue shook their heads at him "Even his avatar looks like it has stick up his aft" sniper whispered to the TIC who just hummed.

as he and Blu looked around, and found a large gift basket and buying it with the credit card the SILO foundation gave them. "let's go Prowler!" Jazz said grabbing Prowl by the elbow and pulled him out of the store.

when they got to the hospital, the nurse up front denied them entry since they didn't know the patient's name first or last. til Catherine noticed them on her way in and told the nurse they were with her.She led the boys to the sub-level hospital.

Catherine explained Janis's injuries Prowl cocked a brow ::So, her name is Janis...hm:: he immediately shook whatever ever he was going to think about, out of his mind.

and just ignore the damn bond, but, that over like a lead balloon the second they stepped foot into Janis's room "Whoa! you bonded with the girl I almost ran over?!" Bluestreak said pointing at the comatose blond as Jazz looked at the younger praxian oddly,

"You almost what?" Bluestreak immediately explained the whole situation as Prowl put the basket on the little nightstand next to Janis's berth and just stared at her, she was actually not bad looking, she was 'pretty' for a human.

his spark clenched a bit when he noticed the the stitches on her face and the cast on her wrist, Catherine did say she had a cracked rib. so, there's definitely a bruise under that gown no doubt.

it was his fault she ended up like this what was she even doing at that school so early? he spied one of the cards [Get well Vice-Prez! student council just ain't the same with out ya!- Nora] he briefly looked up what student council meant.

:: Oh, the who ever her school president is must asked her fill in.::

"Huh, what do ya know she's second in command of her peers."

"It's not wise to invade the personal space of others Jazz."

"Ey I just wanted to see Freckles up close, she's pretty cute, too bad I didn't see her first."

Jazz joked with a mock pout, Prowl didn't seem to take his joke to well , as he let out a growl before shaking his head and calming down then noticed they were missing someone

"where's Blue?" the TIC looked at his friend "Oh, he wouldn't settle down, so i told em' to check and make sure our parking pass hadn't expired." the agent smith like avatar nodded before Dr. Gates returned "I hate to be that gal, but visiting hours are over. Jazz and Prowl nodded and Jazz's Avatar disappeared.

Prowl made a move like he was going kiss Janis before he caught himself "what the hell am I doing?!" he exclaimed out loud as Dr. Gates watched him somewhat annoyed as she had other patients to see.

"I don't know, but, you might want to give that avatar makeover, before someone thinks you're some 40yr old pedophile." she advised a little creeped out by the whole scene; the police mech gave her the stink eye before disappearing.

When Optimus had heard about Prowl and Janis; he wasn't angry or anything just surprised...confusing his SIC he assumed Prime would be furious!?

then Hilary came to visit and Prowl noticed the sudden change in his leader's behavior, when the SILO leader met Optimus's gaze and smiled at him,causing the leader to sit up a little straighter.

as Prowl finally connected the dots on Prime and commander Bellamy's relationship, how long had this been going on!? he went to intervene when a tiny voice yelled :: | He said while bonded to a earthling!| :: and bit his glossa he's pretty much 'Calling the kettle black' as the humans say...

two days later.

Prowl’s mate was awake. he could sense her confusion, alertness,and distaste then it stopped; as wave of anger and despair suddenly shot through his senses.

he was tempted to see her but, Ratchet told him keep his distance and take it slow. and let her get used to everything. then she’ll come to him.

Prowl growled to himself, his door wings twitched; his optics kept focusing and unfocusing. as all his protocols were telling him to seek out his mate.

end part 1

(This prowl in based of of the Transformers Prime design.)

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dickganseywrites-blog · 7 years

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my kiddos valentines plans;

copying danni sorry about it.

ivy; dierks was on set so ivy spent the day with her roomies and she kissed cecily on the cheek and bought her a box of heart shaped chocolates lmao. jack sang to her and she fucking Loved It and she told him that dierks wouldn't mind sharing her today and that she was claiming him as her valentine (i'm so sorry). she didn't see will and was sad about it so she sent him a text telling him that she's upset she didn't get to ambush him for cuddles. she also sent conner and riley valentines cards each lmao none for u monty my dude. anyway she spent the evening with dierks, they probably went for a really nice meal and then went back to his for Other Things.

scotty; as we know scotty went a little overboard on donuts and was trying to see how many donuts it was physically possible for him to eat. how is that boy still in such good shape? the mind boggles. anyways he very unapologetically claimed laura as his valentine but he definitely shot eloise a cute, flirty little text. he tried to summon up the courage to text alfie and callum, too, but he chickened out. he definitely sent out texts in the morning to laura, lydia, evie, and all of the cheersquad (including alex), as well as one to christian too.

hazel; haze was definitely working and she had the best day ever handing over cutesy, loved up cupcakes and donuts and the likes to all her customers (though she was a bit baffled by the lovely gent who decided to order 96 donuts!). she got home and decorated cupcakes with ella, and also put up a cover of herself singing love story by taylor swift cos she's a fucking Nerd.

andrew; drew was on set flirting with everyone. he kissed lo. he kissed maggie and ember, too. dierks ducked outta that shit like there's no tomorrow, and he decided he'd just give emma a hug instead of pushing his luck. but he told her that she was pretty and tried again to ask her out on a date lmao.

amelia; AMELIA FLORENCE BARTEN WENT ON A FUCKING DATE WITH LEVI LOWERY

cody; lmao idk kit gave her chocolates and she gave kit a kiss on the fucking mouth lmao. she actually did not go drinking on this here evening, she sorta behaved which is boring. she doesn't give two shits about valentines tho.

darren; darren, you know fucking what i hate this dickhead. i hate him so much. darren spent a lot of time writing a Song for someone (danni don't fucking look at me), but he also sent taylor, james, brooke, bea, alex, rachel, finn, attie, mellie, and harper valentines cards. harper got the biggest card and he painted a god damn family fucking portrait on it, ferris included, because he's so ridiculous i actually hate him a little bit.

hero; hero was definitely working and she gave riley and foster valentines cards and was brave enough to even give riley a kiss on the cheek and a hug. she went to see greyson and brought him a card too, with extra cuddles and told him that she loves him. she wanted to spend more time with him but she had a date with calvin and she felt really guilty because she was worried about greyson, but there you have it. she also got hunter a valentines gift and sent bennett a text that took her 4 hours, 17 minutes, and 21 seconds to muster up the courage to send. she made audrey breakfast too but she didn't make a fuss or anything, she just wanted to do something nice for her bc she adores her.

billy; billy oh my fucking god billy spent the day pining after simon and then feeling guilty about it. he thought about julian a bit, but less than he did last year on valentines day. he's making progress. he wished simon (AND ALL OF HIS EMPLOYEES) a happy valentines day and then went to see how rhodes was doing. he checked on him probably more than he should have, and told him he loves him and then stole one of the cookies harper made for him. he spent the night cuddled on a couch with harry while watching valentines day and regretted it a little. eliana hid in her room because ew, romance.

jax; jaxy was evie's valentine and he decided not to send ronan a text because he's a chicken. he took evie out for a meal though and they stayed up all night watching movies and waiting for daisy to get back from her date so they could get all the details. at his apartment, of course, because he didn't wanna risk seeing ronan. which means oz was probably present for date talk, i'm sorry baby boy.

daisy; went on a date with reuben and had a great time. went back to jaxy's to tell her wee squad all about it, but she definitely stopped by kit's for kisses, cuddles, and her daily kit time. also it was shane's birthday so she didn't forget about that and she brought him a gift and gave him a cuddle and told him to get his shit together with mickey. sorry bout her.

jason; definitely gave caroline a card that said 'i pika-choose you' on it and he was really proud of himself. he gave her loads of cuddles, as always, and sent delaney, elsie, tara, annie, and wardo cute texts too. he didn't do much, though, and just spent the night teasing caroline probably.

lucy; lucy pined after bea a little, if we're being honest. she also sent james and marley long and soppy texts, but spent the night at home doing nothing.

henry; baby boy went birdwatching with wren and blushed and giggled more than is probably socially acceptable, he had a great time and has definitely bombarded riley today to tell him all about it.

indy; indy went out with justin, raegan, and colton, and spent the whole night feeling nervous and insecure. she told justin he's a dick more than once, but never in front of rae or colton. she also spent the morning kissing everyone and anyone that would have her, cuddled with mellie for a solid hour, and felt really guilty about leaving her. she definitely climbed into her bed once she got home though and told her to never ever let her leave the apartment ever again.

ronnie; ronnie spent the day contemplating making max proud by overcoming his fears and throwing himself into the fucking ocean after seeing the card taylor sent. he watched bend it like beckham but then he just felt worse because he's not dating james, he's not dating david beckham, and he's not dating jonathan rhys meyers either.

lizzie; lizzie thought a lot about conrad, a lot more than she cares to admit, and spent the day with richie of course. she wished conrad a happy valentines day too, and then kissed him on the cheek the next time she saw him. she knows angelica will never let her live it down, though.

katie; spent the day working and tried to say hi to holly but she didn't look best pleased so she decided against it. spent the night with her hons tho, and sent noah the soppiest valentines card the world has ever seen. she got a kiss from angelica and turned bright red but tried to act cool about it, and when a guy chatted her up while they were out she panicked and told him that she already had a valentine and hid behind seth. seth still doesn't know what happened, unless kevin told him because kevin nearly cracked a rib laughing at her.

cassie; cassie was carter's valentine but let's not pretend she didn't give so many cuddles!!!! she made noah pancakes (with extra syrup) and screamed when reuben told her about his date, and helped him pick out his outfit (he didn't ask, she just sort of got ahead of herself), and she made sure to text will and louis telling them that she hoped they had the most super duper valentines ever. she cried when dixie told her about their parents, i'm so sorry. and she sent a secret valentines card to kevin but you didn't hear that from me.

jess; jess pouted a lot and was mad that cassie got to be carter's valentine. he still has convinced himself that carter has a thing for her, and cassie's always talking about just how handsome carter is and even the jess wants to yell I KNOW!!!! in her face he doesn't. he just pouts.

isaac; noah sung to him and isaac pretended that he hated it. noah sung to him and isaac pretended that the flutter in his chest was just heartburn. noah sung to him and isaac pretended that the reason he couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day was because noah just irritated him so much. noah sung to him and isaac's cheeks were pink for the whole of rehearsal.

monty; MONTY PINED OVER RILEY AS PER FUCKING USUAL and had a mini breakdown to adam probably. he gave riley chocolates, and a card, and comics. as a pal though, as a buddy, as a friend. he wished shane a happy birthday too and was far more composed in doing so than he was during any of the time he spent with riley. it was a day.

rose; rose didn't do much. she was working and she kissed clarke, kenny, and harvey on the cheek, and that was that. she also teased kenny relentlessly about harvey but what's new there. then she went home and watched horror movies all night.

david; DAVID KISSED BENJI BECAUSE OF COURSE HE FUCKING DID. and he saw cecily at work and tried to dazzle her with a smile but she seemed a little alarmed and so he tried not to frighten her some more.

blair; went on a date with jimmy, much to robbie's dismay. she didn't mind, she got to spend the day with her fav boy and wellington's newest and cutest farmboy. she was really content and took a cute selfie of herself kissing jimmy on the cheek, as well as taking some pics with robbie because she knows how important memories are to him.

clarke; spent the day thinking about love and wishing that she wasn't such a mess. she bought beau some chocolates and told her what a great job she does, and she probably said something really heartfelt and soppy to rose, kenny, and harvey. she went home and waited for bailey to get back and she made her dinner.

barry; barry got flowers from ellis and tried to remain as civil and composed as possible. he smiled, thanked her, wished her a happy valentines day, and popped one of the flowers into her hair for extra measure. he gave all of his students one piece of valentines candy each, and took all of the cards he received home and stuck them into a scrap book lol. he kept ellis' flowers, too, and put them in a vase and is taking very good care of them, thank you very much. rudy and lola were with their mother so he spent the night alone and he sent caroline a text that he thought was 'cute' but it actually just said 'Have a good one x', so.

cedric; cedric may or may not have shed a tear or two when he saw the drawing from diego, but nobody needs to know that. he has it framed in his shop. he made origami butterflies for diego, and origami horses for nobody in particular. he's not sure why he picked horses, but they just sort of called out to him and now they're hanging from the doorway in his shop. he spent the night with all his pets, though. nothing special.

séamus; dixie wished him a happy valentines and so he had a really really good day. darragh wasn't around all day, probably off drinking and doing lord knows what. he laid low for the day, writing songs and missing home.

rory; kissed ellis and told her that she was his valentine, but he's rory so he went out and ended up stumbling in at 3am with some fella he met whose name he can't recall. a romantic, so he is.

mack; roy forgot it was valentines day and absolutely nobody was subtle in letting her know what they thought about that. she defended him, and defended him some more when he got upset about adam's card. he cooked her a mediocre dinner (no he didn't, he ordered chinese and pretended he cooked it), and got them a cheap bottle of wine (the man is Loaded, but he's a dick), and mack didn't stay the night. she told adam he's a dick but gave him a hug and a kiss and thanked him for the card, even though he's still a dick.

steven; steven didn't know what to do with himself so he just spent the day with his sisters, and sent sonny a text telling him he missed him.

caleb; caleb and becky went out for a meal and did cute couple things. it was nice, they had fun, and he didn't get injured.

jj; wee bab spent the day with mariana (his foster sister) and her daughter, he was working at a novel idea first tho so he saw taylor briefly and panicked and spilled hot coffee down his front. it wasn't cute. he and mariana didn't wanna go back to their house though so he took her and her daughter out and treated them to dinner. then he spent the night painting and drawing in his bedroom, as always.

teddy; TEDDY MET CARTER AND WAS SHOOK AND HUGGED A CUTE BOY. he also had the courage to ask ryke if he wanted to be his valentine bc carter told him that it's ok to ask a straight boy to be your valentine as friends. he was nervous but it was innocent so he figured it was ok. he also hugged wren a lot and he sent his mum a bouquet of flowers and a pretty pearl necklace, and told his parents that he loves them. he probably spent the evening hanging out with ryke though.

jensen; probably glared at lux a little bit while thinking about the fact that she's pretty and that's annoying and dumb. he's a child. he went to work and then hung out at the bar and that was it. he told sawyer she's his valentine, tho. no takebacks.

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Klance Headcanons cause I have so many (I'm sorry in advance but—)

AHHHH sksksksk

Time to write down my favs.

(A.K.A., all of them cause they are all my favs >W<)

Prepare for a long post. These are just my headcanons (modern au for now) and if you disagree with some, that's your opinion úwú (that sounds so rude ahh).

Anyways, enjoy em, hope you like em! 💜💜

Now onto the headcanons:

... ... yeah

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*awkward cough*

-HEAD BOOPS TM are a must. They head boop all the time, then stare into each other's eyes and smile softly. It happens all the time. No stopping them. No way whatsoever. They. Will. Headboop.

-Eskimo kisses. A beautiful thing courtesy of Klance.

-Keith can cook, and Lance personally loves it when Keith makes dinner or something, even if it's something super simple just cause Keith seemingly makes anything taste good (theory not tested, better safe than sorry)

-Hunk is both of their wingman's when they are pining for each other and he's loyal to them both, encouraging them to take their time

-Keith is actually super good with kids, and Lance’s heart always flutters when he sees how well Keith gets along with every single one of his younger family members (SO PATIENT UWU >W<)

-Lance loves to cuddle and Keith loves to give Lance light kisses all over his face

-When they cuddle, Lance is always somehow spooning Keith even if Keith is spooning him (basically will wrap his arms around Keith and not let go even though he's actually a bit shorter than his Keithy Boy uwu)

-They play fight/wrestle because they both honestly love it

-When one comes home from work and is obviously exhausted, the other knows exactly what to do in order to give them a good night

-Keith is a teacher assistant/aspiring teacher and he loves kids more than he'll ever admit

-Lance is more a stay at home type of guy, but he helps Keith sometimes and works at a Starbucks (only it's really crowded with workers so he doesn't usually have to work a whole lot, unlike Keith)

-Lance loves to call Keith pet names (Kit-Kat, Keithy boi, Beautiful, Mullet, Light of my Life, Cariño, Samurai, etc), and though Keith doesn't mind it and makes a fake fuss about it, he's been trying to come up with a cute nickname for Lance for a long while (a meaningful one, in other words: My Lotus Flower, referring to the blue versions because Lance has always thought of the flowers as pretty while they are Keith’s favorite flower) (Lance rivalled the nickname by calling Keith “My Precious Rosemallow”)

-They both want to adopt kids (preferably a boy and a girl) and they have the names planned out already cause they are the prepare types of parents-to-be

-(Future stuff) They adopted a girl first and name her Lillian

-(Future stuff) They adopted a boy (named Kyle) when Lillian turned five (Kyle was four when adopted)

-They are honestly the best parents sksksk

-When they go out on dates they have a mutual challenge on who will make the other blush first

-Keith is sometimes bombarded by girls and boys who want to know if they can get his number, and let's just say Lance makes it clear that Keith is taken (same thing happens with Lance, but he always runs over to Keith or just plain escaped anyone interested before Keith can say anything because he is determined to be that boyfriend in their relationship. He will never allow Keith to save himself; he will always save his boi)

-Keith is always flattered when Lance is protectively jelly (though he does get a bit irked when Lance is super duper overprotective)

-Keith loves chocolate and Lance makes sure to get it for him whenever he can

-Lance bought Keith a hippo plush for his birthday and whenever Lance isn't home but Keith is, he'll cuddle with it (he named the hippo Bloop)

-When Keith is the one at work and Lance is home (a far more frequent occurrence), Lance will cuddle with Bloop because Bloop smells like Keith

-They both binge watch Disney movies together and the occasional Horror Movie

-When they watch horror films Lance will shamelessly hide in the crook of Keith’s neck, Keith silently loves it

-Keith is the person of morning persons, Lance is not. Lance will spoon Keith as he walks around the house doing early morning chores, always more or less half asleep. He complains about Keith waking so early but subconsciously likes being able to spoon Keith while Keith does his thing (feels them muscles up while cuddling too). Keith honestly loves it as well because Lance is super clingy and affectionate when he's half asleep.

-Lance loves hiding his face in the crook of Keith’s neck. When he's sad, embarrassed, clingy, or just being normal he will cling onto Keith like a fricking koala and bury his face there (he adds kisses against that spot as well, and to him the skin there is sO SOFT so kissing it affectionately is a bonus for both him and Keith)

-Keith likes burying his face in Lance’s hair, just relaxing against Lance while letting the strands caress his face. Lance loves it too.

-THEY EACH BASICALLY LOVE CUDDLING BUT WON'T DO IT WITH ANYONE BUT EACH OTHER——

-When Lance is sad, Keith will:

1) Make him a nice dinner and dessert

2) Cuddle him in bed or on the couch and let him cry or whatever the heck he needs to do for as long as he likes

3) Will literally drop everything else for Lance, no exceptions

4) Try his absolute best to make Lance smile, in any way possible

5) Coaxes Lance into telling him what's wrong

6) Will gladly offer to murder anyone who makes Lance cry

7) Lance appreciates it all and accepts everything Keith does gratefully, always sure to return the favor

-When Keith is sad, Lance will:

1) Make him some Mac n Cheese (Keith likes Mac n Cheese, reminds him of his dad and he likes it even better when he can share it with Lance) (Mr. Kogane could not cook for his life, unlike his son)

2) Lance will cuddle him, spoon him, kiss him, repeat

3) After repeating that process like ten times, Lance will then hug his bf for as long as he possibly can before blurting out, “WHY IS MY KIT-KAT, MY BEAUTIFUL BOYFRIEND, THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE, WHY THE HELL IS HE SAD?!” then he calms down and says more gently, “Tell me what happened. Spare no details. We both have all the time in the world.” And that always gets Keith to spill.

4) Lance also offers to murder people, which makes Keith laugh every time because they both know Lance can't hurt someone verbally, far less murder them

5) Lance will do everything he can to make Keith smile for the rest of the day, no matter how much time is left, until it's time for bed. Then, he will kiss Keith’s face, his neck, his chest, all lightly and lovingly, and he will do it until Keith goes to sleep, while also running his fingers through Keith's hair

-Lance is low-key obsessed with Keith’s hair. He won't believe Keith actually does anything with it even though he knows extremely well that Keith washes it thoroughly and cares for it

-He loves playing with Keith’s hair, braiding it, carding his fingers through it, nuzzling his face into that mop of silkiness-ness-ness

-Lance also has a teeny tiny obsession with kissing the nape of Keith’s neck. He just loves lifting up Keith’s hair and then placing a soft kiss there.

Lance pick up lines, cause why not:

1: Are you a sunset? ‘Cause I'm enjoying the view

2: My eyes like sweets, and I should know because you are quite a piece of eye candy

3: Are you from Tennessee? ‘Cause you're the only ten, I see (classic shit is the best shit)

4: If I could stare into your eyes for another second I'd gladly do so (not really a pick-up line but it works just fine on Keith)

5: Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?

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