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sabababa · 3 years

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How easy is it to make the BNHA boys blush? Are they stone cold on the outside but internally screaming or are they as red as a tomato and a babbling mess? Also I hope you don’t mind making it so Reader is like the Dom in the relationship

How you make them blush headcanons

Hawks, Hitoshi Shinso, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Mirio Togata, Shota Aizawa, Tamaki Amajiki x GenderNeutral!Reader

Author’s Note: I tried to make the reader come off as a dom in these, so I hope it shows. I also imagine reader being tall since I’m like 5′11″ and there’s hardly any tall reader stuff, so some of the stuff in these could be preserved from a tall person POV This is also the first time I’ve written for Shinso and Tamaki so I hope I represented them well!

Warnings: Some slight spice but not really, slight Dom!reader

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Hawks

People like to imagine Hawks as a very suave guy, but that’s not the case

Of course, he has a public appearance to keep up

But oh boy, when he meets someone he actually likes he gets tongue tied

So when you two started dating it was fairly easy to get him to blush, but not so much it’d make his face red

Simple domestic acts were enough to dust his cheeks, or even some compliments

He never received genuine attention like that so he was unsure of how to react

He started to get used to it though, he may not blush anymore, but he still likes it

Now, a new thing you discovered a couple months into the relationship is that he has bird-like behaviors

And sometimes you like to take advantage of it

He likes to groom you by brushing your hair or trimming your nails, he’s actually very good at mani-pedis

So you’ll return the favor by brushing his hair or trimming his nails and it causes him to be a blushy mess because his heart is pounding and he can’t believe you want to groom him

You’ll even take it a step farther by cleaning or fixing his feathers

It’s a big deal in the bird world when two birds groom each other, it means they’re very close

Another thing is that he likes to feed you parts of his food from his plate

Even if you’re both eating the same thing, he still likes to hold food up to your mouth for you to eat

And once again, you’ll do it right back at him

In the bird world, it would mean that you accepted him as your mate

It makes him blush as he bites the food off and enjoys the flavor

Even when you eat the same thing, he swears it tastes better when you feed it to him

All in all, he gets real blushy when you indulge in his birdy antics

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Hitoshi Shinso

Hitoshi doesn’t really blush

Whenever you say a compliment to him he just rubs the back of his neck, looks down, and has a grin on his face

He loves it when you comment on things he feels other people don’t like about him

His unkempt hair, his baggy eyes, his terrible sleeping habit

He’s never cared what other people think, but hearing you speak so positively about those things makes his heart soar

“Oh my god, your bed head is the cutest thing on this planet!”

“Awh, did I wake you? You look so adorable rubbing your eyes!”

“You have the sexiest voice ever, I swear, can you just never stop talking to me, please?”

He loves when you talk about his voice

It’s what really enables his quirk, so the fact that you’re not intimidated by him talking and love hearing him talk is refreshing to him

But on the inside, when you compliment him

He’s screaming and doing back flips

They like my voice?!

They want me to keep talking to them?!

WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!

But on the outside he acts like his regular cool self

He also really loves when you display affection to him around others

You’re not afraid of being associated with him or what other people think and he just absolutely loves it

Sometimes kids in the hallways will give him nasty looks and he’ll give one back

But you just pull him close to your side and hold his arm while giving the kid an intimidating look

Since you’re in separate classes you walk with him to his first

Before you leave you always put a little kiss on his cheek as you guys stand near the doorway for his classmates to see

He smirks when he catches a few staring, but once again, he is absolutely going crazy inside his head

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Izuku Midoriya

THIS BOY

THE ABSOLUTE BLUSHIEST

Any compliment or flirt you say to him will have him blushing

Sometimes you’ll comment on his strength

Or how cute he is when he mumbles

Or how adorable his face looks when he’s concentrated

He face goes red every time and it makes him cover his head with his arms

And you compliment how cute he looks when he’s blushing, every time

What he loves the most though is when you show him off

“Everybody stop what you’re doing and look how adorable Izu is!”

“Look at his cute chubby cheeks and pretty freckles! *squeals*”

Some of your friends find it funny, but the others just cringe or roll their eyes (actually just Bakugou)

He loves it when you talk about his strength and have him show it off as well

You ask him to pick you up and he’ll have you sit on his arm while he flexes

This man carried around a hulked up Allmight for training, picking you up is a piece of cake

“Look how strong my baby boy is!” You gush

His face is so red, but he’s lowkey enjoying the attention

A thing you like to do is have him sit in your lap while you wrap your arms around him to trap him against you

You’ll do this when you guys are in the lounge and it makes him blush

You like to pepper his cheek in kisses while he sits on you and it makes him giggle

When you’re in private, you’ll have him straddle you on the bed

And of course the blush never leaves his face as you feel his body

You leave kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, his neck, even his collarbone if the collar of his shirt is deep enough (he’s bought a couple of v-necks for this occasion)

He loves it when you bring his hands up and kiss along his scars

You’re so slow and sensual about it, it makes his heart race and body heat up

And he wouldn’t trade that feeling for the world

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Katsuki Bakugou

He won’t admit it, but he blushes

You would make him blush even before you two started dating

You were his biggest hype man- and still are

But whenever he would start roasting or chewing people out, you would be there in the background

“Yeah! Kick their ass, Bakugou!” You’d shout

He thought it was weird at first and brushed it off, but when he realized he started to like you it caused a small blush to pop up whenever you would cheer him on

And when you realized you started to like him you upped your game

Anytime you’d walk into a room with him in it you would say

“Where’s that handsome devil Bakugou?”

His face would be so red, but he looked so angry that everyone thought it was just from rage as he chewed you out for making a comment like that

Anytime you knew he was around and listening you would bring him up

“Damn, I have no idea how to make this. Maybe our resident hot chef Bakugou can make it?”

“Leave me alone or I’ll call the handsome devil Bakugou himself!”

“You really think you can beat pretty boy Bakugou?”

He won’t admit it, but he loves it when you call him your pretty boy

Especially after you two start dating

You’ll be sitting in the living area of the dorms with some friends playing some games

Bakugou wins and you congratulate him with a kiss on the cheek with

“That’s my pretty boy!”

He still blushes slightly but doesn’t get angry about it because after all, you’re dating, of course, you’re gonna compliment him

In private you’ll call him sexy if you want to tease him

But sometimes there are days where you just want to be affectionate and have him vulnerable beneath you

You’ll kiss him all over his face as his blush grows

You then compliment him when his face finally softens and shows a small smile

“You really are my pretty boy, Suki,”

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Mirio Togata

Mirio is a boy who does blush, but not over the top and very rarely

You have to meet a special set of requirements if you want his blush to appear

And the way to do that is to compliment his body

Mirio is used to people talking about his body

I mean, with a quirk like his, he was constantly showing it off to everybody

He expected comments about it when it was shown

But when you two started dating you threw him for a loop

He was just casually talking to Nejire and Tamaki when you snuck up behind him and grabbed his pecs, giving them a squish

“Look at these big ol’ bara tiddies,” you said playfully as you groped him

Mirio was so stunned from the act that a blush appeared

He never expected it and Nejire laughed about the look on his face while Tamaki looked embarrassed for him

He eventually snapped back and let out a sheepish laugh, but he also sounded giddy because he lowkey liked you feeling him up

Another day he was doing some regular workouts with his friends

Once again he was talking to Nejire and Tamaki when you snuck up behind him

Instead this time you crawled under his legs and stuck your head between his thighs as you made him squish your cheeks

“This boy has thighs for days!” You said as you rubbed your hands up and down his thighs

Again, he was stunned and blushy

Nejire laughed and Tamaki hid his face

This other time happened when he was alone

You see, you had made such a habit of ogling him in front of others that he thought he was safe alone

Nope

He was in the dorm’s kitchen preparing a meal for himself when he saw you walking in

He greeted you with a big smile and offered to make you something

You came up behind him and smacked his ass and continued to squish it in your hand as you pressed your body against his, trapping him against the counter

“Maybe you could let me have a piece of that ass?”

Mirio.exe has stopped working

You laughed as you stood back and removed yourself from him to calm him down

His face was so red, he had no idea what to do

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Shouta Aizawa

Aizawa THINKS he blushes, but doesn’t actually

He’ll pull his capture weapon up to cover his face more when you flirt with him

What makes him act this way is when you compliment his features or give some kind of sexy nickname to him

Aizawa thinks he’s an average looking man

He’s not insecure, he just honestly thinks that of himself

So sometimes you’ll come up to him and rub your face against his to feel his stubble scratch against your cheek

“Damn, I love your stubble, it’s so sexy!”

Cue him averting his eyes and covering his face with his scarf

Another thing you like to do is when you’re alone and lounging together on the couch

You’ll admire his features for a while before you give kisses all over his face

He’ll ask what that was for

“You’re just so handsome, Sho,” you say with a sweet smile

He’ll look away with a surprised grunt and cover his face with his hand

You like to tease him when he does that and tell him how cute he looks, which only makes it worse for him

Sometimes, out of the blue, you like to give him sexy nicknames

“How’s it going, stud?”

“Hey there, hot stuff!”

“Whatcha’ up to, sexy?”

You’ll even say stuff like that in front of his friends and co-workers, but you’re not seductive about it, just casual, so he doesn’t really get mad at you for it

But it does make him pull the scarf up

One of his favorite things you call him though is “hubby”

You’re not married yet, nor engaged, but it really makes his heart pound against his chest when you call him that, especially in front of strangers

“I guess I’ll have that. What do you want, hubby?”

“Awh, isn’t my hubby the best?”

He doesn’t mind that you refer to him as your “hubby”

He was planning on asking you soon anyway

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Tamaki Amajiki

This boy blushes all the time when he’s around you

Even before you dated, of course

Just a simple “hello” and “how are you?” would make him blush and hide his face in the nearest wall

It took him a while to warm up to you, especially since he got a crush the first moment he saw you

You always tried your best to have him comfortable around you, you understood how anxiety could be

Eventually, he started hiding against your back whenever he got anxious

That was when you knew it was time to pop the question

“Tama, do you wanna go on a date with me?”

His face was completely red but he managed to stutter out an answer while furiously nodding

So when you guys started dating his blush reappeared whenever you’re around

But it wasn’t the type of “oh god I just wanna hide” blush

It was the “everything they do is amazing” blush

You’ll sometimes come up and give him a surprise kiss on the cheek

Or sometimes you’ll pick him up in a hug and spin him around

His face is flushed as he buries it in the crook of your neck with his arms wrapped around your shoulders

Other times, you’ll just hold his face in your hand and he leans into it with the sweetest smile

He loves it when you praise him

It makes him feel so much better after he does something he considers difficult, like ordering food or making an important phone call (me too, Tama)

His nerves are all jittery after it’s over and you’re there to soothe them by holding his hand or giving a small peck to his cheek

“That was so good, Tama! I’m proud!”

“You said all that without stuttering! Great job!”

“Wait, you did that all by yourself? My baby boy is growing up so fast!”

He really likes it when you call him your baby boy, it warms his face and his heart

Overall, he’s so happy to have someone so supportive

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Thanks for reading!

#Hawks x reader #Shinso x reader #Hitoshi x reader #Izuku x reader #Midoriya x reader #Deku x reader #Katsuki x reader #Bakugou x reader #Mirio x reader #Togata x reader #Shouta x reader #Aizawa x reader #Tamaki x reader #Amajiki x reader #Shinsou x reader

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misterewrites · 3 years

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Intro to Caitlyn 101 (Mirror’s Edge)

Summary: Caitlyn is a thief looking for the next big score. Used to taking wristwatches and wallets from rich folk, she's aiming to take down bigger game as she discovers the hidden magical world within her hometown. Her first mark is an unassuming shopkeeper and his collect of ancient relics. All set with a plan, Caitlyn makes her move. Though plans rarely go off without a hitch.

Hello everyone! E here, hoping you are all well and staying safe. So the next chapter of my little side project is here! Honestly wasn't planning on getting back to this so soon but I was having fun worldbuilding and character creating and here we are. You can blame my friend @hains-mae for enabling me.

Right so the next thing I write will probably be the part two to this then the next chapter of the Underground. Umm that's really it for me so have a great week, be safe, wear your mask, take care of yourself and your loved ones. Please feel free to reblog, share, leave kudos or leave comments with things you liked or feedback if you read it on a03. I promised I'd try to promote myself more and it feels weird haha.

E is out, have a great one everyone! and here’s the link to the doobly do

---> https://archiveofourown.org/works/30599756/chapters/76014323

There was an arrogance that seemed deeply etched into every aspect of the magical world. She stood among valuable, ancient relics from throughout human history: Vases from Greece lined the shelf above her. A row of Roman gladius blades in various states of decay with only a flimsy glass case between them and Caitlyn’s pocket. Tarnished Victorian era slivered lockets left about like loose change.

Millions dollars worth of the past and she, a stranger, was left unattended with it all.

Technically she wasn’t supposed to be in here with the locked door and close sign but the fact in the 5 minutes it took her to pick the lock and scout the first floor without a single soul attempting to stop her really was a testimony to the haughtiness of the ‘shopkeeper’.

It had been only few months since she saw past the false reality that was superimposed onto hers and she was still readjusting: Magic was real. Elves, dwarves, little halfing folk? Real. People shooting bolts of lightning and flames while riding storm clouds? Real. The guy who kept awkwardly hitting on her every time she tried to get a hotdog from the cart at the corner? Just a regular creep BUT could’ve been magical.

Even their currency was a show of their excessive wealth: Sliver, gold, platinum coins Actual platinum traded away like it was nothing! People starving and helpless on the streets and these bastards just walked with some of the rarest metal on the planet in their pockets like chump change.

Anger bubbled within her stomach along with self righteousness and a bit of her breakfast but she took a deep calming breath, closing her bluish gray eyes. ‘Calm down Cait’ she scolded herself ‘This isn’t the first time you’ve seen excessive wealth squandered and wasted. You’re here for a job so do it and never come back.’

She glanced around the waiting room she found herself in. It was off to the side of the shopping front andthere were very few things of interest in the tiny room: Some old, tattered chairs that had seen better days. A very, very tacky abstract painting hung over a bricked up fireplace. There was a scattering of magazines older than her with loose stables and free roaming pages everywhere.

A place of show and very little use.

“Hello my angel.”

Caitlyn seized up. She had been so caught up in her rage she hadn’t been paying attention to anyone coming down the stairs. Three stories with a handful of people about and nary a sound could heard. Must be some sort of magic.

She shook herself out of her stupor, slowly exhaling to calm her nerves. She forced her lips to curve into the cutest, lost smile she could muster. She opened her purple jacket a bit further so the guy could get a clearer view of her tight white tank top and running shorts.

“Helpless. Remember you’re helpless.” She whispered to herself before whirling about, her long black hair with dyed purple coloring flowed behind her gracefully as if she was an actress in those stupid hair product commercials.

“Oh!” she spoke with mock surprise, scrunching her face cutely as possible “I’m so, so, so sorry! I’m lost and the door was open and sorry!”

She leaned forward, sheepishly scratching the back of her neck as she gave whoever it was a better view of her outfit.

Hook, line and sinker.

“No problem sweetie. No need to lie to me.”

Hook, line and sunk apparently.

She blinked, unsure if she heard what she thought she heard. She glanced up to find a strangely dressed man with the goofiest grin.

He was cute in a ‘I dress as an obscure, indie character for cosplay’kind of way: His messy, unkempt black hair sat under a black fedora. He wore a long black trench coat that had seen better days. At least he preferred more colors than black on black. His collared shirt was a nice baby blue with an equally nice light brown vest. Black dress pants because men’s fashion is incredibly boring and shiny loafers to completed the look. Whatever the look was.

She expected him to be taking a good look at her attire.

What she found was him staring at her.

His warm dark brown eyes were soft, gentle and he refused to break his gaze from her bluish grays even though there were more tempting sights on offer.

She was on the back foot. No wandering glances, no self pleasured smiles. Not even a creepy chuckle. Just a strangely dressed, inch shorter guy looking like he just found the love of his life in this moment.

“I…” she cleared her throat “Umm….did you hear me?”

He gave a quick nod “Yeah. You broke in and you were trying to cover your tracks.”

It wasn’t that he guessed correctly what was she up to that threw her off. It was how casually he said it. More discussing the weather than committing a felony.

She raised an eyebrow, not sure how to proceed from whatever this was. There were always some people who caught on about her intentions fairly quickly but no one had ever been so….indifferent about it.

“I don’t work here.” the man offered, slowly closing the distance between them but leaving the doorframe wide open “I really don’t care that you’re here to rob the place.”

This has to be a trap. This had to be. No one was ever this….laidback. Were the other goons on the side waiting to jump her when she bolted? Was she on camera and he was letting her go knowing full well he had all the evidence he needed to track her down?

Or maybe he really didn’t care. He seemed more interested in talking than stopping her and there was this strange presence about him. A calm she’d never felt before even when her parents were alive. It was odd and foreign to her but she felt safe. Protected.

She shook her head, slowly inching closer to the doorway. The man made no attempt stop her. He just stood there, smiling, hands in his pocket.

The rational part of her brain said to run. This whole thing was botched and it was better to cut her losses than find out first hand what magical creatures could do to her. The less rational side of her head told her to wait, to talk this guy. Lying was obviously pointless but she had a feeling he would answer any questions she’d had and she had plenty.

“So…” she rose a suspicious eyebrow “Not gonna stop me?”

He shook his head “I wish you’d stay but I understand if you don’t want to be found in Andor’s shop. He’s one of those new elves. Less honor more power.”

She blinked. He said elves right? Just threw it out there like it was an everyday matter of fact and not a deeply held secret of her hometown.

“Elves aren’t real.’ Caitlyn said matter of fact.

“We both know better than that.” The man gave a bright smile.

“What do you want?”

The words spilled out of her mouth despite her best attempts but this guy was throwing her off so badly she forgot how to function.

“Talk to you of course.”

The worst kind of people were the sincere ones. They were sappy and gooey. They just so happy it was sickening. They had to be up to something. They had to some scheme or scam or something they were waiting to drop on you. No one was that happy, that purely honest. They were the liars who were so good they convinced themselves they were good people. No one was good and everyone had a dark corner in their soul they hid from the world.

Caitlyn knew she had plenty in whatever was left of her ratty soul.

“And if we talk? Will you let me go?”

The man nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Caitlyn licked her lips anxiously “Promise?”

Promise? What was she 12? No one kept their promises. Not even her.

He placed his hand over his heart “Cross my heart.”

“Let’s talk,”

He jerked his head towards the door “Outside. Don’t want you to ruin your heist.”

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Today was not going how she was expecting. She was thought she was going to break into an elf ran front, scout the area and come back in the middle of the night. She hadn’t been expecting to have coffee and bread with a random stranger on the street.

Well she had coffee, mystery man opted for hot chocolate.

They stood in a strangely comfortable silence a block from Andor’s. The man offered to pay for whatever she wanted and she took him up on it. Couple of baked goods, a sandwich for lunch, some water and of course her cup of wake up juice. If he was mad at her for her splurging at his expense, he hid it well. He just took his coco and some fancy elvish bread. Looked good but Caitlyn wasn’t up for trying other beings food. She didn’t know how it would sit with her stomach.

The elf who ran the cart, a few months ago human to her, waved goodbye to the pair as he counted the human cash the man gave him.

The trench coat cosplay stood patiently, sipping his drink and waited for her to break the silence.

She refused to break the silence first. Not wanting to sound too eager. Eagerness was a weakness and this guy was already throwing her off her rhythm.

“I’m Finnrick by the way.”

She turned to him, unsure if he was messing with her or not.

He gave her the same goofy smile “Finnrick Drift, private investigator.”

“Ah huh.” She nodded slowly “So you’re a magical P.I.? Like elves cheating on their wives, dwarves dodging their taxes P.I.?”

“Sometimes.” He shrugged his shoulders “Ironically elves like dodging on their taxes more than dwarves.”

“Right.”

“You’re new to the whole other side of Newton Haven huh?”

She glanced at her coffee “Lived here my whole life. Really makes me wonder if I lost my mind.”

“Don’t worry, we’re all mad here Alice.”

Why was she talking to him? Why was she being honest? This was weirder and getting weirder every passing second.

Finnrick changed subject “So, robbing Andor? Any particular loot you are after?”

Caitlyn narrowed her eyes “Trying to fish something out of me Finny?”

“Guilty as charged” He beamed with pure happiness “Don’t want you wasting your time on shiny trinkets he cares nothing about.”

Caitlyn remained silent. She wasn’t used to such transparency. Normally this would be the point where the guy would lie or pretend to not have heard or awkwardly switch the subject but Finnrick answered openly and honestly. So far.

“So” Caitlyn straightened up, pulling her jacket wide open “What do you think? Great outfit right?”

Finnrick turned to her with a grin, his cheeks turning a pinkish hue as his eyes locked onto hers “Your body is absolutely lovely but your eyes even more so.”

Caitlyn could feel the flush coming. She coughed loudly, focusing on her drink as she willed the embarrassment away.

Finnrick chuckled lightly but returned to his drink. The silence returned, still comfortable as before.

This is was bad whatever this was. She needed to regain some level of control and stop acting like a teenage girl on her first garbage fire of a date.

“So” she cleared her throat “Mister P.I. what would you recommend taking if not all those millions of dollars of historical items he leaves about?”

Finnrick crushed the foam cup effortlessly as he gestured to the third floor of the shop “His office has a pretty simple safe. He keeps loads of paperwork. His various contracts, accounts, treasure hoards”

Caitlyn scoffed in disbelief even though her eyes shone with excitement “Treasure hoards? Elves? I thought dragons were the hoarders. Weren’t elves supposed to be above all that lovely corruption?”

“No one is above corruption.’ Finnrick answered “Elves are just like everyone else.”

Caitlyn crossed her arms and leaned back with a cocky swagger “And why, pray tell, would I care about boring paperwork?”

“Because it really hurt him in the pride.”

Damn Finnrick was good. Not only she was eager to learn more, she could already feel the smug satisfaction of bringing a powerful prick down a peg fill her cause.

Finnrick seemed to notice this because he went on “Andor is a young elf. 100 years give or take.”

“A hundred years is young?”

“When you live a thousand years every other race is a child to you. Andor’s old man is a swell guy. He’s one of those good elves you see in Tolkien.”

“Tolkien?” Caitlyn furrowed her brow “He wrote the books that those Lord of the Rings films are based on right?”

“Yeah actually.”

“Oh and the Hob…”

“We don’t talk about that.” Finnrick quickly added “But see the problem is Andor’s old man doesn’t know his son has become the small time crime lord. Thinks he’s running an antique business selling off old junk that was gathering dust in the family’s attic.”

Something clicked into place for Caitlyn “Wait. Junk from the attic? You mean all those relics on the shop floor?! THAT’S OLD JUNK!?”

Finnrick gave a casual shrug “Elves are weird. Andor don’t know shit about selling, all his money comes from his illegal business practices. That’s how he keeps the shop afloat.”

“I see” Caitlyn spoke, her bluish grays sparkling with mischievous intent “If those records disappeared, his shop sinks and he has to run back home to daddy.”

“And out of the city” Finnrick finished with a smile “And those records are pretty valuable to loads of people. Easier to fence and less messy to explain than a long lost Greek vase showing up in someone’s private collection. You’d get good prices for those hoard locations alone. Better than trying to carry tons of stolen and lost treasure back to your house.”

Caitlyn eyed Finnrick carefully “And you’re doing this out of the kindness of your heart? Trying to do your ‘civic’ duty to our fair city?”

“Among other things” Finnrick admitted “But mostly for the greater good.”

“Pfft, greater good? Yeah sure buddy. Like you know what’s the greater good.”

“Will you do it?”

Caitlyn paused, allowing all this information sink in. It was much better than she had planned and while she wasn’t sure of Finnrick’s angle, he seemed honest enough. Of course everyone seems honest enough the first time you meet them.

“Let’s say I do” she spoke, placing her hands on her hips to play the part “What’s in it for you?”

“A favor” He replied simply.

She rose a curious eyebrow “A favor? It’s not date with me, is it?”

“No, I plan to earn that one myself.” Finnrick answered cheerfully.

Caitlyn coughed “Fine, good. Not a date. Least you’re not a creep. But a favor is pretty vague.”

“It’ll be simple I promise.”

Caitlyn narrowed her gaze suspiciously “You promise?”

Finnrick put his hand over his heart again “Cross my heart.”

Caitlyn took a moment, weighing the pros and cons of the situation.

Caitlyn offered her hand towards the trench coat cosplayer “You got yourself a deal.”

He gently took her hand in his own and gave it a firm shake. She was surprised when, as he pulled back, she felt a strange metallic item left behind.

She looked at the crystal butterfly hair clip he placed in her hand: It was a beautiful with sliver hues and multi-colored shards of glass across its wings.

“What’s this?”

“A gift.”

Caitlyn felt uneasy with the ornament in her palm: It felt cold and distant like it was feeling her out and wasn’t liking what it found.

“It’s attuning to you.” Finnrick explained “It’s syncing up to your whole aura.”

“Aura?” Caitlyn shot him a glare of disbelief “This isn’t one of those new age hippie things is it?”

Finnrick shook his head “It’s a magical item. Yours specifically. Everything alive has a deep and very convoluted to explain connection to this plane. The hairclip is trying to match yours so you and only you can use it.”

“It feels wrong.”

“Because it doesn’t know you yet. It will.”

Caitlyn felt unease about whatever this was. Part of her wanted to toss it as far as she could. The worst part was she felt the item probing at her, changing temperatures as if trying find a comfortable setting for both of them. Burning one moment and too cold the next. This was magic and it made her felt like she knew nothing.

But part of her felt it slowly and subtly trying to match her, focusing on her and on her place in the universe. It felt more natural each passing moment and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t curious what mister detective over here was letting her borrow.

Caitlyn blew a strand of hair out of her face “How long does this usually take?”

“An hour.” Finnrick reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone “Oh shoot I have a meeting to get to.”

He turned to leave and suddenly Caitlyn felt alone. Awkward just standing in the street without someone to talk to.

“Wait!” She reached for him but quickly pulled back when he faced her “….any advice?”

Finnrick scratched his chin for a moment “Red tiles. Avoid them or they’ll blast you off the roof.”

“G-gotcha.” Caitlyn didn’t want to know what blast off the roof was code for “A-and the hairclip? What’s it do?”

Finnrick gave a cheeky grin and Caitlyn could feel her face flush “I guess you’ll have to find out angel. Bye for now. May we meet again soon.”

And like that, he was off. Strolling down the straight with a bounce in his step and humming a tune.

Caitlyn glanced at the ornate hairclip in her hand.

Turns out there was a lot more to this magical world than she thought.

#Mirror's edge #Original Work #original story #my work

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skzshortcake · 3 years

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heyy can i please request hogwarts au, friends to lovers with the prompt number 16 with jeongin ?? thank youu ily ♡

member: gryffindor! jeongin (sorting by @luminois )

prompt: #16 “my hands are really dry. sorry about that.”

au: hogwarts

trope: friends to lovers

warnings: it has been a while since i’ve read harry potter, please politely correct me if I mess anything up!

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you practically hurdled over the remaining students in the hall, nearly dropping your books in the process. jeongin had invited you to sit with him and his friends today in potions class, and you promised him you would.

you had promised him the week before, and the week before that too... but hey! you couldn’t help it that your friends took your robes and that you had to stay up late to study, or that your previous professor talks really slow. you get the point!

you barely managed to shove the door open with your arms full of textbooks, and almost instantly you lock eyes with jeongin. you had known him for a couple months. you mainly talked to him in the classes you shared, or hung out on the weekends.

but heavens, his eyes were gorgeous. gorgeous and vast dark stars that he possessed. he probably didn’t even know it, knowing how oblivious he could be.

he was a heavy contrast to the slytherin house’s pride (one of them at least, but chan wasn’t in his potions class too), hyunjin, who was probably the school’s “most adored boy”. and who could blame them? he was elegant and put-together. but you had your eyes on a different boy...

“he probably only thinks we’re friends...” you tell yourself as you weave past the desks to sit at the spot jeongin had reserved for you.

he takes his books off of your desk, happily sitting down in the chair next to you, flashing a bright smile at you.

“you made it!” he snickers at you, his eyes turning into happy crescents. oh if only you could give him house points for “prettiest smile at hogwarts”...

50 points to gryffindor...

“I did. somehow, at least.”

“i’m glad you’re here.” he whispered to you as his friends walked back over. “hey felix! y/n made it this time.”

more conversation was exchanged between your group, and soon enough class started.

tap tap tap.

a couple minutes in, you whip your head to the side to see jeongin handing you a folded up piece of parchment, his head turned to focus on the teacher. you accept it, but can’t help but notice how jittery-looking jeongin is, twirling his quill in his hand as you accept it.

familiar handwriting was on the note.

“meet me in the library after classes? in the same corner?”

it was jeongin’s round and thin handwriting.

ah, the corner. where you both first met, or at least where you both first talked. jeongin had accidentally bumped into you a few months ago, and recognized you from a couple of his classes, and soon enough you were practically best friends.

you scribble down a quick “yes” and crumple it back up, handing it to jeongin as slyly as you could, trying to keep your professor from noticing.

what did he need to specifically meet for?

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as soon as class ends, jeongin sends you a quick wink as his friends practically smuggle him out of the classroom with their boisterous chatter that you could barely comprehend.

but you did keep your promise on the first try this time, actually getting to the corner of the library barely two minutes after all classes were over. he soon met you, looking tired from running down the stairs.

“I- I have something... something to tell you.” he tried to keep his voice at a whisper as he heaved in big breaths of air.

“go on.” you let him take a moment to calm down and explain himself.

should he hold your hands as he confessed? no that’s too cheesy... does he kiss you? no definitely not yet. eye contact? winks? smile? he desperately tried to remember the advice hyunjin had spewed out all the time. the poor gryffindor boy just wanted his confession to be perfect. maybe perfect enough that you would accept his offer.

he finally settled on holding both of your hands, so he set his books down on the floor and bravely held your hands in his, taking one more deep breath.

“y/n, I have feelings for you. I have for a while now.”

“feelings for you? that’s way too formal!” he internally screamed at himself for already messing this up. his eyes averted back to the floor.

you gently squeezed his hands to try and calm him down as you tried to find the right words to accept his confession.

he must have thought you were stalling to try and politely decline.

“and if you don’t accept, it’s totally okay! just forget this ever happened. can we still be friends?” he let go of your hands in a panic, putting his hands over his eyes for a moment before looking back down at his shoes.

“I don’t want to just be friends with you, I want to be more than friends.” you reach out to hold his hands again, and he looked back up at you as if you held the secrets to the world.

“really?” he tried to keep his voice at a whisper and not jump for joy. you both were in a library after all.

“I really do.”

the sleeves to his robe were slipping down over his hands and yours, so he hurriedly pulled them back up and held your hands again, a nervous smile on his angelic face. “my hands are really dry. sorry about that.” he timidly chuckled. “so... is that a yes?”

“yes. yes it is. silly boy, I just said I wanted to be more than friends.” you giggle and reach up to rub his arm. he seemed to calm down for a moment, before it finally set in that he had the significant other of his dreams.

“oh my gosh, you said yes!” he whisper yelled, looking a bit shocked.

“I think it’s time we get out of here. come get a snack with me?” you tug at his arm to leave the library, and without hesitating he grabs both of your stacks of books, hesitantly reaching out his other hand to hold yours.

he held your hand as if you were an angel that could leave at any moment, a heavenly angel sent to be there for him. he couldn’t help but feel so important and special as you looked at him with sparkling eyes. he tried to hide his blush behind the stack of books, but you still noticed. his friends wouldn’t ever let him hear the end of this.

and gosh, he was the cutest gryffindor boy to walk the planet. maybe ever.

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mellowswriting · 4 years

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A Good Thing

pairing || Marcus Pike x fem!Reader

warnings || pregnant!reader so a bunch of pregnancy stuff, a lil bit of angst but mostly fluff, soft Marcus, lotsa tears, food mention, overuse of italics probably oops

word count || 2,173

a/n || Welcome to the first installment of the Dad!Marcus series! Ever since @absurdthirst‘s amazing Marcus fics put Marcus as a dad in my head, it has been living here rent free and I couldn’t help but indulge myself and anyone else who loves the World’s Best Boyfriend™. Side note, this gif is the exact facial expression I’m imagining when he realizes what you’re trying to tell him

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The positive sign on the pregnancy test made you feel like you were going to throw up again for the third time that evening alone. You could feel your heartbeat through your entire body, your breaths coming and going in ragged bursts. The test clattered slightly when you set it on the bathroom counter, a product of your trembling fingers. There was no telling how far along you were; the curse of an irregular period granted you no real timeline. It was like any logical mind you had went straight out the window and all you could focus on was the fear, each thought coming and going too fast for you to even catch your breath.

You rubbed a hand down your face, trying to calm your racing heart, and in turn, your racing thoughts. Marcus wanted kids, you knew that. Hell, the two of you had just talked about it last week, how you both wanted kids in the future. You laughed a humorless laugh at the fact that you agreed on waiting a bit longer for kids all the while being pregnant. How ironic. No matter how many times you repeated to yourself that Marcus would be happy about this, an ugly conglomeration of anxiety and fear bubbled in your stomach. The excitement was there underneath it all, you could feel it. But the one anxious question that bounced through your head overwhelmed everything else.

What the hell were you going to do if he wasn’t ready?

It didn’t help that you knew Marcus would be home any second and god knows he would be able to tell something was going on with one look at your face. Your sweet, sweet Marcus. He read you like a well-worn novel over and over with familiarity and love, his hands gently bending your spine and dog earring his favorite pages. With eyes screwed shut tightly, you repeated to yourself in a hoarse whisper, “It’s going to be fine. Marcus will be happy about this. It’s going to be fine. Marcus will be happy about this.”

“Sweetheart? I’m home!” Marcus’s voice filtered up the stairs and through the closed bathroom door, and your breathing hitched. Your hands still trembling, you shoved the test in your pocket and slowly made your way down the stairs, heading right for the sound of Marcus clattering about the kitchen. There was no point in putting it off. The sight of your boyfriend pulling containers of Chinese food from paper bags made you smile despite your anxieties. In the first moments of returning home, you felt Marcus looked his cutest. His hair was always mused and all over the place, tie either loosened or hanging over his shoulder completely undone, eyes tired but happy. He wore a similar smile when he turned to you, but it dropped the moment he took in your disheveled state. “What’s wrong?”

Yeah, you were right.

“Marcus, honey -” You started, but the smell of takeout suddenly had your stomach lurching despite already being empty. You pressed your knuckles against your lips, willing your body to stop dry heaving. A warm hand slid down your back comfortingly; it brought you back to the many times he held your hair back for you when you were hungover or had the stomach flu, and tears pricked your eyes. You knew the whole hormone thing was wild, but holy shit. “Mm, fuck...hold on.”

It’s going to be okay. Marcus will be happy about this.

“Are you sick, sweetheart?” Marcus asked, his eyes and voice full of worry. He pulled you closer to his side and led you into the living room to settle you onto the couch before sitting next to you. You couldn’t help the small laugh you gave when his hand pressed to your forehead and slid down to your cheeks. “You don’t have a fever. Have you been throwing up? I swear, you always manage to get sick around this time of year, it’s like the world’s worst superpower.”

It’s going to be okay. Marcus will be happy about this.

“Marcus.” You interrupted his rambling, the tears threatening to fall. “Uh, I-I... fuck, okay…”

Marcus’s hand settled on your shoulder softly, his fingertips rubbing small circles into your skin. He said nothing and you knew he was trying to encourage you to go on, but you couldn’t get the words past the lump in your throat. Instead, you pulled the test out of your pocket and pressed it into his other hand. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, his confusion obvious, and the second it clicked in his head, his eyes went wide. You were bouncing your leg without even realizing it, the nerves needing some sort of physical outlet before you exploded.

“Wait, you’re pregnant?” Marcus whispered, his voice an octave or twelve higher in his surprise. He exhaled, loud and hard, and the hand on your shoulder tightened slightly before sliding to the sweet spot where your neck and shoulder met. His eyes met yours and holy shit. The sight of your boyfriend, the man you loved more than anything in the world, staring at you with those warm chocolate eyes shining with tears and wonder and happiness… “We’re having a baby?”

You nodded and laughed wetly, only then realizing that you were crying openly, but you didn’t care. Not when relief and excitement surged in your chest, threatened to drown you in the warm waves that filled you to bursting. The back of your hand brushed the tears away quickly. “Yeah, we are, Marcus. We’re having a baby.”

The smile that broke out on Marcus’s face could have lit up the entire planet. That’s exactly what he was - the sun. Your sun. Everything he did warmed you; every kind gesture, every kiss, every smile. He filled you with warmth and life and fostered something bright and beautiful to grow within you, no longer just an inexpressible sense of belonging. It was tangible.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re happy about this, Marcus.” You murmured, your eyes slipping closed in your relief. “I was so scared.”

“Scared? Why were you scared?” Marcus asked.

“We just talked about waiting to have kids. I don’t know, I just…” You sighed. “I was worried that you weren’t ready, that this...wouldn't be a good thing.”

“This is a good thing. You think so, right?” Marcus clambered to his knees in front of you when you nodded emphatically, his excitement as palpable as a hyper puppy, and he buried his face in your belly, whispering quiet ‘oh my god’s over and over. Your entire body shook with your bright laughter, one hand curling in his hair to hold him close. It was perfect, watching him nuzzle against your belly, his face wet with his own tears that soaked into your shirt. You could feel him rumble as he spoke right into your stomach, “This is such a good thing.”

You couldn’t find the words to express your happiness, your relief, but you didn’t need them. Marcus knew. He leaned up with a final kiss to your belly and settled his hands on either side of your face to give you a soft kiss. No matter how many times you shared soft moments like this, it always felt like the first time. The soft glide of his lips against yours, his tongue swiping at your lower lip before drawing it between his teeth to nip at it gently...it killed you every time in the best possible way. The hard press of plastic against your hair made you crinkle your nose and pull away, batting his hands away from your head.

“Marcus, I peed on that, get it out of my hair!” You cracked up at the guilty expression on his face as he put it behind him on the coffee table. It disappeared the second he started laughing too, and the two of you devolved into a fit of laughter, clinging to each other as you shook. “Ohhhh my god. I don’t think I could possibly be happier.”

Marcus hummed where he plastered himself against you, chest to chest, and you relished in the warmth. That is, until he suddenly scrambled to his feet and took off for the stairs, leaving you with empty arms and a confused laugh. He shouted for you to “just hold on!” when you called up to him to ask what the hell he was doing, your voice still laced with amusement. You could hear the sound of rushed footsteps, drawers opening and closing roughly, and just when you were about to call out for him again, Marcus flew around the corner and returned to his spot in front of you, on his knees and panting like he just ran a marathon.

“What in the world was that about?” You ask with a laugh, brushing his hair out of his face gently.

“I...I have been trying to find the perfect time for this for weeks, and I couldn’t think of a more fitting moment.” Marcus exhaled shakily as he presented a small black velvet box in the space between you, and your heart stopped in your chest. His voice quivered, “You have made me the happiest man in the world being the mother of my child. Please...please do me the honor of being my wife, too.”

“Oh...my god. Of course, of course I will.” You whispered, the tears returning to your eyes unbiddenly. You leaned down and kissed him, hard and passionate, desperate to make him feel just how ecstatic you were. Marcus’s empty hand gripped the back of your neck tightly and pulled you into him, both of you kneeling on the floor and crying like a couple of weirdos.

You peck his lips, then his jaw, his cheek, his nose - you kiss all over his face even when he scrunches up his nose and chuckles at your antics. Once you felt like every inch of his handsome, blushing face had been lavished with your affection, you nuzzled him gently, brushing your nose against his. Marcus was practically shaking beneath you and you knew. You knew he had deep seated fears that you would abandon him, that you would drop him out of nowhere like others before you had done. It was something he told you in the dark of night, in those moments when fears felt like they could be bared without a disastrous fallout. Not you, though. Their loss, you had told him. You hated that Marcus Pike, truly the sweetest man you had ever met, had to experience such loss and heartbreak, but you had no issue in being the one to show him just how much good he deserved.

“God, I was wrong.” You said as you watched Marcus slide a beautifully cut engagement ring onto your left hand. “Now I couldn’t be happier.”

“Yeah?” Marcus whispered with that dazzlingly bright smile, leaning into your hand when you brushed his tears away. “Me too.”

That dopey grin followed him the entire night and you couldn’t think of a prettier sight. You traced your fingertips over the crinkle at the corner of his eyes and they deepened with his smile. You both went straight to bed once dinner had been eaten - the need to hold each other and rest was too much to ignore after the intense day you had.

“We have so much to do.” Marcus said, his voice low and rumbly in that delicious way you loved. “I think we should move my office to the guest bedroom, that way the nursery is upstairs. Won’t have to walk as far, they’ll be nice and close by. Shit, we gotta get you on those prenatal vitamins, too. I guess the doctor’s appointments come before that though, right? Plus -”

“Breathe, Marcus. We have plenty of time. Well, except for the doctor part. Let’s start looking for one in the morning, yeah? Gotta get a good one.” You rubbed circles into his chest, smiling when he hummed happily. Marcus settled his hand above your belly button, his thumb swiping back and forth gently, and you couldn’t help but slide his hand lower, right between your hips. “They’re right here, honey. Safe and sound.”

Marcus’s breath caught in his throat and he drug you against him, that needy part of him rearing up and itching to have your back flush against his chest. The feeling of his large frame curled against you made you feel safe, cared for. He made you feel safe. Your Marcus and the new life the two of you had created together. - your little family. You shivered at the feeling of the kisses he peppered against your neck and shoulder and laced your fingers with his where they splayed between your hips. The last thing you saw before sleep overtook you was your fiancé’s hand cradling your belly gently, your hand atop his, and the glint of moonlight reflecting off of your engagement ring.

That night was the best sleep you ever had.

#marcus pike the mentalist #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x y/n #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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ironmandeficiency · 4 years

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dropped hints never picked up

pairing: wolffe / reader

word count: 2203

summary: wolffe’s been trying to catch your attention for a while now, but you’re more oblivious than he thought you’d be. this is the last time wolffe goes to boost for advice.

req: Wolffe x reader, #15 from the prompt list?

“Hi, I’ve been subtle at hinting that I want your attention all day and you haven’t noticed once and now I’m pissed.”

a/n: i had two ppl request this prompt for wolffe and it made it all the more important to perfect this piece. i changed a couple of words but the meaning is still the same so 🤷🏻‍♀️ no beta, just me on my bullshit

79’s was crowded as always, the music loud and the smell of booze permeating the air. it was comforting when paired with the company of the wolfpack, the battalion you worked under as a medic serving as both pleasant company and a deterrent for unwanted visitors. wolffe had a hand resting on your knee, the commander occasionally giving it a soft squeeze throughout the night.

three nights prior, wolffe found himself sitting on boost’s bunk, head in his hands. for weeks he’d been grappling with the emotions running rampant through his body like a raging blurrg. they were emotions he never wanted to feel, ones he’d been trying to repress to no avail.

boost, oddly enough, seemed to know exactly why wolffe was waiting on him before the commander had even opened his mouth. wolffe wanted to make a move and boost was going to be the one to help him. he advised wolffe on ways to be subtle but still show more affection than normal, things like extra physical contact and some offhand but sweet compliments to kinda nudge things along.

it made sense to him; you weren’t one for big showy signs of affection and he wasn’t a showy kind of guy. you had a way of knowing what he wanted to say when he wasn’t in the mood to speak, seeming to pick up on his moods with a familiarity he didn’t expect to share with someone outside of his brothers or even general buir. there were times where you both would complete each other’s sentences (it was disgustingly cute in the eyes of the rest of the ‘pack) and the blood would rush to your cheeks, wolffe immediately turning away to hide his own blush.

right now you were sandwiched between wolffe and boost, the former on the outside of the booth claimed upon arrival. drinks were passed around by comet who knew how you enjoyed your fruity cocktails with the twisty straws and umbrellas and did not fail in bringing one your way. you thanked him with a smile as you took a small sip, savoring the taste of your drink as well as wolffe’s hand on your knee.

he’d gotten quite a bit more affectionate lately and seemed to be touch starved, so you didn’t comment on the uptick in contact (you didn’t want him to think you weren’t okay with it because you were plenty okay with it) as you let yourself revel in his warmth.

“wolffe, do you wanna try?” you hold your drink towards him with a soft smile. he’d confided in you several days ago that he had a sweet tooth to rival a small child and comet did bring you one of the sweeter cocktails offered at the bar.

your hands brush lightly as he takes the drink from your outstretched hand. he briefly smells the concoction before taking a sip, and judging by the soft smile on his lips he liked the pineapple mango-rita. “not bad, cyare,” he gingerly hands you back your drink, hands once again making brief contact.

“if you like that one, i think you’d also like the nubian smile. it’s a favorite of mine.”

“i’ll have to try it some time.”

then warthog mentions wolffe’s name in whatever story he’s begun and the moment’s broken.

conversation flowed as freely as the bar’s beer tap. you sipped lightly at your single drink and listened more than you spoke. there were several stories shared that you hadn’t heard before, like how sinker got his name and the time boost tried to prank commander cody, that had you laughing uncontrollably and leaning closer to wolffe’s side. he responded in kind and soon moved his hand from your knee and wrapped it around your shoulder, subconsciously pulling you into him. it was more relaxing than you would like to admit.

wildfire had finished ratting out boost for sneaking bubble wrap into dozens of bedrolls when you went to sip your drink and got surprised when the pineapple wedge bonked you on the nose instead.

your face scrunched at the prickly skin of the fruit and wolffe thought it was the cutest face he’d ever seen. the offending fruit wedge was then plucked from the rim and glared at for a brief moment as if it could feel shame for its actions.

the plan was to eat it as punishment for its crimes but wolffe had other plans, playfully snatching it from you and taking a chunk out for himself. he was smug about it, eyes holding yours captive in a “what’re you gonna do about it?” look while his mouth twisted into a playful grin.

“hey, that was mine!”

“gotta be quicker than that, dear,” he replied as he took another bite before sliding it back onto its previous perch.

everyone else at the booth was about to vomit but it wouldn’t be from the booze.

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you were glued to wolffe’s side the rest of the night at the bar and on the way back to the barracks. neither of you had enough to drink to completely explain the constant small smiles and excessive contact, but you didn’t care. wolffe was here and might as well have been holding you and you were living for it.

he had asked to walk you to your quarters with a gentle hand in yours, thumb smoothing across your knuckles tenderly. you were so absorbed in the skin to skin contact that you could only nod in consent.

the walk there was filled with small talk and nervous touches, both of you leaning into each other without realizing that’s what you were doing. before you knew it, you were in front of your door. neither of you acknowledged the arrival until wolffe grabbed your hand in both of his, tightening his hold briefly.

“sleep well, cyare. i’ll see you tomorrow.” his voice was soft and rumbly, attesting to the late hour and the evening spent drinking.

“see you in the morning, wolffe, goodnight.”

he lifted your hand still grasped in his toward him, placing a feather-light kiss to your palm. it was the gentlest thing you’ve ever seen him do and the fact it was with you sent warmth through your veins. his eyes were locked onto yours as he placed the kiss, keeping you in place.

you were desperate to give something, to reciprocate the tender way he touched you, but he was already leaving you in front of your now-open door for the night. when did your door open? and since when was wolffe so soft towards you?

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the goodnight kiss wasn’t acknowledged aloud after that but you both thought about it constantly. you had no idea where it came from yet your entire being seemed to yearn for him to do it again when in his presence.

since then he became more open with his affection, even holding your hand in front of his brothers (that would tease a tiny bit before being shut down with a glare that dared them to question his happiness). you responded in kind, holding his hand right back and always finding a way to him after long nights when you were all sent to one planet or another. it was pure bliss and you weren’t going to question it.

but then, while planetside somewhere in the mid-rim, he seemed to not have anything to do besides trail you in your work.

the morning (very early morning) began like many of them had started to since the night at 79’s, you cradled by wolffe’s arms where he clung to you in your sleep as if to keep you from flying away. a fellow medic seemed timid to wake you once they noticed whose arms were keeping you down, the newer woman repeating flustered apologies for the interruption as if it weren’t your job to be woken up like this.

from that moment on through the rest of day, you didn’t spend more than a minute with wolffe at a time. not for his lack of trying.

he would appear seemingly out of nowhere every couple hours or so while you were bandaging one wound or cleaning another, words precise but tone gentle.

“hey cyare, the locals invited several of us for lunch to celebrate our arrival. wondered if you wanted to come with me.”

“you’ve been on your feet for hours, come have a seat for a minute.”

“sinker was playing a game with some of the kids, you shoulda seen his face when they beat him.”

turning the invitation down hurt more than it should have, but you had too many wounded and too few hands to help you with the workload. there was nothing in you that could justify going to a dinner prepared by the people you were here to serve.

a few hours later, he brought a plate back for you so you didn’t completely miss out on eating something that wasn’t rations. it took some convincing but he was able to sit you down and get you to take a moment for yourself to eat. while you ate, he gravitated around the medtent and offered his services where he could to alleviate the guilt he knew you felt for sitting. it was touching to see him talk to the various patients so gently, the children having not an ounce of worry about the giant, strong soldier.

with more effort than you thought it would take on your end (because part of you simply didn’t want to), the commander was shooed out of the tent so you could continue to work.

a couple hours later wolffe showed up again, telling you about a beautiful view one of the scouts found while on patrol that he wanted to show you. the flowers he described were vibrant in color and scent, decorating the landscape with hues previously unknown to many of his men. he wanted to show it to you, help you relax because you had indeed been on your feet nearly the entire day.

when you turned him down yet again, his eyebrows furrowed together and he looked upset. it was a reaction you were not expecting by any means. the other times you didn’t accept his invitations he simply tucked you under his arm briefly and pressed a kiss to your temple. this change in mood was unsettling.

“wolffe, what’s wrong? talk to me.” it worried you to see him distraught, the reason unknown. approaching him slowly, you rested a hand on his shoulder that he quickly moved away, choosing instead to grip it in his a bit tighter than usual.

he took a deep breath to steady himself before answering you, trying to dispel the anger and hurt to avoid making you feel guilty. it didn’t work as well as he wanted it to because his voice was gruff when he answered. “i just-“ he took another breath to steady himself. “gods, y/n, i’ve been subtly hinting that i want your attention all day and you haven’t noticed once and i’m pissed.”

that’s what he’d been trying to do? it made so much sense now! how did you miss it?

your other hand met his that still held you, smoothing over the skin on the top of his hand in consolation. “wolffe, i’m sorry. i just got so wrapped up in work today that everything else just passed right over my head.” you felt guilty. he was only trying to help you and spend time with you and there you were just turning him down!

“and that’s why i kept trying, cyare. you work so hard and while i admire it, i would much rather you spend time with me than the bacta patches.” the smile returned to his face at your ministrations but his eyebrows didn’t soften.

something was clearly confusing him but questioning him before he had his thoughts in order would do nothing to help. so you stood with him and continued to hold his hands as he thought, hoping that whatever he was thinking about wouldn’t hurt him when fully realized.

“do you… want to spend time with me?”

you were shocked. how did he not realize that every time you didn’t go with him today you lost a little pep in your step? each time he came in, your resolve weakened and if he had pushed just a tiny bit more to get you to come with him, you would have given in. you explain this to him with a soft smile.

“i’m sorry for pushing you away today, wolffe. i’d love to go with you.”

the smile that lit up wolffe’s face could have powered the entire planet of coruscant with its radiance. “i’d love to take you, cyare.” you let the commander guide you out of the medtent and towards the promised landscape, too wrapped up in each other to notice the sergeant and lieutenant watching them.

“about damn time! shit, why did it take so long?!”

“shut up, sinker! they were trying to take it slow, be subtle about it!”

“whose dumbass idea was that?”

a pause. “mine.”

“okay, it wasn’t that dumb.”

“thank you.”

“i’m kidding, it was extremely dumb.”

#star wars reader insert #star wars fanfic #star wars imagines #star wars the clone wars #star wars #commander wolffe #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe imagines #we love and respect commander wolffe in this house #commander wolffe is an entire damn meal #wolfpack x reader #boost and sinker are idiots #they're lovable idiots tho so it's fine

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someone-worth-racing-for · 3 years

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You know when some girlfriends/boyfriends are a bit insecure and they’re in a long distance relationship and they get a little anxious when their partner took some time to answer their texts or to call them back? They will say things like “why you didn’t text me back?” or “why you took so long?” or even “were you with someone else?” I know it’s not healthy for a relationship, but sometimes people are just too hurt about a past they had or too insecure. Sometimes it’s really bad for real. Would you consider writing something that shows Lando being like this with Carlos? Set around the time Carlos was already in Italy and had to spend a lot of time with the Ferrari team and Lando would understand this, but at night when he thought he would have Carlos’s attention, he didn’t. Some evenings he didn’t have a text back, but that was because Carlos was working late with the team and his phone died off, something along this. But Lando being insecure, he would freak out with his boyfriend in the next day.

Yeah, I exactly know what you mean, anonym - haven’t we all been there once? Or at least haven't we asked ourselves those questions at least once, when someone didn’t answer instantly? I can so picture Lando to be that way, even without wanting so and also actually exactly knowing that it was “wrong”, because he has no reason to feel this way with Carlos, but still he does and gives himself more trouble than necessary with it.

I have written a little story to it - I hope you will like how it turned out in the end 🤗

Thanks for the inspiration! ❤️

Irreplaceable

This was definitely the part of being a Scuderia Ferrari driver Carlos hated. It wasn’t like he had done it on purpose to break his promise once again, to postpone their date night again, to take another night shift at the factory or that his phone had died off at some point during the evening, before he could inform his boyfriend about anything of it.

It wasn’t like he could ask someone to borrow him their phone, so he could call Lando and break so his already tattered heart into a million pieces with telling him that they also won’t be able to spend this evening together like he had actually promised him this morning, because no one knew about them being a couple.

The Spaniard had tried to stay focus the whole time long at the factory, but thinking about his boyfriend, sitting there all alone in his house back in the UK and waiting for him to finally call him, after they hadn’t been able to talk properly to each other the other day and also not the day before, broke Carlos’ heart as well and he felt like he was the worst boyfriend ever.

He was so sorry about how things had turned out lately between them since he had moved to Italy. Carlos, actually they both, had been aware about that things won’t be easy for them and for their relationship, but still it had turned out to be even more challenging and harder than they had even dared to think about.

With Carlos, Lando had his first relationship with, not only with another man but also in general. So the Spaniard was aware about that the younger one never had it easy since they were together with everything being so new to him, also not in the beginning, when their relationship was still developing back then, but Lando had got used pretty quickly to always have him around, to always have him close whenever he needed him in a weak moment, but now this close and also kind of clingy relationship had turned into a long-distance one and even when it hadn’t already been easy for Lando before, Carlos couldn’t even imagine how difficult it had to be for him right now.

Lando needed him in so many ways and it just broke the Spaniard’s heart to know, that he won’t be able to pull him close tonight, show him how much he loved and adored him and how important he was for him as well. When his work for today will finally be done, he will have to come back home to an empty, quiet flat, while the young Brit probably cried his eyes out in desperation miles and miles away from here.

Carlos was everything Lando had in that regard, because no one had a clue about them being a couple. He couldn’t talk with anyone else about it or how he felt. Why he was so insecure, thoughtful, even anxious all the time. Why he always felt so lonely.

By the time Carlos was finally able to plug his phone into the charger at home, he was breathless from running all the way from his car up to his flat, taking three stairs at once and making himself the biggest guilty conscience ever.

The few minutes he had to wait, till he was able to turn on his phone again, he wandered all nervously and worrying up and down his place, before he decided to use the time and take a quick shower. Also because he would have probably become insane if he had kept on like that.

When he was finally able to turn on his phone, it got instantly floated with plenty of missed calls and even more unread messages. All together he counted eight missed calls, all from his boyfriend and twelve unread messages, where especially three gave him chills

“Why you don’t text me back?”

Carlos knew that Lando was afraid about that he will forget about him once he will be in Italy. About that he will start to find him annoying with all those messages he will write him, with all these calls every evening, with all the attention he will need, even more now that Carlos will be gone. That he will become that frustrated about having such a clingy boyfriend that he will simply stop to text him back at one point.

“Why you take so long?”

Lando was worried about that Ferrari will become more important for his boyfriend than he, even when Carlos had already promised him so often that he will always stay the centre of his life, no matter what. Yes, this chance here with Ferrari was important for him as well, but he would never leave the younger one behind only to follow just one dream of him any more. Because Lando was his dream as well and he just couldn’t imagine a life where he couldn’t have both.

“Are you with someone else?”

That last message of his boyfriend made Carlos feel like he was the worst person ever, because he exactly knew that this right here was Lando’s biggest fear. He had always been afraid about, and sadly he also still was, to not be enough for him. The younger one was concerned about that his boyfriend could meet someone in Italy, someone so much prettier and better than him, that will show Carlos how blind he had been all the time to be together with someone like him.

And even when the Spaniard had told his boyfriend already so many, many times, that he really didn’t have to worry about that at all, because for Carlos he was the most beautiful, funniest, cutest, most adorable and loveable human on this planet, he could still see deep inside Lando’s eyes his fear about that Carlos could replace him so easily if he only wanted.

But for the Spaniard, Lando was perfect, everything he had never even dared to dream about and even more. Carlos felt so blessed and also proud about calling him his boyfriend, but Lando always thought so low of himself, his look-like, his being, his behaviour and also about his experiences and Carlos just hated it whenever he did so, because if Lando would see himself through his eyes, he would see how strong he actually was.

So much stronger than he was even aware about with his still so young age. How beautiful he was, in- and outside. How brave he actually was all the time and how proud he made Carlos with it, because he really knew that this all here wasn’t easy for him, but still Lando had not only agreed to first find out about what those feelings they had for each other really meant, but he had also supported Carlos in his decision to leave the team, when their relationship and everything that came with it was still pretty new and they both hadn’t known in which direction it was going.

Lando also had understanding with that the Spaniard will spend a lot of time with his new team at the factory in Italy at the beginning and also through the whole year. He had never complained about it, because he knew how important this was for the older one, but he had at least thought that the evenings will belong to them, that Carlos will be all his during the nights, but now everything had turned out different and it felt like the two of them weren’t even on the same planet any more.

With lightly shaking hands, because he was afraid about in which state his boyfriend will be, Carlos called his number and waited all impatiently for him to finally answer it. But he didn’t, not by his first try and also not by his fifth.

But the Spaniard was aware about that after an evening like this, Lando wasn’t able to find any rest. He was probably still crying his eyes out, while thinking about the worst possible scenarios.

Already all worriedly, Carlos tipped quickly a message into his phone, because he was concerned about that the younger one was maybe already close to a panic attack or maybe even worse. He wrote Lando to please answer his calls, because he just knew that he was still up and he needed to talk to him.

The Spaniard waited some endless moments, but his boyfriend didn’t try to call him and he also didn’t text him back. Carlos quickly checked the just-in-case, saved phone number of Adam Norris on his phone, because if he won’t be able to reach Lando in the next few minutes, he will have to call his boyfriend’s father, even when it would mean that they will find out so about their relationship with asking him to please look after his son, because he was so worried about him.

Carlos sure as hell won’t find any peace tonight if he won’t be able to reach Lando soon and make sure he was alright. But luckily it didn’t have to come that far, when after his unsuccessful FaceTime calls, the Spaniard tried to just call the younger one this time and Carlos’ heart almost stopped to beat, when he got it that his boyfriend had really accepted his call.

“Lando?” But Carlos wasn’t even surprised, when the other end of the line stayed quiet. But he knew that the younger one was listening, just still too upset to say anything yet. So he finally went on with the softest and most compassionate voice he could manage at this time of the night and with all his worries.

“Oh, mi corazon. I’m so, so sorry. I know it’s a bad excuse, but my phone died, I have forgotten my charger at home and everything has taken longer at the factory than I have expected it to be once again. I’m so damn sorry. It really hasn’t been my intention to make you worry so much. I know you have probably waited all evening long for me to finally call you back and answer your messages, but I promise you, I haven’t forgotten about you, not one second. You were actually all I was thinking about the whole time long. I just wanted to get back home, call you, see your pretty face, talk to you, watch a movie with you together, listen to your voice, watch you falling asleep. And believe me, I wasn’t with someone else, mi amor. I would never cheat on you, you exactly know that. There is no one out there I could ever love the same way as I love you. I know how you are feeling at the moment, but there is actually no reason for you to feel that way, mi corazon. No one will ever be able to replace you in my life, because I actually need you as much as you need me.”

No words came from the other end, but still Carlos knew Lando had listened to his words, because all quietly he could hear him cry into the phone. “Don’t cry, mi corazon. It’s okay, I’m finally here and I promise to be there for you now and I will even stay awake the whole night with you together if you want me to. I’m so sorry my little, precious boy.”

Carlos had to swallow down his own tears and the tight knot inside his throat, because he had to stay strong for his boyfriend and make him feel better with any cost, because Carlos himself had been the reason why he was in this state right now.

“I know I’m horrible.” It suddenly still came from Lando. It was actually only a quiet, almost inaudible whimper, but Carlos still caught it with already being trained to how his boyfriend’s voice did sound, when he was crying and sad.

“No, you are really not, mi corazon. If someone of the two of us is horrible, then it’s definitely me with breaking my promise once again. Don’t say things like that about yourself, while I’m actually so damn proud about you. I know that this all isn’t easy for you, mi corazon, but you are doing so well so far. Not everyone would do this, to stay right by my side and support me, even when it means for us being far away from each other and making so things even more complicated than they already were. You are not horrible, mi corazon and definitely also not weak. I know it’s still difficult for us, but we will get there, I promise. And now please stop crying, mi corazon. Stop thinking those things about yourself or about things that won’t ever happen anyway, because I won’t ever leave you. You and I belong together, no matter how many miles are between us. And in less than two days you will finally have me back and I will be all yours for the next few days and I won’t let you go for just one moment.”

“I miss you.” It came from Lando, still tortured and tired, but already less teary. “I also miss you like hell, mi corazon. I would give everything right now to cuddle with you, but I will make up for it all again, you will see. No one will ever be able to take me away from you for long, mi corazon. I’m all yours. Te amo la luz de mi vida.“

It needed some more soft, soothing words from the Spaniard to finally calm down his boyfriend through the phone, which always took longer and was more difficult, because Lando usually needed much body contact, especially when he wasn’t feeling good and needed some comfort.

But like already so many times before, Carlos somehow made it and finally dried those tears on the younger one’s cheeks, stopped his running nose and finally even managed a smile on Lando’s from the many tears swollen lips.

They both knew that it won’t be the last time for Lando to cry his eyes out while being all alone, missing his boyfriend and thinking about the worst possible things to happen, but it will become easier with time.

Lando was still so young, insecure and also inexperienced when it came to their relationship and everything that came with it, but Carlos will be patient, because he just loved Lando too much to give him up or what they had so easily. Even when it meant to repeat those words over and over again, till he will finally believe him, that he won’t forget about him, that he won’t ever replace him, neither with Ferrari nor with someone else, because Lando was irreplaceable for Carlos.

They will fight for what they have built up, together they will learn and find a way to be happy together, even with such a distance between them.

But what mean just a few miles, when it comes to the love of your life?

#Carlando #Carlando fanfiction #Fanfiction #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #carlos sainz

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bb-tings · 4 years

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Golf On Tv

REQUEST: Hello beautiful so I read the unspoken magic imagine and I love it, but I was wondering if you can can you write a drew imagine something like you are a big known artist like Ariana and you guys are dating and then after 3 or 2 years you guys go public or it was getting hard to hide I imagine something like Taylor Swift with her current boyfriend they are so beautiful together😍😭and I just imagine drew and reader like that thanks take your time cutie!

This isn’t my best work & I low-key hate it but it iss what it iss

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~~~~~

“And how’s everything with Drew going honey?”

“It’s...going.”

“You know he’s good for you baby. He’s a sweet boy.”

“Yes, I know mama. I’m just scared. But he makes me feel good and he’s stable…”

*sniffles*

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. It’s just overwhelming, I guess. Like, I know I want him, but I just keep questioning whether or not I deserve him.”

*sigh*

*sniffle*

“Babygirl, you are magnificent. You are gorgeous, talented, funny. And I’m not just saying that because I’m your mother. After everything you have been through, you deserve it all, if it makes you happy.”

*sniffle*

“Thanks, mama. I love you so much.”

“I love you too baby, now get some rest.”

*BEEP*

That was the intro to Y/n’s new song Golf On Tv. She had been recording every time her mom announced that she was going to be calling her. After writing the very first line of her newest song, she knew that it was going to be the song that she used to come out about her 2 year secret relationship. Y/n not only wanted to finally tell people about how in love she was, but also wanted to show off her boyfriend’s incredible relationship with her mother. She loved how close their families were. She had never experienced that before, but she would be lying if she said that it wasn’t one of her favorite parts of her relationship.

Not even Drew had heard the full song yet. He had only heard the conversation between his eventual mother in law and himself. He knew that it was going to be a good one, he could tell from how much work she was putting into it. And while the two were very busy people and didn’t get to spend much time alone, he didn’t mind letting y/n stress over her music because he liked to watch her. He liked watching when she would crease her forehead in concentration. How her smile would get bigger than he has ever seen it when her team replayed something and she liked it. How her mouth would drop open and her hands would go to her temples when they replayed it and she loved it. He was so in love with her and he still didn’t understand how he got to love her. He was a very lucky man and he never let himself forget it.

Y/n had been in the music industry for a while now. She had hit stardom when one of her covers from youtube blew up. Overnight she was bombarded with likes, camera flashes, record deals and more. And within a week she had a manager and a publicist. The next month brought a record deal and a stage. She was 17 and was the new it girl. She loved her life. She got paid to live her dream. However, Y/n learned pretty quickly that people don’t really care about your personality when you're worth more than 8 figures. Nobody actually wanted to be her friend or actually love her for herself. Then she met Drew.

FLASHBACK

“Drew! Take that back!”

“No, it’s true. Superman is more interesting. Captain America is just not relatable.”

Y/n let out a gasp as she tried to hide her smile from the boy who sat across from her.

“Not relatable! Are you fucking kidding me right now? Superman is a fucking alien from a fucking fake planet. Captain America was a regular, small, fragile man who got picked on all the time and he wanted to be in the war. He wanted to help his country during war and EVERYBODY turned him down. So he went in this machine and then came out big and buff and then became everyone’s hero.”

“So you’re telling me that it’s possible for someone to make a machine that turns you big and bulky in a split second and give you superior amounts of the normal human abilities?” Drew gave the girl a sarcastic questioning face while he waited for her response.

“It’s more possible than an alien coming down from a fake planet and flying around in a cape.” Y/n gave the boy the exact same look at you stared into his eyes.

A couple seconds went by of the pair just staring at one another. There was so much tension between the two and neither were counting how many dates it had been so far. Y/n was waiting for Drew to ask the big question but she was starting to think he never was.

But what she didn’t know was that Drew really liked her and really wanted to ask her to be his girlfriend. He just didn’t want to move too fast and make her think he was just after fame or clout. Drew was a struggling actor. A lot of people in his place would leap at the opportunity to get in good with someone of Y/n’s fame, but Drew didn’t care about all that. He had somehow met this beautiful girl, who was hilarious, sassy, smart, talented and so much more and he just fell head over sneakers. He didn’t go looking for anybody or anything but he was so glad he found her. So Drew knew it was time to make that big leap and take the next step.

END FLASHBACK

Y/n was sitting in front of her phone while she read thousands of comments from fans on her live. She was anticipating what she was about to do, but she had to keep telling herself that she wasn’t actually about to tell her big secret. She was just letting her fans know that they were in for a surprise.

“Hey guys! Umm,” the young singer’s eyes moved around the screen at different comments. “I just wanted to get on here for a sec and talk. Maybe answer some questions. Also, if you’ve been keeping up with my music, you know that my song Golf On Tv and the music video for it drops tomorrow. And I just wanted to let you guys know that there will be a surprise in the video. Some will like it, some won’t. But yeah, keep an eye out for that. Let’s get into answering questions.”

~~~~~

“I keep getting overwhelmed when I talk about us out loud,” Y/n sang as she watched the ground, putting on an act for the camera. “Cause I want you, and only you. It’s as simple as, you want me too.”

Her and Drew were on set for her music video. Y/n wanted it to be a video showing her and Drew’s love for each other over the past 2 years. She was so happy and in love and she wanted her fans to be happy for her. She knew that there were going to be people who didn’t like it but she didn’t really care. She was just excited to tell the world about her amazing and lovely boyfriend.

Most of the video was a montage of their relationship. Even though they decided to keep the relationship a secret, they always knew that they would eventually make it public, wanting to be able to finally post the videos and pictures they kept in a private folder. So, when Y/n wrote this song for Drew, she immediately knew she was going to use the videos they had saved up.

Drew walked up behind Y/ and put his arms around her shoulders, noticing how she immediately relaxed her back against his chest and brought her hands to his arms.

“Are you excited for me to hear the whole song?” he asked his talented girlfriend.

“Yeah, but I’m really nervous. Like it’s a lot different from anything that I’ve ever done.”

“Baby, I’ve loved every song you have ever written,” the boy kissed her hair as he smirked down at the girl in his arms. He stood still as Y/n pushed herself out of his arms to turn and face him. She let her hands travel up his biceps and come together behind his head.

"I know but this one's different. It's your song. And I want you to like it."

Drew leaned down to kiss his girlfriend. “I’m going to love it, I promise.”

“You better.”

~~~~~

POPSTAR Y/N Y/L/N REVEALS LONG TERM BOYFRIEND OF 2 YEARS

OUTER BANKS STAR DREW STARKEY DATING POPSTAR FOR 2 YEARS

SINGER Y/N Y/L/N REVEALS BOYFRIEND IN NEW SONG “GOLF ON TV”

The headlines didn’t surprise y/n at all. She had been used to her name being dragged across the screen for just about anything she did. Y/n had made sure that Drew was okay with the fact that he too would be in headlines. Drew’s response being that him being an actor made him prepared for just about anything.

Y/n’s phone was blowing up with notifications from friends and family who didn’t know about her relationship. But she couldn't be bothered to check any of them. The young girl was living her best life in the arms of her lover and she had nothing else but him on her mind.

“That was amazing, bubba,” Drew told the girl as he tried to keep the tears in his eyes. “Aww, baby. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” the younger girl exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around him, burying his head into her chest.

“I just wasn’t expecting that. And I didn’t know you felt that way in the beginning. YOu know I love you right?”

“Of course I do, baby. That phone call was a while ago. I know my self worth now, because of you. You never let me forget how much I’m loved. You make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.”

“I don’t know about that...but you're definitely the cutest girl in the world,” Drew smiled up at Y/n.

“Eww, that was so cheesy. You can do better than that Drewseph.”

“Mhhm, I’ll show you cheesy,” Drew smirked at the girl while quickly putting his hand somewhere more private.

“DREW!”

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is0gild · 3 years

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Bonus Chapter 6

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 9,761

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Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

Ice chips.

A whole paper cup full of them.

This was my current mission. My purpose. My whole reason for existence in this one very specific moment in time.

For if every wholesome, family-friendly sitcom from the 90s were to be believed, ice chips were like crack to women in labor - they just couldn't get enough of the stuff.

Why? No one knows, least of all me… okay, maybe doctors knew but if they did, not a single one had yet to clear up that little mystery for me.

The why didn't really matter anyway. All that mattered is that Rayne wanted them. And what Rayne wanted, Rayne got.

Especially when she was about to shove a brand new tiny person through her body and out into the world any second now.

...at least, in theory anyway.

I thanked the attendant at the nurse station and turned with the freshly secured cup of ice chips in hand, heading down the hospital wing back in the direction of Rayne's room in the delivery ward. As I hurried along, I anxiously ran my free hand down my frazzled braid, grimacing at all the little wisps coming loose before shifting to smooth my fingers along my rumpled dress that I'd been wearing since yesterday. Turning one last corner, my eyes immediately went to Rayne's door-

-only to be brought up short by the sight of fluffy, squishy, huggable reindeer plushie nearly twice my size already waiting politely outside it.

Well there was something you don't see every day.

It only took me a second to spot the shoes poking out underneath that had to belong to whoever was holding the thing from behind where I couldn't see them. I squinted.

I knew those shoes.

With a tiny, tired smile, I put one foot forward once more and approached the giant stuffed caribou with a lightly teasing, "If you're looking for the North Pole, you're off by about a couple thousand miles, Prancer. Or is it Blitzen?"

"Har, har. You're an absolute riot," came a voice from the other side of the massive doll. Though I couldn't see the eye roll, I could distinctly hear it in his tone.

Shaking my head with a soft snort, I dug my phone out of my pocket to check the time. "...1 p.m. already? Can't believe she's been in labor for nearly twenty-one hours." Twenty-one extremely long, extremely sleepless hours for the mother-to-be, not to mention all her loved ones here to support her. Tucking the phone away once more, I told him, "Thanks again for covering my early shift, I really appreciate it. Hope it wasn't too hectic of a morning over at the Ice Palace."

"Hey, don't mention it," Kristoff poked his blonde head up just over the plushie's shoulder. "If it's a choice between the two of us, it's no contest: Rayne'd much rather have you here with her than me." He paused, eyeing the closed door leading into her hospital room with a tiny frown. "...so, still no baby, huh?"

"Still no baby," I sighed, then tipped my head to one side. "Care to explain the reindeer? I didn't even know we made Svens in this size."

"We don't," he shifted his hold on the thing for a better grip. "We got a small batch to try and sell as a test run last year, but no one was really buying 'em. Still had a couple stowed away in back just gathering dust, so got the okay from Frozone to steal one for welcoming the new little Hewley into the world."

A grin pulled at my lips, "How sweet. I'm sure Rayne will love it." I then quirked an eyebrow at him. "...why were you just standing outside with it anyway? You know you could have just walked on in, right?"

His gaze darted to the door once again, then back to me. "...is the yelling still happening?" he whispered with a nervous little wince.

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes as I deadpanned, "It's the beautiful blessed miracle of life, Kristoff. Rayne's allowed to yell as much as she wants. Now come on, there's already one baby on the way, we don't need you being a big old second one." With that, I reached for the door knob, pushed it open and made my way inside.

And straight into the madhouse that was Rayne's hospital room.

"You did this to me, you bastard! I'm gonna KILL you for this, you smug son of a bitch!"

Ah, and there was Rayne now, shrieking her head off.

To be fair, if you'd been in labor for nearly a full day now, you'd probably be shrieking your head off too.

"Yes, hon."

And that'd be Riku, the absolute picture of patience and composure as he smiled lovingly through the abuse, both verbal and physical as Rayne's death grip just had to be murder on his hand right now. But he was soldiering through it like a champ.

Huffing and puffing, Rayne spat, "Don't you 'yes hon' me with that stupid, sexy, annoying, beautiful, infuriatingly perfect little grin of yours, pal! When I'm through with you, you won't have anything to grin about!"

"Yes, hon," he chuckled softly, gently sweeping a few of her messy bangs out of her face before pressing a light kiss to her sweaty temple.

"Oh-ho, no! None of that!" she snarled, narrowing her eyes at him. "It's stuff like that that started this whole damn mess, jerkface!"

"Yes, hon."

We were all handling being included in this special moment in Rayne's life a bit differently, each doing what we could to keep her happy and distracted from the contractions. As could be seen, Riku was doing his part by being a flawless model husband/punching bag combo. Sora-

"What does every moogle need in the morning?"

Sora was trying to make her laugh.

"A kup-o coffee!"

...and was doing a rather poor job of it.

As Rayne stared blankly up at him, Sora gave a tiny sheepish laugh from where he stood at the foot of her hospital bed as he scratched the back of his head. "That one was a dud, huh? Okay, okay, how about this one? What do moogles use when they go shopping? ...Kupons!"

More crickets from Rayne. This time accompanied with an unamused little eye squint.

Undeterred, Sora smiled brightly and held up his hands, "Wait, wait, I gotta million of these! What did one cactuar say to the other? ...looking sharp! What does a cactuar wear to a business meeting? ...A cac-tie!" Why did the chocobo cross the road? ...he was going for a wark!"

His new rapid fire approach did not seem to be helping matters.

"Alright, no, hang on, I'm gonna get you with this one for sure! You ready? Okay… Knock knock."

Rayne's eye twitched. Patting her hand, Riku obliged his cousin with a sigh, "Who's there?"

Barely able to contain his glee now, Sora replied, "Interrupting chocobo."

"Interrupting ch-"

"BWARK!" Sora crowed in delight.

The expecting mother-to-be looked just about ready to hurl the beeping heart monitor at him.

"Look, Ray, look!" Kairi suddenly chimed in, swiftly coming to her boyfriend's rescue as she shoved her phone in Rayne's face. For her contribution in keeping Rayne's mind off the pain, Kairi had elected to sit in the bed with her to provide cuddles and hundreds upon hundreds of pictures of adorable baby animals. "Aren't these little piggy-wiggies the freaking cutest?"

Frowning at the screen, Rayne said flatly, "...they'd look even cuter in the form of crispy bacon on a bun slathered in barbecue."

Kairi gasped in horror, snatching her phone back to hug protectively to her chest, "Not the piggy-wiggies!"

"Sorry, Kai, but I'm starving and they won't let me eat a damn thing until this little bundle of joy gets the hell out of me," she grumbled back.

She pursed her lips to one side, swiping her thumb across the screen several times now, "Guess I'll skip these pics of baby cows and chicks and- you know what? No farm animals at all, how about that?"

Sora was now sidling up along one side of the bed opposite to Riku, both hands covering his face as he went.

Oh dear.

One could only assume this was leading up to his latest attempt to get a laugh out of her and I was almost dreading how the next couple seconds would unfold.

"No frowning. No sad face. Okay?" he muffled out from between fingers as he blindly inched closer to Rayne. "This birth runs on happy faces, so ya gotta look funny… like me!" He suddenly threw his hands out wide to reveal he was wearing a pair of gag glasses, complete with a comically large plastic nose and mustache. "I-"

Rayne yelped in surprise and socked him in the stomach.

Yup. That'd gone about as well as I'd expected.

And correction… it seemed the role of punching bag would now be played by Sora.

Quite literally.

Eyes growing round as she clasped both hands over her mouth, Rayne said, "Oh god, Sora, you okay? I'm so sorry, but you scared the everliving crap out of me!"

"No, no, it's fine," he wheezed out a chuckle, doubling over and clutching at his gut while Kairi shot him a sympathetic pout as she rubbed his shoulder. "You're bringing a new little life into the world, so you get a free pass!"

Smothering his snickers behind a hand, Riku shook his head at him, "Where did those ridiculous things even come from?"

"These?" Sora held up the gaudy spectacles. "Saw 'em in the hospital gift shop and thought everyone might get a kick outta them."

"Or at least a punch," Kairi teased, sticking her tongue out.

Kristoff and I hadn't been spotted yet. Sensing an opening as the rest of them devolved into light laughter, I was just about to insert myself into the conversation when-

"Beep beep, coming through! Move it or lose it!"

Jolting, I just barely jumped out of the way in time to narrowly avoid getting steamrolled by Anna as she suddenly came charging into the room. Her arms were stacked so high with hospital pillows that she couldn't really see past them, so I suspected she had no clue that she'd just beeped-beeped her own sister.

Yesterday when we'd been racing our way back to Twilight Town, I'd called Anna to make sure she'd heard the news that Rayne had gone into labor. Since we still had had several hours left on the road to go yet before we'd be back and I'd been worried about missing the birth, I'd wanted to make sure that Anna could at least be there in my stead. However I discovered I needn't have even asked, for my sister had already been burning rubber out of Arendelle to get to Twilight Town herself even before I'd called. Thankfully we'd arrived with time to spare - plenty of it, as it was turning out. And bonus, I'd been getting to personally witness Anna's own unique brand of pitching in... that is, by doing anything and everything in her power to make sure Rayne was as comfortable as humanly possible.

Which to Anna apparently meant stealing every last pillow in this medical institution to offer up as tribute to Rayne.

"Ta-da!" she chirped as she dumped the tiny mountain of cushions onto Rayne's bed with a big, delighted grin. "I'm back with a whole friggin' variety this time, so pick your poison! I got soft ones, firm ones, big ones, small ones, some as big as your- you know what? Do you wanna go with all of them? Let's go with all of them! Sound good? Good!" With that, she began gently but eagerly stuffing them one by one behind Rayne's head.

"Anna, sweetie… do you think we're maybe approaching the point of too many pillows here?" Rayne delicately asked, shifting her back slightly against the already substantial collection behind her that Anna had managed to amass in the past several hours.

She wrinkled her nose with a snerk, "What? Nonsense, there's no such thing as too many pillows! And I think you'll be singing a different tune once you get a load of this puppy here," she proudly held up and fluffed a particularly plush looking pillow. "This right here is the Holy Grail of hospital pillows! I earned this bad boy too! Had to throw down with some greedy, wrinkly old fart who was trying to horde all the good bedding for himself!"

"Let me get this straight… you beat up an elderly old man and stole his pillow?" Riku gave her a dull look.

"I didn't beat him up! Just… got in a bit of a tussle, that's all," she brushed off with a tiny shrug. At all the blank stares she received, she huffed, "What, he was crotchety and mean and fought dirty, kept whacking me with his cane! The old coot friggin' deserved it!" She turned her head away with a razz of her tongue before her face lit up once more. "Besides, nothing but the best for the soon-to-be mommy, isn't that right, Ray-Ray?" she cooed as she fondly tucked "the Holy Grail" of hospital pillows (which was the last of her latest haul from all her ransacking and pillaging) behind Rayne. Then she clapped her hands together, "Now! Be right back with more in a jiff!"

Before Anna could dash off again however, Rayne snagged her wrist with a hasty, "No!" As my sister glanced back at her, Rayne winced and lowly hissed her way through what looked to be another contraction before blowing out a relieved puff and exhaustedly chuckling, "The thought's appreciated, sweetpea, really, but try as you might, I just don't think we can quite cram the hospital's entire supply of pillows in this one teeny room."

"But-"

"Ah-ah!" she interrupted her protest, holding up a finger. "Trust me, I'm good. 'Sides, if you keep going at this rate, soon there'll be no room left on the bed for me."

The corners of Anna's lips turned down in a tiny sulk. "I suppose you're right," she hung her head as her hands smoothed over Rayne's bedsheets, flattening any wrinkles. Then she froze mid-gesture, face brightening once again as she looked up with a delighted little intake of breath. "I can get you more blankets! So many blankets! All the blankets!"

"What?! Anna, no, I'm not even-"

But my sister had already blurred out of the room with nothing more than a quick, "Hi, Sis! Bye, Sis!" to me. She didn't even acknowledge Kristoff. Don't think she saw him behind the caribou.

"...cold," Rayne finished with a defeated sigh. Then she seemed to notice me for the first time. More specifically, what I was holding. She immediately perked up, "Ah, there she is! C'mere, oh Great Bringer of Ice! My Ice Babe, my Ice Queen, my Ice Goddess!" She stretched out her arms towards me, making grabby hands. "Gimme!"

Ah, my role in keeping Rayne happy.

Which if it hadn't been obvious already, that greeting should have just made it abundantly clear.

This was actually my first time being present for the birth of somebody's child. And if I was being totally honest here, I had to admit that the experience did make me a bit awkward and anxious. Gussy it up however you like, but the "miracle of childbirth" was some animal kingdom nonsense that I'd normally rather take no part in. It was all just so... er… messy. But this was an important day for Rayne and I wanted to be there for her. Which meant I just had to do what I did for all important things that made me awkward and anxious.

I let it go and did them anyway.

Taking in a breath to quell my jittery nerves, I braved a smile as I approached her bedside and held out the cup which she greedily snatched up. "Got it back here as quick as I could, hopefully it didn't have a chance to melt too much."

Popping a few frozen chips into her mouth, she closed her eyes with a contented hum. "Ahhhh, that's the stuff! You always treat me right, boo! Keep the good shit coming."

"D'aw," I grinned softly, reaching out to lightly pat her cheek, "you make me feel like I'm your drug dealer."

"Don't act like you don't like it," she crunched down on the ice with a cheeky little wink before digging a few more out of the cup to slip between her lips. Then she looked past me and went stock still. She blinked once. Then twice. Then, "...um?"

I glanced back to realize she just now seemed to be noticing the comically large, dopey reindeer in the room. How she hadn't spotted it sooner was beyond me. In any case, I cleared my throat and stage whispered, "Pssst… Kristoff!"

"Right." Taking that as his cue, he started jauntily bouncing forward with the thing, making it do a floppy little jig in the process. Remaining hidden behind the colossal doll the whole time, he adopted a deep, goofy voice to speak for the plushie, "Hello, my name is Sven and I'm gonna be your new lil gal's bestest friend! I'll make sure to give her all the snuggles and huggles and wub she'll ever need!"

For a second, Rayne's expression was unreadable as she just continued to stare at the thing's big, silly face. Then she burst into tears.

Fudge, was this a good crying or a bad crying?

With all the drastic mood swings she'd been experiencing since labor started, it could really go either way at this point.

Everyone began to scramble. Riku was murmuring softly to her as he caressed her cheek, Kairi was frantically trying to pull up what she was claiming to be an absolutely adorable picture of a dog and duck that were besties, and Sora was desperately shooting off lame, punny jokes so fast now that the punchlines were getting all jumbled and mashed together into pure gibberish. However it all turned out to be unnecessary as Rayne suddenly wailed, "Oh my god, I love him!"

Whew, okay, this was a good crying.

False alarm, people, stand down.

"Really?" Kristoff stuck his head up from behind the deer, flashing a lopsided smile.

She nodded her head vigorously, sniffling. "He's perfect for our baby girl! And good news! You've officially just been hired as our full-time nanny!"

He gave a bashful chuckle as he found a corner to deposit Sven in, "Shucks, you don't hafta-" But then he stiffened as her words really sunk in. "Wait, what?"

"Yup! Don't worry, I'll talk to the Ice Palace for you so they'll work your shifts around it. Ah, we're gonna have the happiest kid in the whole wide universe now that she's going to have her own talking, dancing, prancing reindeer to play with every day!" she clapped in glee.

"Every-" Kristoff spluttered and paled. "Now hang on, I never agreed to any of-"

"Da-dun da-dun! Candygram!" a new voice loudly sang out. We all turned to discover Lea now standing in the doorway, grinning like a madman with his arms loaded down with junk food. Way, way too much junk food.

"Good lord, where on earth did all that come from?" was the only greeting he got from me as both eyebrows shot up my forehead.

He shrugged, grin somehow defying all odds to stretch even wider. "Raided the nearest couple o' vending machines and picked the things clean. Hope all you boys and gals are famished cuz tonight we feast like Candyland kings! And you get a chocolate bar!" he tossed one to me, which I fumbled to catch before sensing Rayne's gaze narrowing on me and I hastily hid it behind my back. "And you get a chocolate bar!" This one went to Kristoff. "And you and you and you!" Sora, Kairi, Riku. "Annnnnd…" Lea stopped mid-throw to Rayne, smirking as he retracted his hand. "...not you cuz the Doc said that was a big fat no-no for you, Missy! Guess that just means more for me," he smugly singsonged as he made his way further into the room now.

Nostrils flaring, Rayne growled, "You are such an asshole, Red."

"One," he struck up a finger as he unceremoniously plopped down into a chair against the wall opposite of her, letting all the sweets pile up in his lap, "that's just part o' my roguish charm and you know it. Two, you said a naughty word." He tsked with a shake of his head as he began to peel the wrapper off a Snickers. "Now is that any way for a young lady who any second now is gonna be responsible for molding a young, impressionable mind of our future generation should be talking?"

"Fuck off," she spat out.

"That's more like it!" he laughed, toasting her with the candy bar before heartily taking a bite.

And this, my friends, is how Lea was doing his part to help distract her from the pain.

By being a royal pain in the butt himself.

Fighting fire with fire, as it were.

"Mm-mm-mm!" Lea hummed, putting on a show of enjoying his snack a little too much. "The way that chocolate just melts in your mouth and mingles with all that sweet caramel and peanuty goodness… golly, would I hate to be anyone who's not allowed to eat right now," he slyly broke off another piece between his teeth as he eyed Rayne.

She mutedly worked her jaw for a moment. Then in a dangerously low voice, she said, "Sorry, Elsa, but I'm sending your boyfriend to an early grave."

"Please don't. I'm actually rather fond of the little troublemaker," I snorted as I made my way over to him, quick to smother his mouth with my hand even as he opened it to spout off something else that would surely only tighten the proverbial noose even further around his neck.

I anticipated the little kiss he pressed to the inside of his palm. What I didn't anticipate, however, was him simply taking hold of my wrist and yanking my down into his lap (a rather awkward seat, mind you, considering I was sharing the space with all that candy) where he hugged me tightly, pinning my arms to my sides in the process so I could no longer silence him. Nuzzling his nose to my cheek, he then turned his head to regard Rayne once more as he chirped, "Just consider it incentive! Think about it: the sooner ya squeeze that kiddo out, the sooner ya get to throttle me! Now lessee here, where was I…"

Releasing his hold on me, he retrieved another bar from the heap, tore it open and chomped down. "Mmm… Almond Joy? More like Almond Nirvana! Seriously, this is too good. Raindrop, wanna bite?" he held it out towards her, giving it a little wiggle with an impish gleam to his eyes.

Pretty sure I could see a vein bulging on her forehead for a split second. Then she tried to lunge straight for him and it was only thanks to the combined efforts of Riku, Kairi, and Sora holding her back that she stayed put in her bed.

It seemed Lea was playing his part a little too well.

"Lemme at him, I'm going to murder him!" she snarled as she fought against all the hands restraining her.

"Ah-ah," Lea waggled a finger at her - a finger I hastily grabbed and forced him to lower in a futile attempt to keep him from antagonizing her further. "What did I just tell ya? Baby first, then murder."

Rayne's lips parted, a particularly nasty retort surely on the tip of her tongue, but then she sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth as it appeared another contraction wracked her body and she bellowed out wordlessly instead.

As if her howl was a summons, a new person suddenly came bustling into the room with a chipper yet soothing, "Hello, I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion."

Mind you, I was using the term "person" in the loosest sense of the word. Baymax here was actually a robot of some kind, though a rather odd one at that - I usually didn't picture robots as big, round, soft and inflatable. Then again, this was the first robot I'd ever met, so what did I know? It seemed it (he?) was some sort of prototype on loan to the hospital, making rounds in the role of a nurse as a sort of a test run to see how viable mass producing more like it (him?) might be.

The future is now, apparently.

"Yes, yes, so you keep saying every. Damn. Time that you come in here," Rayne panted out in reply to the bot, her grip firmly squeezing Riku's hand once more.

"On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?" Baymax asked amiably as he began to lift her blankets to check how far along she was while the rest of us discreetly averted our eyes.

She huffed out a bitter noise that may have been some crude approximation of a laugh. "Trust me, we left ten in the dust hours ago."

"Good news" Baymax announced, still in that mellow yet upbeat tone he seemed to be programmed to never deviate from as he settled her bedsheets back into place. "You are dilated enough now to begin the birthing process. I'll page Dr Finkelstein so we can get started right away."

"Oh thank fucking god!" Rayne cried out.

Baymax turned to address the rest of us, "If everyone besides the father-to-be could please vacate the room and give us privacy, it would be most appreciated. Thank you and have a nice day."

As the rest of us quickly filed out of the room into the hall, I could spot Anna turning a corner down the way, her arms bursting with blankets now as she sprinted at full speed. Her gaze widened slightly when it landed on us and as she skidded to a halt, she asked, "What's going on? What happened?"

"I did it!" Lea chuckled triumphantly as he handed her a Butterfingers, which she bemusedly accepted. "I shit you not, I actually did it! I managed to annoy that baby outta her!"

"Huh. We really would make a cute lil anklebiter, wouldn't we?"

I blinked, taking my eyes off my phone screen to glance down at Lea instead. "...pardon?"

The two of us had laid claim to a row of chairs in the waiting room that were sans armrests and pushed together to form a makeshift bench of sorts. I was currently seated in one on the end with Lea sprawled out across the rest of them, using my lap to pillow his head. Looking up from his own phone, he showed me his screen. "Got curious and put our photos in one o' those 'what'll our baby look like' websites. Just lookit this adorable lil fucker."

I was greeted with the sight of a computer-generated yet still rather life-like picture of a little boy. He had short hair that was platinum blonde like mine, as well as my blue eyes, but favored Lea's more sharp angular facial features, especially in the nose. "He is rather cute," I grinned, one hand pocketing my mobile while the other gently stroked his wild hair. Nibbling on my bottom lip, I hesitated for a heartbeat. Then, "...what brought this up?"

Retracting his arm and turning his phone back towards himself so he could stare at the picture once more, he shrugged. "I dunno… Raindrop and Riku's lil squirt's gonna be here any minute… Mom made that comment 'bout the two of us making a kid…" He paused and shrugged again. "Hard not to get curious what with all that baby fever going round right now, I s'pose."

"You think about that kind of stuff?" I tipped my head to one side, my finger idly singling out one of his crimson spikes to fiddle with in particular. "You want children?"

"Well yeah," he laughed, tucking his phone away as he sat up, now only occupying the seat beside me. Grinning sheepishly as he rubbed at the nape of his neck, he added, "Not anytime soon, of course. But one day somewhere down the road with the right person? Definitely."

The corners of my eyes crinkled. There was absolutely zero doubt in my mind that Lea would make an amazing father some day. His words did sort of beg a certain kind of question however. One that I wasn't really sure I was ready to hear the answer to one way or another. Still, as I lowered my gaze to where my hands were fidgeting together in my lap, my face warmed as I couldn't seem to help but ask, "And do you… see me as the right person?"

Lea reached over, engulfing one of my hands in his and weaving our fingers together, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. I lifted my gaze to meet his and he smiled softly, "Maybe… yeah, I'd really… really like to think you could be." He used his free hand to tentatively sweep some of my bangs behind my ear, his palm lingering against my cheek. "...is that okay, El?" he murmured.

He was worried his answer might freak me out, make me feel pressured. And to be fair, it was the type of thing that probably normally would have. However, it wasn't a cold panic I felt seeping into my chest now, but rather a pleasant tingle, tiny but warm. I leaned into his hand, covering his fingers with my own as one corner of my lips turned up and I gave a small nod, maybe surprising us both a little bit as I whispered back, "Yeah, that's okay."

His grin stretched to the point of threatening to split his face in two. Then he leaned down to kiss me soundly, resting his forehead against mine after he drew back.

Personally, I'd never before really pictured children in my future. Not that I had seen myself not having any, but I hadn't particularly seen myself having them either. It just hadn't really been something I'd thought much about, to be honest. And it didn't help that like I said, the whole process of childbirth made me a bit squeamish. But now… thinking about the prospect of maybe one day having them with Lea…

...sounded like it might be nice.

But that was still years and years and years away, trust me.

Still… it was a pleasant possible future to think about.

A deep yawn suddenly overtook Lea and he gave a massive stretch before slouching further down into his seat, slinging an arm around my shoulders and tugging me into his side. "Yeesh, it's been almost two hours now, what is taking that kid so damn long? I've heard of showing up fashionably late, but baby girl is really pushing it."

His yawn was contagious for I found myself doing the same as I reached for his hand. Absently toying with his fingers, I hummed a tiny laugh, "Maybe she stopped to pick up a latte on her way here."

"Well then, that kiddo better come outta Raindrop with a cardboard to-go tray bearing enough coffee for everyone."

I smiled drowsily, but made no response. Seated across from us, I could see my sister cozied up with Kristoff in another pair of seats, quietly chatting and giggling. As for Sora and Kairi, they were off grabbing a bite in the cafeteria. We'd decided to go in shifts so that there would always be someone in the waiting room in case news came at long last. Lea and I had been the first pair to go, with Kairi and Sora being the last.

As the hospital speakers paged a Dr Sweet to report to surgery, Lea piped up again, "Ya know, a lil caffeine infusion might not be a bad idea. The hospital coffee here is shit, may as well be piss for all the good it does. Once the kid's made her grand debut at long last and we can finally split, I was originally thinking we'd head back to my place to catch some Z's. But how 'bout instead we swing by Lucky Cat for some quality bean juice so we can get a jumpstart on moving your stuff over?"

"Move my stuff?" My brow furrowed and I turned my head to look up at him. "...where's it going?"

Lea blinked owlishly at me. I blinked owlishly right back. "Didn't we…?" he began slowly, then groaned, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. "Shit, I haven't actually brought that up to you yet, have I? Maybe I really do need that nap." His hand shifted down to scratch at his cheek now, "But c'mon now, El, think… the kid's almost here."

"Uh-huh," I nodded.

"And she's gonna need a place to sleep," he went on.

"Of course." Obviously. I wasn't exactly sure where he was going with this.

He looked at me pointedly. "...in a nursery."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Right." Still lost here.

His eyelids drooped. "Babe... your room's the nursery."

I just stared back at him blankly, not saying anything at first as my brain took a minute to churn over his words.

A rather long minute.

Give me a break, I'd been awake for close to thirty-four hours straight now.

But finally it clicked.

I gasped, "I need to move out!"

"There it is," he snorted, his hand rubbing my back.

"Crud, in all this flurry of baby chaos, that part completely slipped my mind." I was on my feet in an instant, hands wringing my braid as I began pacing back and forth. "Fudge, I'm entirely unprepared for this! What am I going to do? Where am I going to go?" I stopped momentarily, looking at Lea. He opened his mouth to respond, but I was already furiously pacing once more, muttering, "Well, not entirely unprepared. I of course knew this was coming, already had some of my things packed, been on the hunt for a new apartment, I have, I really have! You know I have!" Again I paused. Again his lips parted. Again, I resumed my patrolling without giving him a chance to speak, "But there's nothing lined up yet! Gah, the baby wasn't supposed to be due for weeks, I was supposed to have more time! But now there is no more time and… and…" I came to a halt once again, face hardening and shoulders squaring as I tapped the side of my fist into my palm with a firm nod. "Time to revisit the whole living in a box idea!"

Did I mention the whole thirty-four hours without sleep thing?

"Woah now, hang on! No one's gonna be living in a box," Lea hopped up with a chuckle, hands going to my shoulders and giving them a squeeze. "Doubt the new happy family would kick ya out just like that and make you homeless, they'd work something out for ya while you looked for a new home." Now his eyes darted to the left as he softly cleared his throat, "There's... another option though that, ya know... I'd like to think is slightly more appealing to all parties involved…"

I cocked my head. "There is?"

"Yeah." He took both my hands in his, holding them to his chest as he beamed, "Move in with me!"

"Move in with…" I echoed slowly, trailing off as I stared up at him.

Processing… processing…

I gasped again, "Oh no! No, we shouldn't- That's isn't- I couldn't possibly do that!"

"Aw, why not?" he pouted.

"Moving in together is a big step, Lea! A huge decision! One we definitely shouldn't be making spur of the moment like this, not to mention when we're both delirious from lack of sleep! There's so much to consider, so much to think about!"

He used the hold he still had on my hands to pull me to him and wrap my arms around his waist, freeing up his own arms to hug me instead. "What's there to think about? You're already practically living with me anyhow, you stay over almost every night as it is. I'd love to have you there, Bruni and Marshmallow would love to have you there… it's three against one, El, you're outvoted."

I drooped my eyelids up at him. "The dog and salamander don't get votes."

"You'll hafta take that up with them once you're all moved in and settled," he pressed a quick peck to my forehead before flashing a cheeky grin. My expression remained unamused and he snerked, "C'mon, is it really such a big deal? We were just talking 'bout having kids. Compared to that, the idea of shacking up together seems like small potatoes!"

"Yes, theoretical kids in a theoretical future. Me moving in with you is very real and very right now. We haven't even been dating for five months yet, that's way too soon to be living together."

Lea shrugged, "And you were with your ex for five years before almost tying the knot with him and we all know how that ended. Who's to say what's too soon and what isn't? All we can do is what feels right, and this feels right… doesn't it?"

...it actually kind of did.

Damn him, it did.

It didn't help that those beautiful green puppy eyes of his were murder on my resolve.

But my stubbornness flared and I hastily looked away. I wasn't ready to relent just yet and I weakly scrambled to maintain my defense, "But… it's just too soon, Lea. It hasn't even been a year yet, we haven't even… celebrated all the big holidays yet!"

Even as I blurted it out, it sounded lame even to me.

But it was the best I could come up with, dammit!

His eyebrows reached for his hairline and he fought a tiny smile. "...so just to be clear here, it's important to you that we observe all the major holidays in a calendar year together before making any further life-changing decisions."

I hitched my chin with a lofty little sniff. "Yes. Yes it is."

This was the hill was I choosing to die on, apparently.

"Duly noted," he glanced towards the ceiling with a tiny shake of his head before settling his gaze on me once more, eyes crinkling. "Fine, let's not call it moving in together then, call it… a temporary solution."

"...temporary?" I turned my head slightly, giving him some dubious side-eye.

"Mm-hm! Face it, babydoll, even though we both know Raindrop and Riku will be more than happy to accommodate ya, it's still gonna be a tight squeeze with all four of you in that tiny ass apartment while you're searching for a place. Wouldn't it just be more convenient for everyone if temporarily," he reiterated for emphasis, "you stayed with me instead just until you've found your new home? You know there's more than enough space for you and your things at my digs."

I tucked in my bottom lip. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation talking, but darn it, he actually seemed to be making a lot of sense. Still, I hesitated. "...I don't know what to say."

His eyes lit up. Great. Now the big dork knew he was winning. Hugging me more tightly to him, he grinned, "That's simple: say yes."

I squinted up to him, pursing my lips to the left. Then to the right. Then, just as I was slowly opening my mouth to speak-

-a throat suddenly cleared nearby.

Like, really nearby.

Both Lea and I tensed before turning our heads to discover none other than Saïx standing not two inches away from us looking quite perturbed.

To be fair, Saïx usually looked perturbed. It just seemed to be his face's default setting. But this was more perturbed than usual.

Lea quirked an eyebrow at him, but grinned, "Hey, big guy! Ya mind? Kinda in the middle of something here."

"And I do so hate to interrupt, truly," he said flatly, his cold unblinking gaze locked on his brother, "but I fear we have a rather pressing matter to discuss that cannot wait."

His eyebrows knit together. "...which would be?"

Saïx's hard stare was unyielding. "Do you think there is quite possibly something you may have forgot back at our mother's house?"

Cocking his head, Lea seemed even more genuinely confused now. Clearly racking his brain for a couple seconds, he then shrugged with a small shake of his head, "Like what?"

"ME, you DOLT!" Saïx snarled, slugging Lea in the shoulder hard enough to force a pained grunt out of him.

I inhaled sharply through my nose, eyes widening.

There was no way we'd actually-

We couldn't have honestly-

We didn't-

...did we really?

I thought back to yesterday, though it was a struggle to remember a clear picture through the fog of grogginess. Had Saïx been in the car with us on the trip back? Had he not? Try as I might, I just simply could not remember one way or another. But I suppose it could be (and in fact was) completely possible, especially considering Lea had had Saïx's car keys and I had had his code to start the engine.

In our state of panic and rush to get out of there, had we really just totally spaced on the fact that we didn't have him with us?

"Oh gosh, Saïx, I'm so sorry we left you behind!" I bemoaned in horror.

Lea laughed, "Relax, El, don'tcha know that with me as your boyfriend, that makes everything my fault? You're off the hook, I'm the only one he's mad at."

"He's right, I don't blame you at all." Although Saïx was talking to me, his irked gaze never left Lea. "You're not the one who forgot your own brother."

No, I just simply forgot a whole person. For a whole car ride. In his own friggin' car.

Elsa, Queen of Memory Lapse.

"Bah, I didn't forget ya, I just… thought you were in the backseat the entire time being really quiet!"

That earned Lea another punch to the arm.

Giving an annoyed huff as he rubbed his knuckles, Saïx asked with a bit less bite to his tone now, "I presume since I find you all still here at the hospital, the child has yet to be born?" At our silent nods, he moved to the nearest set of empty chairs and sat down with a soft huff, crossing his arms.

Huh. Guess he was going to join us for sharing Rayne's and Riku's joy in this blessed event.

I gingerly took a seat next to him, Lea plopping down in the chair on my other side. As his arm wrapped around my shoulders, he piped up with a huge smile, "Got some good news that I think'll clear up that black rain cloud hanging over your head there, Mr Grumps McSourpuss: El's moving in with us!"

My back stiffened and I whipped my head around to narrow my eyes up at him, "I haven't said yes yet."

Saïx was eyeing me oddly from the corner of his peripheral. "...you mean you weren't already living with us?"

"There ya have it! Saïx's official stamp of approval! Now ya gotta say yes," Lea beamed, smoothing his hand up and down my arm.

My eyelids drooped. "...one, in what universe was that even remotely a stamp of approval? And two, no, I don't 'gotta' do anything, least of all say yes."

"But you will," he winked at me, pressing a kiss to my cheek. Then he was looking past me towards Saïx once more, a thoughtful frown twisting his lips. "Hey… since we jacked your wheels, how'd you even get back here?"

Saïx fixed him with a dull stare. Then he shifted his crossed arms more tightly against his chest, closed his eyes and hitched his chin. "...wouldn't you like to know."

Lea snerked. "I would in fact, thus why I asked."

"What's that inanely childish saying you do so love to spout of? ...that's for me to know and you to find out?"

"C'mon, man," he groaned out. "This is gonna bug the crap outta me now until ya tell me."

One corner of his lips cruelly curled up. "I know."

Apparently, Saïx was swift to enact his vengeance when the need arose.

A tiny scowl emerged on my boyfriend's face, but before he could shoot off whatever acerbic retort he undoubtedly already had locked and loaded, I stopped him with a touch to his arm as I said, "Lea." He glanced down at me and I nodded towards the far corner of the waiting room. "Look."

He followed my gaze to a familiar woman with silver hair pulled back into a ponytail made of several tiny braids and the same green eyes as Lea. Aranea apparently was not aware that we had just noticed her, for she was too busy inspecting the selection available over at the hospital's coffee station with her nose wrinkled.

"Ah," Lea breathed, gracing his brother with a mildly sour look. "That's how ya got back. Ya bummed a ride outta our old lady."

Saïx said nothing, just continued to stare stoically straight ahead.

Blowing out a breath that made his lips flap, Lea turned his eyes towards his mother once more. A heartbeat of hesitation. Then making a sound that was half growl, half sigh, Lea muttered. "Be right back. Ma and I have some unfinished business." I smiled softly as he planted a smooch to my temple and I gave his hand a quick squeeze before releasing it as he stood up.

I watched Aranea perk up as she spotted Lea approaching. They exchanged a few words that I was too far away to hear, her grinning the whole time, him ruffling his fingers through his hair as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Then it seemed they decided to find somewhere else to have their talk for they then walked out of the waiting room.

Off to a good start at least, it seemed. Letting go a tiny exhale of relief, I glanced over at the chairs across from us once more to where Anna sat as I considered possibly shifting over to a seat near her. But seeing as she was currently otherwise, er… occupied with, hrm… inspecting Kristoff's tonsils with her tongue, I decided against it.

Ugh, gross, I did not need to see that.

Instead, I turned my attention to Saïx. My lips parted and I took in a breath to say something, but then I hesitated and clamped my mouth shut, staring down at where I was fiddling with my fingers in my lap. Then I cleared my throat, looked over at him once more and tried again, "Would it... really be okay with you if… if I decided to move in?"

His eyes flicked over to me briefly without turning his head. Then releasing a nearly inaudible sigh through his nose, he stared straight forward once again. "I consider you among a small, select handful of people I can tolerate and would even go so far as to say enjoy the company of. If my asinine fool of a brother has against all odds actually managed to persuade you somehow into agreeing to move in with him, then by all means, your presence on a more permanent basis could only be a considerable improvement on our day-to-day lives around the apartment." He paused and for a second it seemed that was all he had to say on the subject. Then then added a bit more quietly, "Besides, you make my brother happy. Far be it from me to stand in the way of that, even if I wanted to."

A small smile tugged at my lips. "...he makes me happy too."

Saïx gave a low hmph at that, closing his eyes. "I would hope so. Otherwise, what would be the point?"

On that note, the conversation ended. As he seemed more than content to remain in a companionable silence, I reached over the seat Lea had vacated and towards the little table on the other side, plucking up one of the outdated magazines provided by the hospital from it and slowly began flipping through its pages.

A short while later, I heard a door opening and I glanced up to see that Lea and Aranea were walking back into the waiting room. Neither one looked like they wanted to murder each other, so I took that as a good sign. In fact, they almost, almost seemed somewhat chummy.

I set the periodical aside and both Saïx and I rose as they approached, which prompted a chuckle from Aranea, "No need to get up, I'm not staying. Just wanted to give my other knucklehead kid one last hug before hitting the road," she embraced Saïx, which he accepted as stony-faced as ever. Then she turned to me with a sly little smirk, "Plus I hear congrats are in order."

My eyes blinked. "...they are?"

"Course! You two lil lovebirds are gonna be living together soon, after all!"

I twitched, then shot Lea a flat look. "I haven't said yes yet."

He grinned, stepping closer to take my hand and bring it up to his lips. "Key word there: yet."

Oh-ho, he thought he was being cute. Even as I opened my mouth to prove just how wrong he was however, Aranea suddenly snagged me into a bone-crushing bear hug as she chirped, "Take care, shortcake!" She gave me one final squeeze before releasing me to rest a hand on my shoulder, "And if either of my boys give you any trouble, you gimme a call, I'll be only too happy to knock some sense into 'em!"

Smiling, I nodded, "Thanks, I'll be sure to do that. Have a safe trip back."

Lea received a hug from her as well and though he returned it stiffly, it was remarkably warmer than the one they'd shared yesterday in the foyer of her home. With that, she made her way towards the exit, waving goodbye to us over her shoulder before disappearing through the door.

"I take it you two are getting along now," I said to Lea as I settled into my chair once again.

He took a seat too, stretching his arm out along the backrest behind my head. As his fingers began to idly toy with my braid, he pursed his lips to one side in thought. Then, "Ya know how you and your folks 'get along' now?" he brought up his other hand to form air quotes. At my nod, he said, "Well, it's kinda like that. We're… gonna work on it."

I reached for his hands, lacing our fingers together as I told him gently, "I'm glad you decided to give her a chance."

"I think I am too," he admitted, albeit somewhat begrudgingly.

Just then, the same door Aranea had left through opened once more, Sora and Kairi being the ones to step through this time, laughing over something they'd been talking about. It seemed their timing was impeccable, for that was also when the double doors on the other side of the room parted and in walked a very familiar white, inflatable robot. All of us immediately zeroed in on him and were on our feet in an flash as he greeted us with, "Hello, I am Baymax, your personal healthc-"

"Yeah, yeah, we know all that already, get to the good part, you giant balloon!" Anna hastily cut him off, rolling her eyes. "Do you actually have anything new to tell us? How's Ray-Ray doing?"

"The delivery was a success," Baymax announced, managing to sound almost pleased somehow despite there being no actual change in the mechanical tone of his voice. "Everyone is happy and healthy. The new family is ready to accept visitors and have welcomed you all back to their room."

There was a mixture of whoops and relieved sighs all around before all of us, Saïx included, followed the robot as he led the way past those doors and towards the maternity ward. Not a minute later found us all crowding back into their hospital room. I spotted Riku first at his wife's bedside, facing her so his back was to us. As for Rayne, she looked absolutely exhausted and like she'd been to hell and back twice, but she positively radiated pure joy and love for the little bundle I could now see her holding in her arms. As she looked up at our entrance, she proudly beamed and said, "Everyone… I'd like you to meet Aria."

"...and Cayde," Riku added, smirking as he turned around to reveal he was cradling a second baby.

"TWO?!" Lea gaped, wide-eyed gaze darting back and forth between them while the rest of us were too stunned to even speak.

"That's right! Two!" Rayne chirped in delight.

Sora was the next one to find his voice, only to blurt out, "Twins?!"

"No, we liked the first one so much, we decided to randomly steal a second one from one of the other cribs when no one was looking," Riku deadpanned before snorting with a shake of his head. "Of course they're twins, doofus."

"But you never said anything about twins," Anna was already adopting a baby voice as she approached Riku, wasting no time making funny faces at Cayde.

Gently rocking little Aria as Rayne watched her fondly, she said, "We didn't know. No one did, not until Cayde shocked us all by showing up hot on the heels of his big sis. Guess the doctors missed him during all those check-ups and sonograms somehow."

"How do they miss a whole other baby inside of you for months?!" Kristoff shook his head in disbelief.

"Who knows, but it's not unheard of. We're not the first couple this has ever happened to." Glancing over to Cayde, Rayne grinned as she reached out a fingertip to tickle the underside of one of his tiny feet. "...he was a surprise, that's for sure, but a happy one."

"I'll say!" Kairi giggled, stepping forward to gently squish Aria's cheeks as she cooed, "This just gives Auntie Kairi and Unkie Sora twice the niblings to wub, doesn't it? Doesn't it? Yes it does!"

"Speaking of which… Kristoff." The man in question stood up straighter as Rayne suddenly locked eyes with him and told him in no uncertain terms, "We're gonna need a second reindeer."

He dragged a hand down the side of his face and sighed. "...I'll talk to Frozone."

Rayne crinkled her nose as she hummed a soft laugh, then her eyes landed on me as I approached her bedside. "Oh, Elsa, there was something I… we," she amended, exchanging a glance and a tiny nod with her husband, "wanted to talk to you about… we'd absolutely love it if you'd be the twins' godmother."

The finger I was waggling at Aria froze as my gaze widened and snapped up to meet hers. "Who, me? Really?" By the look in both the new parents' eyes, they were serious. Dead serious. "Oh! Why, uh… yes. Yes of course! I'd be very honored," I smiled.

"And Sora," Riku chimed in now, causing his cousin to pause mid-sticking his tongue out and crossing his eyes at Cayde. "We were hoping you'd be their godfather."

Sora blinded us all with his signature huge, thousand-watt grin. "Absolutely! I'm gonna make the best godfather ever, you'll see! I- wait…" His brow furrowed and he gasped, whipping his head around towards me now with a slight look of panic. "Does… does that make us... god-married?"

"Yes. It does."

And who was it, one might wonder, to deliver that answer in full earnest and with a completely straight face?

Saïx.

That's right. Saïx.

Which is probably why Sora took him at his word and didn't even think to question it. Nostrils flaring and with a steely look of determination now, he informed Lea, "I promise to take good care of her."

Not missing a beat, Lea nodded firmly, "You better, lil man, otherwise I will end you."

I elbowed my boyfriend in the gut, forcing a wheeze out of him. As everyone else sniggered around us, I sighed, "No, Sora, that doesn't make us god-married, it doesn't make us god-anything."

"Oh good! Whew!"

At that point, conversation for the most part subsided in favor of everyone trying to squeeze in to fawn over the new babies. After a minute of this, I decided to take the opportunity to snag Lea (dragging him away from playing with Aria's "widdle toesy-wosies" - his words, not mine) and pull him off to one side of the room away from the others. They hardly even noticed us stepping away, so enamored were they all with the little ones.

I faced him, holding both his hands in mine as I took in a deep breath and released it before uttering a single word. "Yes."

His face immediately lit up, but he quickly schooled his expression and cleared his throat, asking casually, "Yes? Yes what?"

Ugh, he knew very damn well what, he just wanted to hear me say it. Rolling my eyes but unable to fight a small grin, I said, "Yes, I'll move in with you. It just makes sense, after all, now that they have twins, there's even less room for me in their apartment and-"

I didn't get to finish that sentence as he smiled fiercely and grabbed my face, planting a firm kiss to my lips before laughing as he hugged me, picked me up and spun me around.

"Temporarily," I insisted, arms instinctively latching around his neck to steady myself.

"Yeah, yeah, of course, temporarily," he agreed, putting me down while still grinning like an idiot.

I poked his chest a couple times, "I mean it. I'm going to keep looking for my own place and the second I find something, I'm moving right back out."

"Whatever ya say, babydoll!"

Funny thing is though…

...I never did end up actually moving out.

Author's Note: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Hope you all enjoyed the millions of teeny references I sprinkled in - my aesthetic, as I'm sure you're all aware at this point xP (My fave was something Lea said towards the very end, did you guys catch that it was a reference? I hope so :3) Regarding Sora's lil stand-up comedy act, I unfortunately cannot take credit for any of his material - I just googled a bunch of Final Fantasy jokes xD I can't even take credit for the cactuar jokes for even tho I couldn't find any ACTUAL cactuar jokes out there on the internet, I just googled cactus jokes instead xD And yes, there are IN FACT cactus jokes out there, and a LOT of them lawl! And woo, Lea and his mom made up… sort of! xD Sorry that happened off screen, part of it was I thought it wasn't a conversation that Elsa would really be present for, part of it was I didn't want to take focus off the main points of this chapter, and part of it was I was just too lazy to write it at this time xD Maybe I'll go back at a later date and write a Lea POV chapter for this lil chat with his mum, we'll see! But for now, at least we got a lil closure on that front! And aaaaahhhhh, our ice and fire bbies are taking a big step and moving in together, yaaaaaay! :3 I knew that was definitely a relationship milestone I wanted to cover in one of these bonus chapters and this just seemed like a fun way to bring it about xD

The next one-shot is set during Christmas time! Which I know, lil late, should have posted it today xD But I'd kinda locked myself into the baby chapter with the way the last chapter ended and the babies are born in September, so couldn't combine them into one chapter xD So consider next week's update just a bit of a belated Christmas present! And I'll say this about the next bonus chapter: It's gonna be pure crack xD Trust me, there will be no substance whatsoever, it's just mindless silliness and slightly scandalous and mildly salacious (but still 100% family friendly… ish... haha!). Basically, if PG horny hijinx doesn't interest you, you might wanna skip the next chapter xD You've been warned!

Thanks for reading, I super duper appreciate it! And an extra BIG thank you to those of you who’ve liked, reblogged, and followed so far, seeing those lil notifications always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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I’ll Be In Touch- A Dad!Ben Solo Imagine

Request:

Anonymous said: hi idk if ur taking requests atm but i absolutely loved ur dad ben solo fic i always re read it. Could u do another dad!ben solo where he’s like a single dad and the reader is his child’s teacher and he gets all flustered at a parent teacher conference cos he’s like woah?? thank uu

Word Count: 1,976

Trigger Warnings: I don’t even think there’s swearing here. Pure floof.

A/N: I LOVE DAD!BEN SOLO !!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST! Also I’m trying my best to make some of these more gender-inclusive. If there is anything that I can do better, please let me know!

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Ben’s POV:

If it were up to me, I’d get a long note in the mail about how Maya is doing in class. But, here I was waiting on the world’s smallest chair to meet with her teacher. I looked around and down the hallway, the walls covered with drawings and pieces of art by the children. Curious, I stood up and walked across the hall to look at the hand turkeys on the wall.

I looked closer at all of them, looking for Maya’s name on one. When my eyes landed on it, I knew it was hers. The black scribbles covered the page and she decorated it in blue and purple stars. My lips curled into a smile as I compared it to the other kids’ pieces that were splashed in neat bright colors. I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped me.

Definitely my kid.

I was brought back to where my feet were by the sound of a couple being escorted out by Maya’s teacher.

“Thank you, guys! I’ll see you at the family game night!” their voice was soft and gentle, but also full of excitement, catching my attention. I turned to face them, knowing my time-slot was next.

I looked down expecting to see a 72-year-old grandmother hunched over a cane, wearing some reading glasses. I was pleasantly surprised as my eyes were met with a young adult, shorter than me, with a smile that blinded me. I felt a pull at my chest that I hadn’t felt since I met Maya’s mother 8 years ago. I stayed quiet as I walked closer, unsure of what I would even say. I forced a smile that I’m sure came out as more of a grimace, and I instantly regretted it. Rarely did I leave my house except to go to work and go shopping with my spunky 5-year-old so human interaction was not my specialty.

“Mr. Solo? Maya’s dad, right? Come on in!” They turned to walk into the classroom and sit behind their desk. I looked around at the walls and tiny tables, all decorated in bright colors, broken crayons, and welcoming feelings.

“Take a seat! Make yourself comfortable,”

I sat in the only other adult-sized chair in the room across from the person who hung out with my kid 5 days a week.

“Mr. Solo-”

“Ben, you can call me Ben,” I cleared my throat as I crossed my ankle over my knee and made my best effort to make eye contact with them. They smiled at me and nodded.

“Ben, thank you. You can call me Y/N, then. Thank you for being on time, a lot of parents are rolling in here five or ten minutes late,” they smiled at me and pulled a folder off of the top of a pile.

“Oh, yea- well I usually try to be a few minutes early to everything to avoid … being la- being late...” I mentally slapped myself as I cleared my throat.

Idiot... Just focus on Maya.

I watched as they smiled and nodded at my comment. “That’s a sturdy plan, Ben. So, I guess I’ll start with Maya’s strengths in the classroom and then we can move into some challenges and any questions that I have or that you have, okay?”

I nodded and leaned in as they opened the folder and took out a few worksheets. “So, in kindergarten reading levels is really what we focus on and Maya is a very strong reader. I can see her moving into the first grade level before the year is over!” They took out two pieces of paper from the folder and placed them in front of me.

“She loves reading non-fiction, and she will memorize a book before she puts it down,” Y/N said as they chuckled a little. I smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what they meant.

“Yea, well, I blame myself for that. I did the same thing when I was little. I still do it sometimes, it’s weird. But, there are lots of useless facts up here, thanks to that weird …. thing …” I stopped myself and laughed a little as I read over Maya’s reading scores. I couldn’t prevent the smile of pride that spread across my face as I read the comments on her persistence and positivity.

“Well, I personally don’t believe in useless facts, Mr. So-Ben,”

I looked up and smiled at them before I put the paper back on the desk.

“Her math is a little bit more of a challenge for her, I’ve noticed. She wants to know, and she wants to learn but I find that when she doesn’t understand after a few tries, she gets frustrated and needs to take a break, which is completely encouraged except she doesn’t want to return to the task at hand.”

I nodded my head and shifted in my seat a little bit.

Stop fidgeting, they’re gonna think you’re weird.

Focusing back on Y/N, I looked at the papers they were showing me. They continued to go into detail about how Maya is a great student and that she just needs help with being persistent. Although, I would be a hypocrite if I said that I didn’t also have a short fuse at times. I was fully aware of how similar my daughter and I were, from our temper to our preferred activities but I was proud of myself and of her.

“How is she doing socially?” I asked and sat back.

“She is thriving socially, Ben. Your daughter is the cutest little munchkin in the mornings. She stands right where you’re sitting and she’ll greet every single one of her classmates by name. She’s quite the charmer.”

“Really? That’s too funny. She talks about her two best friends, Jordan and Tia. She told me how she likes to sit with Tia on her right and Jordan on her left because the two of them like to talk to each other and she doesn’t want to be distracted, so she separates them,” I chuckled at the thought of my 5 year old plopping herself between two other tiny humans to prevent them from distracting her from the coursework.

“Oh Tia and Jordan. The three of them are something else. I had to separate those two one time and Maya has taken it upon herself to be the peacekeeper ever since. It’s very sweet. It seems like you’ve got quite the leader on your hands,” Y/N smiled as the words flowed.

It was refreshing to talk to someone who wasn’t my mom about Maya. I truly had a lot of pride in the way I’ve been raising her despite my struggles. To hear that she was doing well and was a pleasure to have in class took a weight, that I wasn’t even aware I was carrying, off of my shoulders.

“That’s Maya...” I trailed off and bit my lip as I thought about it.

“Did you have any questions for me, Ben?” They asked as they began to pile the papers back into the folder.

“Um...” suddenly every question that I had for Y/N was gone. I sighed and shook my head. ‘They’ve all left me,”

They chuckled and nodded their head. “That’s okay. Do you want to take down my cell number? Some parents use it for really urgent questions or updates on their kiddos during a hard day,”

For some reason, I could feel myself get giddy over the fact that they were offering me their personal number.

Don’t freak out, they just said that other parents have it, too. Get it together, Ben.

“Sure, that would be very helpful. You don’t mind if I text you if I remember those questions?”

“Not at all, that’s what I’m here for,”

It took me a second, but I finally went fumbling for my phone to take the number down. I handed it over so that they could just plug it in and I could save it. When I got it back, I noticed that they had texted themselves a quick message saying, “Ben Solo’s number”. I slid the phone back into my pocket, trying to hold back the smile that was beginning to pull at my face.

“Perfect, so uh... did you have any questions for me?” I asked, unsure of what to say now.

“I don’t at the moment but if I think of anything, I’ll shoot you a text,” They seemed so confident when they spoke, which was not helping my growing-by-the-second crush on them.

“Perfect, so then I’ll be in touch. Thank you, Y/N,”

“Of course, any time Ben.” With that, they handed me the folder with Maya’s work in it and smiled as they stood with me to escort me out.

“Talk to you soon,” I mentally slapped myself again. I really couldn’t just shut up for an entire thirty seconds.

“I sure hope so. Have a good night and tell Maya I said hi,” they stopped at the doorway and bit their lip gently as I turned to face them. I wasn’t sure if I was being flirted with so I just smiled and waved.

The entire ride home, all I could think about was how absolutely ridiculous I must have sounded during that entire twenty minute meeting. I also questioned whether or not we were flirting or if they were just the nicest person on the planet.

I parked in the driveway and as I turned off the engine, I could see Maya run out to the front yard.

“Daddy! You’re home!”

I smiled wide and climbed out of the vehicle to meet her. She continued to run towards me and I picked her up as soon as she got close enough.

“I miss’t you daddy,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“I missed you, too, ewok,” I squeezed her a little to let her know that I meant it before looking over to see my mom standing with her hands on her hips.

“She is exactly like you were as a child, stubborn and charming.”

I smiled and nodded my head as I walked towards her, Maya still snugly hanging onto my body.

“I know, but where do you think that I got it from?”

“Your father,” Mom didn’t miss a beat, and I didn’t argue with her. “How was your meeting?”

I suddenly felt awkward again as I recalled my interaction with Y/N. “Fine.”

“How’s our little one doing in school?”

“Nana I am doin’ amazing, I read and I write,”

“And she needs help in math, isn’t that right kid?” I looked at her with a small smile before I kissed her cheek and started walking into the home.

“Well that’s good. I’m sure she’ll be fine.” My mom held the door for me and Maya before making her way to the kitchen. “I was just finishing up dinner,”

I sat on the couch with my little rebel and rubbed her back as she sat contently with me. My phone chirped in my pocket and I reached in to grab it before it went off a second time. Confused, I took a hard stare at it.

Y/N: I have a question. -5:23PM

Y/N: Are you free next weekend? -5:23PM

I didn’t even realize what my face was doing until Maya poked my cheek. “Daddy, you’re happy! Who is that?”

I locked my screen and put my phone down calmly before I shook my head. “A friend, sweetie, that’s all.”

“Do they want to eat dinner with us?”

I laughed a little and shrugged. “I don’t think Nana made enough for that many people, maybe another time.” I chuckled and rested my cheek on top of her head, just thinking about Y/N and asking myself how in the galaxy did they not find me absolutely weird.

But, I wasn’t complaining.

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josjournal · 4 years

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Better Plan

Written for @imagine-sterek Roaring 20′s Event. Today’s theme was Mischief in the Night.

Cross-posted to AO3: Better Plan

Stiles crawled along the fence, peeking between the slats and ignoring his best friend’s whining behind him. “You’re a grown-ass man!”

“Lies and blasphemy,” he hissed back at him and ducked when a light came on in the house behind the fence. “Dammit.”

“This is ridiculous!” Scott said, standing up and shouting when Stiles grabbed him by the arm and yanked him back down.

“Are you trying to get us caught?”

“Yes!” Scott shouted. “This is ridiculous. It was old the first year.”

“It was not! It wasn’t old then and it’s not old now,” Stiles insisted, pouting when Scott just glared at him, rose to his feet and walked back in the direction of the street two blocks over where they’d parked their cars.

Stiles dropped his face to his hands on the cold ground. Scott had threatened for years to walk away from the tradition, but he couldn’t believe he’d actually done it. “Oh well, his loss,” he muttered, as he grabbed the backpack that Scott had thankfully left behind and shouldered it to continue to make his way towards the gate around the back of the house.

A light went on behind him and he froze. Turning slowly, he let out a sigh of relief when he saw the elderly neighbor woman, Mrs. English standing on the steps leading up to the side of her house, the outside light blinding him for a moment. “Stiles? Is that you?”

“Yes, Mrs. English,” he said, hanging his head and still trying to keep his voice low.

“Is it that time of year again?” she asked, a fond smile blooming across her face when he nodded. “Then by all means….” She stepped back into her house, shutting off all the outdoor lights around her house, throwing him into darkness.

“Always knew she liked me,” he said to himself as he continued to move slowly and cautiously along the fence.

He was at the back corner that after years he’d learned never caught any of the lights from the surrounding houses and the tall tree, despite having lost all of its leaves back in October, cast a giant shadow perfect for hiding in as he prepared to execute his plan. He’d been doing this for enough years that he had no worries about being caught; it’d been a close call the first few years when Derek’s parents still lived in the house but they’d moved to Florida about five years earlier so it was just the man and his husband living there now.

The whole thing started as a desperate need for an awkward, teenaged Stiles to leave a birthday present for the boy he had a crush on in a way that would protect his identity while still satisfying his need to give. He’d been poor back then and had simply left a handful of flowers taken from Mrs. English’s side garden on the back steps with a note.

Every year, the gift got a little bit better and Scott’s teasing had gotten a little bit worse until he’d deserted him while he sat with a backpack containing a crystal bud vase holding a metal rose he’d bought at the Renaissance Festival, along with a note proclaiming his love until the last bud fell off the rose. He watched Derek walk past the window of the living room, his shadow darkening the spot of the deck where he usually put the flowers and he wondered if he was looking for him.

Once Derek had moved on and the light in the backyard shut off, Stiles moved quietly across the yard, his watch buzzing to announce that it was officially midnight. He kept his fingers crossed that the sky remained dark. He reached the first step to the deck and set down the bag, opening it to carefully extract the vase, setting it in the same spot he’d left the flowers all those years ago. He took a step back just as the porch light came on again and Derek stood in the open doorway, arms crossed over his chest.

Fifteen years of doing this without a hitch and he’d finally been caught. He couldn’t believe his luck. He started to run and tripped over the backpack he’d forgotten to pick up and hit the ground in a sprawl. When he looked back up he swore Derek was laughing at him. Scrambling backwards, he managed to accomplish nothing more than getting himself tangled in the backpack and well and truly stuck.

“Fuck,” he muttered and dropped to lay sprawled on the lawn, staring up at the night sky. It was only a few minutes before Derek dropped down next to him, his head resting on one of Stiles’ outstretched arms. “Happy birthday, I guess.”

“I’ve always known it was you,” he said, grinning when Stiles turned his head to glare at him.

“You’re a lying liar that lies!” Stiles said, sitting up, letting Derek’s head drop to the ground with a thud and wince.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a piece of paper that had been worn thin by years of folding and unfolding and handed it over to Stiles who opened it and ran his hand over the note he’d put with the original flowers. “Happy Birthday to the coolest guy I know,” he read, cringing at his own cheesiness. “You can’t tell from that!”

“Flip it over,” Derek said and so Stiles did, his eyes closing around a groan as he realized he’d used a piece of his personalized stationery that his father had given him for Christmas every year as a kid. “Took me awhile to figure out who Mieczyslaw was? Asked Scott if you had a brother.”

“You asked Scott?! He knew you knew?” He started plotting his former best friend’s death.

“Even if you hadn’t given yourself away that first year, I would’ve eventually figured it out,” Derek told him. “When you started getting out of our bed every year just before midnight on Christmas Eve and donning black clothing.”

“You were sleeping!”

“I never sleep when you’re not next to me,” Derek told him, batting his eyes at him and Stiles smacked him on the chest. Derek grabbed his wrist and tugged him down and across his chest. “And now that you know that I know, you can stop getting out of our nice cozy bed and acting like an idiot.”

“At least I’m your idiot,” Stiles admitted, pressing a kiss to his husband’s lips and pouting when he pulled back.

“That you are.” Derek shook his head, smiling fondly and standing, pulling Stiles up to stand with him and leading him inside, leaning down to pick up the gift as he went. Running his fingers over the metal leaves. “I was with you when you bought this. You said it was for Scott’s mom!”

“I lied,” he said, shrugging. “Figured you’d forget about it.”

“I love you,” Derek said, stopping and pulling Stiles into a warm embrace, the two of them breaking apart when they heard a whistle from next door.

“You two stop being the cutest couple on the planet!” Mrs. English called out and waved. “You make me miss my husband.”

“Sorry, ma’am,” they responded in unison.

“Happy birthday, Derek!” she said before closing her door behind her.

“You really thought it was some big secret? With Mrs. English knowing?” He shrugged. “At least it’s over now. No more running around in the night like a child playing spy.”

Stiles' lips twisted into a thoughtful smirk. “Just means I need a better plan.”

Groaning and rolling his eyes, Derek shoved his husband into the house and pulled the door closed behind them. He turned off the light and put the vase on the small table next to the door where he’d set every gift since the first year. Snapping a quick picture he made a note to print it and put it in the album he’d been keeping since high school, maybe one day he’d show it to Stiles.

He watched him go upstairs, shoulders drooped slightly, he felt a bit bad for ruining the yearly surprise, but he wanted to let him know that he knew exactly who his not-so-secret admirer was because he didn’t want him to think he didn’t appreciate the gifts or was happy they were from someone else. He hoped he’d find his better plan and never give up on surprising him because he would always be Derek’s favourite gift.

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Thirteen

(GIF isn’t mine)

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, some moderate angst (later), smut (later later), slow-ish? burn.

Word Count: 6.2k (lmao this was supposed to be a baby chapter)

A/N: I really hope you like this one friends, this particular yoongi means a lot to me and, I missed him way tooo much. Please let me know what you think! love you <333

Warnings for this Chapter: language, smut, there’s so many feelings guys, I want to scream

Warnings for the Fic: mentions characters confronting their fears, characters in uncomfortable situations, emotional moments between characters, mentions of bad parenting, explicit language throughout the fic, moderate angst, and very explicit smut later in the story.

Chapter 13: Showers and Suga(r)

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): This just in… having sex with the person you love is the shit. 10/10 would recommend.

You giggle to yourself, trying to keep quiet as your thumb hovers over your keyboard. The time on your phone read 9:53am and, given that you and Yoongi finally knocked out around one, you’re feeling particularly well rested. And cozy.

Very fucking cozy.

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): wait you guys are in love? THAT’S SO CUTE, CAN I BE YOUR RING BEAR?

It takes everything in you to hold in the laughter that’s threatening to burst out of your mouth and, you literally have to clamp your hand over your lips to prevent the noise from disturbing Yoongi’s sleep. He was completely knocked out beside you, head smooshed into the pillow, bleached hair completely wrecked, rosy cheeks and pouted lips on full display: he is the cutest boy in the entire world.

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Ring bearer Tae, not a ring bear

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Also, yes it’s very cute, we’re the fucking cutest.

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): ok, fine, can I be the ring bearer then?

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): You’re obviously going to be one of our best men, with Y/N being the other and, we’re not getting married until I get into the major league but, I agree with Jimin, we are officially the most superior couple on planet Earth. Call us Jimyonce’ and Jeon-Z.

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Damn right. Except minus the cheating…if Jungkook ever cheated on me, I would murder him in cold blood :o)

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): he’s so romantic :’’(

BROS FOR LYFE: no murdering allowed

BROS FOR LYFE: also, I love you guys a lot and, I would love to be ur best man are you kidding me?

BROS FOR LYFE: Tae, how did you end up getting home last night?

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): I’m still not home lmao

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): my friend is making us breakfast

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): and then, I’m going to pick up Jeon-Z so, we can head back

BROS FOR LYFE: is your friend the same girl you were talking to on the patio?

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I imagine the girl he is referring to is the one who he was playing tonsil hockey with in the hallway

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): you scarred me for life by the way

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): haha yeah same girl

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): She’s pretty cool, I think we’re gonna keep talking

Before the next message comes through, your attention is pulled to the roughness of Yoongi’s voice, the sound alone, stirring something sweet inside of you.

“What’re you smilin’ at?” His words are slurred, sleepiness deeply rooted in his raspy voice. Your smile grows as you make eye contact with him, his cat eyes are narrowed in suspicion but, the tiny smirk on his mouth gives him away.

“Good morning…” You giggle, ignoring his question because, your focus is now far away from your previous task.

His grin grows as you open your arms, encouraging him to come closer. He obliges and scoots lazily in your direction, his arm securing itself around your middle as he buries his face in your naked chest.

“Mm goodmorning…” The glee in his tone is hard to miss and, when your arms cuddle him closer to you, he rapidly places kisses all over the tops of your breasts, lingering longer in some places than he needed to. You laugh, feeling the warm glow of bliss radiating throughout your body.

“Your laugh is cute…” He mumbles, kissing all the way up your chest, nibbling playfully into your neck before his eyes meet yours.

“Your face is cute…” You counter, still giggling as you tap your finger on the end of his nose causing the appendage to scrunch up.

“Shut up…I’m not cute…I’m…scary…” He grumbles, not fully awake yet, pointy teeth catching the side of your hand, smirking as he secures it in his mouth.

“Oh god, yes, how could I forget? Min Yoongi, the most terrifying man on Earth…” You can’t keep the laughter from bubbling over as you move your hand in his grip.

He chuckles then, dropping your hand before craning his neck towards your lips, “Please keep that rumor going, I have a reputation to up hold and, you’re the only one who knows my secret…”

His words hit you somewhere deep in your heart but, you do your best to combat the slight elevation in your pulse. Instead, you lean down slightly towards his pouty mouth, nudging his nose as you do.

“What secret is that?” You murmur against his lips, placing a chaste kiss against the bottom one.

Yoongi’s eyes flutter shut, a smile playing on his mouth, “Do you not remember last night?”

He kisses you then, not allowing you to continue, his hands coming up to pull you closer to him, his smile still prevalent as the two of you indulge in one another.

“I remember…” You giggle into his mouth, nipping on his bottom lip as he pulls the top half of you over his chest

“Mm…” He hums thoughtfully into your mouth, his hands still trying to maneuver you on top of him, “ so you remember me busting a nut in my pants because you bit me then? Don’t think many people would find that scary…”

“I don’t know, I think that makes you pretty edgy in my book…” You counter, smirking, assisting him in his endeavor to sit you on his lap.

Yoongi has a new pair of boxers on but, he’s completely bare everywhere else, his body littered with scratches and, other various marks that would reveal what the two of you had been up to. He looks pretty roughed up but, the expression on his face, blissful and relaxed, something you haven’t seen on him before, it assures you that he enjoyed last night just as much as you did.

“You look really pretty right now…” He murmurs, his cheeks darkening as they usually do when he says something sincere, he amends his statement before you have time to respond, his tone growing slightly nervous, “Well, you’re always pretty but, right now especially, you uh, you do…”

“So do you…” You giggle lightly, your hand reaching out to smooth his hair out of his face.

He frowns playfully but, his lids flutter with the sensation of your hand, his head pushing up against you.

“How can I be pretty and terrifying at the same time?”

You shrug, “You’re an enigma Min Yoongi, researchers in the future will spend years trying to understand your complexity.”

He snorts then, eyes rolling slightly but, his expression falters as you start to gently scratch his scalp.

“You’re so dumb...” He chuckles and, you place a hand on your chest, faking a sweet smile.

“When he compliments you on something other than your appearance...” You wink at him and, his head falls back as rickety laughter escapes his chest.

“Shut up oh my god!” He forces out through his laughter, hands coming up to pinch at your hips, causing you to laugh along with him.

Placing your hands over his, you secure them to you, enjoying the warmth of his grip.

“Thank you for letting me stay over, your bed is really comfortable.” You relay as the laughter between the two of you settles.

A playful smirk is on his mouth, “No problem...”

Your brows cinch together, head tilting to the side, “What?”

“Nothing.”

You eye him suspiciously but, decide to let it go, your eyes wandering towards his bedroom door, “Do you mind if I shower? I hooked up with this guy last night and, he kind of made a mess of me...twice.”

Yoongi’s smirk grows, his eyes flitting between your legs momentarily, “He sounds like a dick...”

You giggle, leaning down towards his lips, nudging his nose, “He’s actually pretty sweet but, don’t tell him I said that...”

Yoongi’s gummy smile makes an appearance then and, you immediately have to kiss it off, lest you melt into a pile of mush. He eagerly accepts your lips, kissing at you slowly, gently nibbling on your lip, his hands sliding over your hips and onto your ass.

You smile into his mouth, letting your tongue brush lightly against his, your hands braced on either side of his head. Its never enough though, you always need just that little bit more. You roll your hips into his slowly and, deliberately, feeling his dick twitch inside of his boxers.

He sighs out shakily through his nose, tongue stalling its movements, “You’re going to fuck up my plans...”

His statement is rather matter of fact and, it causes you to pull a few centimeters away from his lips, “What do you mean?”

He smirks, nipping at your bottom lip, “I promised you breakfast in bed, didn’t I?”

You return his expression, pulling back even further, your hips still pressed against his, “You could always do brunch in bed...pretty sure it's still early...”

Yoongi chuckles, one of his hands leaves your hips and comes to move your hair from your face, amused at your suggestion, “I don’t know how well I’d do in the kitchen after I’ve let you get a hold of me...”

Flirting didn’t exactly come natural to Yoongi, particularly when he was nervous and, although he was growing more and more comfortable around you, he still found himself easily flustered by your actions.

“Hm I’m not sure what you mean?” You feign innocence, placing a finger on your chin, pretending to be lost in thought.

Yoongi pounces then, cat like as ever, springing up from his position to push you gently onto your back. A shriek leaves your throat followed by a stream of giggles and , Yoongi hovers over you, rickety laughter puffing past his lips and onto yours, “You know exactly what I mean...”

You wrap your legs around his waist, causing his hands to buckle, leaving him to rest his body weight on his elbows. You grind up against him, causing him to shudder and laugh all at the same time as he buries his face into your neck. His teeth nip at the skin there as he tries to distract himself from the throbbing between his legs.

“Do you want to shower with me first?” You murmur sweetly into his ear, pressing a pert kiss to his earlobe.

You feel him grin against you, biting down a little harder at your question. He doesn’t trust his voice for the moment though so, he just nods, kissing up the column of your throat before settling on your lips, his eyes sunken and hazy with the beginnings of lust.

Moments later, the two of you are in Yoongi’s bathroom, stripped of clothing, waiting for the water to heat up. Yoongi had grabbed a t shirt and boxers for you to wear and, there is something stirring inside of you at the thought of wearing his clothes. Yoongi looks nervous as usual but, there is a new sense of calmness about him that you hadn't seen since before last night. He stays close to you, hand popping in every few seconds to see if the water is warm enough.

“I think it’s good now,” He notes, smiling softly as he pulls back the curtain for you. You step into the steam, already feeling relaxed at the prospect of a nice hot shower.

The water was perfect and, you practically melt as you step under the pressure of the water which, of course, was significantly better than your apartment.

“Downtown water pressure is so much better oh my god, I’m going to be the cleanest person alive after this shower…” You hum, content under the showerhead before, you notice Yoongi, chuckling fondly at the entrance, shaking his head at you, “Get in here, what are you doing?”

He obliges, stepping in but, he doesn’t fully move towards you. Yoongi was still an awkward boi at heart and, he knows it’s silly to be flustered over showering with you because, you two have literally had sex like 4 times but, there was something really intimate about it, it made his heart flutter in his chest.

You just smile warmly in his direction, hands reaching out for him, gently guiding him under the stream with you. He laughs, surprised by your actions but, he accepts them none the less, moving under the water, his hands wrapping around your waist.

Yoongi’s faded platinum hair was soaked, droplets of water dripping off of the ends of it and, before it could get in his eyes, you bring your hand up to brush it back.

His appearance literally devastates you: gummy smile, dark eyes lit up in wonder, hair slicked back, revealing his forehead, something you hardly ever see. You take advantage of it, leaning in to place a kiss in the center, ok maybe you place a few kisses there but, Yoongi doesn’t stop you. His eyes close at the sensation, his hands tightening on your hips, he was melting.

You had that effect on him.

You made him happy.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy before.

In fact, he knows he hasn’t.

He kisses your chin, biting it lightly, cause you know, he’s literally a cat trapped in a human’s body, “I only have purple shampoo, Hobi told me I had to buy it for my hair and, I ran out of my regular one. I have conditioner though and, body wash, it smells like oranges…”

You smile, the fondness in your chest threatening to rip out of you Alien movie style.

“That’s ok, I don’t think it will do much if I only use it one time but, if it does, a little purple never hurt anybody…” You giggle and, press another kiss to his forehead before, pulling back to look around for the shampoo in question.

You spot it on the shelf beside Yoongi and, motion for him to turn around.

“What?” He murmurs, eyes soft but confused at your gesture

“I’m gonna wash your hair…”

He smirks, trying very hard not to scream internally at the thought of you washing his hair. He moves forward slightly so the two of you are out of the water before turning around.

Why is his heart beating so loud?

You’re just going to wash his hair? He doesn’t understand himself sometimes…

You allow your fondness to overflow in the form of a ridiculous smile once Yoongi’s vision is focused elsewhere. As you squeeze some of the purple goop into your hands, Yoongi pipes up, “Do you think I should keep the blonde?”

You begin washing at the end of his question, starting at his hair line and, slowly combing the shampoo back through the entirety of his hair.

“I think the blonde is really cool but, I know it’s a lot to keep up with. I really liked your black hair too…”

The tone of your voice is gentle and soft as you tenderly scratch Yoongi’s scalp, working the shampoo up into a sizeable lather.

“I kind of miss my black hair…I miss not having to do anything with it, that uh…” Yoongi sighs, words trailing off, completely disintegrating under your touch.

He’s never had his hair washed before…

He never wants to wash his own hair again.

“I could help you dye it back if you want, we can do it awkwardly in my kitchen for old times sake…” You giggle and, Yoongi follows suit, his eyes completely closed, goosebumps covering his skin as you continue to massage his scalp. He knows his hair is clean by now and, you know it too but, neither of you want it to end.

“Are you gonna pull my hair this time?” He smirks, leaning further into you, his hands moving behind him to pull you against his back.

You laugh again, bringing your lips to his ear, “Probably...” You tug once on his hair, smirking playfully and, Yoongi swears he feels his dick twitch between his legs, “…come back into the water, we gotta rinse it out…”

Yoongi pouts, “Already? Are you sure it’s clean? I feel like you may have missed a spot…”

Rolling your eyes, you press a kiss to the side of his head before moving it under the water, “Uh huh, I’m sure I did…lean back…”

He snickers before, following orders, tipping his head back underneath the showerhead and, you get to work at running your fingers through it, ensuring that all of the purple bubbles have left his locks.

Yoongi’s eyes are squeezed shut under the water but, his face is smoothed out in pure bliss, he’s putty in your hands but, what else is new?

“Can I wash yours too?” He braves, his voice not as strong as it was a moment ago.

You kiss his cheek again, smiling against his wet skin before nodding, “Yeah…thank you.”

The shampoo is rinsed from Yoongi’s hair and, upon placing a few more kisses into his skin, the two of you switch places. Yoongi rarely lets his eyes roam over your body, he considers it to be impolite but, he takes a moment to admire you, naked and, completely drenched in front of him. He took a deep breath to settle his body, the sight of you fucking with his ability to stay calm.

Yoongi thinks, no, he knows that you are likely the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on and, the fact that you liked him literally stuns him. He still doesn’t fully understand how you could want him back but, he’s doing his best not to question it anymore.

You’re in front of him now, head leaned back slightly so he has access to your hair. Yoongi quickly squeezes shampoo into his hand before smoothing it over the top of your head, his fingers getting to work on rubbing it into scalp.

“Sorry my nails are kind of non-existent, I bite them…” He murmurs, the base of his voice rumbling against your back and, you smile softly at the sound, Yoongi’s voice is one of your favorite things about him.

“It’s ok…your fingers are working just fine…”

Yoongi smiles, kissing your temple as you lean further into his body. His heart is pounding in his chest, you feel that against your back too; he’s nervous, he usually is.

But, you don’t comment on it, instead you steal a kiss against his forearm as it moves closer to your mouth. Yoongi chuckles gently behind you, his hands bringing the shampoo towards the ends of your hair, something you wouldn’t normally do but, you don’t stop him, you just stand there, eyes closed, enjoying his touch.

“Step back under the water…” He urges, helping you underneath the stream as his fingers gently coax the soap from your hair.

He fills the silence again, another important question leaving his lips:

“Do you really think I should release a mixtape?”

His question makes you turn towards him slightly, an incredulous expression on your face, “Are you kidding? Of course, you saw the reaction of the crowd at Glacier right? People were going crazy for you...”

You’re turned towards him now, a genuine smile on your face, happy that he wanted your opinion.

Yoongi returns your smile, his hands immediately finding your hips, “They were? I was too nervous to look,” He chuckles but, there’s mischief in his eyes, he knows exactly how the crowd reacted to him and, it was one of the best moments of his life.

“Oh please, is that why you basically grabbed your dick during that tongue technology line? Agust D is a different man, I don’t know him…” You tease and, Yoongi kisses you again, chuckling into your mouth, attempting to silence you.

“Shhhh we don’t talk about that, my roommates still haven’t let that go…”

You can’t blame them although, you haven’t let it go for different reasons. Yoongi, spitting fire, sauntering around the stage, smirking and confidently gesturing to his dick? Truly, a sight to see.

“I’m serious though, you were so amazing…” You peck at his lips, trying your best to convey your sincerity “Is that song on SoundCloud by the way? I couldn’t find it…”

Yoongi’s heart swells as you relay that bit of information, “No, I didn’t put it on there yet but, I can send the mp3 file to you if you want, you can just add it to your phone from your laptop and, it should pop up in your music library…”

Your eyes light up at his suggestion and, you kiss him for the hundredth time as you nod eagerly, “Yes, please do, I need to learn the words before your debut concert and, you rap so freakin fast, its going to take me a long time…”

Yoongi’s gaze softens significantly, his mouth pulled up in a half smile, hair still dripping wet, the two of you likely pruney from how long you’ve been in the shower, “I’ll teach you, baby dragons gotta start somewhere right?”

You giggle at his reference, hands beginning to run over his back, “That was really cute Yoongi, I might actually cry right now…”

He nudges you, chuckling as he does, “Keep any cuteness between us, if I’m going to be a rapper, I really need to work on my street cred…”

Nodding, you pressing a finger to his lips, “You’re secret is safe with me…I’ll make sure everyone thinks you’re the toughest dude in town…”

“Thank you.” He says solemnly, a smile threatening his lips as he pulls you into a hug. The two of you stay like that for a moment, just enjoying one another before Yoongi nods to another bottle on the shelf of the shower, “Conditioner?”

Your eyes pop open, “Oh yeah, here I’ll do this really quick cause, I have to leave it in my hair for a few minutes…”

The two of you apply conditioner; with you applying some to your ends and, Yoongi applying just a tiny amount on his.

Yoongi’s eyes are closed as he finishes up his application and, with his arms ontop of his head, you take a moment to admire his body, stretched out and, soaking wet in front of you. Your mouth literally watered at the sight of him, you wanted him but, you didn’t want to throw yourself at him again. You wanted to appear cool and collected, just as he was but, you couldn’t help yourself, you had never been so into someone in your entire life.

“I can feel you staring at me…” He murmurs, mouth turned up into a smirk as he peeks one eye open at you and, you turn away, suddenly feeling embarrassed, something that was quite uncommon for you.

“Sorry, its kind of hard not to…”You point out, busying yourself with arranging the bottles on his shelf, trying to distract yourself.

“Don’t apologize; I want to stare at you all the time…”

His response confuses you and, you turn back towards him, inquisition in your eyes, “What do you mean you want to?”

Yoongi bites his lip, hand reaching out for you again, “Staring at you can be really distracting so I try to avoid it…or else I would probably never get anything done. Do you know how hard it was for me to insist on breakfast when you were on top of me?”

Yoongi’s eyes are playful but, his tone suggests that he’s completely serious.

“Hard but, not impossible…”You tease, biting his bottom lip, prompting him to pinch your ass playfully.

“It was impossible though cause look at me, I can’t stop touching you, this is the longest shower I’ve ever taken…”

This causes you to laugh and, Yoongi can’t help but, laugh with you. You two are in the same boat, both floating aimlessly amongst a sea of new emotions and desire.

It’s rather intoxicating.

You take advantage of the closeness, tucking your face into his neck and kissing tenderly over the aggravated purple mark you had left the night before. The water is washing over your head now and, Yoongi moves his hands up to rinse the conditioner from your hair, his skin erupting in goosebumps as you kiss him. He doesn’t say anything at first but, you feel his heart rate picking up in his chest.

Slowly and deliberately, you kiss tenderly around the column of his neck, your nails running gently over his hips, the motion causing his nipples to harden. He takes in a breath, attempting to control the whimper at the back of his throat, your touch doing major damage on his will power. His head is cocked back against his shoulders, eyes closing underneath the water as he lets you kiss on him. You slide your hands up his torso, stopping at his chest, your thumbs rubbing gently over his nipples. They’re sensitive and, you know this but, Yoongi’s dick twitching between your legs gives you further confirmation.

“I don’t really want to cook anymore…” He whispers, his face smoothed out in pure surrender, his brain turning to mush as it usually does when you touch him.

He’s never been touched like this before, not before you.

“No?” You giggle softly against his collarbone, your nails tickling down his torso, his stomach trembling underneath you, “What do you want to do then?”

“I want to do whatever you want to do…whatever you’re doing right now…” He’s blabbering, something he does when he’s turned on.

There is something you had in mind, something you intended on doing the night before but, other important things had gotten in the way.

You smirk, kissing up his neck before reaching his lips, “Can I give you head?”

Yoongi practically chokes; his eyes pop open then, surprised by your request and, if his dick wasn’t hard before, it certainly was now. He’s never felt your mouth before, in fact, he only remembers having good head one other time and, it was from Hoseok. Your mouth would destroy him as every other part of you did and, he didn’t want to be selfish but, how the fuck could he turn you down?

“Uh…I, um, you want to? What about you?” He stutters, dark eyes scanning your face eagerly, his hands roaming up your sides, towards your breasts.

“Just tell me when you’re gonna cum…I really want to taste you…is that ok?” You whisper, keeping your voice tender as you wrap a hand around his throbbing length, squeezing gently.

Yoongi bucks into your hand before nodding eagerly, eyes flitting down to his dick, “Yeah, please…uh, can you go slow for me though? I’m really hard and, I don’t want to cum without you…”

His request really fucks with you. Yoongi was a rare breed, so sweet and, caring, no one would ever guess how good he was.

The best boy.

Your boy.

“I’ll go slow I promise...” He nods, his heart racing wildly in his chest as he releases his grip on you. You place a kiss to his lips before slowly sinking onto your knees, causing Yoongi’s hands to come out in assistance.

“Here…I’ll help you, the floor is slippery…” He whispers, eyes tender and, you giggle at his gesture, pressing a kiss to his lower stomach.

“Relax for me ok? I’m gonna make you feel good…” You assure him as you bring a hand up to grip him at the base, his dick jumping as you do.

Yoongi takes a deep breath, nodding once again as he gently pushes your hair from your face, the water from the shower running slightly cooler than it did when the two of you first got in.

You have been in here awhile.

Licking up the side of him, you secure your lips over his swollen tip which is slightly tangy with the taste of precum. You suck him into your mouth, careful not to make any sudden movements.

At the sensation of your lips, Yoongi’s knees practically buckle and, he literally has to grip the shelf beside him for support. He can’t make a sound at first, the pleasure too overwhelming to vocalize. He feels his toes grow numb as you, slowly pull your lips up the length of him, hollowing your cheeks as you do.

The hand that’s wrapped around his base squeezes him, in a milking motion following your head as it bobs at moderate pace.

Yoongi is so quiet and, it unnerves you. You’re used to some noise from him but, all you can feel is his dick throbbing and leaking onto your tongue. At this observation, you suck him out of your mouth, your hand still pumping his dick as you steal a glance towards him.

The sight makes your pussy clench around nothing. Yoongi’s staring down at you, his slightly swollen mouth completely agape, his wet hair still slicked back to his head. His breathing is heavy, his nipples still rock hard on his chest, his left hand desperately gripping the shelf.

“Your mouth is so pretty…” He whispers, eyes hazy and, fucked out, his hips jerking as you squeeze underneath his tip.

He really likes that word…

You smirk at him, keeping your eyes up as you take him back into your mouth. You make a show of your eyes closing, ensuring that he knows you love the taste of him. He sucks in another breath as he feels your hand cuphis balls, applying a slight amount of pressure. Your tongue finds a place underneath against his frenulum that makes his toes curl into the shower floor. You find a pace then, your hand and mouth moving in sync, as you work him up more and more.

Yoongi breaks, a small whimper escaping his lips as he places a hand gently on your head, rocking ever so slowly into your mouth.

“I…I, it uh…fuck…” He’s trying his best to convey how good you’re making him feel but, the words fall short on his tongue every time.

You can feel yourself growing wetter as you pick up your pace. Sucking Yoongi off was one of your new favorite things in the world but, you had wanted him since you saw him staring at you sleepily from his pillow. Having his dick in your mouth was only making it worse.

“Baby…I’m…” He whimpers breathily, he hasn’t used this term of endearment much but, the shakiness in his voice as he does completely ruins you. “You’re gonna make me cum…”

Stopping the motion of your hand, you move off of him, giving the tip of him one last suck before, turning your attention upwards.

He wants to cum in your mouth but, he wants to be inside of you more and, he figures he can beg for you to let him finish down your throat another time.

“Do you want me to_” You begin but, he cuts you off, pulling you hastily to your feet and stabilizing you against him.

He hooks a finger under your chin and, kisses you, tasting himself on your lips as he speaks into them, “Did I taste good?”

His question surprises you, your eyes locking with his which were blown out by desire, his hands roaming freely over your body, “You taste amazing, I want more…”

He chuckles darkly, biting on your bottom lip, “I’ll give you everything I’ve got next time jagi…”

You smirk, giggling as he nudges his nose against yours, “What do you want now then?”

“Will you fuck me? Please?” He’s still kissing you, his swollen dick brushing between your legs.

“I can’t fuck in the shower, I’m not that athletic…” You tease and, he chuckles again turning towards the tap to finally turn it off.

“Yeah me neither, my balance is fucked right now…”

He doesn’t even bother with towels, he just leads you out of the shower and, pauses at the bathroom door, “I gotta make sure my roommates are gone…”

You laugh against his back as he peaks out into the hallway. The walk to Yoongi’s room is over in seconds as its literally across the hallway but, he doesn’t want to risk anyone seeing you naked.

“Are we clear?” You whisper and his eyes narrow momentarily, neck craned as he listens for any sign of life.

“We’re clear…c’mon..”

Yoongi pulls you out of the bathroom, clumsily shoving open the door to his bedroom and, nearly tripping over one of his speakers.

You’re both alight with laughter and dripping wet as your lips collide, breath heavy with urgency and anticipation.

“We’re going to get your bed soaking wet...” You warn him, still laughing into his kiss, as he walks you backwards.

“I don’t give a fuck about my bed, get up there...” He urges, his bossiness out of character, before nodding to his unkept bed.

As you turn around, he smacks your ass causing a squeal to leave your lips, “Watch it...”

He smiles boyishly, clambering onto the bed after you, his dick still hard and throbbing between his legs.

You look up at him, biting your lip, smiling coyly as you spread your legs, allowing him to see you completely bare and glistening.

Yoongi lets out a breath, “Jesus christ...”

“Is there something you like?” You tease, as your fingers roam freely over the inside of your thighs.

“If I wasn’t so hard, I swear I’d be begging to bury my face in between your thighs right now...” He muses, matter of factly.

What a good boy, never demanding, always assuming you’d be making him beg.

“I’ll let you beg to eat me out another time...come here.”

He crawls on his knees across the bed, so he’s slotted between your legs, his hand coming out to line himself up at your entrance.

Yoongi’s eyes flit to yours, his dick jumping as he leans into you more, “Can I?”

You smile up at him, bringing his head down so, his lips are level with yours. You make sure to hold his eyes as you nod, attempting to convey all of the emotions you felt for him in that moment.

"Yeah...”

Yoongi slides into you then, neither of you breaking the intensity of your gaze. His face falters for a moment as he feels you squeezing around him, no doubt a product of an entire morning full of teasing.

“Yoongi...” You moan cause you know he loves it but, also because, the way his dick curves up inside of you is sinful.

The pleasure is building in your stomach, careening down lower and lower as he fucks into you slowly. His gaze leaves your face then and, lowers until he sees where the two of you are connected, a dark smile graces his features then, his entire back covered in goosebumps, his mind covered in you.

“You’re making me loose my mind you know that? You’re too good to be true...” He confesses, leaning down to kiss and suck over the tops of your breasts, his pace between your legs increasing.

“I really like you...like a-a lot...” You whisper, hiccupping as he hits a particularly good spot inside of you.

You have no interest in taking the upper hand this time, you’re too wrapped up in your feelings.

You like this boy too fucking much.

“Yeah? Me too...I like you too, fuckfuckfuckfuck I really fucking like you....” He’s face is screwed up in pleasure, his brows furrowed with it as you squeeze around him, his lips stopping their motions as he gasps.

You tilt his chin towards you, your hips moving with his own, the two of you rapidly approaching your orgasms.

“I like you too...”

You’ve already said this, quite a few times but, the pleasure is too intense to think straight and, you feel almost queasy with the amount of endorphins running through your body.

Yoongi tilts his head so he can suck your thumb into his mouth, hips moving at an almost blinding speed at this point, “Don't want...I don’t want anyone else, just you...no one else...so good, you’re so good to me...”

He honestly feels like he could cry, he doesn’t know how to handle intense emotions but, rather than turn into a blubbering mess, he pulls off of your thumb and, tucks his face into your neck, nibbling on the skin there, trying to ground himself.

“Yoongi, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum really hard for you...” You warn him, hands coming up to hold onto his back, nails digging in slightly as your orgasm begins it’s descent, “Oh my god...”

Your back arches, your nipples hardened and, everything you’ve been holding in all morning comes crashing down.

The tightening of your cunt is too much and, Yoongi whines your name into your neck as he cums inside of you. His hips jerk with the intensity and, you can feel your clit throbbing as you cum with him, the two of you grinding against each other to prolong the pleasure.

Heavy breathing and rapid heartbeats is all you manage to hear for the next few moments and, Yoongi makes absolutely no move to leave the crook of your neck, his body completely collapsing against yours. Your run your fingers through his wet hair, placing a few tender kisses against the side of his head.

The silence lingers for quite sometime before Yoongi’s raspy voice breaks the still atmosphere,

“I really do like you...”

He says it again but, this time, there’s something different in his scratchy tone.

Something you weren’t ready to touch on yet and, neither was he but, the feeling was there.

A really strong feeling.

“I really like you too.”

baby dragons gotta start somewhere right?

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rayraywrites · 4 years

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Title: Maybe things happen.

Chapter 3: Cooking Games (Day 2- Swap)

Characters: Miyuki Kazuya, Kuramochi Youichi, Sawamura Eijun (minor)

Relationship: Miyuki Kazuya x Kuramochi Youichi

Rating: General Audiences

Total Word Count: 2654

AO3

Event: @daiyarpwk2020

Clicking on another video he focussed in on the same face that he’d been gazing at for hours. He laughed softly at the same lame intro he’d been hearing in each video. The same dorky glasses and apron. He gulped silently at each intense look shot at the camera when concentration was required. His smile grew as each successful cook was greeted with a brilliant grin.

“Welcome back to home plate kitchen.” The man shot a smirk at the camera before continuing, “I’m your favourite catcher, Miyuki, here to share another recipe.”

Youichi barely focussed on the actual meal, simply watching the ease at which the man moved around his kitchen and the mastery of his art. He wasn’t a mess in the kitchen, but watching this chef easily switch between different styles and types of recipes each video and make successful food each time, it rankled a bit. Yet he was fascinated.

But what drew him even more was the moments of silliness that would pepper throughout the videos. When Miyuki would sometimes attempt to lift a hot pan off the stove without mitts and then whip his hand back. The incredulous look on the man’s face coupled with rapidly shoving his burning hand under cold water pulled raucous laughter out of his mouth. He especially enjoyed when Miyuki’s housemate, Sawamura, would appear in the frame to pull silly faces that wouldn’t be seen until editing. The captions insulting Sawamura were particularly amusing for him.

He had spent a couple days watching Miyuki’s videos, realistically he was binging them. It had been a lark, having seen a comment under one of his own videos about a week ago.

gamer_goose35: you know what would be great? thechefcatcher and Mochi making a video together! They have the same type of humour! Plus think of the video options!

Youichi had been curious, having not heard about “thechefcatcher” before, so he looked the other youtuber up. That led to days of listening to the same sarcastic laughter, the snarky side comments at every recipe, and gazing at the talented movements that attracted him first.

When he finally glanced at the clock on his laptop he saw that it was approaching three am. With a slightly hysterical laugh, Youichi closed the lid and placed it aside. He’d deal with his new strange obsession another time. Right now he needed to sleep. Tomorrow, well later that same day, he had plans to shoot two new videos. He needed the sleep. Getting under the covers, he tried to convince himself to fall asleep. But each time he closed his eyes, all he saw were Miyuki’s eyes blinking back at him. He spent much of the night tossing and turning, restlessly attempting to fall asleep.

Clicking on the email icon, Kazuya began deleting all the trash that filled his inbox. Switching between his calendar and an email from another cooking channel who reached out to him for a collab, he sent off a couple days that would fit his schedule. Switching to his social media, Kazuya sent out the usual morning tweet that his followers were expecting. Nabe had recommended that he start interacting more with his fans, and disagreeing with his manager was something Kazuya had quickly learnt wasn’t a smart decision.

@thechef_catcher: good morning. But also what constitutes a “good” morning. We’re all waking up much too early and having to go to work and slog our way through the day. So really...just morning. (6:37 AM)

There, that would keep Nabe off his back, for at least a couple days. Sliding off his bed, Kazuya winced slightly as his foot hit the ground a bit too hard. Waiting for the jarring feeling in his ankle to subside before trying to stand again, he glared down at the floor. Finally feeling up to standing up again, Kazuya moved towards his closet, changing into his usual jogging outfit. With it being the off season, he could usually find Sawamura hovering around the kitchen. Sure enough the pitcher was still there, ready for their morning run.

As normal, Kazuya put in earbuds, drowning out Sawamura’s inane chatter so early in the morning and stepped outside of their apartment. He had thrown in a small heating pad into his bag before leaving the house, in case his ankle started acting up again. Running their usual route, Kazuya let himself sink into the music and the monotonous sound of his feet pounding on the pavement. By the time they rounded back to the apartment Kazuya could feel the sweat running down his neck. With a shaky grin he nodded his head back at the street, telling Sawamura to keep going. Heading back inside, Kazuya went straight for a shower, changed into his outfit for the day, grabbed his computer and headed towards the kitchen.

Today’s video was going to be about Sanuki Udon. He had spent a couple weeks working with the local udon shop alongside the chefs to perfect his technique. He had already filmed his first failed attempts a while back, following recipes online. Setting the cameras up, he prepped the kitchen before picking up his phone. Texting Sawamura that he would be busy for the next hour or so, Kazuya got started. Slipping his branded apron over his head, he switched the camera on and began speaking.

“Ohayo everyone! Welcome back to home plate kitchen. Your friendly neighbourhood catcher is here!” He said the words with an awkward smile, hating that Sawamura had convinced him to start his videos with such a cheesy introduction. Even if it worked as his fans took to the puns and silly intro, he hated it, but he carried on.

Seven years ago Kazuya would never have considered that his days would be littered with recording himself cooking, editing videos, and becoming as unathletic and baseball oriented as he had. But another bad collision at home plate, and a shattered ankle had ended his career. Six months after he managed to walk on his ankle safely, he was still just sitting around his home and moping. It had been Sawamura’s suggestion to start the channel, something to do for fun while he figured out what to do with his career now. Kazuya had been uninterested at first, putting in very little effort and just cooking whatever came to mind. But the fact that people seemed to enjoy it and Sawamura kept crowing about how the channel kept growing made him start to give it a bit more attention. But even moreso, he started to enjoy it a bit more. There was something oddly enjoyable about just talking to a camera for a couple of hours and cooking food. And with Sawamura living with him, he wasn’t just cooking for himself.

It was kind of nice.

“Alright, with a completed dish, I think we’ve completed all nine innings, and it’s time for this video to wrap-up!” He placed the completed Sanuki udon onto the front of his counter. With the recording complete it was time for editing. Luckily with experience and time he’d managed to get better at editing. Moving back to his room with the camera SD cards he settled down at his desk. The video wouldn’t be released for another week or so, but Kazuya wanted to complete editing so that he’d have the rest of the day free. As he was fiddling with the font for the side text explaining each step he completed, he heard the extra chair in the room being dragged to sit beside him. Turning his head slightly he smirked at Sawamura who settled into the chair with a loud thump! Reaching over and ruffling the pitcher’s hair, he turned back to his computer.

“How was your run, Sawamura?”

“You missed out on the cutest dog Miyuki-senpai! It was adorable, with its tail wagging everywhere!”

He couldn’t help but laugh at how Sawamura sounded like he’d seen the cutest thing on the planet. “Ah, so you met your family member, how lovely!” The affronted look on Sawamura’s face was worth all the hits his shoulder received.

“Stupid Miyuki, you’re just sad you missed out on the dog.” Sawamura’s countenance suddenly brightened as another brilliant idea came, “this Sawamura will make sure to take a photo for next time!”

Smiling to himself, Kazuya couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips. Sawamura never ceased to amuse him, but even moreso, he was a bright light in his life. He was still the most eye-catching sunflower Kazuya had ever seen. And fully bloomed. “Sure...whatever you say Bakamura.”

“Idiot Miyuki....” Sawamura had switched to looking at his phone, muttering threats under his breath as he often did around Kazuya.

Out of the corner of his eye Kazuya watched as Sawamura continued scrolling on his phone, becoming comfortable in the chair. Giving his full focus back to his video, Kazuya ignored his desk partner for about thirty minutes until a loud shout made him almost jump. Turning and glaring at Sawamura, Kazuya waited impatiently for an explanation.

“Miyuki! Mochi uploaded another video! It’s a cooking video!” Sawamura’s voice was loud as ever, but laced with astonishment.

He felt the joy course through his body, excitement filling his veins at the news. Both of them had gotten hooked onto @gamermaimer’s videos a few years back. Sawamura enjoyed the commentary while Mochi played the game, but Kazuya had become enthralled with the gamer’s voice. There was something soothing about it, but he also felt something from the grainy sounds. And then, last year they’d received a face reveal, Kazuya had been floored. He hadn’t expected to find spiked green hair, eyeliner, and a lip piercing as attractive as he had.

“Give me ten minutes, I should be ready to watch.” He tried to nonchalantly speak, but he knew Sawamura was aware of his crush. The number of times Sawamura had recommended that he contact Mochi to collab was high, but every time he looked at the differences in their video styles, Kazuya hesitated. But cooking? Maybe there was a chance here. They sat down to watch the video.

“Hey maimers! Obviously this isn’t my usual set up, but I’ve been inspired. One of you folks recommended a channel for me to watch and maybe collab with.”

They both laughed when Mochi fumbled with his phone to read off the channel, but then froze when he said the name.

“Oh what was it...here we go! thechefcatcher! I’ve spent the past few days watching....”

Kazuya felt his breath catch in his throat, disbelief pouring out of him. But when he turned towards Sawamura, the same surprise was on the pitcher’s face.

What.

Youichi was nervous releasing the video. He had struggled through the cook, even if he had picked a fairly straightforward dish to make. Baking was not his forte though and the roof would probably always have that strange orange-coloured splotch on it from his first attempt. But embarrassing himself for a video was not a big deal, he’d done it before. It was the fact that he’d called out his new obsession, he’d mentioned the youtuber who’d been living in his dreams. The tweet he’d posted had Miyuki tagged and for a normally brash person, Youichi was feeling uneasy about that decision.

The notification that @thechef_catcher liked and retweeted his tweet gave him heart palpitations. Deciding to take the plunge, he DM-ed Miyuki.

@gamermaimer: hi

@thechef_catcher: hey

@gamermaimer: so...uh you watched my video...

@thechef_catcher: why else would I have rt your tweet?

He stared blankly at his phone. What was that? He laughed in spite of himself, hysterically.

@gamermaimer: yeah well. What did you think?

He meant about the offer of a collab at the end of the video. He meant the proposal of trying something new for both of them. What Miyuki responded with though?

@thechef_catcher: well you absolutely failed at every step so I’m amazed you managed to get any cake onto that table.

@thechef_catcher: Geez Mochi, it’s almost like you bought a replacement cake to pretend you succeeded.

Somehow he wasn’t surprised to see that Miyuki’s personality was as twisted as it was. But it took two to tango.

@gamermaimer: well, if I sucked so bad, maybe you ought to come fix me?

He waited and the reply took more time to arrive compared to the last but it still came. He anxiously tapped the message notification.

@thechef_catcher: perhaps I will.

He let out a sigh and his shoulders relaxed. Their conversation continued, figuring out dates and times that would work for both their schedules. They agreed that the first video would be with him in Miyuki’s kitchen. He asked if Sawamura would be there, and received a teasing response. So when Miyuki asked what video they would do for his channel, Youichi proffered the only realistic response.

@gamermaimer: well of course we have to play a video game.

It was only later, when he went to go follow Miyuki on twitter as well, that Youichi realized something. He shouted angrily, throwing his phone down onto the ground. Petulantly he whined to himself, “the idiot’s already following me.”

––

The day of filming was awkward. He arrived early, not by much, but early enough that it was obvious. He had already sent out the customary tweet announcing his “secret” plans for a video.

@gamermaimer: well sometimes you get lucky with your videos. Other times you meet a moron and make a stupid decision (10:34 AM)

Sawamura was there, hovering in the dining room. Fiddling with a camera setting even with Miyuki telling him to stop touching the camera every five seconds. Youichi blinked confusedly at both of them. They were fidgety and uncomfortable. Because of him?

“Hey! Hey idiots!” They both turned to him; Miyuki put down the pots he was randomly holding, Sawamura looked up from the camera. “What the hell is going on? Some explanation for your bizarre behaviour would be wonderful, please.” The last few words came out sarcastic, and he knew the look on his face matched his tone. For some reason being around both of them was easy. In the way most collabs never were; he felt at home with them. So he skipped past politeness and jumped straight into insults. “I realize that you’re both morons, but if we could at least get the video started?”

Miyuki seemingly calmed down at that, chuckling hesitantly even as he gazed at Sawamura with a lost look. But it was Sawamura seemingly snapping out of whatever funk he was in that finally set things normal. “Mochi!”

Youichi turned to face Sawamura expectantly, but the excitement seemed to have rapidly fizzled out before Sawamura exhaled deeply, you could see the air! He laughed to himself.

“Can I get a photo with you? I’ve...We’ve been watching you play for three years now!”

He hadn’t expected that. Glancing at Miyuki, Youichi was stunned to see the usually calm face turning bright red before the chef looked down at the counter. Throwing his head back, Youichi let himself laugh freely, ignoring the squawks from Sawamura. Wiping tears from the corner of his eyes, he laughed softly one more time before replying. “Sure. Sure. But only if I get an autograph from you,” he nodded at Sawamura and then softly, “and your phone number.” He stared at Miyuki, waiting for acknowledgement. Miyuki nodded stiffly, but his eyes had only shifted from the counter to glare at Sawamura.

“I don’t exactly have three years as a credential...but is 48 hours of no sleep from binging your channel good enough?” He laughed at the stunned look on Miyuki’s face. “So, what do you say....my friendly neighbourhood catcher?”

But rather than the huffy noise he expected, Miyuki still managed to surprise him. A smirk and, “well...I think you mean a maimer don’t you, Youichi?”

He grinned.

#daiya no ace #kuramiyu #kuramochi youichi #miyuki kazuya #daiyarpwk2020 #ace of diamond #diamond no ace #oneshot #ray ray writes #day 3

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noona-clock · 5 years

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Absolutely Miserable 🐶🐱🎃

Congrats on 9k babe! You deserve it 😍💖💖💖 for the requests can i have a Hanbin n Y/n surprising each other by dressing up their pets for halloween 🎃! (Hanbin dressing up the puppy n y/n dressing up the cat? 🤷) i dunno i love having both cats and dogs 😂😂 but its up to you!

Of course, @baekinmylife! Thank you so much for requesting this, and I hope you like it! 🎃

Genre: AU/Extreme Fluff

Pairing: Hanbin x You

Warnings: None

Words: 1,462

“You’re joking, right?” Hanbin murmured as he stood behind you in the aisle of the pet store.

“Um... no,” you answered. “Do I joke about this kind of thing?”

Hanbin didn’t answer, and a sly smirk appeared on your lips. You knew he wasn’t answering because he probably didn’t want to admit he was wrong. You wouldn’t joke about this kind of thing.

And why would you, anyway?!

“Come on,” you pleaded, reaching out to touch the soft fur. “You know he would look cute in this. And Pebbles would look cute in that!”

You had just been gently stroking the fur of a lion’s mane -- or, rather, a lion’s mane costume. For a dog. But then you had noticed the sailor costume next to it, and you’d known instantly your cat needed to wear it for Halloween.

“But -- “ Hanbin began, but he cut himself off.

When he didn’t continue his thought, you glanced at him over your shoulder with raised eyebrows.

“It’s Halloween. Our children need to dress up,” you stated as if it should have been incredibly obvious.

...Which, it kind of was.

You kept your gaze on your husband (okay, it had only been a couple of months since your wedding, and you still found it so thrilling and strange to call him that), awaiting his response...

And, finally, Hanbin let out a soft sigh. He rolled his eyes. And then he gestured toward the lion’s mane and the sailor costume.

“All right, put ‘em in the cart,” he muttered.

Rather than squealing with delight and turning around to give him a kiss or squeeze him in thanks, you simply let out a very smug hum before reaching for both costumes and sliding them off the hooks.

You gently threw them into the cart before pushing over toward the dog food aisle, the real reason you’d come here in the first place. But when you’d seen that lion’s mane costume, you hadn’t been able to resist.

Hanbin had brought a dog, Yoshi, with him into your relationship and eventual marriage, and you had adopted a cat just after you’d gotten engaged. The two animals were now the most spoiled pets on the planet; both you and Hanbin treated them as if they were your actual children.

Sometimes, you even thought Hanbin went too far -- like when he held Yoshi in his arms like a literal human baby...

But, if you were being honest, it only made you love your husband more than you already did.

Once you’d maneuvered the cart through the other aisles of the pet store and spotted your usual brand of dog food, Hanbin hefted the large bag into the cart. You murmured your thanks to him before heading toward the registers so you could pay and get home to your fur babies.

More importantly, so you could get home and put these new costumes on your fur babies.

“Yoshi!” you grunted as you attempted to slide the dog’s head through the mane for the third time.

Hanbin, unsurprisingly, had let you do the honors since you were the one who wanted to buy the costumes in the first place. But Yoshi was proving to be a more difficult task than you’d originally thought. He kept squirming and running away from you!

“Yoshi, stop!”

But it was too late. He had run away again.

You deflated on the floor, letting out a little whine as your lower lip jutted into a pout.

“Hanbiiiin,” you called out, trying to sound as pathetic as you could.

Hanbin shuffled over from the kitchen, sticking his head through the living room doorway. “What?” he asked in a very unamused tone.

“Yoshi’s being a butthead.”

“Hey!”

“He is! He won’t let me put the mane on him!” you cried.

“He clearly doesn’t want to wear it,” Hanbin replied.

“He does! He just doesn’t know it!” You scrambled to get off the floor, widening your eyes and frowning pitifully. “Can you please put it on him?”

A singular, bemused ‘ha!’ escaped from Hanbin’s lips, so you tried to force Yoshi’s costume into your husband’s hands.

“Please, baby?” you begged, your brow furrowed deeply as you gazed at him with the most pleading expression you could muster.

You knew there was very little chance that Hanbin could resist when you called him ‘baby’, so you weren’t surprised when, after a few moments, he rolled his eyes and begrudgingly took the mane from you.

A soft squeal escaped your lips, and you quickly pressed kisses all over Hanbin’s cheeks. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you gushed.

Hanbin simply murmured a ‘yeah, yeah’ before gently pushing you away and turning to go find Yoshi.

But you saw his lips were curved into a smile and his cheeks were flushed, so you had no reason to feel guilty.

While your husband went off in search of his dog, you grabbed the sailor costume from the coffee table and went off in search of your cat.

Believe it or not, Pebbles was a more willing participant in this little pet costume party you were throwing; she had sat there obediently as you slipped the sailor shirt over her head and strapped the sailor hat in-between her speckled ears.

Hanbin returned with a very fierce and furry Yoshi a few minutes later, setting him down on the floor beside Pebbles.

And oh. my. god.

If this wasn’t the cutest thing you’d ever seen.

“Look at them!” you cried, quickly sliding your phone out of your back pocket so you could take pictures.

Hanbin let out a soft sigh next to you, and you awaited his unenthusiastically sarcastic remark.

...But it didn’t come.

Instead, you heard your husband say, “Yeah, they do look really cute.”

You glanced over your shoulder at him, your smile wide and beaming. “See? I told you!”

Honestly, you’d been pretty surprised Hanbin hadn’t gone along with this from the get-go. That man loved his dog, and he exclaimed and fawned over him basically nonstop. It had been a little out-of-character for him to not want to dress Yoshi up in a Halloween costume.

“Yes, you did tell me,” he muttered resentfully.

“Oh, I get it,” you chuckled. “You didn’t like this idea because it was mine!”

“What?” Hanbin scoffed.

“You want to be the only one with the good ideas around here,” you accused playfully, taking a few more pictures of your children before turning around to face your husband. “Admit it.”

“I do not,” Hanbin replied with a roll of his eyes.

You slid your phone back in your pocket and stepped closer to him, snaking your arms around his neck.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” you said softly with a pretty big smirk on your lips.

Hanbin hesitantly put his hands on your waist, and he could barely meet your eyes when he mumbled, “You’re wrong.”

“Okay, sure,” you chuckled softly. “Whatever you say.”

When your husband finally shifted his gaze to lock on yours, you stood on your toes and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Just never forget that you did have the ultimate Best Idea Ever,” you reminded him, whispering against his mouth.

“What do you mean?” he asked quietly.

“It was your idea to get married,” you grinned. “You proposed to me, remember?”

As you’d expected, a smile crept onto Hanbin’s lips and his hold on you tightened as he slid his hands around to the small of your back.

“Yeah, I remember that,” he replied with a breathy chuckle. “That was a very good idea, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was,” you agreed, your smile growing even wider before you pressed yet another kiss to his lips. “A very good idea that I will never regret, for as long as I live.”

Hanbin kissed you back for a few moments, but then he pulled away and nodded over your shoulder.

“Speaking of regret...” he laughed.

You turned and almost immediately burst out laughing when you saw Yoshi and Pebbles sitting on the floor looking absolutely miserable.

Adorable, yes, but absolutely miserable.

“All right, I got my pictures, let’s free them,” you said with a giggle.

Hanbin’s arms tightened around you once more, preventing you from stepping away from him just yet.

“One more kiss, please,” he requested, his eyebrows raised slightly as he gazed down at you.

You shot him a somewhat exasperated look, but he cut you off.

“Please, pumpkin?”

And just like he hadn’t been able to refuse you when you called him ‘baby,’ you weren’t able to refuse him when he called you ‘pumpkin.’

You pulled him down for one more kiss, though it didn’t take long for that one kiss to turn into a lot more kisses.

A lot more.

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I accidently overheard Pt 9

Oh! Dear lord!

Warning: a shy and caring Namjoonie, I swear it’s a warning. A beautiful smut part written by my lovely angel @readbeneaththelines. I am still shocked. Also, a virgin reader.

This part, we worked together. It’s not mine or her. It’s our baby.

Enjoy this wonderful fluffy, squishy, connect and loving smut guys. She made a wonderful job there.

W.C 5541

Your nose buried in the crook of Namjoon’s neck. You let him take you in his arms bridal style from the car to the dorms, your arms entangled around his neck. He didn’t want to negotiate with you at all. He didn't want you to walk, stating that you need to rest. Just for that one time, you let him transport you inside, his arms are too comfortable to decline the 'offer'. It was more an order than an offer anyway. You had spent two more days at the hospital before you had your leave. You still feel weak a little bit, but technically you were in good shape. The doctor gave you a two weeks sick leave of absence and send you home. Namjoon, Jimin and Jin were in the room on the other side of the curtain when the doctor came and they all told him that you wouldn't be alone, that they would take care of you during this sick leave. Smiling, the doc said "You are a lucky one to have three personal nurses willing to pamper you like that". To that, Jin answered "Seven. We are seven." Indeed, you were lucky.

Nam brought you on the couch in the living room where Jimin was already sat with a glass of icy lemoned water. "Hello beautiful. You gained some color during the night. That’s good. '' Jin came in with homemade seaweed soup and cut fruits on a big plate for everyone to eat. Taehyung came out of the room and yelled "Noona… Noona.... My favorite noona is back."

"Don’t yell at her" Joon snapped.

"It’s ok baby, I am ok. I am glad to see all of you so vivid and well… yourself."

Namjoon sat beside you and took your hand in his, sending electricity through your whole body. How is that possible? How can he have that effect on you just by changing your 'status'? You have no idea. One thing is sure. Your dorky, goofy, beautiful best friend now has some effect on your libido.

You and him didn’t really talk about your new relationship at the hospital, silently agreeing on leaving the discussion for a better moment. He looked at you over his shoulder and when your eyes met he smiled shyly, lowering his eyes. Those beautiful sharp and small almond shaped eyes, so different than your big round ones. He was mesmerizing. And to see him shy like that made your heart flustered and butterflies dance in your stomach. The things he does to you…

"Ooooooooh, our Namjoonie is so whipped for Noona" Kookie teased with his bratty smile.

"Hey, let my man live" You proudly replied, happy with his comment more than you would admit it out loud. Leaning the side of your body against Namjoon’s, putting all your weight against him, you let your head find it’s home on his shoulder and closed your eyes. Falling asleep as soon as his lips touched the top of your head, you are met by him again in your dreams.

A few days went by, and each day you gain some more strength and color on your cheeks. You have taken longer and longer walks along the river with Nam and the boys. Ate delicious food and watch movies. You have helped Kookie edit some videos he was doing, you have taught them some new english words and expressions, only for fun, and laughed gently at their pronunciation. For you, they were the 7 cutest little beans on the planet and you were proud to see them growing in front of your eyes.

You were immersed under the hot water when the door slung open. Not even scared that someone would see an inch of your skin because of the immense amount of bubbles covering you, delicious flower and vanilla smells invading your senses, you lazily turn your head towards the noise. A shocked Namjoon froze in the middle of the room, round eyes filled with confusion. As soon as he realised who was in the tub, his cheeks and nose blushed with embarrassment. You pulled your mouth into a smirk when he said "Ooooh… love… you’re here… I didn’t know."

"I told you I was gonna wash, right?" you teased.

"Well, yes but I thought you would use the shower downstairs."

"It’s ok Namjoon, it’s not the first time you see me like that."

"We were just friends then…"

"We still are Joon, officially we still are just friends."

Confused he scratched the side of his forehead and reddened even more if that was possible. You smiled at him tenderly and reach your hand towards him, gesturing him to get closer. You sat straight in the tub, bringing your knees under your chin and when he took your hand in his, you pulled for him to bend and you tenderly, chastely kissed his beautiful plump, pink lips. When he leaned back, you couldn’t help but drag him closer with your hand on the back of his neck and you kissed the little mole under his lower lip, something you were longing to do for a while.

"Hey Joon. Don’t get me wrong please. What I meant is that we didn’t talk about us since that morning in the hospital. We both know who our heart belongs to but we didn’t make it official official… like the real big thing."

"You are right, I messed up at…"

"Joon, baby. Did you hear me say such a thing? You didn’t mess up anything at all. All I am saying is, I am still waiting for you to ask me to be your girlfriend, officially. You know, like little kids do? With a folded piece of paper on which it’s written 'be my girlfriend yes or no' and you have to put an X on your answer?"

You were playing with him a little, you don’t need an official question to know he belongs to you and that you belong to him. But being the romantic and playful person you are, you can’t help yourself but make him blush today. He’s so cute with his red cheeks, his dimples on full display as he shyly smiles at you. You could see the tension leave his body when he heard you say it, relieved that you didn’t change your mind after all. Playing along, he chuckled:

"Do you also need flowers m'lady? Chocolate?"

"Huuuum… no. It would be too predictable, right?"

"I agree. You want it to be more spontaneous? More natural?"

"You got me loverboy. You got me. Natural and funny and… you can do it Joon. I am rooting for you" you teased, fist up.

He knelt down to be at your level, took some bubbles in his hands and playfully bopped your nose with it.

"Y/n, love of my life. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I love you with all my heart and I would like you to be my girlfriend. Would you do me that favor and…" You stopped him as you cupped his beautiful face between your hands. You placed a long kiss on his lips and said "Yes Namjoon. Yes I want you to be my man forever and ever."

He kissed you back tenderly. When you felt tears run on your thumbs, you stopped the kiss, not sure if they were yours or his. Your gaze was met by his teary eyes, happy smile plastered on his face.

"Y/N… I loved you for so long now. You have no idea how I wanted you to be mine completely. How I was scared to lose you if I talked and confessed. I love you so fucking much." He was emotional. Collected but moved and emotive.

You didn’t have the time to answer anything, Jin and Yoongi knocking on the bathroom door.

"Namjoon, we have to go. Bring your ass here dongseng… You are making a Jimin of yourself recently, always late."

"Coming…" he yelled back.

"No… Not now. You are leaving your needy girlfriend already?" you said, clinging onto his neck.

"Needy?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed in a questioning manner.

"Well, I thought you would touch me… now that I am yours officially." you teased.

Desire and surprise appeared in his eyes at lightning speed. He took your wrists in his hands to detach your arms from his neck and said "You are already girlfriend of the year. But please, I am not selfish. I wouldn’t touch a recovering woman."

He kissed your lips tenderly, his tongue dancing with yours slowly. When he interrupted the kiss, his forehead met yours and he added, his breath caressing your skin "I have to work for a couple of hours. I love you, you know that? I love that you surprised me like that today. I love us and I’m the luckiest man in the world."

"I love us too. Now go, you’ll touch me later" you wink at him. Shaking his head laughing, he answered "Woman, you will be the end of me" and he left the bathroom, eyeing you one last time before he went out.

When he came back home later that night you were already asleep in the middle of his enormous king size bed. Tiptoeing across the bedroom to prepare his stuff for the night, he couldn’t resist the temptation to climb onto the bed and kiss you lovingly. He murmured, "Sleep well my love" and went shower. As soon as he was back in the room he was met by a wide awake you, sitting straight against the head of the bed.

"Hey Joonie baby, you are finally back. I didn’t dream it earlier. '' He was fully dressed in one of his tartan boxers and a t-shirt. Damp hair, drops of water running down his forehead. A beautiful man.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up."

"It’s alright love, I slept a lot today. I had 2 naps and I went to bed early so don’t worry about it."

"At least, you drink, eat and sleep properly. I’m glad you accepted to come here. I can have an eye on you constantly." You smiled at him.

"Joon, get over here, I'm cold. I need you here."

"Get under the duvet, damn!" He answered.

You faked annoyance "Is this how you are going to treat your girlfriend? Get under the duvet! Really?" You laughed at his stare.

"Well, you’re cold. I won’t be helping anyway, I just get out of the shower and now I’m freezing myself."

"Nam… you silly. Come here. I need to cuddle up with you." He was just teasing you and you knew it. Even when he was just your best friend, he was always willing to come closer and… well damn. He was right. You never used his body to warm up. He was usually rolling you up in a blanket before he laid down close to you. You were never body against body. Even the last few days, it’s the way you slept together because he insisted on rolling you like a cinnamon roll before cuddling, duvets being used like a shield between your bodies. You must have been really sick to accept that now that you are his. It’s about time to change that habit.

"Joon… I am cold and I want you here, please!" You whined.

"Coming love, give me just a minute." You could see he was not doing anything important. All he did was replace and move things he had already put away. Was he nervous? Was your best friend, the one and only Kim Namjoon that never had any problems with intimacy and woman in general intimidated by you? Knowing him, it could be possible. You stood up and walked in his direction. You took the charger he had in his hand and placed it on the dresser behind him. You took both of his hands in yours and stood on your tiptoes to rub your nose against his chin and muttered "See how cold I am? My nose is about to turn into ice. Can you please come to bed with me?" Without waiting for an answer, you moved back towards the bed, dragging him with you. He seemed so nervous, his eyes round as he walked. You have to give him some confidence. Once you were both lying on your back, you put the down quilt on you two and snuggled up against him. You want him to be comfortable with you, against you. With your head against his chest and his arms around you, you couldn’t feel more home, his scent invading your nose. You have to do something about his nervousness though, you have to help him. You were thinking about it when you heard him say

“I just want you to know that I won’t touch you tonight. Don’t worry.” He was deliciously shy, his breath perceptible on your skin. The warmth of his velvety skin against yours everywhere there was bare flesh. Snuggled up against him like that, you are feeling better than you ever felt before. You placed a chaste kiss on him, not calculating where it would land. It happened to be the side of his chest, where your cheek was buried a few seconds before. He wiggled at the sensation.

“I didn’t know you were so ticklish. So many things I have to learn about you” you mocked. He didn’t feel the need to reply anything, lost in his own thoughts.

“How do you feel?” he inquired after a comfortable silence. Both of you happy to be in each other’s arms.

“I feel so good Joon. So, so good. Never felt like that before. You and me, we belong together. Right?”

Clumsily, he switched position from his back to his side so he could be facing you. Supporting his head in his hand, elbow on the pillow, he looks at you seriously. “Are you sure y/n? It’s still time to change your mind if you want to. You…”

“Hey!” you interrupted his concerns. “Stop it Namjoon. I am yours and only yours. I want to be yours. I want you to be mine. I won’t change my mind. You are my first choice. The perfect man for me.” You kissed his pink lips between your sentences, supporting your head with your hand, your hair cascading on your shoulder and finally ending their way on the pillow beneath. Face to face with him, you continued “Joonie, you will have to trust me on that. I am not regretting us. I won’t” Another kiss planted on his lips. “I love you Namnam. I love you endlessly.” Another kiss that lingered there for a few seconds efore you lean back.

Staring in your eyes, he came closer to your mouth, hoping for you to fill the distance again for a kiss but playfully, you stayed in place. When he move towards you again, you moved back and smiled. He knew you were up to something.

“Enough kisses already?” he gulped

“Enough? but Nam, how can it be enough? We haven’t kissed properly yet” you replied.

“Then…”

“Chuuuut.” you said before kissing the corner of his mouth. He was irresistible.

“Don’t think too much, ok Nam?”He burst out of laughter

“Jesus! Fucking! Christ! You sounded like a horny teenager that tries to convince his girl to sleep with him.”

“Oh! Really? Do I? Then, you are very good in the role of the nervous teen girl” you teased.

“No! You didn’t! y/n, take those words back immediately” he pretended to be way more upset than he really was.

“No way!” You stuck your tongue to him.

“Hey! Take those words back right now!” He started to tickle your side, knowing that caught by surprise like that, you wouldn’t have the time to react and your guards being off, he would ultimately win a tickling fight as he started it. You never had a chance to win a tickling fight, always being in the defensive position, unable to ‘attack’ him back. Since he was always the one who initiates the game, he always won.

“Take it back right now or you will die from laughter tonight.”

His long fingers tickling your side, you laughed, squirm and wriggled. You were more than happy to be natural again with him, no more tension visible in his eyes. Only a big, honest smile and loving eyes.

“Stoooop… Pl… please…”

He let up on his fingers to let you catch your breath but he didn’t stop completely. You clutch his forearm, but he’s way too strong. If he really wanted to hurt you, he could in the blink of an eye. But, it’s Namjoon we are talking about, and he would never hurt you in any way. You know for a fact that his heart his pure and he’s a caring and thoughtful person. You are safe with him. He will always make sure that you are comfortable around him and that you feel secure and loved. He always had.

“Stop... ba...by please! I surrender.”

“White flag?” he teased.

“Yes, yes! White flag.”

You were lying on your back and he was staring at you, half sitting and half laying. Your short breath from the laughter and seeing your tshirt raise up and down as you catch your breath stirred something in him.

“Joon? You okay?” you asked when you saw the change in his expression.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. It’s just. I don’t know. Seeing you like this.” he fumbled over his words, trying to find the right way to put it into words.

“Like what? We have slept in the same bed before. We’ve had tickle fights hundreds of times. What’s so different.. Ohhh. I see.” you clicked your tongue against your cheek. This was new territory for the both of you. Even after the hundreds of times you had been in this same scenario, with feelings being admitted, it made everything different.

“Joonie, love. Nothing has changed, except for the fact we have admitted what we felt for each other after all these years. That shouldn’t change how we act around each other. What we have, has come naturally to us before, and it should still feel that way.” you scooted over to him placing your hand on his arm. He turned his eyes towards you, lids lowered to hide his sudden shyness.

“I know that, Y/N. But now, I want to act on my feelings. But I don’t want to rush you, in any way. I want to know that you want more, just as much as I do.” He bowed his head, still unsure if he was getting his thoughts across clearly.

“Thank you Joon, for looking out for my feelings. Let me tell you a secret. I have often dreamt about what it would be like with you. You know, sexually. I was so nervous around you after the first dream, but when it happened again and again, I knew that it was natural. We are like soulmates. We should feel natural about being with each other. Believe me, I will be a nervous wreck the first time, but as long as my first time is with you, then I know it would be perfect. Far better than any dream I could ever have.” You felt your cheeks flush and heat when you told him about your dreams. You watched as his eyes lit up with a bit of pride when you told him that you wanted him to be your first.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, that I can’t give you the same. I regret that I didn’t wait for you. I would have loved to give you that special part of me. I will cherish the fact that I get to be your first. I will always hold that dear to my heart.” Namjoon had only been with one girl before, and it was a one night stand. Other girlfriends had actually become jealous of yours and his relationship. They had given him the ultimatum, you or her. Well, obviously he chose your friendship over their pettiness. Nothing would ever come between you and him again. Yes, he had to share a tiny piece of your heart with Yoongi, but Yoongi was a brother to him, and he didn’t want to lose that too. Yoongi may have a room in your heart, but Namjoon had the entire castle.

“I love you, Joon. Virgin or not, I love you just the same.” Leaning in you closed the distance between you, placing a feather-light kiss to his lips.

Leaning back, Namjoon took you by the shoulders. “Y/N, I better stop this here before we go too far. You’re still healing and you need rest. I want you to be fully well before we do anything.”

You huffed, a bit disappointed in his chivalrous resolve. “Fine. I understand. But I really do feel good, I swear.”

“Y/N. I mean it. If you can’t just lay here and sleep, then I will go to the couch and sleep for the night.” he began to stand, but you pulled him back down.

“We can just sleep. I promise to be a good girl.” When he settled back down, you curled up against him, nestling your head in the crook of his arm. You drifted off to sleep to the steady sound of his heart beating in your ear.

Morning came all to early for you liking. Looking up, you saw a sleeping Namjoon, features soft and peaceful. something stirred in your heart. He was so worried about you and your feelings, but you didn’t take his into consideration that one night. You wanted to make it right, in your own soul, even if he had already forgiven you. You gently nudged him until his eyes slowly opened. When he saw the look on your face, he grew concerned.

“Everything okay? What’s wrong?” He sat up immediately, taking your hands in his.

“Yes and no.” you shook your head which worried him even more.

“I owe you a sincere apology, Joon. You have had nothing but my best interest at heart all this time.” He tried to silence you, but you pushed his hand away. “I need to say this, so please let me finish. I owe you an apology for how I acted that night. I didn’t take your feelings into consideration when tried to make a move on you. I was selfish and that was wrong. I never want you to feel like you are second best in anything in my life. I want you to know that you come first. My heart belongs to you, and yours belongs to me. I want to treat it with kid gloves. Hold it close to my heart and cherish it. Please forgive me for my selfish act.” He wiped at your tears with his thumb, gazing into your eyes with his own that were filled with love and compassion.

“Then i owe you an apology too. I should have never let you walk out of that door. I put your life in danger and I didn’t talk to you about how I was feeling. You could have died, and it would be all my fault. I would never be able to live with myself if something like that had happened to you.” It was your turn to wipe away his tears that fell unashamedly.

“I love you so much, Y/N. I never want to be the cause of your broken heart again.” he hugged you to his chest, and you both broke down crying. He then cupped your face in his hands, kissing at each tear that fell from your eyes. Each kiss inched closer to your lips, until at last, his lips were on yours. It started soft and tender, questioning, cautious. You sighed into the feeling, parting your lips for him to deepen the connection.

His hands found their way to your neck, tangling themselves in your hair. He leaned into you, lying you down on the bed as he covered your body with his own. Your arms encircled his neck, bringing him closer as the kiss intensified. The warmth of the sun filled the room, making your already heated skin even warmer. His soft plump lips trailed down your jaw, then found the sensitive dip of your neck. His teeth nipped at the tender spot, a low moan escaping your lungs at the pleasurable pain it elicited.

“Need. You.” he said between kisses and nibbles. “Please, may I make love to you?” he muttered against your flesh. No words came, but you knew you wanted nothing more than to share in the most intimate of connections with him. You nodded as your fingers found the hem of his shirt, pulling it up an over his head. He lifted his upper body up, looking down on you with lust blown eyes. He had never seen such beauty before. There you were, wanting him as much as he wanted you, and you had never looked more stunning than you did in that moment. He sat up, taking you with him, until you were sitting face to face. He took the shirt of his you were wearing, and lifted it over your head, looking at you as if he had never seen you before. He was in awe of how much he loved you, at how much you meant to him. He could not remember a time before, that he felt the way he felt right now. The person that had his heart was in front of him, and he wanted to drink you in. savor the electricity that was buzzing in the space between you.

When you were nearly naked, in nothing but your panties, and he in only his boxers, you couldn’t help but stare at him. His caramel honey kissed skin stretched of muscles that rippled when he breathed. His abs taut and firm. His arms, strong and supportive as he held you. He was perfection, a masterpiece that was for your eyes only. Taking his time, he let his hands caress your arms, felt the curve of your neck as it dipped into your chest, your breast, rising and falling with each breath. He cautiously cupped your breasts in his hands, felling their weight in his hands. Your nipples hardened as chill bumps covered your body. You covered his hands with yours, guiding his fingers to take a hard bud and roll them between his fingers. It was seductive, guiding him in how you wanted to be touched. His eyes never left yours as you moved his hands over your body. You rose up on your knees, hooking his fingers in your panties and you helped him push them down over your hips and down your thighs. You guided his hand between your legs, letting his fingers graze over your sex. your head fell back as he slid one between your folds, covering it in your juices before bringing it to his mouth and sucking you off his finger.

His hand pressed to your back as he laid you back down, he raised to his knees just long enough to slips his boxers off, then settled himself between your legs. He knelt down, pulling at your legs to bring you closer. He focused in on you, searching your eyes for any hesitation, before he spoke.

“I know you said you want this as much as I do, but. Can I make love to you? Can I have the honor of being your first?”

“Please, Joon. Yes, please. I want you so much right now.” you half begged, half pleaded with him.

“Trust me, okay. I will be a gentle as I can. I don’t want to do anything your not ready for. We can stop at any time.” He watched your face for signs of worry or uncomfortableness, satisfied when he saw none.

He kissed you once more, feeling you relax under him. “I’m going to help you get ready for me. If it hurts or you don’t like something, tell me.” You simply nodded, already worried that you wouldn’t be able to please him. He was gentle and loving, touching you gingerly, watching you and reading your expressions. When his finger slid inside you, he took his time, waiting for you to relax before going in more. His care tugged at your heart, his hand holding yours as you breathed deep and relaxed under his ministrations. Knuckle deep, he paused until you were ready. When your face smoothed and your eyes opened again, he began moving his hand, pumping in and out of you, your inner walls clenching around his finger.

“That’s it baby. There’s no rush. We have all the time in the world.” His soothing words eased your worry, and you began to feel a change within you. You were more a tease, less tense. His pace picked up slightly, still hyper aware of your reactions. You squeezed his hand when you felt the heat that was building inside you. Your hips lifted off the bed, low soft moans filling the air around you. You let yourself go, gave in to the feeling of him touching you, pleasing you. it became so overwhelming that, when your orgasm overcame you without warning, you cried as you came undone. Namjoon lovingly brushed your bangs from your damp forehead, praising you with words of encouragement and love. He peppered your face and neck with kisses, his words guiding you back to earth.

“That’s only the beginning, love. If you still want, I want to show you how much I want you. You are so damn sexy right now, you know that. All spent and flushed, just for me.” Taking your hand in his, he placed your hand over his erection, hard and throbbing. “This is what you do to me. You feel that? That’s how much i want you, want to be inside of you.” wrapping your fingers around his girth, he hissed through his teeth as you slowly began stroking him with long languid strokes. His entire body shuddered when your nails lightly grazed over his balls, finding your own pleasure in making him putty in your hands.

“I want to feel you filling me up, Joon. I don’t want to wait any longer. Please.”

“Please what, baby?” he teased, wanting to hear you say the words.

“Please. will you make me yours? Make love to me? Please Joon hurt me… but just a little ” your voice was soft and small, and it made his heart swell with adoration for you.

“Anything you want my love. I’m all yours.” He set himself between your thighs, lining his cock up with your dripping entrance, sliding in with a slow steady roll of his hips. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you let yourself feel the stretch and embrace the slight sting as you accommodated his length and girth. He stilled him movements, worried that he had hurt you.

“Move, Joon. Fuck, please move.” You whimpered, needing to feel him move as the burn faded into pleasure. He was slow and steady, your hips rising to meet his with each forward thrust. Your hands searched for something to hold onto, finally gripping the sheets as he quickened his pace. Placing one of your legs around his waist, the angle allowing for deeper penetration, had your head spinning. You were lost in all the sensations you felt. The smell of sex that filled the room, the feel of his breath on your neck, the taste of his salty skin when you kissed his neck, the sound of sweat covered skin hitting skin, him claiming your body over and over, the desire filled look in his eyes as he slammed harder and faster into you.

“Fuck, baby. I can’t hold out any longer.” he growled out as his release edged closer and closer.

“Don’t stop. Right-right there. Fu- I’m coming!” you screamed. He drowned out your cries with a kiss that took your breath away. White heat flowed through your veins, flashes of white glowed behind your closed lids. Every fiber of your being was buzzing with shock af shock of your orgasms coming together as one.

Namjoon fell to the side, bringing you with him as he wrapped you in his arms. “That was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. Are you sure that was your first time?” he joked, garnering a playful jab to his ribs from you.

“I, for one, am glad I waited for you. It was worth every second of waiting to share that with you.” you kissed his chest, tasting the remnants of salty sweat that covered both your bodies.

“I love you so fucking much, Y/N. I hope you really know how much I mean that.” he turned to face you.

“I do know, Joon. Believe me. I can feel it, hear it in your voice. I love you too. I think I always have. I honestly believe that we were always destined to be together.” you snuggled closer to him, fatigue washing over you as he fell asleep beside you.

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