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[peachyteabuck]

good behavior

summary: bucky has very strict rules for his little, doll. not only does this involve a rigid structure of punishments, but also an occasional, decadent reward. 

takes place in the same universe as old school (make me drool) but it is not required reading to understand this fic. 

pairing: bucky barnes x little!ofc

words: 2058

trigger warnings: heavy ddlg, heavy d/s dynamics

notes: this was done for @nsfwsebbie‘s birthday! she’s kind enough to write birthday fics for all us mutuals (including me!) and deserves something in return. i hope your next trip around the sun is even more excellent than the last! 

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Doll has a pretty pink paci in her mouth, a matching pink dress adorning her body with her hair folded into perfect milkmaid braids with bows the same pink as the rest of her outfit holding them in place. Normally she’s not as dressed up – Daddy prefers her in a simple onesie with her hair in two little buns high up on your head – but today is Bunny’s birthday party, and Auntie Nat had told all of her friends (including Daddy) that she would be taking pictures of all of them to immortalize the event, and she expected all of the littles to be dressed appropriately.

So Doll, clad in clothes she’s not used to, sits in the playroom with the other littles as they laugh and play away all the cake and ice cream and juice their caregivers had allowed them to consume throughout the long day.

Auntie Nat’s house is huge – what her and Bunny called a “playroom” acting as a giant space where the caregivers could watch their littles play with all of Bunny’s toys – an already impressive pile of stuffies and puzzles and whatever else she’d wanted only added to by the presents the other caregivers had bought her to celebrate her special day.

Doll’s Daddy’s house is about the same size, but there the playroom is a much smaller space where Doll is allowed to be alone, a single rocking chair there for when her Daddy needs to keep watch or wants to read her a story.

Auntie Nat also had a large pool they all had swam in (though Doll preferred to stay at her Daddy’s side, napping in the sun), and patio big enough for several large tables where they all ate and watched Bunny open her presents.

Now, though, everyone was inside, the littles playing on the ground while their Daddies and Mommies sat chatting on the large sofa in the playroom, one that was so large it fit against two walls instead of just one.

As the air cooled outside while the sun began to sink out of sight, Doll’s tummy begins to turn inside her as the loudness of the other littles ceases to wane.

She crawls over to where her Daddy is on the center of the couch, pulling on one of his pantlegs lightly to get his attention.

It works, the much larger man stopping mid-sentence to look down at her – his metal arm holding a half-drunk liquid only the adults are allowed to drink while the other rests at the back of the couch.

“You wanna go home, Doll?” he asks, voice soft and low.

Her Daddy pulls the paci from her mouth with his flesh hand, allowing her to speak. Doll nods, picking at the soft lace trim of her party dress. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

Her Daddy gives her a small smile, leaning down so he can pet her head (carefully, though, as to not mess up her hair) and give her forehead a small kiss. “Yeah, I know you wanna go home. Give me a few more minutes with Daddy’s friends and we can go, alright?”

She pulls her lips into a small, tight frown but doesn’t protest – something Daddy notices immediately.

“Do you want to stay here at my feet until we go, Doll?” he asks. He knows what he’s asking her is true – she’s always been awkward in social situations, never as outgoing as Princess or Peter. Even Bunny, though quiet, was able to be around the other littles for longer than Doll is (to be fair, it is Bunny’s birthday party, and her small body has consumed a simply incredibly amount of sugar throughout her special day – but still, Doll is nearly always the first to request to be brought home).

Doll chews on her bottom lip before replying. “Yes, Daddy.”

“She’s a sweet little thing, Bucky” she hears Uncle Stevie saying above her. “Trained her quite well.”

The others on the couch laugh, thinking of all the times the man’s Princess had pulled such bratty behavior she had to be spanked or reprimanded in one way or another in front of the other littles.

Despite the loaded compliment, Doll’s Daddy smiles down at her as she sits between his legs – protecting herself from the rest of the room. “Yeah, she’s my special little angel.”

He wraps the conversation up with ease, thanking Auntie Nat and giving Bunny one more “happy birthday” before carrying Doll to the car and strapping her into the car seat.

Unlike the rest of the caregivers, her Daddy plays no music as he drives home, knowing Doll prefers the silence after a long day of thunderous roar of all the littles together.

The pair arrive home without incident, with Daddy carrying Doll inside and allowing her time alone in her playroom to cool down from the experiences of the day. Her paci and shoes were removed with ease, her Daddy taking them away as he walked out of the room to wherever it is he felt he needed to be.

Her Daddy returns a few minutes later, leaning down with both arms behind his back.

“You were such a good girl,” Daddy tells her, now sitting cross legged across from her on the floor.

It’s rare for her to see her Daddy in such a context – though she doesn’t remember much of it, when she first arrived she was quite firey and refused to be broken. It took all of her Daddy’s might (and much advice from the other caregivers, along with time with the other littles so he could remember why he so badly wanted one of his own) not to give up.

And, of course, it was worth it. All of the nights in the basement and strict enforcement of his many rules molded Doll into the beautiful, fragile apple of his eye that she is today.

Doll says nothing, watching her Daddy with wide eyes as he – for the first time in recent memory – lowers himself to her level.

He clears his throat before speaking, his arms still behind his back. “I know it’s been a rough day for you, and I’m very proud of you, not just because you were so good for so long, but that you told me when you wanted to go home so politely…”

He coughs once more, trying to clear the awkwardness in his own voice. It’s certainly hard for him to be, in a sense, vulnerable; much easier to bring down his hand when Doll needs reminding of the rules than offering her something for remembering. Still, he does his best, and Doll’s wide wondering eyes urge him to continue.

“So I bought this for you,” he says, bringing his arms from behind his back to reveal a soft, plush arctic baby seal with an embroidered eyes, nose, and mouth (Doll doesn’t like the hardened facial features – always telling her Daddy they make the friends harder to cuddle). Its “fur” is a light, hazy blue – nearly white unless one has the sharp eye Doll does. Upon seeing the heinously cute creature, Doll gives a sharp inhale of excitement, whole body tensing as her eyeline locks on the present in her Daddy’s hands.

“I picked this up for you,” he says as he gives it to her, giving Doll a nod, permission to grab at the gift. “When we went to the aquarium with Natasha and Bunny. I saw you eyeing it when we passed the gift shop. Thought you’d like it.”

Even though she wasn’t asked a question, and therefore is not allowed to respond, Doll’s wide smile and how she’s got the stuffie in a tight hug tell her Daddy all he needs to know.

He watches her for a moment, enjoying her sheer delight while she babbles nonsensically while holding the animal’s soft face close to hers. Occasionally she leaves a small kiss somewhere, nimble fingers exploring the two-toned fur.

Eventually he becomes bored just watching her, though, so her Daddy moves closer to her, hand on her bare knee as she continues to play.

“I’ve got another reward for you, Doll,” he whispers in her ear, heat swirling in his stomach as he notices her body reacting to his. “Do you want to know what it is?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” Doll squeaks out, gnawing on her bottom lip as she watches him loom closer to her.

“I’ll give it to you, Doll,” he says – voice low in his chest. “As long as you keep holding on to your new stuffie. You got that?”

She nods, voice barely above a murmur as her Daddy pushes her onto the carpeted ground. “Yes Daddy!”

He smiles as he pushes her frilly dress to her stomach, adjusting her legs so that her socked feet are planted on his thigh as he undoes the button on his slacks. “Good girl,” he tells her as one hand moves down to her center (Bunny’s birthday party is a special enough event to necessitate big girl panties). He rubs her, reveling in her small, breathy moans as his cock becomes harder against his dress shirt. “Now I need you to be quiet for me, so I’m gonna give you that nice paci you like.”

Doll’s always accepting of her Daddy’s stipulations for their play time together, welcoming the expensive paci he gifted her for her last birthday into her mouth when he pulls it from his back pocket.

He coos more praise towards her as he pushes a finger into her, feeling how wet, how desperate she is for him.

“You ready for me, Doll?” he asks, swallowing the spit that gathers on his tongue as he watches Doll with a sniper’s eye. She nods, eyes screwed shut, hands clutching the stuffie’s fur. He smiles ear to ear as she does so. “Good.”

The anticipation burns at his skin as he aligns himself with her dripping core, easily bottoming out before giving her a few seconds to adjust to his impressive cock.

That’s all Doll gets, though, before her Daddy takes what he wants from – fucking into her pussy as she grips the stuffie with all her might, her loud moans muffled by the paci’s large, pink guard with Daddy’s Little Doll spelled out with circle, black-and-white lettered beads.

“That feel good, Doll?” he coos, arms bracketing her under his much large form. “You like it when Daddy makes you feel good?”

Doll’s eyes roll to the back of her head, jaw struggling to stay closed as she loses herself to the pleasure.

Her Daddy just laughs. “Oh, of course you do. Your Daddy’s little Doll, and Daddy always takes care of her toys.”

One of his hands moves down to the ever most sensitive part of her, his callous flesh thumb making tight circles as her pussy tightens around his cock.

It’s a delicious feeling, one that makes her Daddy moan deep in his chest. “Fuck, do it,” he tells her, rubbing her even faster. “C’mon, make Daddy proud.”

Just as Doll always does, she follows her Daddy’s instructions; obeys his word to the letter, and reaches her peak while her Daddy chases his.

His groans can barely be heard over her high-pitched whines now, caught in her throat but filling the room nonetheless, tears threatening to fall from the corners of her eyes and whole body tense as her Daddy continues to fuck in and out of her.

It doesn’t take long before he knows – before he pulls out to come on her soft stomach, narrowly avoiding the expensive faux fur as he paints her skin with streaks of thick white.

“Fuck-“ he hisses, jaw going slack with his whole body being held in the hair only by his hands planted flat on the ground on either side of Doll’s head. “Fuck you’re my best little girl.”

She looks up at him with eyes hopeful but tired, ready to fall asleep right then and there as she pants through her nose.

“Yes,” her Daddy assures her, picking her up to bring her into the bathroom so he can clean her up. “Yes, you always are and always will be my perfect little Doll.”

With that she falls sleep in his arms, allowing him to manipulate her into the bath as he washes away everything the day had brought upon her.

[chokemeanakin]

Would you write another fluffy Obi piece?? Cause I absolutely fell in love with your first one and that man needs more love shown to him 😫 What about taking care of a sick, tired Obi after a mission?

Thank you for the request! Hopefully it lives up to the first Obi fic I did, idk all I can say is that as an Anakin writer, I tried my best 😅. Enjoy! ❤️

WC: 2.3k

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You Can Rest Now- Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn Reader

You had told him to bring that extra fleece jacket. And those thermal gloves, and the hat that covered his ears, and the scarf that wrapped around his mouth and nose, and the insulated boots, and the chill-resistant underpants--

Obviously he hadn’t listened to you.

You were on the rescue craft sent to pick up Obi-Wan and a few of his men, who had been stranded on Hoth after a group of Wampa ate his transport ship for lunch. A rescue had been deployed immediately-- being out in the cold of Hoth for too long was deadlier than a lightsaber through the chest. 

Maybe not necessarily that deadly… but with the way your heart was hammering against your ribcage as you scanned the snowy slopes for any sign of your Jedi lover, it might as well be.

He had been gone for little over a week now, hopping from planet to planet, trying to track down the plans for a secret Separist weapon. And although there had been times when he was gone for even longer, your pulse still jumped when you spotted the small black dots on the horizon. You could feel him, and your heart reached out for him with each second the ship grew closer. 

You were the first one down the loading ramp when it descended, still zipping up the heavy jacket as the harsh wind blew the fur-lined hood off your head. The cold was paralyzing. Just the first couple seconds of being in it was like a slap in the face, and it took a moment before you could remember how to function again. 

You and the group of medics and rescue workers trudged through the thick snow and began to get to work helping frost-bitten and hypothermic men into the ship. You twisted and turned, squinting your eyes behind people’s masks to try and find the only one you were here for--

“You’re here,” you whipped around, the voice warming you to the tips of your fingers despite the frigid cold.

“Obi-Wan!”

In the circumstance that you two were alone, you would have run to him and crushed him to you in a big hug. Alas, you were not alone, and there were eyes on you two, so you had to instead shift uncomfortably on your feet, scanning your eyes up and down his figure to search for injuries.

He didn’t seem to be sick like a lot of his men, but then again it was hard to see anything despite the layers he was wearing. All that was visible to you was a thin strip of fair skin, interrupted by the azure of his eyes. You took his gloved hand and began tugging him toward the ship.

“You must be freezing,” you stated dumbly, mind still trying to work through the sludge of ice your brain was forming into. “I’ve only been out here for a few minutes, and you’ve been here for.. what... hours? I knew you should have worn those chill-resistant Tauntaun ponchos, but no. They looked “tacky and ridiculous”. Isn’t that what you said over hologram? Only you would choose fashion over safety. I bet you regret it now, huh?”

“Does working your mouth keep you warm?” Obi-Wan quipped. There was no resistance as he let you drag him into the ship, ushering him to your personal quarters. “If so, continue on my behalf. I would hate to see you catch a cold.”

“Oh, I will,” you promised. “Just as soon as I make sure your limbs aren’t going to fall off first. Sit.”

Obi-Wan’s icy eyes glanced wearily to the couch. “I’m all wet. I’ll soil the cushions.”

“Sit.”

He lowered himself onto the couch clumsily, heaving out a breath as he did so. This worried you. Nothing Obi-Wan ever did was anything less than elegant-- even when he was beating the shit out of that four-armed robot with tuberculosis, he did so with the practiced grace of a lithe panther. 

You began with his hands, removing the multiple layers of gloves and throwing them in a wet pile on the floor. When you finally found skin, you were relieved to see that none of his fingers were black, but you still didn’t like the blue and purple tint they had to them. 

You gathered his larger hands in yours, trying to squeeze some warmth back into them, and blew hot breath into your cupped palms. Then you got to work taking his hat off, the scarves, the layers and layers of jackets… it was a process to say the least, and when you were done, you were left with a shivering Obi-Wan in nothing but a skin-tight blacksuit, and a huge pile of sopping wet clothing on the floor.

“I-in a way,” his teeth chattered as chills began to rack his body, “Being n-numb was better than… was better than t-this.”

“It’s a sign that you’re warming up,” you skimmed your fingers across his cheekbone, gaging his temperature. Still ice-cold to the touch, and the white tint to his lips was more than a little alarming. You frowned, then quickly moved away to start a warm shower in the fresher. 

You turned in time to see Obi-Wan struggle to push himself to his feet, failing and falling back against the cushions before succeeding on his second attempt. Now that his face was void of any coverings, you realized just how tired and sickly he looked.

“Did any of the medics check you before I dragged you away?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at the pale pallor of his usually golden skin. Even the sandy strawberry of his hair seemed to wilt, as if the color had been swallowed up by the stark, barren landscape outside.

“I’m alright, d-darling. You’ll come to f-find that I am p-pretty resilient.”

“Pretty resilient my ass, Obi-Wan,” you rolled your eyes. “Someday, your loftiness is going to get you into real trouble.”

“M-my loftiness?”

“And if it’s not that, it’s going to be because you never take care of yourself,” you ignore him, checking the water with your fingertips.  “You’re too damn selfless, is what you are. You don’t realize other people can wait, and don’t need your unbridled attention every second of every day. Yes, there’s a war out there, but you deserve to be saved too.”

In all honesty, you didn’t really mean to begin lecturing him. You were panicked, not liking how quiet and subservient Obi-Wan was being. There was definitely something wrong with him, and running your mouth distracted you from the possibility that maybe he was injured and was hiding it from you, or maybe something happened that triggered that glassy look in his eyes, or maybe he was actually very sick and slipping between your fingers and you didn’t even realize it…

Obi-Wan sensed your panic, too. Ice met your cheek, and he turned your face to look at him.

“Hush, darling,” his cool breath washed over your face like a gust of flurry-speckled wind. “You’re w-working yourself up over n-nothing. I’ll be alright, I p-promise.”

You zipped your mouth closed and nodded. The bags under his eyes were dark, and you were kicking yourself for adding to them. The last thing he needed on his plate was more stress, especially coming from the person who was supposed to be his oasis of love and comfort. You leaned up and placed your lips over his, aiming to kiss some color back into them. 

“My apologies,” you spoke against the coolness of his mouth. “The water’s hot. You can get in now.”

You left Obi-Wan to shower, throwing all of his clothes into the hamper to be taken away for washing. A protocol droid dropped off a new pair of loose fitting sleepwear and Jedi apparel for tomorrow, as well as extra blankets and some warm foods which you had specially requested.

Steam billowed out of the fresher when Obi-Wan emerged, wrapping him in a ghostly embrace. His skin was covered head to toe in goosebumps, and although a little color had returned to his skin, it still looked as if every step took a huge effort. He sat on the chair by the desk, a towel tied around his waist and another working through the dripping hair on his head. He shivered when he felt your hand on his back, slipping the sleep clothes into his lap.

He got changed as you made the bed with all the blankets and set out the food on a bed tray. When you turned and saw that he was all dressed, you immediately took a fluffy blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders, hugging it into his back.

Obi-Wan laughed breathily, a hand coming up to hold yours over his shoulder, stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

“I appreciate the sentiment,” he said, “But this might be a bit overkill.”

There it was. The nasally sound in his voice. The bleary eyes. The slight sniffle, and the rasp of air scraping into his lungs as he breathed. The precursor to a deep, crackling cough. The bastard was sick, you knew it--

Your hand slammed into the protocol message button.

“RA-7, please send up some cold medicine. And a crowbar while you’re at it, there’s someone I need to bludgeon with it--”

“Y/n,” Obi-Wan groaned. He stood and dropped the blanket from around him like he had done with his robes before battle one too many times, turning to face you in exasperation. “I’m okay, it’s just a little cold. I’ll be better by the time we touch down in Coruscant.”

“Not if you don’t keep this blanket on, you won’t,” you retrieved it from the floor and tossed it around his shoulders again. Then you pushed at his shoulders to get him to sit on the bed, piling blankets higher and higher onto him until all that was visible was his annoyed face and the wet strands of his honey toned hair. A strand of his bangs had fallen into his eyes, so you smoothed it back from his forehead and replaced it with your lips. 

Then you reached for the tray of food and set it atop the mountain of blankets that were smothering Obi-Wan.

“I do hope you’re not planning on spoon-feeding me,” he said.

You were, but then the door buzzed,and you knew the cold medicine was here. You left the tray of food to retrieve the package from the protocol droid, and came back to find Obi-Wan sitting up, still almost being swallowed by blankets, but now carefully spooning soup into his mouth. He was taking care of himself, and the sight dissolved your panic and warmed your heart.

You dropped another roll of bread onto his tray before opening the cold medicine, shaking a couple pills into your palm and handing them off to Obi-Wan, who for once had no witty remarks. 

You sat on the bed next to him then, making sure he had the good pillows before turning to find Obi-Wan holding a piece of bread out for you. You shook your head, pushing it back towards him.

“You eat, I’m fine.”

“Y/n, my love, it’ll make me feel better if you eat as well.”

There was Obi-Wan. Even sick and tired and on the edge of hypothermia, he was still looking out for others. So selfless, so giving, so good. You took the bread and bit into it to make him happy.

Once you had finished the bread, he began passing you various other tidbits of food even though you insisted you had already eaten. Meanwhile, he could only manage half the soup before he became too tired to continue. You took the tray away and set it on the bedside table, then turned the lights down and got into bed beside him again.

“Are you warm now?” you smoothed your hands through his damp hair as he lay back on the pillows, sighing deeply at the soft touch.

“Very.”

He was still sniffling a bit, and the raspiness of his breath was increasing with each minute. But he was on the verge of sleep, and rest was exactly what he needed to feel better. 

You set your head down on the pillow next to him, ghosting your fingers over the delicate skin of his closed eyelids, down the slope of his cheekbone, caressing the downy hairs of his beard. He nuzzled his face into the warmth of your palm, inching closer to you.

“You can rest now,” you told him, and he hummed sluggishly in response.

Despite the sheer amount of blankets on him, Obi-Wan began to shiver once more. You’re not sure if the bone-deep cold was setting in again or if it had something to do with his illness, but he kept shifting toward you, yearning for more of your touch.

You took the hint, slipping under the blankets yourself and wrapping your arms around his quivering body the best you could. To see this man-- this renowned Jedi Master, General of the 212th legion of the Republic army, and prominent hero of the Clone Wars-- so weak and fragile and wilting under your touch… it broke fissures into your heart. You tightened your hold on him, crushing him against your body like you could absorb all of his pains and woes and replace them with warmth and comfort instead.

You felt down the length of his arm, up and down, up and down, and with each pass you tried to memorize every dip and curve of his body beneath you. You were hoping to rub some warmth back into him this way, or at least soothe him to sleep if all else proved fruitless, and it seemed to be working. After a while, his shivers subsided and the fingers clinging to the shirt on your back relaxed, as did his face.

He was peaceful now, breathing deep and even as he got the rest he rightfully deserved. You held him close to you, wishing for time to slow so that he could stay with you like this forever.

[softforcal]

Pong Master : Harry Styles

Summary: You’re Harry’s best friend and he invites you down to the tropics while he’s writing his new album. You’ve always been secretly into each other and it comes to a climax over a game of Strip Ping Pong.

Warnings: i mean. its smut. but it’s also soft.

Word Count: 9.4k

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     When you’d arrived at the remote villa and realized that the casita living room had a ping pong table, it had been obvious that copious amounts of time would be spent with playing against Harry who was a known lover of the ‘sport.’

     As one of his best friends in the whole world, Harry had invited you down to the tropics to hang out and have fun while he worked on a new album. You’d known when you agreed to the ‘vacation’ that a lot of his time would go towards working. Most of the people he invited in his entourage were musicians, you being practically the only one who had no obvious reason to be there.

     But Harry had insisted on you coming. You supposed it made sense. He could spend hours working and surrounding himself with musically inclined people but at the end of the day, he often just wanted to collapse on the couch with you and put on some cheesy romantic movie that you’d both seen way too many times.

     The house Harry had rented was huge, with its own studio, multiple bedrooms for everyone, a pool, a massive kitchen and two living rooms. A decently sized casita next to the pool had a bedroom and the room with the pool table, there was also a dart board and a large tv with a couch.

     The property definitely had enough space for you to roam around in and do your own thing while people worked on the album, and the town and beach were only a short walk away. There was nothing about the situation that you could complain about.

     Harry had assigned rooms and he claimed that there were a lot of factors he had considered that he was ‘not at liberty to discuss’ and people rolled with it, fanning out over the villa. He’d walked with you out to the casita, carrying your bag like the gentleman he was.

     “So… why am I all the way out here?” you asked hesitantly as your fingers skimmed the top of the pool table, trying to sound nonchalant, but something must have slipped through the cracks because Harry frowned, setting your bag down.

     “Put you out here cuz we’re going to be working a lot love, figured you could get away from the sounds in case we stay up late or start early.”

     It was a good reason, “oh, i hadn’t thought of that.” you admitted, flashing a smile at Harry who still looked concerned.

     “You didn’t think I wanted you out here to keep you seperate or-” he began but you cut him off by placing your hand on his heavily tattooed forearm.

     “I mean, the thought crossed my mind, but it’s cool Harry, you just explained it to me, it’s good.” you reassured him.

     He looked over your face, gauging if you were being legitimate or just trying to make him feel better. When he had decided that, as you said, it was no worry, he finally grinned, “plus… ping pong table!”

     “Yeah.” you laughed as both of you turned your gaze to it.

     “We can stay up as late as we want out here playing ping pong or watching movies and we won’t keep anyone else awake, yeah?” he asked, trying again to give you more insight into why he’d put you in the separate (and slightly secluded) Casita.

     “What if I get lonely out here?” you asked, only half joking.

     “Well you’re welcome inside any time you want love, my bed is big enough for the both of us, or I could come here, we haven’t had a proper sleep over in ages.” he sighed.

     It had been quite some time since you’d shared a bed. It used to be something you two had done when you were younger, but as the years went by, things had gotten more difficult.

     Not by anything either of you had done, but when it came out that Harry Styles’ best friend was a girl and bed sharing was a thing… well, the media had had a field day, and just like other relationships in his life, yours had been slightly marred from the limelight. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed, but it was a factor to consider whenever the two of you hung out.

     Leaving his apartment in the morning after a night of crying from watching the titanic just didn’t have the same appeal as it once had when you realized you’d be all over the tabloids and internet within a few hours of getting home.

     “Let’s get you settled then.” Harry suggested, once more picking up your bag and carrying it into the bedroom attached to the main casita area. The bed was huge and windows overlooked the ocean, “you also have the best view.” Harry pointed out.

     You elbowed your best friend in the ribs before jumping onto the king sized bed. He set your bags down and joined you, the two of you jumping for a little bit before collapsing, backs pressing against the soft duvet as you stared at the ceiling, “this album is going to be a good one Harry, i can feel it.”

     “I fucking hope so.”

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     You’d spent the entire first day with the group of musicians, checking out the villa then going into town to get groceries. You stuck to Harry’s side like glue, still not as close to the others in the group as you would have liked to be, but Harry didn’t mind.

     His arm slung over your shoulder casually as you walked through the small supermarket. He was on one of his cleanses again, filling the shopping cart with all sorts of vegetables and fruits.

     He’d held up a fruit you’d never seen before in your life, all spiney and yellow, “this can be juiced right?” he asked.

     “How should I know?” you’d laughed, watching him toss it into the cart along with some coconuts and kiwis. He grabbed a little of everything, wanting to have the house stocked with as many tropical health foods as he could, things that would be easy enough to eat while working.

     Harry had rented a large van for the duration of the stay and everyone had piled inside to be driven the short ten minute distance to town. With the added groceries it was obvious there wouldn’t be enough space for the large group and Harry, as always, was the first to volunteer to walk back instead of hitching a ride.

     The road gave a beautiful view of the ocean and the warm tropical air was pleasant, the day too early to be too hot to handle, so you’d agreed to walk with him.

     His musician friends had promised to have everything set up for working by the time you two walked back to the villa and Harry had waved his hand, saying “don’t worry about it.” because Harry rarely outwardly worried.

     You’d chatted while you walked, discussing the vibe he wanted to accomplish and the lyrics he’d already started working on.

     It had always been easy for you to talk to Harry. That was a perk of growing up together, you were completely comfortable around each other.

     When you got back to the villa, someone had prepared a whole tray of sandwiches and sliced fruit. The main living room where they would be jamming had a whole glass wall section that opened up, exposing the pool and stunning view of the ocean.

     You grabbed some food and went to the casita, leaving your door open as you ate, checking out the place you’d be living for the next few weeks while the soft sound of a guitar filled the room.

     When you’d finished eating, you checked out the dart board, taking a few practice throws to see if you could get the hang of it so that when you finally competed against Harry, you’d be at least a little bit ahead.

     Then you went to the tv, turning it on to see if it had Netflix which, thankfully, it did.

     There were a few rom coms you hadn’t seen, the type of movie that you knew Harry would enjoy, so you made a mental note to remember to bring them up later.

     As the day got hotter and the musicians had been working for a few hours, you decided to go for a swim in the pool. Putting on a cute little bikini you had bought specially for the trip, you grabbed a towel and left the casita.

     People seemed to be taking a bit of a break. Harry still sat with Mitch and a writer, the three of them agonizing over a sheet of paper while others walked around the kitchen or sat in the shade on their phones.

     You felt Harry’s eyes on you as you set down your towel and slid into the pool, enjoying the coolness of the water that contrasted the heat of the air.

     There was a small commotion and by the time you turned to look, a huge splash had hit you in the face and you screamed, knowing exactly what had just happened.

     Your best friend resurfaced, shaking his short shaggy curls like a dog, sending water flying everywhere. Harry’s hand pushed his hair out of his face and exposed his cheeky, dimpled grin.

     He was still fully clothed and you laughed, “just couldn’t wait to get in the water huh?”

     “Nope, looked invitin’.” he mused, swimming closer to you.

     “Don’t even think about it Styles.” you warned but he was already trying to grab at you. His hands slipped against your skin as you wiggled away, splashing at him in an effort to escape. Harry’s laugh was music to your ears as you managed to evade his prying hands and the promise of being fully dunked under the water.

     He chased you around the pool for a little while, the two of you splashing at each other and giggling, then Mitch called Harry back to continue to work.

     “This isn’t over.” Harry promised. His hands went to the side of the pool and you watched his shoulders, strong under the soaking wet button up he was still wearing. Harry easily pulled himself out of the pool, shaking some of the water off of himself, discarding his shirt and his pants on the pool deck which made everyone groan. Mitch threw Harry a towel and he padded inside to get a change of clothes.

     You continued to swim around, grabbing a floaty to lounge on while you listened to their progress for a little while.

     Harry tried to control himself, but his eyes kept going to you.

     Laying flat on an ice cream shaped blow up, eyes closed as you tanned, you were gorgeous. He swallowed, tearing his gaze away from you, he focused back to his work but, like clockwork, his eyes found you again and again and again.

     When you finally left to go back to your casita, Harry was able to concentrate.

     At around dinner time, you came back out. Everyone was still working and the sound of Harry singing comforted you while you began to cook. They were all busy so you thought it would be nice if you made dinner for everyone.

     Spaghetti and meatballs were easy enough to make. While the noodles cooked and the meatballs heated in the oven you chopped up a large salad, knowing that not everyone would be down for the carbs.

     When the smell of cooking food reached the group working, they finally took a break. Harry joined you in the kitchen, standing next to you, eyes going to the pasta.

     “Look at you, what a chef.” he mused, watching as you took a strand of pasta out of the boiling water to see if it was cooked.

     You handed it to him and he put it in his mouth, nodding his head to tell you it was done.

     He silently helped you, carrying the pot to the sink where you set up a colander. You put the finished pasta back in the empty pot and he set it down, grabbing plates for everyone while you took the meatballs from the oven, mixing everything.  

     The two of you had always just clicked, working in sync. Always aware of where the other was.

     A light touch on the small of your back had you moving slightly to make room for Harry and a little bump of your hip against him would make him laugh, getting out of your way.

     His friends watched the two of you work and everyone helped take the food to the large dinner table.

     Harry sat at the head of the table, immediately moving a chair out for you with his foot as you took a seat on his right side.

     As everyone ate, you discussed music, world politics, what was on the top charts, that sort of thing. Whenever Harry felt like you weren’t putting much into the conversation because you were shy, he’d direct things at you. He knew you inside and out so it was easy enough for him to slip things into the conversation.

     You found yourself getting more and more comfortable with the others at the table and soon they were even asking you questions, eager to get to know you.

     Finally someone brought up the elephant in the room, “so you two have never dated?”

     “Nope.” you answered.

     “Not that I haven’t tried, this girl has rejected me more times than I can count.” Harry teased, earning a shove against his shoulder as you laughed.

     “Don’t listen to him.” you told everyone, “he’s a liar.”

     “Ouch, that hurts love.” Harry mocked sadness, but a cheeky grin spread over his face, dimples flashing as he looked at you with complete adoration in his eyes.

     The group allowed you to change the topic but it was obvious to everyone at the table, besides you and Harry of course, that no one really believed that you and Harry were ‘just’ friends. The way you and Harry acted together screamed ‘couple’ and everyone knew it was just a matter of time before you two realized it as well.

     When dinner finished Harry made everyone thank you for the lovely food and refused to let you help clean up, hands settling on your shoulders to make you stay seated while he grabbed plates.

     A few of his friends went to the kitchen to help clean up and you stayed at the table, chatting with his friends. One of them got particularly daring and made a comment about their productivity being great after you stopped distracting Harry from the pool but the suggested connotation of what he was saying went completely over your head.

     When everything was done and the table was clean, the group went back to work, Harry sending you a quick wink before you walked back to the casita.

     You busied yourself on your laptop and a few hours flew by. You didn’t notice the music outside coming to an end until your casita door opened and Harry peaked his head in, “great! You’re still awake!” he grinned, inviting himself in. He came to join you on the couch.

     “How was the writing?” you asked.

     “It’s going good, think we’re almost done a song.” he said, “anythin’ good on netflix?”

     You told him about the movies you’d found and just like that, the two of you were curled next to each other, your head on his shoulder as you watched a cheesy movie that made you both laugh together.

     It must have been around one in the morning by the time he finally left, saying “sleep well, if you get scared just come in th’ house, my door will be unlocked.”

     The hug you gave him at the door lasted just a tad longer than usual as you both enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped in each others arms, then he offered a small smile and left. You watched him walk to the main house, not looking back.

     You slept well that night, surrounded by plush white blankets.

     Sunlight seeping through the window woke you up and you smiled, stretching your arms over your head as you rolled out of bed. It was another warm day so you slipped on some shorts and a shirt.

     People were already awake and making music, the sounds greeted you as you opened your door and padded to the main house, offering a small wave and a smile to the guitarists who waved back.

     Harry was in the kitchen. His hair was a mess, sticking up every which way. He was shoving vegetables into a juicer, eyebrows furrowed with focus.

     “You look tired.” you mused, brushing past him to open the fridge.

     “Had no one to snuggle with.” he answered, “couldn’t sleep.”

     “Hmm, you mean your tinder dates didn’t work out for ya last night?” you teased.

     Harry rolled his eyes, groaning loudly, he turned to look at you, “you look rested. I suppose your tinder date worked out quite well, huh, love?”

     “Oh definitely.” you said with enthusiasm, pouring yourself some juice, “made him sneak out at dawn to escape, wouldn’t have wanted my keeper to see the guy or he would have been a gonner.”

     “Your keeper?” Harry looked perplexed.

     You laughed, “You. You’re my keeper Harry.”

     “Hmm.” he crossed his arms over his chest, “I mean, if you’re going to make that sort of judgement about me, at least call me sir or daddy or something more fun than your ‘keeper.’”

      “I am never calling you daddy... or sir.” you said pointedly, taking a sip of your juice.

     Harry quirked an eyebrow, “never say never love.”

     You rolled your eyes, grinning, “piss off.”

     “You love me.” he stated, reaching out an arm that wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you to his chest.

     He was warm and smelled distinctly like Harry, a mix of expensive cologne and the cherry chapstick he sometimes more.

     Someone called Harry’s name and he let you go, “so what are you doing today?” he asked.

     “Thought I’d go check out the town a little.” you answered.

     He frowned, “wish I could come with but I gotta finish this song-”

     “I know, it’s okay, that’s why you’re here Harry. Don’t worry. Your work comes first.” you assured him, reaching out to give his hand a little squeeze.

     He nodded, smiling slightly, “be careful.”

     “I will.”

     He grabbed his sloshy, unappetizing, orange coloured juicer drink and left the kitchen to join the group waiting for him.

     True to your word, you spent the day in town looking around. There were so many interesting things you were just itching to take a picture of and send to Harry but you held yourself back, not wanting to distract him from his work. So instead you saved the photos and vowed to show them to him later when he finally had time.

     In other circumstances, you may have been lonely, but with your earbuds in, you made the most of it. On one hand, you were alone, but on the other, you were in one of the most beautiful places in the world, all expenses paid in full by your superstar best friend who had persuaded you to come by claiming he couldn’t live without you. Life was good and you would be damned if you allowed a little isolationism to rain on your parade.

     The dark grey tropical storm clouds had began to form as you walked home. By the time you got back to the villa, it was pouring rain and the loud rumbling of thunder cracked across the sky.

     Going straight into the back of the villa, you made an effort to run past the pool and reach the safety of the casita. People were still playing guitar and everyone looked up as you ran past.

     Harry put his guitar down quickly, running to catch up to you. You hadn’t noticed his approach so when his arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you off the ground you squealed.

     “Harry put me down!” you said, knowing instinctively whose body was pressed against your back.

     “You’re all wet love!” he laughed, the sounds melding with the giggles coming from his friends who were watching the two of you in amusement.

     “We’re in the rain!” you screamed as he set you down, “and now you’re all wet too!”

     You turned to look at Harry and he shrugged, “water doesn’t bother me.”

     “Yeah I know, but I’m bothered.” you stated, running to the safety of your casita. He stood in the rain and watched you, “now you have to go change!” you called.

     He shrugged, sporting a massive grin on his face. You sighed, laughing at his carefree antics. Once again you watched him head back to the main house.

     It wasn’t even dinner time when there was a knock at your door. You stood to get it and Harry was standing there, looking a little worse for wear. It was still storming outside and the mere run from the main house to the casita had obviously taken a toll on the windswept rockstar.

     He had a bunch of food on a plate in his hands that he set down on the coffee table after you’d let him in. “done for the day.” he explained, “thought we’d have a movie night or something.”

     You agreed immediately, more than ready to finally get some time with your best friend. After choosing a tv series to start together, you ate and laughed and had a generally great time, which wasn’t surprising, you always enjoyed yourself with Harry.

     It was getting late when you turned the tv off, wanting to talk instead of watch. The way Harry turned his entire body to look at you, giving you his complete and undivided attention, was always something you’d appreciated about him.

     Getting a chance to show him all the cool things you’d seen in town on your phone, Harry vowed to find time the next day to go with you, needing a change of scenery already to help get his ‘creative juices flowing.’

     He was in the middle of a sentence when you yawned, Harry immediately stopped, “so I’m boring you then?” he teased.

     You grinned, stretching your arms over your head as you groaned, “definitely.”

     His fingers were tickling your sides before you could even blink as his large body pinned you down against the couch to stop you from thrashing and accidentally kicking him. You squealed loudly, eyes clenching as you tried to get him off of you but he was unrelenting.

     “Have you had enough?!” he asked.

     “Yes!”

     “Am I still boring you?!”

     “No!”

     “Not very convincing.” he tutted.

     “Harry!” you screamed.

     He finally pulled away, getting off of you to go back to his corner of the couch.

     You were breathing heavily as you wiped the tears from you eyes, “you’re such a dick.”

     “Do you want more tickles?” he asked in shock.

     “No!” you said, kicking your legs out to act as a barrier so he couldn’t get to you again, “no more tickles.”

     He watched you in silence as you caught your breath. All that could be heard was the sound of the storm outside.

     “Can I stay here tonight?” he asked, breaking the silence.

     You looked at him with curiosity before saying, “yeah, of course.”

     “Couldn’t sleep last night.” he said, reminding you of your conversation from the morning.

     When you had been younger and you’d had sleepovers, you had always slept in separate beds but whenever one of you couldn’t sleep, you’d wiggled your way into the others bed and that always seemed to solve the problem. You hoped, for the sake of his efficiency, that staying with you would get him some well deserved shut eye, he needed to be top of his game to make the new album.

     “And it’s raining pretty hard.” you pointed out, not wanting him to go out in the terrible weather yet again.

     Harry turned to look out the window and you admired his side profile for a moment before his green eyes came back to yours, “want to sleep now?” he asked.

     “Sure.” you smiled, standing from the couch.  

     He followed you into the bedroom and watched you grab your sleeping clothes. You went to the bathroom and he waited for you to change. When you were done, you opened the door and began to brush your teeth. He leaned in the doorway and watched you.

     “What?” you asked, mouth full of sudsy toothpaste.

      “We haven’t done this in a while.” he pointed out.

     You shrugged, rinsing out your mouth, “shit happens.”

     “Missed it.”

     “Me too.”

     He offered you a small smile and you passed him the tooth brush automatically. You hadn’t had a sleepover in a ages, but old habits die hard, and it felt natural to offer the unprepared boy your toothbrush.

     You moved out of his way and he brushed his teeth, now it was your turn to watch. He had grown a lot since you were kids, obviously. He was taller, broader and his skin was littered with beautiful black marks that each had their own quirky story. But he was still your Harry.

     He finished up and the two of you walked back into the bedroom. He began to take his shirt off then stopped, “you’re okay if I-”

     “Yeah, just as long as you’re not fully naked.” you waved your hand, getting onto your side of the bed.

     Harry opened his mouth to say something cheeky back but you yawned again and his words caught in his throat, watching the way your shirt pulled up slightly, exposing just the smallest sliver of tummy.

     He looked away, pulling his shirt off and wriggling out of his pants. He got into the bed quickly, hiding the effect you were having on him with the blanket. You turned off the light and Harry turned, lying on his side facing you, “remember when I used to sing to you during thunderstorms?” he asked.

     You turned to face him as well, not being able to help the smile that came to your face, “yeah. You always did it cuz you thought I was scared but I think you just liked singing to me, even then.”

     Harry smiled, just able to make out your soft features in the low light, “always love singing to ya, why do you think I make you come to almost every concert?”

     It was a pretty great perk, front row tickets to every show you could make it to. He’d even taken you on the first leg of his solo tour before you had to go back home for work.

     “I figured you invited me so you could point me out to everyone as your best friend and make all the girls in the audience even softer for you.” you teased, “great way to get into any lady’s pants.”

     Harry scoffed, rolling onto his back so he could run his fingers through your hair, “you and your smart mouth.”

     “You love me.” you said, repeating his own words from the morning.

     Harry said nothing and after a few minutes, you assumed he had fallen asleep. Harry had a knack for falling asleep, which is why it was so aggravating to him when he had nights where rest was difficult.

     You fell into a peaceful sleep not long after.

     The morning sunshine woke you up for a second day in a row and you stretched your arms over your head only to hit something solid.

     Harry groaned, moving your arm out of his face, “ow.” he said, voice low.

     You realized you were curled up against his chest and when you raised your hands to stretch, you had completely smacked him in the face.

     His arms tightened around you, keeping you close, Harry still not ready to wake up yet.

     You allowed him to keep you secure, finger tracing over one of his birds under his collar bone, enjoying the warmth radiating off his body.

     It felt natural to be this close. But there was a feeling underneath the comfort, something that you’d been trying to ignore for years. You two were best friends, but damn, you’d have to be blind to say you didn’t find Harry attractive and even then, you were sure his voice alone could woo a girl into taking her panties off. But you had always pushed it aside, convinced nothing would ever happen.

     You two were so comfortable with each other that you put on face masks and watched rom coms for god's sake! Harry only saw you as a friend, and you were sure of that. Or at least, part of you was.

     But things had been changing. You remembered the way he’d reacted with the first tabloid that wrote that you and him were an item, with pictures of you leaving his place in the morning acting as ‘proof.’

     He had been very nonchalant about it. You were the one who began to pull away. You knew that, but it had been hard for you to stay at that level with him without getting deeper into the feelings that you knew had always been there.

     And here you were, wrapped in his arms again for the first time in years. And it brought everything flooding back.

     Everything you’d been so desperate to keep locked and hidden.

     Harry could feel you stiffen in his arms, “you okay love?” he asked, looking down at you with sleepy eyes.

     You nodded, “yeah, I just, uh, this isn’t comfy.” you lied.

     “Here.” he said, easily pushing you around so your back was to his chest, his arms pulling you back so he could spoon you, “better?”

     You sighed. Both positions had been perfect.

     “Yeah.” you answered.

     You could feel his breath delicately teasing your shoulders and the back of your neck, setting your entire body on fire with each exhale. One breath made you shiver and Harry’s grip on your hips tightened, his eyes flashing over, “don’t move.” he stated, suddenly sounding very commanding as opposed to the sleepy, cuddly guy he had been moments earlier.

     “What do you-” you began to ask, but then you felt it. The unmistakable press of something long, and hard, against your ass.

     Your breath caught in your throat and once more, you tensed under his hands.

     “Fuck.” Harry cursed, pulling away from you and sliding his legs out of the bed. He sat there for a moment, grabbing his pants that he then haphazardly pulled on, “m’ sorry.” he mumbled before racing from the room, not even bothering to grab his shirt on the way out.

     You laid there in a stunned silence for a while. Lots of guys got morning wood. It had its own name didn’t it? ‘Morning wood.’ You thought about it for a few minutes, feeling conflicted about the whole situation.

     The ‘vacation’ was planned for at least two weeks, with the option of a one week extension if necessary, and you were on day three. Even if you wanted to talk to Harry about the whole thing, it was so early into the trip and if you were just making shit up, or if he didn’t feel the same way… then it would be an awkward remainder of the trip.

     You cussed, burying your face in the pillow that still smelt like him.

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     You didn’t see Harry again until lunch time, hoping to sneak into the main house and grab some food while the musicians were all working, but as you entered the kitchen you almost bumped into Harry, who had been reaching for something from a shelf and turned abruptly.

     “Hey.” he said, looking down at you.

     “Hey.” you retorted, hating yourself immensely.

     “Hungry?” he asked, holding up the protein powder he’d gotten off the shelf.

     “Think I’m just going to grab some fruit then I’m heading down to the beach.” you answered, stepping away from him to grab something from the fruit bowl.

     “Right, uh… well, be careful.” he said, “and uh, have fun yeah?”

     You nodded, grabbing your food and leaving, feeling the heat in your skin. You cursed yourself the entire walk to the casita and then the entire walk down to the beach, you had just made it awkward even though you told yourself you wouldn’t.

     The day at the beach was nice. You walked into town again, when you got bored you got dinner from a small hole in the wall restaurant enjoying some small chat with the nice women who worked there.

     Taking your time and enjoying yourself, you finally began to walk home, having successfully avoided Harry for practically the full day. You even managed to sneak past the group who was still working and slip into the Casita without seeing him.

     It was dark when you finally got a text from him, ‘where are you?’

     ‘In the casita.’

     Within moments there was a knock at the door and you sighed, standing and opening it to see a very worried looking Harry, “where have you been all day?” he asked, shoulders tense.

     “I told you I went to the beach, and then I went to town and got dinner-”

     “Shoulda messaged, I was worried.” he said.

     “Well you could have messaged me.” you pointed out.

     Harry sighed, running a hand through his mess of dark curls, “can I uh, can I come in?”

     You moved the door wider for him and he slipped past you, walking straight to the ping pong table he picked up a paddle, “wanna play a game?” he asked.

     “Sure.” you said, wondering what he had up his sleeve.

     You picked up a paddle and Harry grabbed the ball, tossing it in his hands a few times, “so here’s the deal.” he stated, “every time you miss the ball, I get to ask you a question and you have to answer honestly, or... you strip.”

     You scoffed at him before you realized he was being serious, “Harry-”

     Before you could finish, he had smacked the ball towards you and you missed it, “your choice love.”

     You sighed, really not wanting to start the game off with a truth. You had no idea what sort of uncomfortable question he would as you, noticing the very odd look in his eye that you had never seen before.

     You slipped off a sock, holding it up for him, “happy?”

     “Just hit the ball, pet.” he instructed, eyes looking determined and ready.

     You volleyed and he countered, you managed to hit it back only for him to wack it at you again, this time you missed. You took off another sock.

     This continued until you had removed both socks, your necklace, and your hair tie. Finally, you had to take something else off and it would actually begin to matter.

     Harry eyed you as you stared at the ball that he had just smashed past you. Reaching for the hem of your shirt you pulled it off, thankful that you were wearing a cute bra underneath.

     “Why are you so good at this?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

     It was no secret that Harry adored ping pong.

     You had no clue why you’d agreed to this game.

     Harry didn’t say anything, eyes fixed on you as you smashed the ball towards him, for the first time, he missed it, eyes having been more pleasantly engaged with the beautiful details of your bra.

     “Fuck.” he cursed.

     Harry began to unbutton his shirt and you watched as he took it off, throwing it onto the couch. With his entire chest exposed, he looked angelic, and you would have bet that your already shit ping pong abilities, had just gotten ten times worse.

     He picked up the ball, sending it your way and you tried to counter it but failed.

     Again, he didn’t say anything. No teasing quip about having to make a choice between your pants or a truth, no cheeky grin, just an unreadable gaze that stayed fixed on you as you pushed down your pants.

     He’d seen you in a bikini before, but there was something more intimate about the bra and panties adorning your skin. You felt very exposed for the first time, an uncomfortable feeling washing over you.

     “Harry-”

     “Hit the ball.”

     You sighed, making a feeble attempt, the ball hit the net, not even going to Harry’s side.

     “Try again.” he encouraged, finally giving you a glimmer of the best friend you knew and loved.

     You grabbed the ball and served again, he hit it back but this time he didn’t fire it quite so hard and you wondered if he was giving you a chance on purpose. The back and forth continued for a little while and it solidified the idea that he was suddenly going easy on you, his strokes lacking the usual power that would have had all your clothes gone by this point.

     He finally seemed to get tired of it and smashed the ball at you again, you missed it and Harry set down his paddle, crossing his beautifully tattooed arms over his chest.

     “What are you doing?” you asked.

     “Gonna ask you a truth now, unless you fancy taking off that cute little bra fo’ me.” although his words may have been teasing, his stone cold gaze was not.

     You gave in, also putting down your paddle, “What do you want to know?”

     “Do you ever want to be more than friends?” he asked, “like, would ya ever consider datin’ me?”

     You were taken aback by his question. Not that you hadn’t been worried it would be asked. You weren’t sure what you had been worried about but the anxious feeling of something creeping up your spine was proof that your anxiety had not been unmerited.

     “I uh…” you bit at your lip, “Harry I don’t want to ruin our friendship-”

     “Who says you’ll be ruinin’ it?”

     You scoffed, feeling tears in your eyes, not sure how they got there, “you’re Harry fucking Styles, come on, you have your pick of super models and singers and actresses-”

     “So?”

     “So I can’t afford to think that way Harry!” you almost screamed, hands balling at your sides, “I don’t get you! You bring me around to all this shit and I hear about your flings and I’m there for you when stuff doesn't work out with these girls and I keep myself at a distance and you invite me here where I feel like a complete outsider because everyone is doing something to help you write your new album and I’m not-”

     “Who says you’re not helping?” he asked, coming around the ping pong table to approach you, hands outstretched and searching for your own in an effort to calm you down,

     You allowed him to grab your hands, his thumbs stroking your palms that he faced upwards, something that always had a soothing effect on you.

     “Harry of course I’m not helping-”

     “Wrote a song about you today.” he interrupted you.

     You rolled your eyes, “great, what's it called? Friend zone? The story of a girl who was never good enough? My dumb best friend-”

     “Stop that.” Harry snapped sternly, eyes piercing and full of intensity, “who ever said you’re not good enough?”

     “The magazines-” you began, thinking about those articles who had always skimmed over you, the articles who made it seem like your only importance in life is how you related to the famous Harry Styles. The magazines who would gush about any other woman Harry was ever seen with, any girl but you, besides the initial magazine cover where they’d described you as ‘an unknown girl’ not ‘unnamed raven-haired beauty’ or ‘unknown gorgeous bombshell’ as they’d described his other flings in the past.

     “What about the magazines love?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed with concern, hands continuing to try to relax you.

     “They always-” you stammered, “they just… they said I was a nobody, they never even-”

     “I made it clear from the start that the magazines weren’t supposed to write about ya pet.” Harry said, “I made that clear so you wouldn’t have to worry bout this shit but here you are worrying again.”

     You looked up at him.

     Once again, he’d done something and put a lot of thought into it to protect you, and once again you were reacting to it all wrong. Just like with him giving you the casita to stay in.

     You sighed, “fuck! I’m so confused!”

     “Never wanted you to have pressure, never wanted it to come between our friendship-” Harry began again.

     “Friendship.” you repeated his words back to him as you took your hands away from his, “friendship, Harry.”

     “Yes it’s a bloody fucking friendship!” Harry finally snapped, throwing his hands in the air, “because I’ve never had the fucking guts to tell ya how I feel about ya! Never had the guts to do this-” he grabbed your face, pressing his lips to yours.

     You were shocked for a moment before you melted into the kiss, hands bunching against the waistband of his pants as he pulled you closer. His tongue slid against your bottom lip and you opened your mouth for him, longing for him to deepen the kiss.

     But he didn’t, instead he pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours. His thumbs rubbed at your cheeks, “you gonna answer my question or what love?”

     “What was the question?” you asked, still in a daze.

     “Do you wanna be more than friends?”

     “God yes.” you breathed. The words had no sooner left your mouth than his lips were on yours again, finally deepening the kiss as one of his hands pulled away from your face, going to wrap around your body and press against the small of your back, keeping you as close to him as possible.

     It was a blessing that you both had already taken off some of your clothes, skin pressing against skin and sending warmth radiating through your body.

     Harry bent down, hands both moving to your ass as he lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom, closing the door behind you with his foot.

     He placed you gently onto the bed, getting in top of you as you tried to push down his pants. Harry grinned against your lips and you giggled, causing you both to laugh.

     “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” you said.

     “Took us long enough wouldn’t you agree?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your lips.

     Instead of answering, you focused on getting his pants down, finally succeeding you realized he had not been wearing underwear and your laugh ran through the room, “of fucking course you’re not wearing anything under these!” you teased, pulling at his pants and letting them smack down against his skin again, “what were you going to do if I got another ball past you?”

     This guy had challenged you to strip ping pong while wearing only a shirt and pants. You wanted to roll your eyes at it and hate the cockiness that radiated off of him as he answered “knew I’d win, love” but the confidence in his voice made your stomach feel fluttery.

     “Cuz I’m bad or cuz you’re a ping pong master?” you asked, moaning slightly as his lips moved down to your neck, finding your sweet spot faster than you could even think.

     “Bit a’ both.” he answered.

     You laughed, pushing at his chest, “take it back!”

     “Make me.” he said, biting at your collarbone.

     You groaned, fingers tangling in his beautiful curls and pulling him back up so his lips were on yours again.

     He ground down against you and a deep moan vibrated from his chest from the feeling of his bare cock against the thin fabric of your already damp panties.

     “Condom-” you began but he was already ahead of you, reaching into the back pocket of the jeans that were haphazardly stuck just above his knees.

     “Take your panties off.” he instructed, rolling of of you and onto his back so he could wiggle out of the confines of his pants.

     You quickly got rid of the fabric that had been keeping him from being inside of you and Harry rolled on the condom, “bra too, love.” he reminded you.

     Rolling your eyes you unhooked your bra tossing it across the room as he once more settled between your legs, “did you just roll your eyes at me?” he grinned.

     “Wouldn’t be the first time Styles.” you answered.

     His hand came to grab at your jaw and his gaze darkened, your laughter stopped, eyes searching his as he looked down at you in a predatory manner, “gonna apologize or what, pet?”

     You would have laughed in any other situation but you’d never seen Harry serious like this. The other morning when he’d suggested you call him ‘daddy’ or ‘sir’ it had been light hearted, but looking into his eyes now, you realized that it had come from a place inside him that was decidedly not light of fluffy in the slightest.

     “I’m uh… I’m sorry?” you said, trying to give him what he was asking for, but not quite sure how to do it, still a little shocked that you were seeing a new side of him that he’d only ever hinted at existing.

     Harry stared at you for a moment then chuckled, letting go of your chin as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, “fuck, sorry, I’m uh, I’m just used to uh…”

     “Being the dom.” you finished for him.

     “Yeah. You into that sort of thing?” his hand reached between your bodies, grabbing his dick so he could brush it against you, teasing you as you waited with anticipation.

     “I could be but I mean, it’s something we’d have to talk about.” you said, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the familiar scent of your best friend that you were so accustomed too.

     “A chat for another time then?”

     “Hmm.” you hummed, “but I meant it earlier, no daddy or sir.”

     “Like I said earlier,” he slid inside of you and you both groaned loudly, “never say never love.”

     His lips attacked yours again as he kept still inside of you, allowing you to adjust to his size. When your fingernails dug into his shoulders he took that as a sign to move, pulling almost all the way out slowly, before pushing back in with a harsh snap of his hips.

     You moaned into his mouth and Harry ate it up, grinning, “sound so pretty fo’ me.”

      A smile spread across your face again as you opened your eyes, looking up at the guy you’d loved for years. The guy who’d been with you through thick and thin. The guy who held your hand during scary films or cried with you when a dog died in a movie. The guy who had picked you up more times than you could count, dusting you off and giving you a little pat on the back with a word of encouragement.

     Your chest felt tight, heart swelling with emotion.

     “You okay?” Harry asked with concern, stopping his motions as he stared down at you.

     “Yeah just… uh… just ignore me.” you laughed, pulling his lips back to yours, “I’m just really happy.”

     Harry grinned and it was the biggest smile you’d ever seen, his already gorgeous features somehow reached an angelic level, which was saying something. “Me too.” he said, pressing soft kisses all over your face as his motions picked up again.

     You tried to focus on how good he was making you feel but there was just something about the fluttering in your chest that was making the whole thing almost comical and Harry could tell, laughing slightly again, “you know, this whole giggling thing isn’t doin’ much for my ego pet.” he warned you.

     “Ignore me.” you told him.

      “Could never do that.” he assured you, “think the problem is that this is too soft for you.”

     You almost laughed again, “soft is good though.”

     “Soft is great.” he agreed, “but rough is somethin’ else entirely.” he nipped at your jaw, waiting for your reaction.

     Finally you gave in, thinking ‘what the hell’ you were past the point of no return regardless.

     “I guess if it’s your speciality-” you began but you were never able to finish your thought because he had pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and maneuvering your ass up as he slammed into you from behind.

     This was not something you could laugh about.

     In the new angle, Harry was hitting a spot inside of you that made your toes curl, mind unable to form words. The most you could do was grab onto the bed sheets and hope you weren’t loud enough for people from the main house to hear you.

     Harry’s grip on your waist was unrelenting and the sound of skin slapping skin and moans filled the room.

     Now that you didn’t have to look at your best friend, there wasn’t much to giggle about, especially with him pounding into you like his life depended on it.

     You’d always heard hype about Harry in bed but being in the heat of it was, first, something you’d never in a million years expected to be, and second, a complete mind fuck because you’d heard he was amazing, hell, you’d heard he was a god, but even then, the word seemed to be lacking.

     The small groans leaving his lips were music to your ears, having always adored his voice, this was a whole new ball field and you had to admit, you loved it.

     His hand wrapped around the front of your bodies, reaching between your legs to rub against your clit. You moaned louder, feeling an orgasm begin to build tight in your stomach.

     Another low groan left Harry’s lips as you clenched around him, his eyes closed for a moment, allowing his head to loll back and just enjoy the moment. But he couldn’t keep his gaze off of you for too long, once more focusing on your gorgeous back and the way your bum looked with each thrust.

     His hand ached to give you a little smack.

     Just a little one.

     He’d tapped your ass once or twice before but it had always resulted in giggles and chasing, it had always been friendly, not meaning to bring pain as well as pleasure.

     His grip tightened on your waist as he contemplated it for a moment, finally deciding it was not the time. You could discuss choking and spanking and all the ‘good stuff’ another day, but for now, he wanted to see you.

     Harry wanted to enjoy the face he’d grown so used to seeing. The face that grinned at him whenever he got nervous on stage or offered a small smile when he was getting worried about being late or having big meetings. The face that he’d woken up to that morning and felt a devastatingly deep urge to kiss.

     He pulled out of you and you began to protest when he flipped you over again, you landed on your back and Harry immediately slipped into you again, grabbing one of your legs to put over his shoulder.

     Just like the first position change, the new angle had him going even deeper and you wondered for a moment what another new position would bring, but before you could think too hard about it, the feeling of him in your lower abdomen made everything else disappear.

     He pressed a kiss to your knee where it was hooked over his shoulder, one hand on your thigh to keep you there.

     With your eyes closed, enjoying the sensations, Harry thought you looked ethereal.

     He’d had many dream about this moment. Many hours had been dedicated to wondering what this would be like if it ever happened but Harry’s imagination seemed to be quite lacking, the image he’d had in his mind paled in comparison to reality.

     He swallowed thickly, overcome by a sudden surge of emotion as he watched you get closer and closer to the edge because of him.

     “Harry-” you said, reaching out your hands, eyes still closed as you searched for him.

     He took your leg off of his shoulder and repositioned himself in missionary, letting out a groan as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his lips to yours.

     You squeezed around him again and Harry bit on your lip, eyebrows furrowing as the feeling engulfed him, his movements becoming sporadic as he chased his high.

     The new pattern of thrusts made you cum around him and you gasped, whimpers leaving your mouth. Your pulled at his hair lightly and that small amount of pain mixed deliciously with the way you were fluttering around him, dragging him over the edge with you.

     Lips touching as you both panted, bodies still shaking from your orgasms.

     He kissed you softly, a hand coming up to cup your face.

     You both opened your eyes around the same time, the giddy, giggly feeling returning as you enjoyed finally being this close.

    “Be right back.” he said, kissing your nose before he got off of you and went to the bathroom to discard the condom.

     You got under the covers, opening them for Harry as he entered the room. When you were comfortably settled under the thin, white duvet, he pulled you to his chest.

     Your naked bodies pressed against each other but you fit like puzzle pieces, having always meant to be connected. You cursed yourself for not trying this before, especially since it felt so natural now that you had.

     Your fingers traced the tattoos on his arms, listening to the fast thumping of his heart in his chest.

     “So you wrote a song about me and it wasn’t called friend zone right?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

     Harry chuckled, staring at the ceiling as he ran his fingers through your hair, “thought you’d forgotten about that.”

     “Not a chance. So tell me what it’s about?”

     “Been thinkin’ about it for a while. It’s about being in love with your best friend-”

     “You love me Styles?” you asked, looking up at him.

     Harry looked down, “thought it was obvious.”

     You buried your head in his chest to hide your flushed skin as his arms wrapped protectively around you, “i’ve made a mess of things haven’t I?’ he asked.

     Looking up at him again, you pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw, “no. I love you too Harry. I always have.”

     “Always?”

     You groaned, “yes always!”

     His dimples showed as he grinned, “we’re both fucking idiots aren't we?”

     “Understatement of the century.” you both just smiled, adoring each other, “hey.... putting me in the Casita didn’t have anything to do with you planning on fucking me sometime this trip did it Harold?”

     “Erm…” his skin turned slightly pink and you smacked his chest lightly, “i mean i thought about it!” Harry admitted, “didn’t think it would actually happen but then the whole thing happened this mornin’ and i’ve been wound up for hours love. When you wore that bikini yesterday? Part of me thought you’d done it on purpose, jus for me.”

     “I had no idea it affected you so much… or I would have worn it sooner.”

     “You’re a fucking minx you know that?” he laughed, “maybe this is why I never told you how I felt before, because you’re such a tease.”

     “You love it.” you insisted.

     Harry sighed, “I love you. Even if you are the biggest fucking tease I’ve ever met.” he paused for a moment, “so on a scale of one to ten with one being ‘it’s not that bad’ and ten being ‘I fucking hate it’ how do you really feel about the word Daddy?”

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ANNA COME BACK

So I’ve felt too sick to write the last few days and it has bothered me. Finally I gave in and wrote tonight while sitting here feeling bored and crummy. I decided Anna should be sick too. Except she doesn’t stay in bed. Poor Elsa.

The chirping of little birds and a soft, gentle wind welcomed in a beautiful, chilly Arendellian morning. The sun had risen and the sky was blue. Citizens of the kingdom were awake, checking their livestock, prepping bread to bake, waking their children for lessons and so much more. It looked to be another perfect day in the kingdom.

Elsa was happy to be spending another day in the castle, but not pleased about why. She hadn't meant to wake Anna as she checked on her but she did, and her sister was coughing up a storm as she tried to poke a leg out from under the covers.

"No no no! Why is it that you sleep like a rock any other morning but today and yesterday when you SHOULD rest-"

"I got a kingdom to run!" Anna slurred out, trying to roll out as Elsa crawled on top of her and placed her hands against her shoulders.

"Anna, NO, stay down," Elsa insisted, and she was very worried. Anna had caught a nasty cold, or flu, she wasn't sure which. Her sister was burning up and coughing and all her delicate handkerchiefs were in a gross snotty pile at the foot of her bed. A small pile might be normal for Anna, but that much and that nasty- no, that was bad.

Anna stared up at her with eyes watery from her latest coughing fit and laughed a little. "You're beautiful, but I have to get up."

"I'm...Anna..." Elsa was fighting back a smile. Any other time Anna would grab her down and hold her there, and not let her leave but all of the sudden she was hellbent on getting up and doing her daily routine (which always varied just a bit depending on when she got up).

"You're not Anna. I am. Lemme up, I'm fine."

Elsa sighed and placed on hand against Anna's cheek. "Your face is burning Anna. You need to stay in bed. You're in no shape to do your duties today. Let me."

"We can't just switch up, you've told me be-"

"We can when it's your health!" And that's when she frowned. If anything ever happened to Anna, she would never forgive herself. The fact that it was illness getting her and not her own magic didn't matter. Somehow she always felt Anna's life was in her hands even when she wasn't right at her side. "Please, for me, stay here," she said, stroking her face.

Anna chose that moment to suddenly wrinkle up her nose and blow a huge sneeze in Elsa's face. As soon as she realized what she did, she shrank back. "...Sorry."

Shock and disgust crossed Elsa's face briefly. As much as she loved Anna, she wasn't a fan of the slick drops on her cheeks and...and her lips. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to think about it too much. She wiped her face with her hand which was still nasty, but a little better.

"I'm sorry!" Anna repeated. She clutched Elsa's arm as one hand still rested on her shoulder. "I really am! It's just that...I should take care of things, I shouldn't just..."

"You know...how about you prove to me that you're sorry." Elsa reopened her eyes.

"Oh..." Anna opened her arms wide. "Okay!"

"What so you can wipe your nose on me!? No thanks. If you're really sorry, you'll stay here and rest. You'll rest and let Kristoff and I take care of things." Elsa was already starting to form some ice to cool her down. "Got it?"

Anna didn't say yes, but her cute pout and crossed arms were a good enough answer for Elsa.

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As usual it was hard to tear herself away from Anna, but Elsa did so with instructions to Gerda about getting those handkerchiefs taken care of and new blankets, plus enough hot tea to even drown Nokk. Her sister was in good hands and Elsa knew that.

"You know, I saw a beautiful sunflower scarf on one of my ice deliveries, it was at the stall where they sold that enormous white pumpkin last year," Kristoff had told her with a little smile.

Elsa immediately sent for it and thanked him.

Buying presents for her sick sister wasn't all she had to do, though she would have been okay with it. She had a couple of meetings to attend on her behalf and found herself just a little anxious. Elsa hadn't encountered many issues being queen herself. She was good at keeping her dignity and though she tended to remain quiet because she didn't always know what to say, when she did speak she usually did well. Bit by bit she had chipped away at her anxiety of the past to fulfill a role she had studied for over the years.

Before going to Ahtohallan she had settled into the rhythm comfortably. So it should have been that she would not be worried.

She was anyway.

As Elsa walked through the Great Hall in her white gown decorated with the purple and blue spirit symbols, she held her head high to conceal her fretting. Would it be seen as an insult to have the queen's sister instead? She didn't care so much for how they viewed her, but more about how it would reflect Anna's reputation and bringing any harm to that in the long run was never something she would want to do.

And that was what had her at maximum anxiety.

Kristoff had informed her that their guests were from the south, where they believed gods walked among them and 'ate a lot of grapes'. With that alone she knew the kingdom and as such, everything went smoothly - they remembered her, calling her an ice goddess. It was slightly embarrassing but everyone was friendly and Elsa felt relieved when she left.

Next she was supposed to walk through town but...she went to check on Anna.

Elsa knocked on the door first. "Anna it's me, I-" She stopped suddenly when she opened the door and saw the bed empty. "Anna!?" Immediately she felt panicked. Where the hell had she gone? She whipped around just in time to see Kai, who stood before her looking tired.

He held up his hand to stop the incoming question. "I know exactly where she is. Queen Anna was staggering through the Great Hall and said she was going to walk to the village."

Elsa felt her face begin to heat with anger at how casually he said that. "Kai! You didn't stop her!?"

He took a nervous step back. "I did! I tried! But aside from try to knock the poor girl down..."

Elsa realized how much she had bristled and how scary she must look, eyes glaring and-and she hadn't even noticed at first but ice tingled in her fingertips! No, she couldn't freak out! She had to count backward in her head to calm down, heart thudding in her chest. Anna was out of bed with a bad fever and likely not thinking straight if at all.

"Fine. Fine. I got her," she finally said. She started to rush off but had to catch herself. "Ah. Sorry for snapping," she told Kai. Then she allowed herself to take off.

So, the Great Hall. It should be easy enough to get to her and stop her, but how had she even gotten down there safely? The night before she had to carry Anna to bed. She'd nearly passed out standing up from dinner.

Her sister's spirit was incredible. That mixed with a high fever meant she was probably ridiculously delusional and not safe. Elsa left a small trail of snowflakes in her wake as she tried to make herself focus.

The Great Hall was empty.

"No no no!" She headed for the doors, stopping along the way as she saw a castle guard on his was through. "Excuse me!" she called, hurrying toward him.

The man bowed his head. "Queen Elsa!"

"I'm not-nevermind." A title argument was unnecessary. If she was queen for the day, it worked. "Have you seen Queen Anna?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I've very sorry your highness, I have not."

"I see. Thank you," she said, bidding him goodbye before hurrying on. She had to hope Anna didn't actually get outside, because that-

One of the doors slammed open. "Elsa!" yelled Kristoff. "Elsaaaaaaaoh you're right there," he trailed off, holding up something purple in his hand. "Elsa I think Anna was outside! I found this!"

Kristoff looked worried, his blonde hair especially scruffy looking. Sven was behind him, making concerned noises and watching them. Elsa hurried forward to examine what it was he had, delicate material it looked like, and she reached forward to take it...until she realized what it was and her hand stopped in midair. "Is that one of Anna's handkerchiefs?" she asked.

He nodded, looking grave. "Used," he added. "She's outside...but I didn't see her."

Oh no.

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With Gerda and Kai to watch the castle and put off some of the day's duties while Sven hung around the doors, Elsa and Kristoff set off to find Anna. They didn't think she'd be hard to find. Anna loved to talk, for one. She would talk anyone's ear off if she had the time and they couldn't get away. Surely she was caught up talking to someone, right? Even if she didn't find another human, Elsa hadn't seen Olaf all day and he probably needed his dose of Anna. They hung out every day and Olaf either talked loud or caused A Situation.

"This is eerie," Kristoff told her as they left a shop with no leads. Elsa didn't want to scare anyone by saying Anna was missing. Neither did she want anyone to hurt her knowing she was weak. So all they could ask was if Anna had been there with no reason why they were looking.

With her anxiety overwhelming her, Elsa had crossed both her arms and was starting to hold herself as they walked. The ground beneath them was cold despite the bright sun and the chill in the air couldn't be good for Anna to walk around in. It wasn't like Elsa's ice, which always appeared to bring her comfort.

They checked the bakery, the chocolate shoppe, even the royal stables. But they couldn't even find anymore snotty evidence. Anna just wasn't anywhere and Elsa's fingertips were tingling again. "Hey," Kristoff said, suddenly stopping as they walked on a path under some trees. "Elsa...Elsa?"

Elsa looked up, staring at him blankly. She had lost an entire human being, and not just any human, but her Anna. It was weighing on her badly. Her stomach was in knots and head pounding. "Huh?" she responded quietly.

"Elsa, we're gonna find her, you know. This is Anna. She wouldn't leave Arendelle, and we know her usual haunts. There just happens to be a lot of them, that's all." He stepped forward and in front of her so he could face her. "She'll be alright. We just need to get her back to the bed."

Worry was evident in his face too. He was an awful actor. However, the effort was appreciated, and wouldn't be forgotten. In their current situation she couldn't take it to heart as much as she'd like. "But what if-"

"No what ifs. Anna's too stubborn to let anything happen to her. You know that. You know her better than anyone," he said, still in front of her.

"And I know more than anything, I fear losing her," Elsa said, starting forward again. "So I'm sorry, and thank you, but we have to keep going."

"We will," Kristoff said, falling in step with her. "And...I know. Anna's greatest fear is the same. If anything happened to you I'm afraid of how she'd react."

"She'd be strong," Elsa said quietly, not wanting to think about that either. In that moment there wasn't anything she wanted to think about, though.

"Sure, but she'd never be the same. What happens when you lose your True Love? Even the trolls won't tell me."

"Kristoff, please."

"Sorry." He was quiet, for a moment, but then he pointed and yelled which made her jump. "Olaf!"

As her nerves tried to settle - and she unstuck her feet from the ice that appeared around her sandals in a flash - she followed his gesture. There ahead of them, under a tree and on a blue blanket, was Olaf. He appeared to be enjoying a nice midday nap. "Olaf!" Elsa echoed Kristoff and hurried over to him, kneeling down when she got there.

He had a book across his middle. It was a recipe book for desserts and he was probably using it to plan something special for them. The little snowman looked so peaceful that she hated to wake him. "Olaf, Olaf! Wake up!" she shook one of his little twig arms just barely.

Olaf stirred and opened his eyes as Kristoff appeared next to her. "Hmmm...Elsa? Kristoff? Good morning!"

"It's the middle of the day..." commented Kristoff.

"Oh. I've been asleep for hours!" Olaf chuckled, propping himself up. "This book is a real dozer. Before each recipe the cook tells a ten page story about a day in his childhood!"

Elsa had already sagged. The first words out of his mouth had been enough to indicate he hadn't even been awake to see Anna. "Hours, huh?" she asked with a sigh.

"Hours!" Olaf repeated. "Wait, what's happening? You both look so serious!"

"We're trying to find Anna. She's sick and left the castle," Kristoff explained.

"She probably went to get medicine from Oaken!" Olaf told them, smiling. "His potions are so good!"

"Olaf, she's worse than last night. Her fever is bad." Elsa stood back up. "We checked Oaken's. He hasn't seen her either."

"Well!" Olaf set the book aside and gave it a friendly pat. "I'll come back to this later. We have to find Anna!" he agreed, and the three friends got back on the search.

Before long, however, they knew they had walked farther than Anna would venture. Homes had thinned out and they were starting to near nothing but farmland. Oh, Anna loved to visit the farms sometimes, but her home was more in the immediate village. And so they turned around.

They were in front of the bakery again when Olaf sighed. "Can't you ask Gale to blow around and find her?" he asked, sounding frustrated.

Elsa felt similarly, along with feeling terrified. To Olaf, she shook her head. "Not exactly...Gale's busy." With what she wasn't sure but sometimes the wind had to do what the wind had to do. Search and rescue wasn't on the itinerary.

"How come you can't seem to...feel her?" Kristoff asked, which surprised Elsa. "Anna's told me about it before, how you two can feel a lot about or around each other. She can tell when you're worried and she said you can tell too and can send love around her or-or something like that."

Elsa blinked back the sudden tears in her eyes at that. "I don't know...maybe because she's confused." She was feeling hopeless and tugging at her fingers when Sven suddenly rushed up to them.

Sven was frantic, motioning with his head and whacking Olaf with his antlers. He stamped his feet and lifted the front right, pointing at the castle. "Sven?" Kristoff held up his hands and went to stroke his neck. "Woah, Sven, calm down!"

It didn't take much to figure out what he was saying. "The castle!" Elsa exclaimed as she rushed forward, nearly tripping over her own feet. Hope suddenly burst forth. Sven knew something and didn't need Kristoff to speak for him! And that something was that Anna was in the castle - right?

She hoped so. Elsa really, really hoped so, because that was what she was clinging to. Anna had seemed to ghost everyone in town, if she ever even made it into town. Anything else past that, possibilities that were not so nice- well those were thoughts Elsa wasn't okay with visiting.

A guard saluted her as she hurried forward and she half waved before storming through the doors. No Anna. No matter - she kept going as fast as her feet would carry her. She struggled not to call Anna's name, still afraid for too many to know she was missing. But had that been noticed already? Had someone-

"Elsa!"

And there she was.

A wonderful sight for desperate eyes and Elsa's world came back to her in what felt like full color. Emotion punched her in the gut and she had never been more relieved.

Sprawled across the middle of the staircase in her nightgown and a oversized blue coat was her sister. Her hair was terrible and she'd put on mismatched slippers, but she was there.

She was eating a gigantic sandwich.

Elsa rushed up the stairs and as soon as she was there  she sank down and wrapped her arms around Anna. It was awkward on the steps but she lifted and pulled her closer. "Anna! We've been looking all over for you!"

Anna laughed and her soul hugged her back, warmth and delight surrounding Elsa. "I got hungry!"

Elsa squeezed her. "Next time have a meal brought to your room!"

"I was bored, and I wanted a sandwich! I'm fine, Elsa. You worried too much. You were in a meeting so I couldn't tell you where I was going. I knew you'd want me to hurry so I just, I just went."

Anna's body was hot against her. "You're not fine. You're still sick and still have a fever! When it breaks, you're going to realize this was a terrible idea!" Elsa rubbed her back and tried to release her, but she couldn't. It felt impossible. She had been so scared! Her heart was racing when her body should have been totally flooded with joy, but it wasn't happening. "I can't lose you."

"Elsa..."

"Anna!" Kristoff's voice sounded from below them and the sounds of him and Olaf rushing up followed. The two knelt down next to the sisters and Olaf moved in to hug Anna, his cool body likely helping.

"Where did you go!?" Olaf asked.

"I got a sandwich!" she replied.

"And no one in town saw you? Where did you get it?" Kristoff asked.

"I was quiet," Anna answered, as if that really answered the first question. "And I went to that stand. You know, with the beautiful woman who also sells pickles."

Elsa had no idea who that was, but made a mental note to figure it out later. However, for the time being, she released her grip and kissed Anna's hot forehead before pressing her cheek to it. "Alright, you're going to finish the rest of that sandwich in the bed. I-it's not making you sick?" Elsa asked in disbelief.

Anna smiled and took a bite. "Nope!"

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It took some convincing but Elsa eventually got Anna to their shared room again. The blankets were changed, fresh and clean. Anna crawled into them happily, then complained when Elsa pulled her back out and made her strip off her sweaty nightgown. "You really want to sleep in this?" she asked as she pulled it over her head, leaving Anna in her undergarments.

"I guess not..." Anna muttered and shivered. "I'm cold, now."

"I'm not going to make you sleep like that," Elsa sighed. She tossed the nightgown aside to deal with later and dragged Anna up again to the closet. "Come on," she said, wrapping her arm around her waist. Anna leaned against her.

"Your hand feels good, it's nice and cool," Anna told her. She sounded happy.

"I thought you were cold?" Elsa reminded her and Anna bit her lip. Elsa smirked and chose a pink night dress for Anna. The material was a little thinner than her other gown, but that was okay. She didn't want her to overheat in it and if she was cold, well, Elsa wasn't leaving the bedroom again so she had that under her control.

Despite having a cool touch, she still had bodyheat to spare for Anna.

She helped her get the garment on and smoothed it down along her body, hands pressing along Anna's arms and sides. She escorted her back to the bed and pushed a cup of hot medicinal tea into her hands. "Drink that, and then you can have some more of that sandwich...they really make that for one person?"

"Well, I had to order off the party menu."

"I...see." "You know, I'm just taking after you. Remember that one birthday?" Anna asked as Elsa sat next to her.

Elsa nodded. She couldn't pretend that hadn't happened. "I do. That was different."

"Oh?"

"I wanted to spend the whole day with you and give you the most perfect day ever I-it had to be that day and it had to make up for everything you had to deal with and...I couldn't just lay in bed when it was so important..."

Anna nodded slowly. Then she gently placed her hand on Elsa's thigh. "Elsa, I was just happy to be around you and know you were okay. You still know that, right? You know that's all I will ever want, right?" she asked, her voice small.

"I know." Elsa smiled at her, before taking a deep breath. "But today wasn't anyone's birthday! There was no good reason for you to get out of bed and go out when you could have been hurt or lost or anything else bad," she told her. "You scared me." She evoked Elsa's biggest fear.

"I'm sorry." Anna leaned in and kissed her cheek.

Elsa melted under it immediately. She hadn't been mad to begin with but any other chance of irritation was gone as she looked at Anna's exhausted face. "I love you, Anna."

"And I love you, even more than I love sandwiches," Anna assured her, leaning her head on her shoulder. "Do you forgive me?"

"Of course." No question. "Drink your tea and get cozy so I can start cooling off that head of yours," Elsa told her, but instead of getting her to move she just leaned her head on Anna's. She suddenly felt tired herself.

"Do you have to resume my schedule for the day?" Anna asked before sipping the tea a little more.

"No," Elsa said, taking the hand that was against her thigh and squeezing it. "I'm staying right here."

[thorne93]

Unforeseen Chasm (Part 12)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count: 1657

Warnings: Language, torture

Song: Fallen Angel - Three Days Grace

Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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Over two months you’d been on Asgard. Shannon hadn’t sent a letter since your last one, but you assumed she was just busy at Tony’s lab. A budding new romance and new job was probably a lot to take on. 

Except, on your end, your new best friend Loki was at his wits end. 

It was only yesterday Odin announced to his closest family and confidants that Thor was still going to be appointed to the throne soon. He was upset and you and he went riding in the forest to ease his mind. From the way he was acting afterward, you thought he had cooled down, but today… you asked where Loki was, and no one had seen him. None of his family, nor the elite warriors. You weren’t worried too much, until nightfall when he hadn’t been seen all.

It was only then that you thought you should seek the help of Heimdall. Spying on him felt wrong, but in this sense you were solely worried about his well being. But as you trekked your way down the rainbow bridge, you saw Thor and Loki fighting -- intensely. 

That’s when you started to jog, your mind reeling. What could he possibly doing? What was Thor doing? When you reached them, you cried out while Loki shoved Thor back with Odin’s staff -- what was he doing with that? Why didn’t Odin have it?

“Loki? What are you doing?” you desperately asked. 

“Taking what is rightfully mine!” he proclaimed, looking frenzied. “I thought I could handle it, Y/N. I can’t. I’m just as suited for the throne if not better. It’s only because I’m a Frost Giant!” he announced before glaring at Thor who stood at the ready with his hammer. 

“Loki, please. We can talk about this,” you tried, inching towards him. 

“There is nothing to talk about, darling,” he informed with a dark smirk before you realized that Loki had replaced himself with an illusion of himself in a split second -- you hadn’t seen the action. You glanced inside the Bifrost and saw Loki insert the staff and unleash the full power.

“What are you doing?!” Thor demanded as he ran forward. “You’ll destroy them!”

“Just doing what you once set out to do! Father will see that I can do the same thing you and he can,” Loki snarled before they fought some more. You begged them to quit, but you couldn’t physically stop them. Even the small bit of magic Loki had taught you wasn’t any use in this situation. 

Eventually, Thor kicked Loki out onto the bridge, effectively knocking his brother down before hitting Mjolnir into the bridge. 

“You’ll never see the human again!” Loki proclaimed to Thor. 

Panic started to dance around your heart. If Thor destroyed that bridge, the Bifrost… Your way back to Earth would be lost. Your way back to your friends, to Diane and Tom, to Lucky… And most importantly -- Shannon. Loki had once said he knew ways of leaving Asgard without the Bifrost… But did you believe him? Right now, as your portal was being destroyed… did you believe this maniacal, wonderful man? 

You weren’t so sure. 

Certainly he wouldn’t destroy your only way back home. No… Loki, who desired a home so desperately wouldn’t rob you of yours, you knew this. 

As you were about to look at him though, to gauge his rage, his heartbreak that drove him to do this, a supersonic boom overtook the three of you, throwing you into the air. 

Time seemed to stop as your body fell in free fall. Until you hit the rainbow bridge hard, your face slamming into the smooth surface of it. You groaned, but you frantically looked for your friends. As you lifted your throbbing head, you saw King Odin, leaning over the side, holding onto Thor’s boot, where Thor held Odin’s staff -- Loki hanging off the end. 

You stood on the edge, your heart in your throat, your stomach felt as if it weren’t there. 

“I could’ve done it, Father. I could’ve done it, for you, for all of us,” Loki tried, declaring his torment, his anguish to be loved -- to be seen as an equal. 

“No, Loki,” Odin responded softly, showing his disappointment.

In that moment, you saw resolve in Loki’s eyes. A sort of solemn, defeated calm fell over him as he let go.

Without thinking, you backed up on the bridge, took off into a short sprint, and swan-dove over the edge of the bridge to meet him, where you heard Thor yell your name. 

What came over you, you had no idea, but a life without Loki in that instant felt like hell. You couldn’t do it. There was no question in your mind that you wanted to be with him. And the idea of him being alone, facing death alone felt... wrong. 

In an instant, you met Loki. Before you could register what was happening, he wrapped his arms around you protectively as you fell toward the descending Bifrost. It’s a wonder you weren’t dead… But, according to your lineage, you were a God just as Loki, so this shouldn’t bother you. 

“What’s going to happen to us?” you asked with concern while the fall seemed to last a good while.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. His perfect brows knitted together as he peered at you. The two of you had never been this close. In fact, you had never touched each other. No handshake, no hug, nothing of the sort. “Why did you jump? You were safe on the bridge.”

“I need you in my life more than you may know. I’ll go wherever you are,” you vowed and his gaze hardened...and softened somehow.

From that, he kept quiet, the two of you just staring at each other, waiting for something to hit you, rip you apart, or elsewise. You were ready for an untimely, reckless death. But a world without Loki didn’t seem possible to you.

Silently, you said your goodbyes to your loved ones. To Diane and Tom for taking you in and giving you a home when you didn’t have one. To Lucky, for being the best dog anyone could have as a pet. To Jane, a great researcher who would do great things. To Darcy, a hilarious girl that would go places. To Tony, for always knowing how to make a joke. To Thor and the entire Odin family for giving you a place to learn about your true heritage… 

And to Shannon, your light in the dark. The fire in your soul. You told her you loved her, hoping it would reach through time and space and reach her heart as you clutched to Loki. 

But then...you hit ground. 

You assumed this was it, you were dead. But Loki and you were still together. His leather still in your fists. 

You let go of him and opened your eyes, your hands landing on cool dirt, the area dark around you.

“Where are we?” you asked, hoping he’d been here before.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, scanning his surroundings. “If I had to guess, I’d say anywhere, this looks closest to Sanctuary..”

“Sanctuary? What’s that?” you asked, the two of you still on the ground. “Well... Can you get us back to Asgard?” 

“I--”

“Who dares trespass Sanctuary?!” a voice hissed as it stepped out from behind a pile of boulders, a small force beside them.

The voice made you retreat in on yourself while Loki positioned himself in front of you slightly.

“Our apologies, we simply… got lost and ended up here,” he tried. “We’ll be going,” he said, about to stand but they aimed some form of a weapon at you. It appeared to be an electrolyzed spear. 

“Halt! No one enters here by accident. How did you get here?” the man with grey-reptile skin asked. You didn’t know him, but you didn’t want to. Your blood felt like ice around him.

“Wait,” a different voice said. This voice was low… resonating… But it wasn’t from anyone standing around you. Finally, the man -- was he a man?--appeared. He stepped out from the same spot the other man did. “Perhaps they could be of use to us. Where are you from?” he asked. 

He was large, and purple. He was almost twice Loki’s size and had an imposing presence about him. 

“Asgard,” Loki stated. 

“Asgard… A formidable kingdom. Who were you there?”

“I was...A king, a prince…” Loki answered, the tiniest touch of sorrow in his voice.

“A prince? A king? Hmm… Tell me, would you like to be a true king? One that doesn’t question his power? I can give you power you’ve never dreamed of,” the man promised, leaning forward slightly.

Loki looked back to you and you flashed him a concerned look with an ever so slight shake of your head.

“We appreciate your offer, but we will just be leaving. No power or staying for us. We’ll be out of your realm in quicker than you can blink,” Loki promised as he turned to help you up.

“If you don’t want to help me, then you’ll just be in the way.” The man turned and started to walk away. “Kill them,” he ordered.

“Wait!” Loki cried out. A mischievous smile danced on his face. “Perhaps I spoke too quickly. I think we can be of use to you. What exactly do you need?”

“Now you’re talking,” the large man said before turning around. “I need willing participants…” he stated, looking at you two with a gleam in his eye.

The gleam made your heart hammer in your chest as you and Loki instinctively moved closer to each other, lacing your fingers with his, before the large man gave a confident half smile at you two.

Wherever you were, wherever you just landed, it would be the end of you. You were trapped, doomed, enslaved…

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Homeward Bound part 5

Whew yet another chapter in my ongoing saga about my courier six, Travis Blackfox, rediscovering his family.  Still in the important “banter” phase.  Next chapter should be more interesting with new discoveries for my dear boy.  

@fuzzyelves here we go...lol hope you like it  

You can find the previous four chapters in the writings section of my blog.  Chapter put under the cut due to length.  Enjoy!!!

The pleasant aroma of food filled the air as Travis and Riley stepped out into the hallway.  Instantly, Travis felt his mouth water and his stomach growled hungrily.  Eagerly, he strode towards the dining area, his boots clunking loudly on the wooden floor.  He came to a halt a few feet away from the dining table to look over the impressive spread of food: a bowl full of mashed potatoes, a plate piled with ears of corn, a loaf of bread, and the main course, a platter with a small mound of prairie fowl which Riley noted the pieces were larger than what you might get from an average chicken.

Travis’ parents entered the room and his mother immediately began filling their glasses with ice water from the clay pitcher she was holding.  “Help yourselves, boys, and don’t be shy asking for seconds or even thirds.  There’s plenty to go ‘round,” Mrs. Blackfox said with a warm smile while leaning into the kiss her husband planted on her cheek before taking his seat.

“Oh dang!” Travis exclaimed under his breath.  “Ain’t gonna think the spread at the Tops is so great anymore after seeing this!”

“Reminds me of family gatherings back in the day,” Riley reminisced in a low tone while impulsively pulling out Travis’ chair before taking a seat himself.  “This is really kind of you,” Riley directed to Mrs. Blackfox with a grateful smile.  “Thank you so much for your hospitality.”

“Y-yeah, much obliged,” Travis chimed in while scooting in his chair.  “This is really amazing.”

“Alright y’all, ‘nough chatter, let’s get to eatin’!” Dante exclaimed with a chuckle as his wife gave him a playful shove.

“Ain’t gotta tell me twice!” Travis responded hungrily and began to pile food onto his plate.

About mid-way through the meal when the food consumption and small talk slowed, Tracy set her fork down and directed attention to her son.  “Travis, since you got here we bombarded you with constant questions.  Is there anything you’d like to ask us about?”

Travis paused from shoveling more food into his mouth and glanced from her to his father.  There were a million possible questions he could ask and so many things he was burning to know.  However, he wasn’t one that enjoyed being put on the spot and hastily blurted, “Yeah...what...uhh...wh-what kind of critters y’all got here?”

His parents blinked in surprise and even Riley was a little taken aback by Travis’ unusual question.  “Of all the dang things ta ask, ya ask about critters!  Why don’t that surprise me?” Dante chuckled, his pale eyes shining.  “Ya always had a deep fondness for all animals.  Well, lessee...we got ‘bout thirty head of brahmin...maybe ‘bout ten bighorners.  Got a few grazers and a small flock of prairie fowl.  Also got us five steeds and one dog.”

Travis grinned broadly hearing about the assortment of animals on the ranch.  “Oh man, that all sounds great!  Ain’t quite sure what steeds are exactly, but…”

“Don’t forget our newest addition, Dante!” Mrs. Blackfox eagerly interrupted.  “We got these new critters from a caravan a little while ago.  They had these tiny, furry baby things in a basket and they were simply darling.  Ain’t never seen anything like them and I fell in love with them instantly!  Your father bartered with the owner and we managed to obtain a pair.  We were told they’re good for keeping vermin out of the feed and such.  They’re called cats and sort of remind me of teeny versions of Maulers.”

Travis practically choked on his drink and stared in wide-eyed disbelief at his parents.  “D-did you say cats?”

Dante arched an eyebrow and nodded slowly, wondering what made his son so incredulous.  “A’yup.  Fella said he picked ‘em up at some corn farmer’s place miles west of here.  Said they’re newly introduced into the area.  Why?  Y’all got ‘em in New Vegas?”

“Do we got cats in Vegas?  Shit, we got plenty seein’ I was the one that what brought ‘em back from the Boston Commonwealth in the first place!” Travis replied excitedly.  He began to fidget and his eyes darted about looking for a glimpse of the cats.  “Where they at?  I wonder if they’re from Pepper’s litter?  Are they in here anywheres?  No, they can’t be otherwise you’d be sneezin’,” he babbled, directing the last sentence to Riley as he pushed his chair backwards to take a look under the table just in case.

“Boston Common-what?” Dante asked then suddenly rapped his knuckles hard on the table to get Travis’ attention, putting a stop to his frantic search for cats.  “Hey!”    

“Commonwealth,” Travis repeated while righting himself and scooting his chair back to the table.  “It’s a far off place on the east coast of the country.  ‘Bout three thousand miles or something.  Took me two weeks to get out there on my motorcycle.”

“Motorcycle?  Shit...son, is there nothin’ you ain’t done?” the cowboy chuckled and took a swig of his beer.  “Ya always did like to tinker.  All the projects you started and never finished are still in the barn.  Glad to hear ya finally got something completed for once.  You build that car out front too?”

“No, Mister House gave it to me, but I did help in fixing it and getting it running.  Reckon that’s a story to tell y’all later on.”

“Back to this Boston place,” Tracy excitedly chimed in.  “What in the heck enticed you to drive three thousand miles?”

“Cats!  Found out about ‘em in a book Mister House had.  I asked him about them and he said that as far as he knew they didn’t exist anymore, but he wasn’t entirely sure.  I started putting the word out over the radio to anyone that would listen. I was curious if anyone saw or heard of a cat.  I mean we still got dogs, there had to be cats, right?  Anyways, got a response from some fella in a place called D.C. saying he saw some up in Boston.  Gave me the coordinates and I planned the trip and went.”

It was evident this topic greatly excited Travis as he continued on with his tale.  After breezing over the two weeks it took him to drive across the country, his entire demeanor suddenly changed.  No longer did he look lost and distraught.  Instead, his expression was that of pure happiness.  However, getting to the part about staying in Diamond City is when his emotions simmered down slightly.  It was there his cat quest shifted in a completely new direction as it was where he noticed, met, and hooked up with Riley.  As wonderful as that meeting was, he had to keep their romance quiet until he knew how his parents would react.  Still, there was no way he really could continue the story without mentioning something about their friendship.  Coming up with a quick solution, Travis instead skipped to the part where Riley assisted him on the quest and took him to the small town of Covenant to see the legendary cats.  

Travis soon lost himself and carried on and on about how awesome the encounter was, the lemonade making Mister Handy named Deezer, and even Riley’s allergies.  All the while, his parents hung on every word with Tracy absently gathering a small handful of her hair and twirling it between her fingers while Dante crossed his arms in front of his chest as an amused smile danced faintly on his lips.  They were both glad seeing their son finally showing some excitement tonight even if it was simply over cats.    

However, while Travis continued to ramble on, oblivious to much else other than what he was talking about, Riley thought he detected a knowing glint in the rancher’s eyes.  Though Travis’ praise of Riley helping him achieve his dream of seeing cats was simply that, it was evident there was something more by how his voice would go up slightly with every mention of the redhead.  If Riley noticed, surely Dante did too and he suddenly felt a wave of nervous uncertainty fill him.  He wasn’t exactly sure on how to read Dante as the man seemed to be quite the mystery.  

Before Riley could worry himself over something that might not even be there, he heard Travis begin, “Kinda funny that I had gone all the way to Boston in search of pu---”

Without even hesitating, Riley began to purposely cough once he realized what Travis was about to say.  It was a tasteless joke of Travis’, proclaiming he had gone to Boston in search of pussy, but found dick instead.  When Travis’ good friend, Arcade, heard the phrase a while back, the blonde doctor stated that he gets the humor Travis was going for, but for a gay man making a remark like that was a bit unusual and very out of place.  Since then, Travis stopped with the joke, but today it seemed like it wanted to surface again for whatever reason.  Being in the presence of his folks, regardless if Travis remembered them or not, Riley knew the comment would be in very, very bad taste.

Fortunately, the subtle distraction was all it took to divert Travis from making a huge error in his choice of words.  After making sure Riley was alright, Travis didn’t pick up where he left off and instead unwittingly ended his story in a more tasteful way.  “Thanks to a good friend of mine who’s got access to a Vertibird, I was able to bring back a bunch of cats to Vegas!  I got a few at my casino and the rest got spread around to my friends in the Mojave.  It’s really cool to see they made it out this way and that y’all got some!”

“Wow!  This is absolutely amazing!  So far this is two things now that affected our lives in some way and both were at the hands of my own son!” Tracy beamed proudly and her eyes began to glisten with tears.  “To think, you were with us all along in some way...first by being the anonymous person that helped defeat the Legion, then as the person who brought us those kittens found in that caravan.  It was almost as if you were subconsciously trying your best to reach out to us.  Oh, Travis, if only you reached out for real…if only...” she trailed off and bit her lower lip not wanting to say what was truly gnawing at her.  

However, Travis knew exactly what she was wanting to get at.  His jovial mood quickly vanished and he downcast his eyes while anxiously flicking his fingers against his drinking glass.  Truly, there was no excuse for him to not make the effort to come home for almost a decade.  He knew it was fear of rejection that kept him away, nothing else.  Countless times his friends in New Vegas begged him to take that chance.  They told him even if it didn’t work out at least it would give him some kind of closure.  At the very least he would learn where he had come from and maybe discover who he used to be.  Still, it was never enough to fully entice him to take that big step. 

Riley was quick to notice Travis’ sudden shift of mood and was about to make an attempt to save the conversation and lighten things up again when Mrs. Blackfox continued.  “Listen, I know you probably have a million more stories and questions for us.  We most certainly do, but I realize that this is probably super hard and awkward for you.  I know it’s all overwhelming and there’s plenty of time for more story swapping later.  That being said, did you boys save room for dessert?” 

“N-no, thank you.  Dinner was great and I’m quite full,” Travis replied with a forced grin.  He knew he could eat much more, but the last thing he wanted to do right now was come off as a starving glutton in front of his folks.

“I’m fine too, Mrs. Blackfox.  Dinner was fantastic, thank you,” Riley said as he passed his plate to Tracy’s outstretched hand as she gathered up the empties.

“Well, I reckon now that we got our bellies full, next thing for me to do is get the place buttoned up for the night and let the rest go as they may,” Dante chimed in.  “Ain’t got too much time left of the sunlight to show y’all around proper.  There’s always tomorrow for more exploring and chores and whatnot.  You think your fancy pants is up to learning about ranch life, Riley White?”  Seeing the redhead blink behind his glasses and blush slightly, Dante smirked.  “Ah hell, looks like we got a late risin’ greenhorn city boy in the house,” he chuckled.

“Thought I told you to quit antagonizing that man,” Mrs. Blackfox groaned and rolled her eyes as she gave her husband’s shoulder a playful shove.  “Don’t mind him, Riley.  That’s just his way of showing he likes someone.  Now, why don’t you boys go step outside and get some fresh air.” “A’yup, and mebbe y’all can explain that crazy critter ya brought.  I ain’t seen one of ‘em in years,” Dante interjected as he stood and stretched.  “Great meal as always, love.”  The lanky cowboy leaned in to give his wife a tender kiss on the cheek before turning on his heel and making his way out the backdoor.

Taking what dishes she could carry to the sink, Mrs. Blackfox asked over her shoulder, “Are you sure you had enough to eat, Travis?  Ain’t like you to skip dessert.”

“Um...n-no.  I mean yes.  I’m fine, thank you.  Please, let me help.”  Travis snapped to his feet and scooped up the remaining plates and took them to his mother.  “If you don’t mind, I’d like to wash these.  It’s the least I can do as thanks for the meal.” 

“Nonsense,” Tracy replied, waving her hands to shoo Travis away from the sink.  “You go on outside.  There’ll be plenty of other chances to help out ‘round here if that’s what you want.”  Taking the plates from her son, Tracy paused for a moment to stare at him.  She shook her head in disbelief, never imagining that after so many heartbroken years her son was actually back from the dead and standing in her kitchen.  Her blue eyes began to get moist from tears and she turned away back towards the sink.  “Go on now, go outside before it gets too dark to...oh no.”  Letting out a soft laugh she gave a nod towards the window.  “Looks like the help is hanging around, no doubt wanting to see you, Travis.  Best go and see them lest they have a stroke and die ‘cause they ain’t gonna stop ‘til they get a gander at you.”

Travis furrowed his brow while giving Riley a hopeless look.  Even though he wasn’t exactly anxious to meet anyone else right now, seeing a glimpse of the ranch before nightfall certainly appealed to him.  Travis pushed open the screen door and the cooler evening air greeted him as he stepped out onto the porch.  He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled while he looked out over the rows of corn and wheat.  Various fruit trees dotted the fields and he could almost picture the livestock grazing in their shade.  A shimmer in the distance caught his eye and he figured it was a creek or at least some sort of water source.  That calming, pulling sensation began to flow through him again and he found himself yearning to walk through those cornfields to the creek and find a place to sit until the moon rose high in the sky.   

Unfortunately, he couldn’t savor the peaceful fantasy for too long as he heard the shuffling of boots on dirt.  His father was heading his way while a gray and black hound dog trotted at his side with Rex in tow.  Diverting his gaze from them, Travis noticed the corrals were now bustling with livestock.  Brahmin were in one pen while Big Horners were in another.  He could hear the soft lowing, grunts and snorts of the animals seeming to encourage him to go get a closer look.  Travis eagerly jumped off the porch, but was instantly sidetracked as the hound dog broke from Dante’s side and trotted over to investigate Travis instead.  The dog gave him a few interested sniffs before giving his hand a lick.  “You’re a good pup, ain’t ‘cha?” Travis asked the dog while patting him on the head.  The dog wagged his tail in response then flopped on the ground at Travis’ feet.

“This cyborg of yours is pretty nifty,” Dante remarked, nodding in Rex’s direction who took his place next to the hound.  “Saw some like him a few times, mostly in town as NCR passed through.  Sometimes Legion had ‘em.  I see the faded paint mark of the Bull on this one.  Cain’t wait to hear the story in how you got this fella.” 

Travis numbly nodded then felt his stomach suddenly sink as he realized two men were also making their way towards him.  He was so caught up in the scenery, dogs, and livestock that he completely forgot his mother mentioning the ranch hands were lingering in the area in hopes to finally see him.  They both seemed to be about the same age, early to mid-forties, and were grinning broadly and waving at their long lost friend.  Not wanting to come off as rude, Travis stood and brushed the sand off his jeans with one hand while feebly waving back with his other.

“Ooowee, lookie’chu!” the taller of the two men exclaimed while snatching Travis’ hand with his and vigorously pumping it up and down.  “All grown up and filled out...ain’t the lanky squirt you was before you left for Vegas.”  Seeing the blank look he was getting from Travis, the cowboy smacked himself upside the head.  “Shit, where’s my manners?  You got that memory loss thing goin’ on and don’t even know who’n the hell I am, huh?  Name’s Tim.  Been on this ranch ever since you was a little kid.  Dang, ain’t never thought I’d see you again!  When you went missing all those years ago...well...was devastatin’ I tell ya what,” Tim said solemnly while kicking at the sand with the toe of his boot.

“Oh, Tim, quit bein’ so dramatic!” the shorter man chimed in.  “I’m Brad, by the way!  So glad to get to see you alive an’ well, Trav!” 

Travis tried to smile as the man grabbed his hand and shook it while thumping him on the shoulder with the other.  The awkward feeling he felt earlier when his mother suggested he go out to meet these people only intensified now that he was finally face to face with them.  He tried to distract himself by looking over their matching black cowboy hats and their neatly trimmed moustaches that meshed with their goatees.  He wondered if they could be brothers and for a fleeting moment he wondered if  they could be related to him or if he even had any siblings for that matter.  

Hoping to overcome his nerves, Travis thought it’d be good to ask about their relations, but the ranch hand’s sudden burst of chatter prevented him from even getting a word in edgewise.  Fortunately for him, rescue from the banter and fawning came in the way of his partner almost seeming to materialize by his side holding two beers.  Feeling a sweep of relief as Tim and Brad paused from babbling over the interruption, Travis twisted off the cap and gestured towards Riley with the bottle.  “This here’s my friend, Riley.”

“Nice to meet you both,” Riley said with a warm smile while offering his free hand to them in friendship.       

Once the introductions and handshakes were done, Brad couldn’t help but suddenly smirk and give the courier a wink.  “Friend my ass, Trav.  If my feelings are correct, I’m gonna bet that this fella’s your boyfriend.”

Hearing the mention of boyfriend, Riley’s face instantly turned a bright shade of red and he bit his lower lip while distracting himself with his beer.  Travis, on the other hand, did his best not to show any reaction to the remark.  He didn’t admit anything to his parents yet so there was no way he was going to admit anything to these people.  However, when faced with a direct remark or question, he was never able to lie or hide his emotions no matter how hard he tried.  Besides blushing fiercely, a dopey smile tugged at the corners of his moustache and he began to rub the back of his neck.  Those actions alone spoke volumes without Travis having to say one word.

Brad’s brown eyes widened and he grinned broadly.  “Oh!  I knew it!  I knew it!  Hot damn, you sure did get yourself a cutie!”  Giving Tim a spirited shove, Brad gestured with his hand and exclaimed, “Ya owe me five caps!  I told ya the fella that brung him here was his boyfriend!”

“Boyfriend?”  The sharp voice of Dante cut through the air making the laughter and gentle teasing abruptly stop.  The four men turned to see a deeply scowling Dante stomping their way.  “Whaddya mean, boyfriend?” he snapped, stopping a few feet away from his son.  Dante glared hard at Tim and Brad whose jovial attitudes instantly vanished.  He then gave Riley a sideways glance before focusing his burning, pale blue eyes on Travis.

Riley felt his stomach clench and heart almost break hearing the tone of Dante’s voice and seeing his towering frame looming over that of Travis.  His deepest fear about this entire meeting seemed to have come true.  However, the possibility of a fight that might break out now from his partner’s defensive nature was what scared him the most.  He saw Travis’ eyebrows instantly lower and eyes narrow dangerously while he corrected his posture and balled his fists at his side.

The air was thick with tension and it was almost as if this were the typical cliche sort of showdown one would see in old western movies.  Neither of the three men moved and scarcely dared to breathe for fear of sparking the confrontation between father and son.  Riley was almost waiting for a prop tumbleweed to roll by or the recorded call of a hawk to cry out overhead.  Even though those thoughts were amusing, it hardly was enough to take away the uneasy reality of the situation.  

Twitching his moustache, the cowboy shook his head in disbelief and threw his hands up in the air.  “Y’all have been together how long and you’re still just boyfriends?  What’n the hell’s wrong with you?  Y’all shoulda been married by now!”

Blindsided and bewildered by what his father said, Travis blinkled and took a step back.  “Muh-m-m-married?  I…” Travis stammered and looked helplessly to Riley whose wide-eyed, shocked expression only served to puzzle him more.  “I...umm…”

“Pfft...lordy!” Dante snorted.  “When I met your ma it was only a few months of courtin’ ‘til we got hitched.  And you two are together for what…five or six months or something?”

“Y-year an’ a half,’ Travis numbly replied, his mind still racing from the entire conversation and the unexpected turn it took.

“Year and a... Oh fer the love of Pete!  Even Tim and Brad done got hitched sooner’n that!” the cowboy laughed and clamped his hand on Travis’ shoulder.  “I know love ain’t determined by a band of gold on yer finger or whatever, but damn, son!”

Travis weakly chuckled and put the beer to his lips with a trembling hand.  He noticed poor Riley was paler than usual, still staring at the ground and biting his thumbnail.  Brad was collecting his caps from Tim and their smiles and jovial moods have returned now that the tense moment was defused.  Apparently Dante had an odd sense of humor and it was one Travis hoped he’ll learn to understand in the near future.

“Sorry, son, didn’t mean to startle ya about the boyfriend thing.  Glad to see ya got yerself a good man...even if he’s a city slicker,” Dante chuckled while giving Travis a wink and a pat on the shoulder.  Turning his sights on Tim and Brad, he made a shooing motion with his hands.  “Alright you two, ya saw Travis.  Let’s get back to work while we still got sun!  We’ll talk ‘bout things later, Travis.  Right now I gotta make sure the pens and barn’s locked up for the night.”  Giving his son another pat on the shoulder, the cowboy sauntered off towards the corrals.

Travis sighed heavily and his entire posture slumped now that he was finally alone with Riley.  “Shit,” he muttered before guzzling the remainder of beer in the bottle.  He toed at the dirt with his boot for a few moments before turning on his heel and heading back to the porch.  Dropping heavily on an old wood chair, Travis set his empty beer bottle down and rubbed his face with his hands.

“You okay, babe?” Riley asked as he leaned against the porch rail, still nursing his own beer.

“I’m whupped,” Travis simply replied as he leaned back against the chair and crossed his arms in front of his chest.  He was drained both mentally and physically.  The day’s events were finally taking their toll on him and Dante’s weird way of showing acceptance to Travis’ relationship with Riley took the last of his strength.  Taking in a slow, calming breath, Travis stared out at the corn and did his best to relax his frazzled mind.  “You know...I think I’m ready to head back to town and get ourselves a room.  Get us a good sleep and come back in the morn if they’ll have us.”

“I’m sure they will,” Riley said gently while stepping closer to his man.  “I know they’re just as excited to show you the ranch as you are to see it.  I’m ready to go if you are.”

Travis nodded and was about to whistle for Rex, but decided against it.  The dog would be better off here for the night, especially since he wasn’t sure if a hotel would be all that keen about an animal in the room.  “Let’s go then.  Maybe after we get settled you can give me that blow job you sorta suggested back when we first got here,” the courier teased, making Riley blush and roll his eyes with a chuckle.

Entering the house, Travis looked around for his mother and spotted her sitting on the couch reading a book.  He softly cleared his throat to get her attention.  “Well...it was really great seeing y’all and dinner was really great.  It’s getting kinda late right now so Riley and I are gonna head to town and try and find a place to stay.  I’d love to come back tomorrow and have that tour of the ranch if that’s ok.”

“Heading out?  Travis, really!” Mrs. Blackfox exclaimed while putting the book down.  “I didn’t shoo y’all out for dinner and I sure ain’t going to shoo y’all out now.  You boys are more than welcome to stay here.  Ain’t like we’re being put out or anything since you already have your own room and big enough bed.”  Seeing Travis suddenly squirm at that statement caused her to lightly laugh.  “Oh, come on, Travis.  Me and your father both figured you two were a couple from the get go.  We weren’t exactly sure how to bring it up without embarrassing y’all.”

Rubbing the back of his neck and feeling much more at ease knowing both his parents were accepting of his relationship, Travis responded wearily, “Well, thanks for the offer.  Most appreciated.”  

Riley quirked a brow, catching the subtle change in not only Travis’ voice, but his posture.  The courier looked completely exhausted now that he knew the stresses of today was finally over.  “Travis, why don’t you go and relax.  I’ll get our things out of the car.”  

Travis gave him a grateful smile, bade his mother goodnight, then shuffled down the hall to his bedroom.  Feeling for the switch, Travis flicked it on and blinked as his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness.  He stood in the doorway for a few moments, looking around in hopes that maybe now something might look familiar to him, but as expected, nothing did.  Sighing, he made his way to his bed and pulled off his boots.  Grabbing the box of matches on the nightstand, he struck one and lit the oil lamp.  He watched the flame dance enticingly behind the glass shade making him yearn to go outside somewhere and torch something.  

At length, Travis stood and disrobed down to his boxes then draped his clothes over the chair.  Flicking the light switch off allowed the gentle flame from the oil lamp to illuminate the room in a soothing yellow glow.  As he pulled back the quilt, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his moustache from seeing the faded, but clean sheet that covered the mattress.  He knew that once he lays down and succumbs to the comfort of the bed he wouldn’t be conscious for much longer.  He had hoped to stay awake for when Riley returns with their things, but it was a losing battle.  

Flopping onto the mattress, Travis instantly felt all the stress and tension leave his body.  Closing his eyes with a sigh, he turned over to face the wall and pulled the quilt up to his chin.  Although his body was rapidly relaxing, his mind was still buzzing with the day’s events as well as what he hoped tomorrow would bring.  All things considered, his reunion with his parents went rather well.  He was immensely happy that they welcomed him back into their lives and more so that they were accepting of Riley.  He was anxious to see the cats his parents acquired and he was very interested to find out what exactly steeds were.  

His mind next shifted to the final conversations of the evening.  Hearing that Tim and Brad are married was wonderful enough, but the fact Dante was shocked Travis wasn’t already married to Riley blew his mind.  Travis squirmed and felt a pleasant warmth surge through him at the very thought.  The idea of proposing to Riley has crossed his mind plenty of times in the past.  However, he never knew how to go about it or if it was even something Riley would want to do.  There’s no way he’d say no after all this time, would he?  Certainly now was not the time to ponder it and his body let him know by bringing on a large yawn.  Rubbing his eyes, Travis settled against the pillow and did his best to clear his mind and drift off into what he hoped would be a peaceful sleep with dreams to match.

 to be continued...

[georgialouisea]

Late Night Saviour

Pairing - Dean x Reader ish.

Word count - 1.3k

Square Filled - Taxi Driver AU

Warnings - Angst, talk of domestic violence, swearing, 

A/N - Written for @spnaubingo and @supernatural-jackles ‘ weekly writing challenge both of this week's prompts were used in this. 

This was his 4th run on this route in the past 2 hours dropping off college students who were obviously underage at the local bar, he wasn’t one to judge he’d been a hell of a lot younger than them when he started drinking, how much damage were drunk eighteen-year-olds really going to cause? As he drove by she was still there, still on the bench looking out at the buildings in front of her, not really focused on a particular one. This time she’d brought her feet up onto the bench her chin rested on her knees as she hugged her legs, she must be freezing. Dropping the 4th lot of more than tipsy teens off he took his break early, radioing in that he was off the clock for the next 30 minutes he drove back towards the park.

This was it, this was rock bottom, sitting on a park bench at 11pm with only your phone and the clothes you had on to your name. You had nothing, no one, he’d seen to that moving you both across the country away from your friends and family, they wouldn’t even talk to you now if you called, they couldn’t do anything from hundreds of miles away anyway.

A car door slammed in the distance, looking up a man walked towards you, keeping your head down you prayed that he walked by you, he was big he wouldn’t even break a sweat dragging you across the park and bundling you into the trunk of his car. Glancing up he was walking straight towards you, moving away from him you were pressed up against the back of the bench. Looking up you now saw his true stature he was huge, so tall and strong he could probably snap your neck with less energy it would take to click his fingers.

“Please don’t hurt me, I don’t have any money, please don’t hurt me.” Holding your hands up you willed for them to stop shaking. “Please.”

“Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He smiled at you as he crouched down in front of you. “What’s your name? I’m Dean.”

Looking down at him he was smiling at you his hands clasped together in front of him.

“Listen I know this is weird but you’ve been out here for nearly two hours and you haven’t moved.”

“You… you’ve been watching me?” Your hands dropped to your legs.

“No, no I haven’t, I’m a taxi driver I’ve driven along this road a couple of times tonight, I saw you earlier I thought you’d have moved when it got darker -”

“I …”

“Let’s start with your name.”

“Y/N, my name’s Y/N.”

“Okay, Y/N what are you doing out here all alone?”

“I … I…” Your voice cracked as you started to cry, hiding your face from the stranger.

“Okay, okay. Just breathe okay.” His hand covered yours on your leg. “Jesus sweetheart you’re freezing.” Standing up he pulled off his leather jacket draping it over your shoulders. “There’s a diner down the road, I know you said you don’t have any money and that’s fine, let’s get you a cup of coffee and all warmed up.”

Wiping the tears from your cheeks you dried your hands on your jeans. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, come on.” He reached out for you. Flinching away you froze. “Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you, I can’t leave you all alone out here.” He sighed. “Do you have a ride home? Or a car, any of those yours?” He pointed to the row of parked cars.

Shaking your head you looked up at him. “Dean, I’m fine, you can leave.”

“You can keep telling me you’re fine over a cup of coffee.” Standing up he took a few steps before turning to look at you. “Come on.”

Standing up you followed him across the street to the diner, sitting down in a booth opposite him he ordered 2 cups of coffee and a plate of waffles despite your protests that you’re not hungry.

The cups of coffee and plate of waffles were placed in front of you. “Tuck in.” Dean smiled nodding down at the plate. Wrapping your hands around the mug you took a deep breath as the heat from the cup slowly warmed your frozen hands. Looking up at him he was taking in every inch of you, his focus on your right eye.

“Is it really that bad?” You asked knowing he’d only bring it up later.

“Looks like it’s gonna get worse, you put any ice on it?”

Shaking your head you brought your cup to your lips, taking a sip.

“Y/N, I don’t want to assume but I found you freezing on a park bench and you’re covered in bruises.”

“Whatever you’re thinking you’re probably not far off.” Taking another sip of coffee you noticed Dean’s eyes kept returning to the plate in front of you. Pushing it across the table you smiled at him. “Go ahead, I’m not hungry and if you drool anymore you will actually make a puddle on the table.”

“You sure?”

“You bought them anyway.” You shrugged.

Dean tucked into the pile of waffles. “So… where can I take you tonight? Parent’s house? A friend’s?”

“No.”

“I’m sure as hell not letting you go back to -” His eyes flickered to the bruise forming around your eye.

“I wouldn’t want you to.”

“Good.” Dean nodded. “So where to?”

“I don’t have any money to pay you, Dean.”

“Money is not an issue.” He waved his forkful of waffle in the air.

“There isn’t anywhere, I’m not from here all of my family are back in Atlanta, my friends too.”

“Hotel then.”

“I have no money.”

“I’m not much help on that front.”

“You’ve done enough you don’t have to do anything else for me.”

Dean put his knife and fork down after demolishing the sugary carbs in an impressive time. “Well, I sure as hell ain’t leaving you alone with no plan.” Washing down the waffles with coffee he put his mug down. “I know we’ve only just met and you probably don’t trust me, it doesn’t sound like much but I live in a small place with my brother, you can stay with us tonight and we can figure out something more permanent for you tomorrow.”

“Dean -”

“Where else are you gonna go? Plus if I just leave you somewhere I’ll worry about you all night.”

“Then just take my number and call me tomorrow check I’m still alive.”

“Fine, give me your number.” He held his hand out, pulling your phone out of your hoody’s pocket you handed it to him. “Erm… sweetheart, it’s dead.” Turning your phone around he showed you the black screen. 

“Shit.”

“I have a charger in my car if you’re okay to come with me for a few runs I don’t mind charging it for you.” He handed you your phone back.

“That would be great, thanks, Dean.”

“You ready to go?” Dean asked draining his mug.

Nodding you followed him out to his cab, wrapping his jacket tighter around yourself you got into Dean’s cab, holding his hand out he plugged it in handing it back to you. “Just let me know when you want out.”

“Thank you for everything Dean.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

He didn’t ask you questions, he didn’t push you to tell him anything about your life, or what had happened and how you ended up on the park bench. You spent hours getting to know Dean, he told you all about his less than happy childhood, his Mom died when he was little, his Dad went off the rails soon after her death, they were adopted by a close family friend Bobby Singer who raised them and taught Dean all he knew about cars. Dean worked at Bobby’s garage during the day and drove a taxi at night to help his brother pay off his college loans. Dean was a really nice guy, always looking out for others.

Resting your head against the cool window you let yourself relax for once feeling safe, feeling safe with a complete stranger.

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[jungnoir]

college boyfriend!rocky

you know... this was going to happen one day.... don’t look at me like that

WHOO HERE WE GO IT’S ROCKSTER’S FIRST YEAR AT COLLEGE

WAIT

OH GOD

WHY DID HE ENROLL

THIS WAS A BAD IDEA

FRICK ABORT ABOR

unlike his classmates from grade school up until his high school graduation, minhyuk had never,,, thought about college

like of course he knew it was a thing and it’s a thing people do usually if they don’t immediately get a job

but tbh, minhyuk just kinda doesn’t feel like he’s really into the whole 4 years or more wasting away with 20 page essays and eight powerpoint presentations on his computer clouding up his space for music

(all ppt’s are named something like “seifheoihfosh” or “huughsksl” because he did the research, professor. why must he be forced to title things appropriately too)

he didn’t like watching his friends stress over the stupid entrance exams and he didn’t want to spend thousands of dollars on studying for another good part of his life, but his parents had done a lot to give him that opportunity

and honestly? it sucks knowing how much his parents have slaved away time at work hoping that if he did aspire to go toward higher education, he wouldn’t have to cut half his studying time in half to work part time jobs just to eat and get by

he’d never admit it to their faces but... he really doesn’t want to study business

and yet here he is, seated in the back of a small classroom with a large air conditioner blowing behind him and making the entire room drop to 60 degrees or lower, learning about that very thing

honestly, when his dad asked him what he planned to major at the nearby university (he had never even been asked if he wanted to go to university, it was just an assumption that he would which made the situation even worse), he had lost what little peace he’d had in the moment and started to panic

there were so many professions, none of which minhyuk had ever considered studying at all, and yet here his parents were smiling at him expectantly like minhyuk had had university merch hanging on his bedroom walls since he was 10

and the first thing he spits out is “business” because that’s a mature thing to study right? that’s something successful people study

except it’s definitely not what minhyuk is interested in and that is made heavily apparent here and now, listening to his professor drone on and on at the head of the classroom

thankfully (not), the loud ass air conditioner behind him is blocking out everything that’s even being discussed, to the point where minhyuk thinks if he had his fancy studio headphones on high volume, he’d still be able to hear better than with the roaring machine in his ear

this detail ends up leaving minhyuk bored and irritated all the time, and he usually either snoozes on the desk until the next class comes in and he’s awoken or tries to focus his time on his phone, mindlessly scrolling as the hours pass and he remains just as unhappy as he had been the minute he’d entered the retched classroom

in fact, the only thing giving him any kind of joy right now was the fact that he had dance practice with the dance club on campus right after this, and he couldn’t be happier to work the cold air out of his bones through cracking out some new moves

since minhyuk’s seat is pretty undesirable, you can imagine no one sits in the three other chairs at that very table....... ever

like he’s never once seen anyone go near that table his whole time in that class

now you,,, you know just how undesirable that table is

even sitting all the way up front with your friends, you often had to bring a hoodie just to block out the cool air that your bumbling professor didn’t seem disturbed by

it didn’t help that you abhor the class as well

you honestly were just taking it for some credit you couldn’t get from the class you wanted to take, the roster having filled up within the first ten minutes of class enrollment opening

when you’d heard this class had an open spot, you had jumped at the chance

boy were you in for it

had you not been as polite as you were, you might not have even attempted to keep eye contact with the professor while he talked about god knows what all the time

but you have your friend, and you two are suffering together so that’s all that matters!!!

until!!!

she gets a boyfriend!!!

you had no problem with her having a boyfriend, rather the opposite really

you were v happy for her!! but since he was in ur class.... and they were always together...... that meant that they always wanted to be close no matter what

the other two people at the table were also a couple, so it seemed you were the one to boot when her boyfriend decided he wanted to sit next to his girlfriend from now on

they had apologized profusely to you as you quietly scooped up your things and tried to keep a calm smile on your face but,, that was your seat

if you didn’t love your friend and her happiness so much, you might’ve threatened the boy to fight you for the seat like a man

but u were nice and civil and it was just a seat

u could manage with a change of scenery in that boring class, couldn’t you?

well, turns out loverboy’s old seat is right next to a gamer who perpetually smells like monster energy drinks and hot cheetos

plus,,, he never covers his mouth when he burps

needless to say, one class of sitting next to him had you desperate to find another seat

until you spotted the back one day

from what you could see, there was no one there yet as you had arrived early, so thinking you had no other choice, you sat yourself in the seat next to the end seat and set your stuff up

even the a/c was off!! this was your lucky day!!

you busy yourself with writing some of your english paper as students pile into the classroom one by one, but you’re not interested enough to people watch today

you’re about nine hundred words longer into your essay and feeling satisfied when you decide to give your hands and eyes a lil break

you smile to yourself and look up, only to nearly jump out of your skin

because there is a boy there, curly hair a mess on his head like he’d just awoken and a hoodie far too big for his lean frame hanging off his body. his backpack is just as huge, practically hanging off his shoulder had it not been for his hand clasped around the strap

and he’s just. staring

he’s staring at you like you’ve killed his mother in cold blood

you stare right back with just as much surprise, wondering if he’ll say anything in particular, but he stays silent

“uh” you finally utter, frowning as he seems to snap back to reality

he points at a chair and mumbles “my... um.... that’s my seat”

it happens to be the seat directly to your left, the aisle seat

you stare at the seat for a few seconds and then slowly scoot your chair over a bit, moving your mess of notes from the space that would intrude his and mutter a quiet apology, suddenly not as pepped as you were before about your new seat

the boy slides into the seat and stays to the very edge of the seat like you have a disease, and you start to feel a little upset at that

even though you don’t know him and he doesn’t know you and is therefore in no way obliged to be friendly with you, it still makes you feel bad

after all, this was his seat

for all you knew, it had been his seat damn near all semester and here you were just intruding on his space out of nowhere

you mutter another apology and type away at your computer much more quietly, wondering if maybe you should just move to the other end of the table to give him space, but you feel it’d be too awkward

plus, the professor just walked in

you watch as the wiry old man flips a switch next to the light

almost immediately, you feel a sudden freezing cold on your back and you wince, realizing that you’d forgotten a very important item despite your preparedness this morning as you strolled to class

your freaking jacket

you left your freaking jacket at your dorm

the mystery boy beside you notices your wince and frowns, feeling suddenly v hot in his large warm jacket that moonbin had given him

here you were, in a tank top with almost all your arms’ expanse exposed to the cold air and your poor body was beginning to shiver as ten minutes of class turned into twenty, which turned into half an hour and you were starting to feel your blood completely turn to ice

“are... are you cold?” mystery boy leans over to ask, spooking you from your trance of squinting at your professor

“huh??? oh... uh... yeah. i was kinda dumb and forgot to bring my jacket this morning. i’m usually on top of that” you explain, turning back to the professor in an attempt to decipher what he’s saying over the loud blowing in your ears

“i would give up if i were you... it’s super hard to hear back here”

you frown and look over at him but he just shrugs, “have you not been able to hear him all semester?”

again, he shrugs

you kinda wonder how he hasn’t failed this class already, but even you can’t talk

even without the a/c, you don’t know what the professor is blabbing about anyway

you sigh in defeat and lean back in your chair, cursing the cold air that’s slowly starting to chill your bones when you feel something warm brush your arm

you’re about to attack the boy next to you, thinking he might be trying to overstep some boundaries, but your face softens when you see he’s shrugged out of his hoodie and is now holding it to you, avoiding eye contact

he shakes it when you don’t immediately accept it, “you need it more than i do” is all he says

you decide that you’re too cold to act courteous and instead you accept said jacket, nearly shuddering when you feel his warmth still lingering on the warm cotton lining inside

you slip it on and are suddenly barricaded in not only warmth, but the mystery boy’s scent

it smells of fruity shampoo and “boy smell”, but it’s not a bad smell

it’s actually kinda........ nice

you find yourself snuggling into the thing so much that by the time the class ends, you sincerely don’t want to part with it, but it seems the mystery boy has somewhere to go and you don’t want to hold his clothes captive

you would retreat to your bedroom soon enough and relish in the warmth of the covers, so you didn’t need it

as you pass it back to him, he gratefully bows his head at you and begins to make his way out of class

until you suddenly call “what’s your name!”

him, and a few of the other students trailing out turn to look, but you’ve got eyes locked right on his

he seems to blush and says in a just loud enough voice, “minhyuk... and you?”

you say your name back, much louder than him, and grin when he smiles back a little before skittering out of the class

and so, you find yourself subconsciously waiting for the next day of class???

every monday, wednesday, and friday, you see him

you start your week with minhyuk and you end your week with minhyuk

for the first few classes after your first meeting, he stays quiet and doesn’t say more than he has to

you remember to bring your jacket of course, but part of you really wants to leave it behind just so you have the excuse of borrowing his again

because damn that thing smelled nice- i mean, ,,, felt nice

slowly, you learn the rules of the back of the classroom that minhyuk cutely calls “the void of room 203″

because of the loud a/c, nothing said back there can be heard for several tables in front of you both

so no matter how loudly you’re dissing people, the rest of the class could be none the wiser

and yes, while it is terribly cold, minhyuk manages to take your mind off it the more you get him to open up

he goes from blushing and going wide-eyed every time you’d talk to greeting you with a shy smile in the hallway when you’d pass each other on the way to different classes

sometimes you’d find him surrounded by a group of five other boys on campus, some you recognized as members of the infamous dance club headed by kwon soonyoung, the dance genius himself

when you asked minhyuk the following day of class about it, he had practically lit up

he seemed all too eager to tell you about his dancing, about how long he’s been interested in it and how kind the older boys in his dance club are

he tells you how one of the boys, moonbin, had given him the jacket he was so fond of and wore to class all the time

you made a mental note to track down this moonbin kid and ask where he got that thing

though you doubted it would feel as nice as minhyuk’s what huh i didn’t say anything

he was v passionate about dance, even blurting out that he thought you should come see him at the dance competition they were having next weekend

of course, right after he’d said that, he had shrunk in on himself and tacked on a “only if you want...” at the end

and sure enough, you had requested he point you in the direction of acquiring tickets to see him

at first he’s all like no!!! i was kidding!!!!

but you’re so insistent and you seem to genuinely want to see him dance so i mean

who is he to stop you?

(someone who thinks ur hella cute that’s who)

he ends up taking you with him after class for the first time, and you note with a little giddiness that you’ve never really been anywhere else with minhyuk outside of classes... purposefully

like you’ve seen each other and struck up conversations in line at the caf but you’ve never actually went somewhere with him, planning to anyway

so it’s kind of funny how you two linger near each other as he leads you to the arts building where the dancers reside

the top floor is for the ballet dancers, while the bottom floor is where all the hip hop dancers hang

he shows you one of the open practice rooms where a few of his dance crew are, and you can’t believe your eyes when minhyuk suddenly just.... changes

right before your eyes is no longer the shy boy you’d grown fond of

now he was all kinds of excitable, greeting his fellow members with big smiles and laughter and suddenly you feel like the shy one out of you two

he doesn’t even really seem to notice, talking to the boys about this and that

but then one of them spots you and coughs rather loudly, making gestures at you when minhyuk gives him a puzzled look

a glimpse of the shy boy comes back when he rushes over to you and places his hands on your shoulders, guiding you over to the group of boys

you’re honestly too stunned by the sudden touch he’s initiated that you pretty much blank out on him introducing you to everyone

it’s only when the boy who had initially noticed you walks up and holds out his hand, sweat dripping down his neck and chest but looking otherwise unbothered by it

“hi, i’m moonbin! i’m minhyuk’s friend,,, he talks a lot about you ya know”

you flush just as minhyuk drops his hands from your shoulders and whines back “i do not!!” indignantly, all the while the others simply refute his claim with a chorus of “yeah you do”‘s

you find it more endearing than you probably should when minhyuk stutters over a response to you, looking absolutely mortified and regretting bringing you here after all

but then moonbin takes control as if he hadn’t just utterly destroyed his friend’s confidence in seconds “so! what brings you here?”

“minhyuk said he’d sell me tickets to your dance competition?”

moonbin widens his eyes at you and then looks at minhyuk, “you’re making your friend pay?”

minhyuk seems to snap out of his pity party long enough to form a reply, looking a little pouty, “well, of course... y- we need it”

moonbin stares at him for a solid minute before he bursts into laughter, shooting you a smile as if to say he’s sorry for you being friends with the younger boy

then he goes over to his duffle and pulls out a ticket and hands it to you, shoving his hands into his pockets despite your confusion

“don’t worry, you’re minhyuk’s friend. you’re free to come. hell, you could sell the ticket for all i care”

you’re v thankful, telling him that you’ll definitely come and that you’ll definitely scold minhyuk for being so stingy, and then the both of you are walking out of the building with much less haste

as you’re walking, you turn to minhyuk to see he looks a lil deflated

“did it bother you that much the way they joked with you?” you ask quietly, watching his expression for any telling signs

but he shakes his head quickly, smiling reassuringly if only for a moment

he seems to be debating over what to say before he finally does, “it’s... moonbin.... he doesn’t have a lot of money to come to the school to begin with. we try to split up enough money from the dance competitions we win to go toward his tuition. since we also help sell tickets and advertise the venues we dance at, we send that money his way as well. he’s usually humble about the whole thing, which is why i was hoping i’d get tickets from soonyoung or something...”

you feel bad all of a sudden, wanting to go back and demand you pay to moonbin, but you know that would just make him uncomfortable

so instead, you slip more than enough cash into minhyuk’s hand and watch as his comically large eyes find yours

“don’t tell him i gave that to you, alright? i’ll beat you up right after he does”

all minhyuk does is nod, shoving the money in his pocket

and he lingers

until he throws his arms around your neck and you’re caught into a hug

and god.... this is the first time you’ve been so close to minhyuk.... you can feel his rapid heart beat and his breaths rustling the hair at your ear

“i’m sorry, it’s just... when people... are kind to the people i love, i tend to really like those people a lot”

you practically melt as you hug him back, despite your nervous movements that he doesn’t seem to notice

“I thought you already liked me” you joke, squeezing the fabric of his shirt in your hands

he pulls back, half a foot from your face

and those mesmerizing angel eyes catch yours

“...maybe i already did. maybe... this just sealed the deal for me” he mutters, though it’s loud and clear for you

from that moment forward, you can’t help but admit.... you’ve fallen for park minhyuk

suddenly when you’re sitting next to him in class, all you can think about is his quiet squeaky laugh as he makes you watch funny videos on his phone

suddenly you’re wanting to be in that jacket of his more

and even when he scolds you for forgetting your jacket again, you snuggle unabashedly into the warmth of his clothes and he can’t pretend he doesn’t like seeing you wearing his clothes often

he’s sneaking glances of you when you come to watch him practice, always showing off in the subtlest of ways just to impress you

schooling his expression into something he’d think is sexy, and what moonbin would call “constipated”

but shhhh moonbin u think it is kinda sexy,,, in a constipated way

plus, it’s not like you don’t just end up completely entranced by his moves when he’s really into it

you often imagine yourself, and you’d never admit this aloud, dancing with him

sometimes a particularly beautiful song will come on and you’d find yourself zoning out, imaging him holding you, moving with you, dancing as if you’re made to mold together

it’s the night before the competition when minhyuk calls you

he’s asked you to come to his practice this time instead of having you come without invitation because he wants to be sure you’ll be there

he tells you that he’d bought you dinner, and that he just wanted you to tell him if he needed to fix any part of his dance

even though he had perfected it weeks ago, he still agonized over it

you really just want to bop him upside the head and tell him that no, there was nothing to fix. there was never anything to fix because he was perfect

still, you do as told, sitting up against the mirror that he faces when he dances

it feels so different compared to sitting against one of the walls like you usually do, because you can see all of his expressions clear as day

you watch as he stops in the middle of his routine, taking in a few deep breaths as he tries to regain his energy

“minhyuk-” “i don’t think it’s good enough yet”

you frown, “it’s perfect, minhyuk!”

he just looks at you with a dejected look, “you have to say that.... you’re my friend”

you frown and set your orange chicken to the side, crawling across the floor to where he’s now crouched and taking a swig of water

when you’re within inches of him, you hold out a hand “you wanna see not good enough? put on a song and dance with me”

he looks at you for a moment and laughs, “what?”

you shrug at him and head over to the stereo, putting his playlist on shuffle and laughing when a particularly cheesy 2000′s r&b song comes on

you watch as minhyuk cringes, trying to muffle his laughs as you start to dance over to him, looking extremely awkward yet managing to lift his spirit in seconds

he’s so attracted to your personality,,, you just have a light that makes him look twice

so he takes you up on your offer and decides to dance with you, knowing he looks super goofy and knowing if any of the boys walked in he’d be roasted within an inch of his life but he still,,,, has fun

anyone would argue it’s simply because it’s you and when is he not willing to make a fool of himself just to make you laugh i mean

the kid is just...... gone... for u

you two are just dancing like this, acting like a pair of dummies to like,,, sexy can i or somethin

and then the music ends as a softer song plays and you and minhyuk fall to the floor in a fit of breathless giggles

you land first and he lands across your tummy, effectively weighing you down to the wooden floor and making you swat at him just so he’ll let you breathe

he slowly slides off of you, laying down on his side beside you instead

“thank you” he says softly, smiling so big that you think it might tear his face in two

you just reach up a hand to his face and comb his hair from his sweaty forehead, smiling back just a little smaller bc you’ve only been this close to him once before and your heart wasn’t beating as fast as that time

there’s a calmness over you, a burst of confidence that you’re not sure where it comes from and you’re a little scared to see what it’ll drive you to do

but you rest your hand on his cheek, his eyes never leaving yours

“can i kiss you?” you both ask at the same time

and then burst into another fit of giggles

minhyuk looks both totally embarrassed and totally flattered, knowing that he wasn’t the only one feeling anything right then

“yeah... uh... let’s just...” minhyuk starts, trying to find the right words

(of which he doesn’t get to finish doing because you’ve already cut him off with a kiss..... it’s ok bud)

(if moonbin was here, he’d probably scream)

(if soonyoung was here, he would probably take pictures like a proud mother) (that’s weird, soonyoung) (don’t do that)

from this moment on, you could say you and minhyuk begin to engage in some,,, sor t of courting

i say “some sort” because if you thought minhyuk would get any better at being around you after kissing you then,, heh

the poor bean is just a bundle of nerves every time he’s around you!!! like even more so!!! bc he hasn’t dated much in his young life and he likes you a heck of a lot

most dates he went on back in high school were with ppl his friends would set him up with, which usually either ended in him being turned down or the other way around

but you? he’d be crushed if this didn’t work out

he takes most of his dating tips from the older boys which is a Bad idea but he also doesn’t have many reliable sources to begin with i mean

his mom suggested a good date idea would be bringing you home for scrabble night

so, needless to say, your first couple of dates are just some awkward mixture of candlelight dinners in stuffy clothes and movie dates where he’s spent half an hour debating if he should put his arm around you or not

but one day, you’ve had enough

and you suggest a date at the arcade

and jesus christ you never knew minhyuk was this competitive asufheoihfi

he loosens up so much playing around with you, whether shooting baskets at the basketball game or trying to slice off the other’s fingers during a game of air hockey

you actually end up winning the most tickets tho, much to his pouting dismay

that is, up until you combine all your tickets and buy him a giant stuffed panda

“i’m the luckiest guy in this arcade tonight :)” “you’re on a date with me, of course you are”

you and minhyuk just have this natural best friend kind of relationship?? like if no one ever told jinjin that you two were together, he’d be none the wiser

you and minhyuk: *eskimo kissing while snuggled against each other*

jinjin: aw i love friendship :)

but it’s just expected that you two are mostly distant pda wise, unless you two are alone

if you are alone, you have to kind of ease minhyuk into initiating skinship with you

but from there? u don’t have to ask

he’s got a hand on you always

he just likes having u close. it’s a pisces thing

sometimes he jokes that after a few years into your relationship, he would be comfortable enough to hold hands with you in public (at least most of you hopes he’s joking)

he doesn’t take nearly as long to get comfortable with you, though he often felt bad when he’d see a couple in public hugging or one with their arm around the other, and he just wasn’t sure he was ready for that

but you had assured him countless times that you’d wait. that you would never go so far that he could not follow

and minhyuk likes that you don’t try to force him. he likes that he can comfortably mold with you

often times, you feel as if you need to guide him along,,, which can be a bit tricky

bc while you do want to be there for him, there are times you wished he would be more assertive

when you guys fight, it’s only after days of bubbling tension that boils over

minhyuk would often brush you off if he was annoyed with something you did, while you were one to confront him

his passiveness would start to crumble after a while of this

when minhyuk gets into arguments with you, it’s one of the few other times you see him get so passionate

he comes at you full of emotion like a hurricane of upset that you had no idea you’d let loose

and at first, it really kind of throws you off

but you notice that minhyuk is the type to try and pretend everything is okay, even if he knows it’s not

if only to keep from facing reality for a little bit

it’s something he hates about himself and he promises he’s working on it

that’s why when you finish fighting, he habitually takes your hands in his and kisses them both, never breaking eye contact with you as he asks “are we okay?”

when you nod, he knows he can survive another day

because you’re both young and you’re both trying to figure this whole thing out, and he’ll figure it out with you because he doesn’t want to lose you. he won’t let himself sabotage one of the best things that has happened to him. not ever

minhyuk tells you about switching majors a few weeks after you get together

he explains that while he had initially intended to stay in school as a business major and land a stable job so that his parents’ work wouldn’t be in vain, the dance club was the most fun he ever had at school

moonbin, being a dance major, had also tried to encourage minhyuk to pursue his dream

every sign was pointing toward switching, but minhyuk didn’t want to let his parents down

so you decided you’d go with him to talk to his parents

you’d met them once before, so they already had a positive view of you, but from the way minhyuk talked about disappointing them, you were legitimately worried they’d be mad or something

it’s only when minhyuk sits them down and tells them that..... well.....

“oh? is that all?”

minhyuk is O.O

his parents look completely unbothered, “if that’s what you wanna do, do it honey” “you mean.... you’re not upset? being a dance major doesn’t promise a stable career” “we didn’t spend our lives working to send you to school to do the safe thing, we did it so you could do what makes you happy”

you just smile brightly next to minhyuk, rubbing his shoulders as he lets the info sink in, and then he just can’t stop thanking them for loving and caring for him so much

you can tell changing his major just makes minhyuk become so much brighter, literally

every time you see him, he’s sparkling and so happy

he loves that he’s dancing for more than just a side hobby and that he can focus on what he wants, and while you miss him in your boring business class, you can bet he’s waiting outside in the hall for you after class each day

...even though he only has fifteen minutes to book it to his next class

you love him but he really is quite a romantic dolt sometimes

you love seeing your dancing machine so happy, and if he’s happy, so are you

enjoy him!!! he will love you to the moon (bin) and back

[uta-no-knb]

Scenario with Masato and his s/o cooking or baking something?

Ooooh! I can picture this going one of two ways; good or bad (and bad as in total chaos)

“(L/N)-san, what are you doing?” Masato asked as he walked into the kitchen and found you running allover the kitchen, grabbing random ingredients.

“Oh! Masa-chan,” you exclaimed with a smile on your face-which vanished as you almost dropped the carton of eggs you were holding haphazardly on top of a large amount of other ingredients. “Didn’t see you there.”

“ (L/N)-san, don’t add the ‘chan’ please,” he deadpanned, even though he did find it cute and flattering. “Masato is perfectly fine. But why are you running around-especially with eggs?”

You froze. “One of my friends is stressed out due to work, so I wanted to cheer them up with some sweets.” You hated lying to your boyfriend, but you could never let him know the true intentions of why you’re baking.

Masato smiled and walked over to you, “Let me help,” he said, grabbing the carton of eggs from the top of the pile you had, “Especially when you’re carrying fragile ingredients such as these,” he joked

“But Masa-chin,” you started, until he gave you a bit of an irritated look about the new suffix you added to his name. “Are you sure? You have a lot of work coming up; you have to prepare for the Triple S-”

“I’ll be fine,” he said, putting on his signature apron, “Plus, I didn’t know you had an interest in baking.”

“I love sweets,” you grinned, placing the rest of the ingredients on the counter. “But this is going to be fun!!”

He smiled at you, only to have that change to a confused frown as he looked at the package that was in front of him. “....You’re planning on using a packaged cookie mix?” he asked.

“In my defense,” you started, “I wasn’t planning on having you help.”

Picking up the package, he opened up the pantry and placed it in a metal-wired bin. “We’ll leave this for Natzuki,” he started, as he walked towards you once again. “If you want to make your friend happy, shouldn’t the cookies be made from the heart?”

“...You make me sound heartless,” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

Masato chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Let’s get started-”

“Wait,” you say, as you go through a drawer and bring out a cookbook, “If we’re doing this from scratch, we’re going to use this!” You presented the book proudly in front of you,

Taking to book, he looked at the cover; on the cover was a female probably in her early 20′s, wearing a red shirt, with a waist apron covered in what looked like digital hearts. “The Nerdy Nummies Cookbook’?” he asked.

“Yea!” you exclaimed excitedly, as Masato skimmed through the book. “Its a book by my favorite youtuber,  Rosanna Pansino! She owns a baking channel and she makes all of these amazing treats and sweets!”

“...And you were planning on making these from a pre-”

“Yes, shut it,” you growled. “But now that you’re here, you can help me!”

“Alright,” he chuckled.

“Then, lets get started!” you exclaimed again, as you lifted your pointer finger in the air and spun it around. “Don’t judge,” you added, noticing him eyeing what you were doing, “Its what she does before she starts her videos.”

After spending 30 minutes going through the cookbook-and arguing over what you were going to make, you two ended up going to the “Nerdy Nummies” YouTube channel, and from there, you two decided on making the “Wreck It Ralph” cookies. After making the video full screen, you both followed along.

Masato couldn’t help but watch your eyes light up in excitement. He knew you liked to bake, but you were prone to making a huge mess; in addition, you were very clumsy as well.

I’m here helping her, so it shouldn’t go too bad. What could possibly go wrong? he thought.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Masato mentally slapped himself for asking that question.

There was flour everywhere, egg shells and eggs all over the floor, and he doesn’t know how, but some of the eggs managed to end up in his hair.

We’re following a YouTube video explaining the process-how the hell did it turn up like this?

Apparently, you had poured the flour into the bowl a bit too fast, and in result, the excess dust that was in the air, caused you to sneeze. To add to the domino affect,  you had also been holding the sugar and that ended up everywhere (including somehow in his mouth).

“(L/N)-san, was that salt you just threw?” he asked, pausing the video.

“It was sugar! I got it from the white jar!” you said, pointing at the jar in question.

Sighing, Masato walked over (slipping every now and then due to the flour that was all over the floor) and spun the jar around; the word ‘SALT’ was written in big, black letters. He also turned the second jar around and that one had the word “SUGAR” written on it, also in big letters.

“Who the hell puts two of the same jars, containing the same color stuff in it, right next to each other!?”

Masato, with a sigh, grabbed the salt container and once again, made the dangerous trek back towards you-but just his luck, he slipped on a forgotten, broken egg, and the jar of salt went flying (luckily-and shockingly-you ended up catching it, before the jar fell on top of him.)

He looked up at you from the floor, with utter confusion on his face.

“I honestly don’t know how that egg ended up there-don’t look at me like that!”  you exclaimed in defense.

He let out a sigh and got up, making sure not to slip on anything this time. “You’re going to be the one cleaning that up.”

“Aww! I didn’t do it, Masa-chin!!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Finally, after two and a half long hours, the cookies were already done. The only decoration missing was the writing on it.

“Hold off on the writing,” Masato said. “I know you want to decorate it quickly, but its best if we let it cool down first.

“Thats true I guess, I don’t think I need your help for that part,” you chuckled. “But I will need your help cleaning up.”

He laughed, and the two of you began cleaning.

~~~~~~~~~~~

(Next Day)

ST★RISH and Nanami were sitting in one of the music rooms, discussing their next song and what the song meaning would be.

The group of young adults were discussing the topic for their next song for two hours so far; most of it due to bickering between Syo and Ren.

“I don’t think a topic like that would work, Ochibi-chan,”

“Knock it off with the nickname!” Syo exclaimed. “I’m not short!”

“You guys are really never going to get anywhere at this rate,” a partially feminine voice said, stopping the argument

“What brings you here, Ringo?” Ren asked, with a grin.

“I come to deliver a package to Hijirikawa-kun,” Ringo replied with a grin, handing the male a neatly wrapped box.

All of the young adults in the room focused their attention on Masato and the box in front of him.

“Aren’t you gonna open it?” Ringo asked, excitement evident in their voice.

“Maybe its from a fan?”

Masato looked at the handwriting on the name tag and he chuckled, a small smile on his face. “I don’t think it is.” He undid the ribbon and unwrapped the box; and he really could not hide the smile that appeared on his face.

“What is it?!” Natsuki asked, his excitement radiating.

Without a response, he showed the rest of his band-mates and his former teacher the contents.

The cookies were in the shape of hearts; they were outlined in white icing, and filled in with a medium shade of blue (the shade that represents his ‘assign color’ in the group). The top of her hearts, as well as the bottom were decorated with small sprinkles.

What really grabbed the attention of all of them, was the writing on the cookies. In elegant cursive, the phrase, “You’re My Hero”, was written on them, in white icing. To add to the aesthetic, a strip of pink sour ropes were attached to the top, to make it look like a medal

“Oooo!! These are so cute!” Ringo squealed.

“Yup, definitely from a fan.”

“Hope (F/N) won’t get jealous because of this.”

“Wait! What if they’re poisonous?!”

“I don’t think Shinomi made them this time,” Ren said, catching on to who the actual person was.

Masato’s attention was drawn away from the cookies, by a sheer gift pouche attached to the bottom of the top lid. The cookies in the bag were like the others, except the words written on them were different.

“....So, can we have some?” Otoya asked, only to get elbowed by Tokiya. “What? I’m kinda hungry.”

Masato chuckled, and pushed the box to the middle. “Help yourselves,” he said, grabbing the cookies from the lid and standing up. “I have something I need to do. Excuse me,” he bowed, leaving the room. “I trust you guys will have luck.” And with that, he left the room.

“Yup, Natsuki didn’t make these.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Syo-chan?” Natsuki asked, causing the shorter blond to cover his mouth in realization.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were in your room, working on lyrics for a song that you wrote; the thoughts of your boyfriend liking the cookies you made for him-even though he partially helped in the making of them-preventing you from getting very far.

A knock brought you out of your thoughts. “It’s opened,” you said, allowing the person on the other side of the door to enter. Your eyes widened at the person who entered. “Hey Masa! Your meeting ended early?”

Closing the door behind him, he walked over to you. “I excused myself early,” he replied. “I had some important business to take care of.”

“Oh?” you asked, putting the sheet music down and standing up, facing him. “And I take it, this business involves me?”

Once he was in front of you, he held out the bag in front of him. “It actually involves you and these,” he said, setting them down on the desk gently.

You pursed your lips, now realizing that he probably came over to scold you for lying to him. You braced yourself for his scolding, only to pause when you found yourself engulfed by warmth; Masato was hugging you.

“Masa-”

“You didn’t have to lie, you know,” he said.

“I just wanted to surprise you is all,” you replied, hugging him back, wrapping your arms around his waist. “You’ve been stressed out lately, and seemed a bit down, so I wanted to do something for you.”

Pushing you away from him gently, he surprised you by gently placing a kiss on your lips, before bringing you back into yet another hug.

Masato was extremely appreciative of your gesture, and he couldn’t believe that he ended up dating someone as awesome and loving as you.

So I hoped you enjoyed this!! This was really fun to write; granted, Im only running on a few hours of sleep and was excited to finish this, so I did just that. 

Here are what the cookies look like. 

For those who are not familiar with Nerdy Nummies, it is a YouTube channel run by Rosanna Pansino that focuses on baking (there are also other types of videos as well). 

Here is the link to the video -> “WRECK IT RALPH COOKIES”

Here is the link to her channel -> Rosanna Pansino/Nerdy Nummies

Hope you guys enjoyed this! 

Until next time, 

Orca

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The Tall Tales of Tiny Veronica - PART 2

A/N: Part two of the thing @the-clawen-pamphlet and I are writing is finally up after two weeks of crying writing. In this chapter, things get #shrunk-ed

AO3

Summary: “What the fuck have you done,” Veronica screamed, motioning to herself. Though, from way down on the floor, it didn’t really sound much like screaming at all.

“It was an accident, I swear.”

(aka edgelord and ronnie mess with science and it does not end well)

Chapter 1: #Get Shrunk-ed

As the group of eight-year old’s walked past them and down the hall, the flush on Veronica’s cheeks subsided. She glanced over at JD who had shoved his hands in his trench coat pocket, looking nonchalantly around the room. Their eyes met; for a brief second, they remained silent before bursting into a fit of laughter. It was a relieved kind of laughter, the kind she’d get after barely managing to sneak out after curfew or narrowly avoiding falling out of the tree outside of JD’s window.

As their laughter died, JD grabbed Veronica’s waist, pulling her in for another kiss. She hummed happily against his lips and tangled her fingers into his hair. JD pulled away, looking around for a possible exit as Veronica kissed her way down his neck, leaving small bite marks.

“Ow,” he said, wincing, but enjoying the attention.

Veronica smiled against his skin, purring happily as she tugged on the hem of his t-shirt. It became increasingly difficult to spot an exit as Veronica fought for his undivided attention. Yet, just in time, his eyes landed on the door in the corner of the exhibit, hiding in the shadow of the tank in the corner.

JD took Veronica’s hand and led her towards the dark corner. She followed along, small fits of laughter escaping her mouth as they attempted to sneak in. JD toyed with the doorknob, testing the lock. It didn’t give way to him.

He turned towards his high-off-of-lust girlfriend, examining her hair, searching for a bobby pin. He located one behind her ear and grabbed it, careful not to catch any hairs as he pulled it out.

A thin strand of hair fell in front of her eyes and he absentmindedly brushed it away as he started to fiddle with the lock with the hand behind his back. The other hand was devoted to Veronica. To anybody else, it would seem like two ordinary teenagers hanging out in the corner, rather than two delinquents trying to break into a supply closet to fool around.

After a moment of silent twiddling and suppressed chortling, a subtle click came from the door. JD and Veronica’s eyes snapped up, meeting in a moment of impish joy. JD reached for the doorknob, twisting it open; the cool metal left a tingling sensation on his hand, similar to the one lingering on his mouth.

Veronica pushed the door open, revealing the dark supply closet. A rush of excitement and fear traveled through her nerves, causing her to grip JD’s hand tightly. They exchanged looks before stepping into the dark room, closing the door behind them.

Half undressing one another, half groping around in the darkness for a light switch, they began to get busy. A loud squeal escaped Veronica as JD poked her side accidentally. Finally, JDs hand brushed over something attached to the wall that could only be described as the plastic nub of a light switch. A part of him considered just leaving the lights off, to add a bit of mystery to their hook-up, but he decided against it; he wanted to see his girlfriend.

The lights flickered on, bringing them out of the darkness. These were not the harsh industrial, fluorescent lights he had expected. Instead, a dim white light touched each corner of the room, a purple hue complimented the light, illuminating the shadows of the room. The two squinted, adjusting to the sudden brightness.

Veronica smiled deviously up at JD and shoved him with a sudden, gentle force, pinning him to the wall with a soft, satisfying thud. JD let out a hearty chuckle, smirking at his dead girl walking. Veronica stood on her tip toes, hungrily locking their lips together. He let out a soft moan against her lips, pulling away for air.

Veronica snickered devilishly, planting kisses and leaving what would eventually be very visible hickeys on his neck.

“Mine.” She growled, a playful smirk plastered on her face.

Now that the lights were on, JD finally had a chance to look around. His eyes scanned the room, curiosity glimmering in his eyes, which landed on the shelf of strangely colored weapons and gadgets, forgetting about the popular girl who was currently making her way down his neck.

This was not a supply closet.

Despite having his very attractive girlfriend all over him, quite literally, he wanted to explore the room. Struggling under Veronica’s grasp he attempted to gain some leverage to remove himself from her. Veronica, who was lost in her own little world of lust and need, did not seem to be aware that his attention was now diverted. The more he seemed to move, Veronica’s grip seemed to tighten. She was a dead girl walking who wouldn’t stop till she was satisfied; another reason why he loved her.

“‘Ronica,” JD hissed, feeling the unexplainable need to keep his voice down. She hummed into his skin in reply, blissfully unaware of where they were.

He hated to ruin the moment- he really did- it wasn’t often that Veronica wanted to fool around like this. Sure, they had plenty of sex, but it was only on rare occasions that Veronica would want to take their actions outside of the bedroom.

“No, Ronnie, look.” He sighed defeatedly as he carefully pried Veronica off of him and turned her around to face the shelves of futuristic-looking gadgets. Though he couldn’t see her face, he was sure that her eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Oh my God,” was all that she could say.

With Veronica seemingly rooted to the spot, JD now had the opportunity to explore the space. It wasn’t a huge room, about as big as one of their painfully undersized classrooms at Westerburg, but it held more technological wonders than JD could imagine.

There were opaline black cubes and different bells and whistles dangling from wall to wall.

What really drew his eye were a rack of gun-like objects at waist height. Made of a silver, chrome material and painted with black stripes, they looked like something straight out of an episode of Star Trek and were impossible to ignore. It probably didn’t help that they were also labeled ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ in big bold letters.

Drawn to them as if by instinct, JD crossed the room and laid a cautious hand over the one in the center; it was cold to the touch.

“The sign says do not touch,” Veronica said suddenly, breaking the trance. She was standing across the room, absentmindedly looking at the cubes, obviously unimpressed with his rule-breaking.

“I feel like that’s more of a suggestion than anything.”

Veronica rolled her eyes. “Just be careful. I don’t want to get in trouble because you’re being an idiot.”

Ignoring her, JD picked up the gun; it was heavier than he expected. He raised it to eye-level, just like he would with a real gun, and pointed it at the far wall, away from Veronica and the rest of the displayed objects.

Veronica made the don’t-you-dare eyes at JD, but he purposefully avoided them.

Squeezing his finger on the trigger, he watched as the gun emitted a little orange beam of light, hardly bigger than a button.

It didn’t make a cool noise or sear a hole in the wall or light anything on fire or encase the room in ice.

It was a laser pointer. How anti-climactic.

“See, ‘Ronica, totally harmless.” JD turned back towards his girlfriend, waving around the gun.

Veronica couldn’t help but shake her head as she sighed. “Yeah, okay. I see your point, but you should put that thing back and we should get out of here before we get in serious trouble,” she insisted, taking a few steps closer to her ‘edgy’ boyfriend.

JD nodded, and walked towards the shelf to put it back, but not before he pressed the trigger, shooting the ‘laser pointer’ at Veronica’s forehead as a joke. His aim was perfect.

“Pew pew, motherfucker.” JD laughed, spinning the gun in his hand like a cowboy in a bad western film.

“You think you’re so funny and cool now, don’t yah Jorts Dicksnatch?” She raised an eyebrow at him, her voice dripping with a fake western accent.

“Don’t call me that!” JD whined like a child.

“Then don’t shoot the stupid laser pointer at me, Edgelord!” Veronica stuck her tongue out at him before walking towards the exit.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

JD took his time returning the ‘laser pointer’ to its original location, examining the other weapons displayed beside it. Once it clicked back into place, he let out a sigh and turned around, expecting to find Veronica waiting by the door; but his girlfriend was nowhere to be seen.

“Veronica?” He called out into the empty air of the room. His voice echoed and bounced off the walls of the room, which was strange for such a small room. He hadn’t heard the door open or close, so she couldn’t have left.

He began to walk around, trying to see if she was playing a game and attempting to scare him. Instead, he came across a pile of Veronica’s clothes; her classic blue blazer and skirt in a pile on the floor.

JD couldn’t help but chuckle, a playful smirk blooming onto his face.

Oh, so that was the plan he thought to himself.

“Veronica!” He called out again. “Come out of hiding and we can play.” He rubbed his hands together, ready for whatever was about to happen.

Or so he thought. JD glanced around, waiting for his girlfriend to come out of her hiding place. However, nobody was around. Instead, her heard a small squeak coming from below him, like something was trying to talk to him- something small.

And then the squeak came again, this time louder.

“Down here, asshole!”

JD’s eyes widened; the tiny voice sounded so familiar. He looked down at the pile of Veronica’s clothes, his eyes picking out a tiny moving lump in the folds of her white shirt like something was stuck inside of it. He crouched down on the floor to get a better view. And much to his dismay, a naked, tiny person- a naked, tiny Veronica to be more exact- climbed out from under the now oversized blue blazer

She was about the size of his pinky finger. Under any other circumstances, JD would have laughed at how cute she was, but now he just gaped in horror. His girlfriend, Veronica- tiny and pissed.

“Holy shit…” He whispered, his eyes ready to pop out of his skull.

“What the fuck have you done?!” Veronica screamed, motioning to herself. Though, from way down on the floor, it didn’t really sound much like screaming at all.

“It was an accident, I swear.”