#i wanna nuzzle into the them and forget about the cold weather outside

[s0m4-r03]

i need someone clingy in my life.

it’s cold at night and the loneliness is hitting me at full force. i can only have so many pillows and blankets on my bed.

[milktyama]

— ☕︎ DO YOU WANNA BUILD A SNOWMAN?

synopsis: building a snowman in a snowy morning

pairing: bokuto kotaro x reader

genre: just pure fluff, a little domestic?

wc: 1.1k

“Morning Kou!” you chirped. 

White and black locks filled your vision as your drowsy boyfriend shuffled under the covers. His arms snaked over your midriff and he nuzzled his nose on top of your head. You could feel the warmth that radiated off his body onto yours. You giggled at this act of affection and wrapped your arms back at him, bringing your bodies closer together.

“Time to wake up!” 

“Mmmhnggg... Five more minutes…” Bokuto mumbled under his breath, the heat from his breath spreading to you. You could only giggle at his cuteness. You try to get out of bed and allow him to rest a little more but as soon as you shifted your position, his arms tighten around you. 

“Wait… don’t go…” he whined. Opening his eyes slightly to give you his classic puppy eyes. God the things he did to you. You go back into snuggling with him under the covers, letting the warmth embrace the both of you as you have the other in your arms. Soon, the sunlight started to peek through the curtains until there was one perfect ray that disturbed both of your peaceful sleeping.

Shuffling around the covers, with his grip on you finally loosened, you glanced at the clock. It’s been 20 minutes since you first woke up. You try a second time to wake him up, however, your attempts in vain.

“Kou it’s been much more than five minutes, can we get up now?” you nudged at his side. He growled and told you to stop, but you know he adores it. Bokuto finally woke up and shot up from his lying position, rubbing his eyes slowly. You made your way to the window and slid open the curtains, pure whiteness engulfed your vision as white specks decorated the sky. 

“Kou look! Looks like it’s been snowing all night!” you pointed towards the window. Suddenly, all the fatigue Bokuto had moments ago were suddenly gone as the word “snow” left your lips. He rapidly yanked the blankets off of him and dashed towards you and the window. Pressing his face right up, his eyes sparkled with joy witnessing the delightful  icy bits that covered the sky and the floor, piling up into a thick layer of snow.

Bokuto started to let out a sequence of excited sounds, more or less that sounded like gibberish, but you could tell that all of them were filled with pure joy. You looked fondly over to the man in front of you who was supposedly a year older than you, but now was acting as if he was transported back into his childhood when he first saw snow. Bokuto suddenly perked up away from the window and his head swung towards your direction. You tilted your head at his sudden move, looking at him in question.

“Do you wanna build a snowman?!” his eyes glittered with admiration towards the cold particles that piled right outside your window. His golden eyes bright with playfulness as the sunlight reflected on them, giving them a honey like colourization. 

“Of course Kou. We will build the biggest snowman!” you encouraged him.

His hair perked up as he quickly gathered some warm clothes for the both of you. Very eagerly, he went immediately for the matching owl Christmas sweaters you got custom made last year. You just laughed at his simple mindedness, not like you minded, it was that exact part of him that made you fall in love. 

Pushing the door open, the crisp air touched your skin, sending chills down your spine. The snow was still pure white as it had just fallen from the sky, the sun brightly shining through the clouds. It was the perfect weather for building snowmen. The slight warmth from the sun rays allow the snow to stick together. Without even using gloves, Bokuto excitedly started to snow a small ball of snow. Man how is he so adorable. 

“Kou use these please. I don’t want you to get hyperthermia or something.” you threw a pair of gloves at him. He just laughed softly as he scratched the hairs on his nape.

“Yes of course puppy! C’mon now we need to make the biggest snowman!!” he pulled your wrist towards the ball he already rolled up. 

“Now I’ll roll the biggest one at the bottom and the middle one. You can start off on the smallest one and decorate however you like! Make sure to make it as cute as me! Hehe.” Jeez you just wanted to wrap him in bubble wrap and keep him safe inside your pocket or something.

Adding on the last details to the snowman with sticks and small stones from the ground, you carefully placed the head on top of the two extremely big snow balls that Bokuto managed to accumulate. What arm strength you thought. Suddenly, you ran inside the house with the realization, how could you forget about such an important detail. Bokuto stared at your retreating figure with lots of confusion. You ran back out, carrying something orange on your hands.

“How can we call this a snowman without a carrot nose?” you reasoned. You took his hand and placed it on top of your. Together, the two of you placed the carrot at the center of the snowman’s head. Bokuto’s golden eyes sparkled once more, as if they were real gold. You just lovingly hugged his large frame as you watch him get all giddy about the stature the two of you have just created. 

“Hey hey, we should give it a name! Something cool like… like.. ACE!!” If the excitement meter hasn’t been broken yet, then now would be the exact time it would. You looked deeply into this shining eyes, staying silent.

“Of course we can Kou,” you said, though it came out more as if you were talking to yourself, however loud enough for him to catch. He looked back and his eyes locked onto yours, keeping eye contact for a long time. He leaned towards you and aimed for your lips, kissing you ever so gently, being careful as if you could break anytime. 

The kiss was slow and gentle, your heart melts as if you held a small amount of snow on to your warm hand. You held his neck, deepening the kiss. Inevitably, you two broke the kiss, panting from the lack of oxygen. Looking back at his eyes, you gave him a wide smile. 

“Happy holidays Kou. Let’s build many more snowmen in the years to come ok?”

[quarantined-with-bucky]

Superpower

Bucky x Reader

Words: ~4,300

Summary: Bucky has an infatuation with The Incredibles that he might be taking too far. It takes some stern words from you to help him figure that out.

Warnings: A bit of angst, but also fluff, too

A/N: Thank you to everyone for reading and showing so much love to my last fic so much! I hope you all enjoy this one just as much. I like to write based off of little pieces of inspiration, so this time it was a tweet from Dr. Thema on Twitter and a response by Ashley C. Ford. I bolded both quotes since the quote-block format I usually use doesn’t fit right here!

...

“Super-strength is a superpower.”

“I never said it wasn’t. I was saying that you don’t have it.”

Bucky scoffs and folds his arms across his broad chest. In this moment it was hard to tell if he was puffing it out on purpose or if he had been putting in extra reps in the gym. Probably both, you decide. “Please, (Y/N), we just watched The Incredibles. We both know that I am literally Mr. Incredible.”

You couldn’t stifle your laugh. Two months ago, Bucky decided to catch up on all the movies he missed over the past seventy years. It took years to finally understand the internet, modern technology, and Wi-Fi (to be fair, you still aren’t exactly sure how that last one works, but you got the point across just fine). While Bucky had seen the basic movies: classic, old-timey movies, it was time to focus on the more enjoyable movies: kid movies. You watched Wall-E, making sure to explain the implications of that movie, Up, obviously you both cried, and Lilo & Stitch, an underrated classic.

Last night, in preparation for this mission, you’d insisted in watching The Incredibles. You thought it would hype him up for the tropical mission Steve was bringing him (and Sam) along on. And boy oh boy you were spot on. It had been twelve hours of nonstop Incredibles talk.

The night before, you two were snuggled up on the couch, mountains of blankets on top of you, bowls of popcorn and candy littered around you. Bucky’s arm slid around your back and you used the crook of his shoulder as a pillow. “What is going on here,” Bucky muttered to himself, squinting at the screen as the beginning of the movie started, Mr. Incredible fumbling around with his microphone.

You grinned in anticipation, wrapping your arms around his torso, pulling yourself closer to him. “Isn’t it so cute?” You said into his chest.

Bucky shoves his mouth full of popcorn, laughing loudly at Frozen talking about babes and Mr. Incredible ranting about the world in jeopardy. You didn’t think that he’d be laughing this much already (you know it’s a cinematic masterpiece, but still); maybe this movie was just that relatable. Although you were just a desk jockey in the Avengers tower, you knew they were always off saving the world and sacrificing themselves to do so.

It was safe to say that Bucky clearly enjoyed the movie – it just felt so realistic to him. The next morning, he spent breakfast rambling on about the fact that Syndrome literally lived in a volcano; how could Mr. Incredible not know? Tony brought up the point that Hydra set up camp in the exact opposite climate, so Bucky should cut the animators some slack. Bucky was not having it. “Aren’t you technically Edna Mode?” He rhetorically asked Tony with a deadpan stare.

Tony scoffed, holding a hand over his heart to feign hurt, before returning the glare to Bucky. “Remind me to talk to you about your hobo suit later.” With that, he left the kitchen, strutting down the hall, followed with him yelling: “no capes!” as Thor walked past him, the god raising his eyebrows in confusion.

Later that night, Bucky had to leave for a mission. You’d spent the afternoon in Bucky’s bed with each other, holding one another close; and where you tried to have some light pillowtalk, it ended up being about The Incredibles II after he got back. The two of you ended up in the shower to wash off the afternoon workout. While you were wrapped up in a robe, brushing your post-shower hair in the mirror, Bucky popped up behind you with just a towel around his waist. “Honey, have you seen my super-suit?” You could only roll your eyes and smile in response.

…

“Well if you’re Mr. Incredible, then I’m Mrs. Incredible.” You took a step closer to him, closing the space between you such that your chests are touching.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, dangerously close to the hem of your jeans. “I know,” he smiled, leaning forward to give you a kiss. “Those moves earlier? You’re even more flexible than her.”

“Cut it out, lovebirds,” Sam interrupted, his tone playful. “We don’t need a live show.”

Bucky drops his hands and leads you towards the hangar to where the jet was waiting. “All I’m saying is that I could definitely lift one of those train cars like he does. I could do more than one – ” he cuts himself off, stopping in his tracks. “(Y/N), I could juggle them.”

“Sure,” you hum, hooking your arm around his back and leaning into his side. “Although, when you think about it, you might be more of a cyborg than Mr. Incredibles, y’know?”

He groans, dropping his head and shutting his eyes. “But I don’t wanna be a cyborg.”

“We’ll watch Teen Titans then see how you feel.”

“Teen what?” He turned to stare blankly at you.

“Forget it, I’ll show you when you get back.” You smiled warmly up at him before he pulled you into a bear hug.

He kissed the top of your head and murmured “I love you” before pulling away.

“Love you, too, baby,” you responded softly. You sent him away with Steve and Sam, telling all of them to be safe before watching the jet take off.

With a sigh, you turned on your heel, seeing yourself out of the compound, heading back to your apartment. The streets of New York were busy despite the cold weather outside. Early November had its benefits: the streets were lined with orange, red, and brown as the trees were ready to shed their summer colors; but it also had its drawbacks: the streets were cold, and you could see your breath outside. You pulled your jacket tighter around you, pulling the collar closer around your exposed neck. If Bucky were here you already know he would’ve wrapped you up in his own coat to keep you warm, he would’ve held your hands in his own warm ones and nuzzled his nose against your own red nose. He was actually very sappy, when it came down to it. He was a sucker for you – constantly having to have his hands on you, make sure you were always warm.

You finished the thirty-minute walk to your apartment, taking your time to appreciate the fall scenery around you, glancing at all the Thanksgiving-soon-to-be-Christmas window displays, and enjoying the pumpkin scents around every corner. Pushing your door open, you were met with the warm heat and smell of the chrysanthemums Bucky had given you earlier that week. You tossed your keys to the side, shrugged your jacket off, and made a big mugful of hot chocolate.

You plopped down by the window and leaned your head on the glass, letting the steam from your drink warm your cheeks. You’d wondered in that moment where Bucky would be going exactly. He did mention it would be a tropical/forest vibe; the only thing you knew about that is that it’d be humid. Although you knew of Bucky’s disdain for cold, he wasn’t much of a fan of heat, either. He was much more of an autumn guy. You made a mental note to go for a walk through Central Park with him when he gets back.

He’d been gone for six days. Today was Thursday and you’d been stuck at your desk all morning. It hurt a little bit to have to walk to the Avenger’s Tower everyday without Bucky meeting you at the door (or Bucky walking with you to work, having spent the night before at your place) but you had to make do – paperwork needed to be completed.

Your eyes were aching from staring at your computer screen and your hand was cramping from all the scribbling you’ve been doing all day. The alternative was a coffee break in the café on the first floor – and you know what? Anything sounded better than work at the moment. You pop a post-it note on the door telling anyone looking for you that you’ll be back in ten. You make it to the elevator and straighten out your skirt as you stare at yourself in the reflection of the doors. Skirt a little wrinkled – nothing you can’t fix quickly in the elevator – button up shirt tucked in smartly, heels that made your feet ache, reading glasses that usually sit perched on your nose now shifted to sit on the top of your head, keeping your hair away from your face.

Despite how put-together you may look, you were exhausted and quite frankly, defeated. Not only was work kicking your ass lately but combined with the fact that Bucky was gone, and you hadn’t heard from him nearly wrecked you. Normally, he’d not take more than a day or two to reach out: a call or text simply to say he’s okay. You had to tell yourself that there was terrible reception wherever he was. That was going well for you, until you ran into Wanda one day on the elevator.

“Hey, (Y/N),” she greeted kindly, smiling wide as you entered the elevator next to her.

“Hi, Wanda, how have you been?” You responded. You’ve hung out with the Avengers at times. Usually your time with Bucky consisted of just the two of you, but sometimes you got the go-ahead to join their events and movie nights. Everyone welcomed you with open arms because not only was your personality so winning, but also you were the girl that brought Bucky out of his shell – in Sam’s words: “you made him sociable.”

“Good! It’s been busy around the complex, I’m sure you know already.” You’re not sure if she’s saying that because she’s aware of the pile of paperwork you’ve been working on for ages or if she can feel exhaustion radiating off your body.

“Yeah, you guys have given me a whole lot of paperwork,” you say, trying to give a hearty chuckle before awkwardly scratching the back of your neck.

She nods and hums in response. “The boys have been busy,” she responds casually.

You bite your lip before taking a deep breath and nodding in affirmation. “I haven’t heard from Bucky lately, so I’d imagine so.”

She shrugs – again so casually. Can she not feel the fact you’re about to freak out right now? “Actually, nobody’s heard from any of them.” How did she just end that sentence like that? Nobody’s heard from them. Not with any of this trillion-dollar equipment – it can’t connect them one continent away? She senses your panic; there’s a change in your breathing and you eyes go wide, staring now directly at the floor. “(Y/N), no. I mean – they’re fine. Just because they haven’t said anything doesn’t mean – ”

The elevator dings and opens to your floor. You politely hold up your hand to her and smile. “I get what you’re saying, Wanda. Thanks for keeping me updated.” You shuffle out the door, calling out for her to have a good day.

You make it back to your office and don’t even try to stifle your loud sigh as you plop into your chair. Fuck.

…

So, it was sufficed to say you hadn’t slept very well since that interaction. It’s been three nights since she’s told you they were basically M.I.A.; you spent your nights rolling around in bed, holding his pillow to your chest, constantly checking your phone for any kind of notification from Bucky. Without hearing from him, you didn’t know how long he’d be gone; without hearing from him, you didn’t know if he was even okay. Screw your sleeping schedule, you just needed to make sure he was even alive.

You make your way back to your office, taking a sip of the piping hot coffee and as you swing the corner you hit a brick wall.

And there was a brick wall standing in the middle of the hallway.

You gaze up at the man, blue eyes staring directly into your own. He’s breathing a little fast, especially for someone who had been standing in front of your office door, staring at the post-it note for quite some time. His hands were shoved in his pockets, shoulders a little hunched – he was nervous; something was wrong.

Very wrong.

It wasn’t even until his hand reached out to you, stopping in mid-air in front of your shirt before you noticed the coffee that spilt down the front of your shirt. It was warm, sure, but your racing heart took precedence over the splash of liquid that coated your black shirt. “Sorry, (Y/N), I – ”

“It’s fine. When did you get back?” You don’t care about the coffee; you barely even felt it. You shifted the weight between your feet, squeezing the coffee cup in your hand. Why were you so nervous? There was so much tension in the air. Just staring at him as he waited patiently for you to return from your coffee run. Neither of you knowing what to say. Its like you were strangers.

He runs a hand through his hair, huffing out a deep breath. He was actually still in uniform; you didn’t notice until you asked that question. His face was grimy, slick with sweat and remnants of mud and maybe even some flecks of blood if you squint. He then scratched at the stubble gracing his chin. “Just now.” He still can’t breathe. How was he supposed to tell you? You were certainly going to kill him when you found out.

He didn’t know what to say. He was thinking about this the whole plane ride home, the whole walk to your office, the whole ten agonizingly long minutes he’d spent waiting outside your office. But now, looking into your curiously wide eyes, glazed over with concern – you were basically paralyzed in fear; if it weren’t for your incessant shifting. It was almost driving him crazy to look at someone who is about to jump out of their skin with fear, yet unsure of what move to make or what to say. “Where is he?”

And Steve swallowed hard. “He’s okay.” You stared straight into his soul. “Well, he’s – ”

“Steve.”

“He’s alive. He got shot. A couple times.” Each fragment that left his mouth was punctuated by the prompt shutting of his mouth. It was important to him to stop himself from saying too much. Your mouth actually dropped open. There was nothing left for you to say, but your jaw dropped. He reached out and took hold of your arms in his hands. “He’s alive,” he repeated, the words not resonating in your brain (and he could see that). “He’s in med-bay. (Y/N), he is fine.” He didn’t think he could be any clearer.

Nothing made sense. You felt as though you were asked to complete a 100-piece puzzle with only three-pieces. You were struggling to comprehend anything that came out of Steve’s mouth. Instead, you sharply turned on your heel. You were calm – this cannot be emphasized enough – you walked with your shoulders pulled back and gaze straight ahead; but you weren’t looking at anything, simply following your own muscle memory on your way to the med-bay.

Steve chased after you – he walked behind you, taking long strides as to not overtake you. He kept saying your name, telling you to calm down, but you already were. Except your heart was thumping out of your chest. You couldn’t even form any more questions for Steve. Obviously: “where was he shot” was a glaring question, “how close to death was he” is another; you can’t even put those words together right now.

You shove open the doors to med-bay, blatant disregard for the coffee still in your hand, splashing now-tepid liquid again on your shirt and sleeve. That’s when you see him: sprawled out on a cot that’s too small for him; his boots hung off the end of the bed, dry mud caked to the bottom of his heavy boots, flaking onto the floor. As soon as you’d shoved the door open, Steve following you in toe, Bucky’s head lifted towards you. He actually grinned.

You’d nearly fainted. His face was littered with cuts and scrapes, dirt around each wound scrubbed away by the doctor then coated in slick, clear antibiotic. His shirt was long gone, leaving him in his combat boots still riddled with weapons (visibly and concealed, you could only assume) and his dirty boots. His chest was completely bandaged; he was grateful you’d walked in after he’d already been covered because he knew that he’d be hearing an earful from you if you’d actually been able to see the damage. This way, you’d only be able to see the wounds to change the dressing probably hours from now. His body would be nearly healed.

“James.” It was stern. You weren’t mad, per say; you couldn’t be mad – you were glad he was even alive. You didn’t know why your tone was so harsh; you were pissed that he was shot, probably due to some heroic act of saving one of his teammates, or maybe he was just being careless? You didn’t know and you didn’t want to find out – they’d never tell you which it was, anyway.

“Hey, doll,” he says casually, already trying to schmooze his way back on your good side.

“James.” This time you breathed his name, finally getting close enough to put your hands on his chest – fingertips ghosting off the edge of the gauze, where the bandage met his collarbone. He took both your hands in his, pulling them together and placing them tenderly over his heart. There must have been six layers of gauze over him – not a speck of dirt or blood poking through.

“Baby, look at me,” he whispered. You flicked your eyes up to his worried ones. His eyebrows were drawn together, mouth pressed into a firm line. “I’m fine.”

“James,” you sobbed, tears that were once held at bay now falling freely down your cheeks and falling onto his pants. You choked back any more words, nodding furiously as you found it hard to breath. He pulled your arms and yanked you to the bed and now you were sitting beside him, his hands now cupping the back of your neck, cradling your head against where his neck meets his collarbone. He cooed softly into your hair, whispering sweet nothings as he rubbed your back up and down.

“I’m okay,” he murmured. And all you could do was nod against his skin, crying more and more as he pressed each kiss onto your head.

It was probably ten minutes of crying before you calmed down, now laying against him in silence, your eyes shut resting against his shoulder. “You know,” he whispered, pulling you from silence. “I always love seeing you in your work clothes. All smart and sexy.” You couldn’t help but breathe out a laugh, snuggling further into him. “But you smell like coffee.”

…

Bucky was barred from missions for three months. And while he was physically healed within a week and a half, Steve wasn’t so sure about his mental state – and you weren’t so sure either. Actually, it had been a more than pleasant three months. He started off doing physical therapy once a day, then adding in workouts and phasing out the therapy. This occupied maybe four hours per day. That meant that the rest of his free time he spent in your office, at your apartment, and in your bed.

That would be fine with you if you could confidently say that Bucky was one hundred percent okay.

Most of the time, he’d spend all day next to you being a total chatterbox – actually, he any willing conversation he had would be about the book you were reading, that one episode of friends the two of you watched last night, rambling on remodels of his place and if he should paint his dresser. It was the unwilling conversations that he had that concerned you.

The words he’d mumble to himself as he rolled around in your bed having a nightmare. Every time, you’d spend five minutes trying to wake him up. At first you started out by nudging him awake, it developed to the state that now you had to fully grab his arm and shake him wildly to get him up. You’d sit there, pulling your hands through his hair, whispering sweet nothings until he calmed down. Every time, you’d ask him if he wanted to talk about it; he’d say now. You then asked him to tell you – you pleaded for him to let you into that side of his life. You begged to understand and cried for him – with him.

It was no different tonight.

If he wouldn’t talk, then you would. “Baby, you can’t keep doing this.” He sat up in bed, sheets twisted around his legs, leaning over with his back pressed into the iron-rung headboard. It was cool against his hot skin – the only thing making it semibearable as the bars pressed into the tight muscles in his back. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself. It’s not good for you.”

He didn’t say anything. He stared straight in front of him, his hands clasped over one another on his lap. You held one of his forearms in both hands, dragging your fingers in light patterns softly over his skin. You continue pleading with him: “you can tell me anything. Please, I hope you understand that.”

With this, he peers up at you with sorrow filled eyes. You can barely see them in the dark. “I know I can. It’s not a big deal, though. Nothing for you to worry about.”

You drop his arm in frustration, instead bringing your hands up to your hair and gripping it tightly, feeling like pulling your hair out might be a better option than bringing this conversation where it needs to go. “You have these nightmares every night, James. It’s only getting worse. I can tell that you’re hurting, and it hurts me to see you like that. No matter how much you don’t want to admit it, I can see that somethings wrong.”

He shrugs. “I can take it. Look, I’m sorry if I keep waking you up. I won’t stay over anymore.” He turns his head sheepishly towards his lap again, shoulders hunching forward. You know he thinks it’s a joke; he’s putting on an act. He wants you to curl up to his side, beg him to stay, make-out, have sex to take his mind off it, and fall asleep peacefully. You know because you’ve done it before. Multiple times.

God, he can be so annoying. “James.” Your stern tone had returned, you dropped your hands out of your hair and let them fall heavily on your lap. “A history of trauma can give you a high tolerance for emotional pain. Just because you can take it doesn’t mean you have to.”

He wasn’t sure what to do in that moment. There was nothing to say – nothing he could say. There wasn’t anything he could follow that up with; not a joke, not a sound, not even an intelligent sentence. He instead stared down at his hands, not even moving a muscle, not even to blink.

You were calm once again. You knew that your words had finally gotten through to him. Your relationship was strong: you’d built an emotional connection such that you two could be in the middle of the most serious discussions and still be able to crack a joke. But the both of you knew this wasn’t the time. That’s why he still hadn’t said anything: he didn’t have a smartass response, nor a comment he could make to get out of this one.

“Suffering is not a superpower.”

And with those final words, Bucky broke, his face contorting in pain, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling into an open frown. His shoulders shook slowly as he struggled to breath, holding his face in his hands. You couldn’t sit idly by, so you grabbed his hands and swung a leg over him, sitting on his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist so he had something to hold on to; his arms wrapped tighter around you as his head dropped to the front of your chest, quietly sobbing into your shirt. You secured your arms around him, looping them over his shoulders and around his neck.

You sat there absorbing his tears, not saying a word, not even whispering a small “shh.” It was about time he let his emotions out and you weren’t about to cut him off now. You’d spent every waking moment with him (save for his workouts and physical therapy) so you knew how long this emotional release had been building up inside of him. Every once and a while everyone needs a good cry – Bucky hadn’t had one in years.

You didn’t know how long the two of you sat there. His sobs turned into quiet sniffles turned into calm, steady breathing. You knew this conversation was far from over. He needed therapy, or at the least needed to vent to you more often. Whatever solution you two would come up with could wait until the morning. Right now, he needed rest, he needed tranquility.

You didn’t know if he was asleep, and hell, you, yourself, were almost asleep. It wasn’t until he broke the silence when you got your answer. “Can we watch The Incredibles II?”

[rottenbrains]

Akaashi Keiji X Reader

Wordcount : 1530 words

Warning : spoilers of Akaashi after his career as a setter during hs, light fluff ehe

Droplets of rain decorated the glass window as you were wiping the dinner table, taking a peek as you relax yourself. Ignoring the sounds of whatever that is being scattered, you continued to focus alternately on the stove and the table you were cleaning when the front door of your house is opened, revealing your drenched husband.

"I'm home. Y/n, where are you?", Keiji asked the vacant living room when a voice answered him from the kitchen.

"I'm here, honey... there's no one to answer you there", you answered him as you giggled lightly. Done taking off his shoes, he made a beeline to the kitchen to meet you with his tired body.

"I thought I told you to bring an umbrella this morning", you said as you washed your hands clean, hearing his footsteps getting much nearer to you. Wiping your hand with a clean towel, you were about to turn around and face your husband when you felt cold water seeped through your shirt at the backside. Keiji slithered his arms on your waist and landed a kiss on your cheek, catching you off-guard as you were still shocked from the sudden coldness on your back.

"Sorry, I'll pack it later tonight so I won't forget... some of the manuscripts I received since yesterday had some major editing needed, I kinda overwhelmed a bit..." he claimed as he continued to snuggle you against him, most probably trying to wring some warmth from you.

"Keiji, it's cold for both of us... Go take a shower first, you don't want to fall sick with your works piling over, do you??", you questioned him as you released yourself from his embrace. "Besides, dinner's almost ready... so off you go..." you said, gesturing him to go to the bathroom fast with your hands. Realizing that your back now wet from the embrace and how there's water pooling on the floor, he quickly excused himself and dashed to the bathroom to clean himself. You, on the other hand quickly went to your bedroom and changed your clothes to a new one. As you exited the room, a figure is spotted near the stove, eyeing the food that was left to boil. The figure heard your footstep and the creaking of the door, immediately turning around to look at you.

"Don't worry honey, it's almost done... wanna help Mommy set the table?" you inquired at the small figure as you approached him. He got your (hair color), fluffy hair with gunmetal blue eyes from your husband. Hearing you offering him to help out, he beamed at you.

"Of course, Mom..." he rejoiced as he made his way to the table, setting the tableware alone. You were about to fetch the bowls to transfer the soup when two warm bodies latched themselves on each of your calves.

"Mommy, I wanna help too..."

"The floor's wet..."

The two boys simultaneously commented while keeping themselves attached to you. Looking down on the twin, you giggled to them when they looked up to you too.

"Well, since your brother can manage the table for now... why don't you go wipe the puddles? Dad left them around... you two knights can do it??" you asked them as you straighten yourself and fetch the dry towels for them to use, they loosen from your legs and retrieved the towel.

"OKAY" both of them echoed together and dashed to the front door.

Turning off the stove, you started to transfer the soup and other dishes to the plates while your oldest son help carried it to the table, arranging it on the way. Done with that, you ushered yourself to scoop the rice next. While you're scooping the rice, a sound of a door shutting was heard, followed by cheers from your two kids that were supposed to wipe the floor.

"DADDY!!!!!" the twin yelled energetically while running towards Keiji. He knelt down to catch both kids and carried them to the sink.

"Drop those towels here and wash your hands, kids~" he gently commanded them, making them release the cloth and wash their hands together while Keiji still carried them as they're too short to wash their hands alone at the sink. He let the two kids down after they're done, and proceeds to wash his own hands.

"Welcome back, Daddy" your oldest son said as he walked towards the sink, standing behind Keiji as he waited for his dad to finish washing hands while you're scooping the last bowl of rice.

"Hmhmm, hello Katsuki... how was your day today?" your husband softly smiled at him as he turned around, rubbing his head in the process, making your son smiled in appreciation.

"It's fine Dad..." he answered briefly as he continued to wash his hands. Hearing the exchange between the two tickled you inside, making you release a fit of muffled chuckles. The boys and your husband looked at you, confusion evident in their gazes, forcing you to stop as you went to wash your hands too before sitting down.

"Why are you laughing??" your husband asks with his indifferent expression as you made your way to your seat.

"It's just... Katsuki really sounded like you when he welcomed you, calm and collected while the twin literally burst our eardrums..." you reason with your husband while pinching the younger twin, Taichi, who was sitting beside you while Katsuki and the other twin, Tsuzuru sat across of you.

"The twin did take after you, after all... All they took from me was either my eyes or hair" he answered, smiling at you before flashing a smile to the kids too. Hearing the rumbling that came from Katsuki's stomach, you lightly giggled and looked at your husband. Taking the glance as a sign, Keiji clapped his hand together.

"Thanks for the food!" he cheered softly, followed by you and your kids. While Katsuki eats his food calmly (even though his stomach clearly sounds like he's super hungry), your twins were eating like the chicken wings would start to fly away if they didn't eat it quickly. Worried, you reminded the pair to eat slowly from time to time while having small talk with your husband and kids over dinner.

The dinner went just fine as your family normally bonded over dinner, sharing the happenings for today while munching on the foods. You, your husband, and the kids relaxed while watching the kid's favorite cartoon until it's time to sleep. Together, you and Keiji went to tuck the kids to bed before walking to your shared bedroom. Already washed your teeth and prepared to relax on the bed, you swiftly walked to the bed and laid yourself, waiting for your husband to follow suit. After a while, your husband also relaxes on the bed as he pulled you closer to him. Your back facing his chest, he snuggled closer to you.

"It feels really great to be able to hug you like this after a long day... and spending the time with kids too..." he dragged his words, clearly drowsy from the tiredness. Even though he was tired, but his hug on your waist was strong and comforting. No matter how tired he is, he would always spoons you, showering you with gestures of affection until both of you passed out.

Maybe since it was still raining, so his hug was extra comforting and warm, making you melt more into his hug as you turned to face him and nuzzled your face to his chest. He kissed your forehead, and his lips stayed there, ghosting at the spot he kissed. Knowing that he was tired, you didn't want to drag him to talk anymore. Instead, you kissed his chest, nuzzled on it again as you hugged him, your thumb drawing random shapes on his back to help him to sleep faster. Soon after, you realized that his breathing becomes deeper and steady, signaling that he was already asleep.

"I love you, and our kids too..." you mumbled softly before closing your eyes.

"I love you too, Y/n... Tsuzuru and Taichi really remind me of you..." he answered back.

Your eyes fluttered open, his answers made you smile to his chest. He realized the subtle movement of your lips, and his fingers made its way to your hair. Slowly, his hands smooth your hair but it stopped when he realized that you were pulling yourself upwards so that you're facing him. Letting yourself settle down when you're face to face with him, his hands latched itself to your sides. Your palm made contact with his unsquashed cheek, as you planted a peck on his lips. You flashed a soft smile to him as you pulled off from him.

Maybe, it's the cold weather outside, but he was searching for warmth. Instinctively, he neared your face again and kissed you back. Lips moving in sync, the warmth from your connected lips spread to the whole body. After a while, both of you broke free due to the lack of oxygen. He pecked your nose and whispered a soft "good night" before pulling you against him.

Despite the rain, your heart was warm.

I am still hung up with A3! so i used the characters there as their kids’ names. OH HOW I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHHH

[chaoticslinkys]

First Rain

I made this a while ago and I keep forgetting to post it essentially its just when the slinkies first experience with rain, its kinda long so I put it under a read more.

Somehow you wake up well before your two bedmates, which is definitely rare on your days off but their probably still tuckered out from your guys outing at funland yesterday. Somehow they managed not to destroy anything, but that might’ve because you told them no kisses if they break something this time. You decide to get a start to the day seeing that it’s 9 but also mainly because your hungry, but to do that you have to get out of their grip first. Ever since Spinel and Spince started sleeping with you, you realized that they have a habit of wrapping you up in their limbs with you sandwiched between them. You didn’t mind one bit, in fact ever since they’ve started doing that your sleep has been amazing, only issue you have with it is when you have to get up. When you finally manage to get up and out of bed as your stretching you notice that they immediately snuggle into each other bringing a smile to your face, you decide to take a picture on your phone to save the moment ( and to tease em later but they don’t need to know that). 

On your way to the kitchen you look outside and notice the dark grey sky and realize it's going to rain at some point in the day, declaring today an inside cuddle day you move to get some breakfast started for the three of you. As your finishing up you feel a pair of arms wrap around your middle and a body and gem press into you from behind

“Morning”  Spince whispers into your ear with his accent heavy from having just woken up

“Morning sleepy head, she still sleeping” You ask him

“Nah she’s up, should be out in a bit though” he replies before yawning

“Good, now set up the table for me will you” giving him a peck on the cheek before moving back to get everything off the stove 

“Sure thing sweets” he replies before giving you a peck back and moving to set the table, right as he lets go of you Spinel walks in yawning before moving to hug you from behind just like Spince was not long again and nuzzling into your neck

“Good morning to you too sleepy head” you tell her while turning in her arms to hug her back

“Morning” you feel her mumble into your neck 

“Alright sleepy head I made pancakes and I wanna cuddle today so let me go so we can eat” you tell her, she immediately perks up because she fuckin loves cuddles and pancakes 

“Yeah Spins stop hogging y/n” Spince calls out from his place at the table 

“Shush let me love em” She hisses while tightening her arms around you making him laugh 

“Alright you two no fighting I’m hungry and I wanna cuddle and if you two start fighting I’m leaving this house to go find someone else to cuddle with” your warning shuts them both up immediately making you snicker. You give Spinel a peck on the cheek as you drag her to the table to sit.

 After breakfast they help you wash the dishes before you drag them to the couch proclaiming “Since today is so cloudy im making today a movie and cuddle day since this weather makes me sluggish” you say as you push em down on the couch before running off to gather blankets and snacks

“Doll are ya actually making today a cuddle day or are ya just messing with us” Spinel questions when your halfway to the bedroom 

“Yup, weathers gloomy so I wanna cuddle with you two all day while watching movies” You call back “Alright sweets, I am loving today already” You hear Spince cheer once you make it back to your shared room making you snicker, you gather up the blankets from bed before making your way back to the living room. You dump the blankets on top of them earning you a grunt from Spince and a yelp from Spinel before moving again to get snacks from the kitchen, no sweets though because your trying to keep them in one spot today. 

By the time you make it back to the living room they’ve both already covered themselves in blankets while leaving a space for you between them as well as set up the TV to watch movies. You set the snacks on the table in front of the couch before squirming your way under the blankets and snuggling up between them. “Alright what are you two in the mood to watch” you ask them as you grab the remote from Spince’s lap.

“Can we watch some animated movies I really liked those” Spinel perks up “Yeah! I love those they always have pretty colors” Spince adds on

“Alright animated it is then” you say as you snuggle in between them while scrolling through your playlist. 

Halfway into the fourth movie your falling asleep with your head on Spinels lap and your feet on Spince’s lap. You honestly didn’t want to fall asleep but with Spinel running her hands through your hair and surrounded by their warmth it's impossible to not fall asleep. 

Although not long after you fall asleep you wake up to Spinel shaking your shoulder and whispering nervously

“Doll wake up somethings wrong” she tells you while looking around

“What, whats wrong” you ask her as you sit up and rub your eyes

“Cant you hear it its so loud” Spince whispers from his crouched position next to the couch. As you start listening closely you realize that its raining, and its raining hard. Instead of answering them you decide to have a little fun with them and stand up from the couch. As your making your way to the door you can hear Spinel whisper shouting to you. “Y/n, where the fuck are you going, don’t go to the door we don’t know whats out there” As you reach out to open the door you hear both Spince and Spinel shout out your name. You decide this is to much fun and continue to just pull the door open and step out onto the porch. As your walking out you hear both of them running towards you to pull you back in. When you hear them reach the door you turn around and meet their panicked faces with a grin.

“DOLL/SWEETS WHAT THE FUCK” They both yell out at the same time while pulling you into their arms. At that point your just laughing so hard your wheezing while their giving you the most concerned yet confused look.

“Uhh y/n why are you laughing after running towards you know, danger” Spince questions you as both him and Spinel tighten their hold on you

“Because were not in danger, look” You say as you turn to look out towards the front porch

“Um y/n why is water falling from the sky” Spinel asks you while turning to face outwards as well “Its called rain and it happens when the clouds carry to much water and they need to drop some of it” you explain to them

“Sooo, were not being attacked then” Spince whispers into your ear making you giggle

“No, slinky we aren’t being attacked its just raining really hard” you respond while getting out of their arms. You start walking towards the edge of the porch and they start freaking out when you move to step into the rain

“Alright alright relax you two look its not gonna hurt me its just water see” you tell them while sticking your hand out into the rain “see perfectly fine” you turn to look at them and realize their both still tense and nervous. You think for a moment and come up with an idea that might make em both relax. “Alright slinkies give me your hands” You tell them while reaching out for them “What, Why?” they both question at the same time making you snicker “Just trust me alright this is gonna get you to both relax and i have a feeling your both gonna like it” you tell them while reaching to grab their hands. Once you start pulling them out into rain they seem nervous but when the first drops fall on them they start to relax and just get this look of pure amazement on their faces that just fill your chest with warmth and brings a soft smile to your face. Although its raining so hard your soaked in seconds, but you really don't care considering you love the rain and your too preoccupied looking at your slinkies being amazed by rain. You decide to get them a little more into the rain by running towards them and jumping in a puddle near them making them jump from surprise “Sweets what the hell” Spince asks while he and Spinel shake out some of the water from their loose hair

“Yeah doll what was that for” Spinel asks as well “Well ya see the point i brought you out here for was so you can see just how much fun you can have in the rain, and one of the things you can do is jump in puddles” you tell them while you stomp in the puddle your in “another is just a more intense way of playing tag” as you say that you stare at them before jumping at Spince and yelling out “TAG YOUR IT” before booking it “HEY I WASN’T READY Y/N” He yells out before chasing after you while spinel is just laughing but not before Spince turns around and tags her while she’s distracted 

“HEY” She yells out before running after the two of you. The game goes on for about 20 minutes until they both decide to team up to catch you. They end up cornering you and as you try to get away they wrap their arms around you and smoosh you between them, Spinel behind you and Spince in the front

“Tag, we win” they whisper into your ear making you shiver in response “Hmm i guess you two did” You hum back. You would move to go back inside the house but honestly you feel too comfortable and safe just being hugged between the two of them, especially considering since they started humming and swaying. As this goes on you lay your head against Spinces, chest right above his gem, and he rests his head on top of yours while Spinel rest hers on your shoulder. Your starting to get really sleepy when you sneeze, scaring the shit out of both of em. “DOLL YOUR GONNA GET SICK CUZ YOUR COLD” Spinel yells out after recovering from her scare “OH FUCK YOUR RIGHT LETS GET HER INSIDE” Spince yells out while picking you up and running towards the house.

“Ill be fine you two ive spent time out in the rain before” you tell them while laughing from how much they over react. Although you think its sweet how concerned they are for you.. “Yeah right doll, we aint risking ya getting sick” Spinels snorts out as she closes the door behind her. 

“Pft i dont get sick that easily” you huff out as Spince drys out your hair with a towel and Spinel is going through your drawers for some dry clothes “And plus we gotta get ya warmed up Sweets we really don't want you getting sick we heard that its not a nice feeling when humans get sick” Spince tells you.

“Fine, fine, but i want cuddles to get warmed up then” you give in “We can do that doll” Spinel tell you as she hands you dry clothes. After your changed you hop into bed and they follow right after you taking their place on either side of you before wrapping you up in their arms

“Good night slinkies i love you” you whisper after you get comfortable between them

“Good night love ya too y/n” you hear them whisper back as your falling asleep making you hum. Although, needless to say you ended up getting sick the next morning and lets just say they said “i told you so”.

[kondo-hijikata]

Pairings: Established Kondo/Hijikata Rating: T Summary: Snow might melt, but promises are forever. [AO3] This is pure and utter fluff.

for @hidetheremote

.*Gone, the Precious Snow*.

Edo 1858

With his slender hand caught in the grasp of a much larger one, Hijikata’s panting breaths appeared in visible blotches as he trailed the pace of Kondo’s hurried footsteps leading him through steadily falling snow. Their trip home from Hino had started with drab scenery washed over in cool gray to match the ambiance—nature’s lifeless colors setting the perfect backdrop to overhead bare branches that painted jagged black lines across an ominous slate sky.

At some point however, these bleak surroundings began a transformation. One wayward snowflake from above turned to several, and those several to many, quickly sweeping ivory blankets over dirt paths that had shoes ill-equipped for such weather crunching and leaving trails soon to disappear. The more the accumulation, the faster their pace became, until it was no longer Hijikata walking at Kondo’s side, but barely keeping up behind as he was now.

Why the rush? Hijikata hadn’t needed to ask; he’d known all too well Kondo’s penchant for putting the comfort of those he harbored affection for above his own—which meant such haste, and the tightness of his grip, were entirely with Hijikata’s aversion to cold weather in mind.

Therefore, as everything whited out around them and the entire universe hushed to only the whisper of soft huffs escaping chapped lips, Hijikata found it all too easy for Kondo to once again become the prime focal point of his thoughts and attentions; he was a much fonder fixation than the chill, by all means, and being alone with him like this while traveling was as exciting as it was pleasing.

—even if the air was brisk and needling, uncomfortable and loathsome: all of which it certainly was. But that Kondo was there with Hijikata, that he could feel the clutch of his hand, made everything bearable.

Ever the mother hen Hijikata’s sister Nobu was, she’d lectured them both upon arriving to pay their new year visit; her grousing (for better or worse) had been more about their decidedly under-prepared state of dress for a trek home through the impending storm than how long Hijikata had let his hair grow since he’d moved out.

Once Kondo’s profuse apologies had fallen over immense eye-rolling at his side, they’d spent the rest of the afternoon and night in enjoyable Sato-Hijikata family company. The departure from Nobu’s porch came early this morning with hopes of keeping ahead of the weather to no avail, and despite bundling themselves in ample layers at her insistence, no hats meant locks of hair and broad shoulders were now prime locations for falling snow to find temporary solace on.

…and not to mention fingers, too, which suddenly entwined tighter when Hijikata shifted position of his palm against Kondo’s. He gently pulled back while his steps slowed to a halt.

“Ka—Kat-chan, wait.” The words were conspicuous—brought to life by riding softly out on the blossoms of exhalations that dissipated just as soon as they’d appeared.

There was no hesitation or protest in Kondo’s next movements, as large feet stopped their forward haul and pivoted to show naked concern in his honeyed eyes; they, along with the chill dusting blush about his cheeks, nose, and the tips of his ears inspired a different warmth to proliferate within Hijikata’s chest. “You all right?”

Dropping his chin with a solitary nod, Hijikata answered, “Mm.” There was a quick pause to catch his breath. “You didn’t notice though, did you?” The inward pull of Kondo’s brows inspired a twitch at Hijikata’s lips and he cocked his head to the right. “You oughta stop worrying about other people and look around every now and then, y’know.”

Blinking, Kondo lifted his face to the direction he’d been instructed—just to have both his expression and gaze soften with pleasant surprise. “Oh, the lake!”

Though its water had already long frozen over this winter, the falling snow gave the ice a silver sheen that would undoubtedly sparkle like glitter when the high noon sun could show itself again. For now, however, such glamor was fated to stay concealed, but that hadn’t meant there was no beauty to appreciate.

Hijikata assumed point now, taking Kondo (who’d begun to weakly object, as he had made certain promises to Nobu) over to the sharpened edge of a shore ever so soft in the summertime���and in doing so, he led them both back to the beginning of…everything.

Of spoken silly dreams and tender smiles and conversations that could last for hours… Of promises and confessions and nonsense words, of covertly intertwining fingers and drawing closer and the thrill of being so certain but also uncertain yet... Of the subsequent first kiss to end all first kisses and the first chapter of a story that would surely never end.

And here once more they stood on that same cusp, hand-in-hand with nothing in the world audible except for the dull pounding of a metronome in Hijikata’s ears: the sound of Kondo’s heartbeat.

Or maybe it was his own. Or maybe it didn’t even matter because it was the same difference at this point.

They observed the scenery for a short while, until Kondo looked over and his spine went stiff. “Toshi, your hair is all wet!” His fingers slipped away from Hijikata’s and he reached for his scarf, making quick work of undoing the knot and pulling it free. "We really should—”

“I wanna see this place at every time of the year with you.” The interjection came without Hijikata turning to him; he kept his gaze trained on the ice, feeling his features soften in the slightest and a burn hinting over his cheeks at such a direct statement. “...So I’ll never forget it,” Hijikata added softly.

At his side he heard Kondo huff. “Hey...” And after a few moments, a gentle push to his upper arm had Hijikata pivoting, still without making eye contact; maybe for the first time in his life, he found himself grateful for winter nipping at his cheeks to disguise the blush he felt. However, when the fabric of the scarf whooshed up and settled over his head, Hijikata’s chin quickly raised and his attention shot to the side before snapping back to Kondo, tying it in place.

“Eh?! You’ll be cold if—!” It was all Hijikata had managed against an unexpected onslaught of pure affection aimed his way. That gentle gaze was on him with the look Kondo reserved for him, alone—that soft smile, the half-lidded eyes, the hint of a nod to reassure him everything was okay: all the right things to make a man weak in the knees, and oh, did it.

Therefore, when Kondo reached forward, it was simple to justify how easily Hijikata stepped up to accept that embrace…to feel strong arms envelop him and hold him close.

“Toshi.” The rich baritone of Kondo’s voice rumbled from deep within his chest, despite how quietly his words came forth. “Let’s come back here next month, then.” He hugged a little tighter. “And the next.”

“Aa,” Hijikata murmured into a padded shoulder. His own rolled up slightly while nuzzling at Kondo’s coat, and he indulged himself in appreciating this closeness for several more moments before finally tilting his head back. Kondo followed suit, withdrawing only far enough so their gazes could meet and when they did, Hijikata’s mouth eased into a smile. “Snowing or not, ne.”

Kondo exhaled out of his nose and the following grin came with a tiny flash of teeth. “Snowing or not, Toshi-san.”

His features slackened with earnest then and Kondo leaned in slowly, until the space between trembling lips became none—while dainty veils of white continued a downward drift and the whole universe went monochrome. But Hijikata was oblivious to that, and anything else for that matter, for the only things of significance now were the taste of Kondo’s kiss and his all-encompassing warmth which seemed to say, “I’m here and I’m never leaving.”

~

Kyoto 1866

As the shoji turned an iridescent glow from the late morning sun, a fine brush swept tendrils of ink over parchment. Once it finished flitting to the pattern of his latest work, Hijikata lifted his hand to keep unsightly blotches from ruining the lettering and set the utensil aside.

He crossed his arms and sat back on his feet, a sudden intimation of contentment easing the harsh lines of his face while he reread the haiku beneath his breath.

Gone, the precious snow No longer to be found in the yard with the pine

While he admired the words, Hijikata could almost feel phantom arms wrapping around him, could nearly perceive soft breaths feathering along his sensitive skin and asking if he was proud of what he wrote this time.

His lashes fell and he nodded with self-satisfaction. “That was pretty good.”

The moment didn’t last though, with such thoughts going interrupted by the sound of heavy feet hitting the porch outside; at them, Hijikata quickly shut his poetry book and pivoted on his knees.

“Toshi!” Kondo’s voice rang out with excitement, barely muted by the door that revealed his shadow stuttering to a halt. “Toshi, you there?”

“Aa, c’mon in.”

Shoji went sailing along the tracks to reveal the beaming face of the one man Hijikata had promised his life to many, many years ago. Kondo grinned so widely that his eyes closed, and he lifted the wrapped package dangling from his right hand.

“Hey, I bought you somethin’ nice!”

Hijikata’s lips remained pressed together and he stared without answering for a short time, the blank look he wore contrasting how his pulse picked up at the sight of pure sunlight radiating into the room.

Indeed. Snow would melt, and the seasons would shift, and the world would continue to alter and blend its colors forever. Hijikata had been sure to lock the memories of such transient things within the depths of his heart so he would never forget: the days with stolen kisses and the entwining of fingers…the weight of Kondo’s hand on that snowy morning and the sensation of having him close and the feeling of realizing this was it.

But some things…

Kondo’s eyes opened and he raised the dango a little higher. “Mm?”

…some things would never change at all.

At last, Hijikata allowed a smile to bloom across his face, as he relaxed on his zabuton¹ and nodded Kondo inside. “Shut the door again, would you?”

¹ zabuton: A sitting cushion

Thank you for reading! This is a ridiculously late gift for hidetheremote. I’m so sorry it took forever and ever, but I hope you enjoyed this. <333 Thank you for being an amazing friend. ^_^

[royalrastafariannaynays]

Snow

a little davekat ficlet just cause i had a burst of inspiration! includes descriptions of an accident and hurt-comfort. enjoy!

----------

All four legs pound into the earth as you run, and leap, and dive, and roll in the banks of white. God, the shit is everywhere, and it’s so bright, and exciting. Your fur isn’t even damp, the layers bold and fluffy against the blank backdrop. Claws dig into the fluff, and you jump do dive into the biggest, freshest bank you can find.

You’re a wolf. A proud wolf. A wolf who definitely always has no fun and has an absolute reason for everything.

But for this? You don’t.

You burst from the snow, specks flying everywhere and hitting everything in the soundless pink of the morning. A crow caws nearby and you twist to bark at it, running for the tree and skidding along through the thick blanket covering the ground.

Oh, and it’s such bliss to run. To run, and to feel the ground under your feet. To feel the ground grip under the pads of your toes and shift as you dig in to change directions. To run through the blisteringly cold air, to feel as if ice is forming on your nose, to feel warm inside your winter coat, panting to let out some of that heat.

You have freedom as you wind through the trees, hearing the call of your pack. Freedom and a chorus of yowls as you join them, bursting into the group to tackle maybe one or two to the ground. They yip and cry out jubilantly as you tumble across their straight line, the leader of the hunting group giving you an exhausted snort before you get to your feet and manage to shake off the bits of ice that have clung to you.

“Karkat!” you hear, as the leader’s mouth opens. You tilt your head, ears perking forward, confused. One of your packmakes, Attila, licks your face. You shake him off, and turn back to the leader, who opens his mouth again.

“Karkat, wake up!”

Violently, you’re flung from the world of dreaming and into your own.

Dave is shaking you awake.

Next to you, your newfoundland, Attila, is nuzzling your chin. His nose is freezing. Ah, he must have been outside already.

Dave’s leaning over you on your shared bed, and when he leans in to give you a peck on the nose, you spit a raspberry at him. He’s wearing a coat and scarf. And… are there gloves in his hand?

“You’re not a child, Dave, you don’t need my permission to go outside,” you grumble at him. Attila sits up, a full three feet at the top of his head. For a second, you consider the notion of telling him to lay back down. But you did that at five this morning after letting him out the first time, because he was so warm.

It got really cold last night, and Dave was out with his brother at the emergency room. That was the hospital where you used to work, where you met him. He was there with his best friend, who was a surrogate giving birth to twins (willingly somehow, god knows why), and you were her main nurse in the maternity ward. At first you had thought he was the father.

Needless to say you were happy to be wrong.

Attila whines, bringing you back to the present.

Right, okay.

“It’s snowing, ‘kat! Snowing!” Dave says. And he’s… so goddamn excited.

No wonder you were dreaming of snow.

“And?” you ask.

Of course, the snow is making your legs hurt.

“Well I wanna build a snowman!” Dave says. Like it’s so obvious.

You stretch your arms, flexing your back, and pushing yourself to sitting.

“Okay, you absolute child,” you complain. But Dave is smiling a lot. It helps.

You know how eager he is every time he gets you to go outside. And he knows that you know. And he knows that you know that he gets really excited every time the sky decides to shit clumps of white, because he grew up in a state where snow wasn’t really a thing. At least where he was from, you gather.

The bed creaks as you throw your million layers of blankets off of your legs. Attila perks up, bounding off of the bed at his designated spot. He’ll be excited for the snow, too. Cold weather is kind of his favorite thing.

“How is Dirk?” you ask. Dave snorts as he comes around, making sure your chair is in the right position.

“He’s fine. Freaked out about nothing, you know him.”

“Yeah. John’s helping him with that hypochondriac business, right?” you ask, stretching your hands out, flexing them and making sure they’re awake. Falls aren’t really any fun. Your physical therapist, Porrim, is kind of the queen of making sure that you understand that. She’s allowed you to fall a few times when you were being too stubborn. It was mean, but it worked.

“Yeah he is,” Dave says. “I was iffy about them at first but it seems like a good thing.”

You grunt, and then turn your nubs toward the edge of the bed. Trans-tibial is what they call your amputations. Trans-tibial, BK (below knee), bilateral. Means you don’t have shit below the five inches of shin you still have.

It was actually an accident that fucked up your legs. A motorcycle accident. Well, not so much an accident as like… you were on the side of the road, fixing up your bike. And a truck hit you. It ran over both of your legs. It sucked.

Luckily they were able to save your knees.

Dave snaps his fingers in front of your face, and you blink drowsily before growling at him.

“Sleeping beauty need more sleep?” he asks, snark on his curled lip. And you scowl.

“I’m fine,” you mutter, and Attila comes over. Dave moves and in a few easy snaps, the harness is on. Good. The dog waits patiently, set in his helping mode, still and strong as can be, and you brace one hand on him, and the other on the bed, and lift yourself into your chair.

It took a good deal of struggle and abdominal workouts to handle it at first. And you used to need the dog a whole lot more. He still does things for you when you need it, like opening the fridge before you get to it, or supporting your weight from the couch to the chair and back. And so on. It’s very useful when you don’t have feet and you still need to get around.

Crawling is humiliating, even in your own home.

“Good boy,” you tell Attila, scratching his ears and handing him a treat from the small bag in your bedside table. He doesn’t always need them, but positive reinforcement never hurts.

You’re a really devoted dog parent. It’s ridiculous.

The harness can come off now, and Dave removes it with the same easy motions as before. He beams widely at you as you unlock the brakes on the chair, and moves to the side so that you can move to get some clothes on.

“I’ll get your coat for you!” Dave calls as he trots from the room.

“And a cup of coffee too, please!” you shout after him. “Dear.”

You can hear dave snort from the other room.

Attila opens the closet door for you on command, pulling on his rope to get it open. From the dresser by your side of the bed you grab a pair of snow pants that you tie off on the ends of the limbs. First goes on your compression socks, and then the pants. Then a nice woolen sweater over your sleep shirt, and a scarf from the inside of the closet door.

Each thing is checked off absently in your mind.

One day, you won’t have to tie off the ends of your pants.

Hopefully soon, you’ll get an approval from your insurance. And then you can get fitted for at least one prosthesis. Hopefully both. And hopefully it’ll be an easy fit.

“You ready yet?” Dave asks from behind you. You huff, and lean forward so that he can put your jacket around your arms. Even though you don’t need it, he still does this one thing for you. It’s chivalry, or something.

“Yeah. Coffee?” you ask, turning your chair around.

Dave hands you the cup, and leans down to give you a sweet kiss on the forehead.

While he’s down there, you use your free hand to pull him in for something better. He knows you don’t like being treated with quite so much care as he wants to, especially now. But he does. He treats you so kindly and gently, like you might break. You’ve talked to him about it, and he’s working on it.

You know it’s hard for him to forget when he was called in from the museum, to come and see his fiancee in a hospital bed, smashed and bloody and fresh from emergency surgery.

Dave makes a muffled noise into the kiss, and when you let him go, he has a huge blush on his cheeks.

“We had enough of that last night,” he says, and makes sure that the coffee is in both of your hands before wheeling you out of the room.

While you’re still drinking your warm beverage, Dave stuffs a blanket around your legs. This is something you’ve made him do before, when he insisted that you go out into this fucking cold right after waking you up. It’s approved. Dave drops your hat and gloves on your lap, though, and opens the door wide into the backyard.

Attila speeds out into the snow, frolicking and making merry before you can even put on your gloves.

He’ll maintain an alert for any noises from you, but he deserved to have fun.

“And you’ll be giving him a bath later, right?” you ask.

Dave actually laughs out loud at that. His eyes are tired, ringed with darkness from his late night out and lack of sleep. But he has a spark in them.

“While I’m napping, YOU can give him that bath,” he says. “Make sure to rinse the tub.”

And you nod. Fair trade.

“Well come on, steed,” you say, once your gloves and hat are donned, and your coffee is firmly back in your hands. “Push me into that wild yonder.”

Dave grins, and does just that. He pushes you down the ramp and into the frozen back yard.

He throws snowballs at both you and the dog, who tries to catch them fruitlessly even as they fall apart mid-air. You try to get him a few times, with little success. You get him to toss you into a snowbank, and you make a snow angel.

And then together, the two of you make a snowman. Dave does the bottom, while you get the head and pat it all together from your chair.

Just when your stumps start to feel a little too frosty, Dave turns to you. He’s smiling, obviously exhausted and out of energy. But he’s smiling so wide.

“What?” you ask him, rubbing ice from your eyelashes. Attila rolls around nearby. He’s in heaven.

Dave just bends over, and kisses you.

��I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

[221bshrlocked]

Sweater Weather

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1088

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

Anon asked “Could you do a Bucky X Reader smut based in sweater weather by the neighbourhood? I haven't listened to the song in ages and it just randomly came on shuffle, couldn't help but think of Bucky 💕. Love your work as always x”

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged here.

He never liked it. But for you, he’d do anything just to see that smile on your face. So here he was, camping on Malibu, enjoying the quietness and the fact that it was just the two of you.

He finished setting up the fire when he saw you were just getting out of the water. You ran to the blanket and he saw your lips, blue and plump. He immediately ran to you, trying to warm you up.

“Are you serious? Babe you’re freezing.” He brought you to the fire and sat you down on his lap, wrapping his arms around you. You were absolutely shivering.

“Cccan you ttttell I like swim-mming?” You stuttered and laughed, looking up at him and seeing he was not amused at all. You stopped laughing and nuzzled in his neck, knowing very well he would forget how angry he was at you when you did so.

All I am is a man I want the world in my hands I hate the beach But I stand In California with my toes in the sand Use the sleeves of my sweater Let's have an adventure Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered Touch my neck and I'll touch yours You in those little high-waisted shorts, oh

He got up and brought you your clothes, taking off his sweater and putting it on you. You sniffed it, loving how it smelled like him, like home. You put on your shorts and straddled him again. He refused to look at you but just put his arm around your waist, grabbing some marshmallows and putting them over the fire.

You sat like this for god knows how long, you trying to get his attention and him completely ignoring you, smiling every time you frown.

She knows what I think about And what I think about One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse Just us, you find out Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no

When he felt that your body finally warmed up, he raised a marshmallow to your mouth and laughed when you ate it instantly, afraid that he was just teasing you and would take it away.

“You still mad at me?” You asked, playing with the ends of his hair.

“Doll you gotta stop doin that. What if you got a cold shock response? The fuck am I supposed to do huh?” You felt his hand tighten around your waist.

“Sorry. It won’t happen again.” You apologized, biting your lips and knowing that you had him once his eyes landed on your lower one.

'Cause it's too cold For you here and now So let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

He dropped the marshmallows and grabbed your chin, raising your head and kissing your lips harshly. He was such a dramatic person but that’s what you loved about him. Your arms went around his neck, pulling you closer to him.

You tasted like salt and lavender. He groaned into the kiss when you moved your hips. Without hesitation, he grabbed your waist and hoisted you up, grabbing your shorts and pushing them down, placing you back on his thighs. He kissed you again, loving the effect he had on you everytime his metal arm would trail your legs.

And if I may just take your breath away I don't mind if there's not much to say Sometimes the silence guides our minds So move to a place so far away The goosebumps start to raise The minute that my left hand meets your waist And then I watch your face Put my finger on your tongue 'Cause you love to taste, yeah

Without any warning, he ripped the bottom of your bikini, making you simultaneously gasp and moan when his cock slowly entered you.

“Fffcuk Bucky we’re….shit in public-” He held you up and slammed back into you, smirking at the blush that made its way on your cheeks.

“Fuck doll you’re...uh so.fucking.tight.” He pronounced every word with a thrust, playing his metal fingers in your mouth so you don’t make any noise. He growled when you started sucking on them, making him slam into you harder.

These hearts adore Everyone the other beats hardest for Inside this place is warm Outside it starts to pour

You noticed people in the rest of the camping sight, turning you on even more.

“Does this excite you Y/N...knowing that we could get caught? You like this? Like me fucking you when anyone can see?” His eyes shot down to where you were joined, making him moan at sexy you look.

Coming down One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse Just us, you find out

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no

He took the sweater off of you, his mouth attaching immediately on your hardened buds, making you almost cry out.

“Shhh baby..we don’t want to give a show to anyone now do we?” He smiled when you huffed at him.

You were so close. Between the words he was whispering in your ears, the thought of someone catching you, and the way his cock twitched every time your walls clenched around him, you thought you were going to die.

But what got you over the edge was when his metal hand rubbed your clit furiously.  

'Cause it's too cold For you here and now So let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

“J-james I’m c-coming.” You came around his cock, your legs shaking at the intensity of your orgasm. Looking at you was all he needed to come, your eyes shut and your mouth wide open.

“Ffffcuk-” He came with a cry, spilling inside of you and pushing your body towards him, wanting to feel you every where.

It's too cold For you here and now Let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

After your breathes evened, he pulled out and grabbed the closest towel, cleaning the both of you. When he noticed you were shivering, he put his sweater back on you and pulled you to him. Kissing your forehead, he smiled when you hummed in return.

It's too cold, It's too cold The holes of my sweater…

You spent the rest of the night laughing at what you just did and hoping the headlines tomorrow wouldn’t be “Exclusive: Avengers Sex Tape.”

bucky tag list: @sanjariti @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @bellejeunefillesansmerci @vxodoo-dxll @debbielovesbucky @angryschnauzer @esmecxcarlisle @daringtodreamawake @liziihorta @phoenixcaputo @smazztastic @wsismyhero @thunderous-flower @gloriavox

permanent tag list: @meganlane84 @mizzzpink @bringmetheemobands @kimistry27 @fireandicewillsuffice @vacam79 @amrita31199 @badassbaker @feelmyroarrrr @aekr@sexy-sea-basss @isaxhorror @actual-bucky-barnes-trash @cassandras-musings @kimistry27 @mo320 @ssweet-empowerment @kapolisradomthoughts @queenmeplus1d @chameerah @purple-mango @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @bellejeunefillesansmerci @angryschnauzer @bladebarnes @huntermichelle @kristygeary @mrs-stan-barnes @jjlevin

[delightfulnerdinfluencer-blog]

Misunderstanding Chapter 5 A Mystic Messenger fanfic

A week later…

“Why does Philosophy have to be so boring!” Yoosung cried. The heel of his hands pressed into his eyes. “I was barely able to stay awake!”

Yeoja laughed at her friend as they walked. She was not going to remind him that he was the one that stayed up the night before playing LOLOL with Saeyoung and Saeran. The reason he gave that he was up so long was, he got beat pretty hard by the twins in the game, repeatedly. Thinking that one more match and he would beat them. She had heard all about it on the drive to school that morning. How they must have hacked the system or something. That there was no way they could be that good. She was also pretty sure she would hear all about it when she got home.

“Oh, what are you going to do now?” Yoosung sprung out of his whining fast to ask the question. As if he remembered something.

  “Um, going home. You have that three-hour lab. So, I was just going to leave like I normally do.”

“So, um, there is this new café that opened up near the school. After my lab wanna go? I heard that they have really good sweets!” He looked more like a puppy waiting for his treat. This made Yeoja laugh again, her hand came to cover her mouth.

“Were you not the person the other day complaining that they had no money? Now you want to take your best friend’s girl out to a café?” This made Yoosung laugh as well.

“You’re my best friend too! Well, you’re more like my older sister.” A faint blush dusted his cheeks, “My mom sent me a little extra money to take ‘that someone special’ out… well since I still don’t have a girlfriend. You’re the next best thing!”

“I’m honored to be a surrogate ‘special someone’. Yeah, I’ll hang around school until you get out.” Yeoja wrapped her arms around one of Yoosung’s and nuzzled her cheek into his shoulder. “Who knows your special someone might be around the corner!”

As they rounded the corner to an empty hall Yoosung’s shoulders sunk. Yeoja nuzzled his shoulder again trying to make him feel a bit better.

“Sometimes I wonder how much of Saeyoung rubbed off on you.”

“Well… I would go into detail, but good little boys should hear about the birds and the bees from their parents.” Yeoja stood upright and act as much of a teacher as she could while holding back laughing at her beet red friend beside her.

They reached his next classroom and parted ways. He promised that he would text her as soon as he got out. Yeoja smiled before turning to walk outside.

It was warm. The sun was bright in the sky, even though it still hung low in the midday. Yeoja hummed as she made her way to the smoking pit on school grounds. Even though she had stopped smoking completely the day she found out she was pregnant. It was still the most peaceful place in school. She did not want to waste the warm day by being inside the library.

The trees had started to bud with new life. Birds singing the triumphant return of the warm weather to come. The was a light cool breeze but it felt amazing from the bitter cold that was there a few days prior. Nothing remained of the snow storm that had just happened. The snow had melted and in its wake, was left muddy patches on the ground. As if it was all just a dream. Yeoja pulled out her phone to send a text. From: Yeoja To: Saeyoung     Hey going to stay late. Yoosung and I are going to this new café down the road from the school after his last class. I will see you later than normal. With that she sent it. It was most likely Saeyoung was still sleeping. The beep of getting a text message told her otherwise. From Saeyoung To Yeoja     Oh, so you’re leaving me for someone even younger! Fine! T0T She could see the overdramatic flair this man was doing as she read the text. An arm over his eyes as he sunk to the ground. His voice loud as faked tears rolled down his face. As he reached the ground he would place his head down. With a fisted hand, he would beat the ground below at the indignity of his cruel fate. Wailing loudly as he cursed the cat gods above. From Yeoja To Saeyoung     Can I make it up to you by bringing you something from there? ^^;; The respond was quick. From Saeyoung To Yeoja         Yes ❤

She giggled as she put away her phone and walked.

The smoking pit was like a small park. It had benches along the wall of the adjacent building. Trash cans that doubled as ash trays in-between them. The small grassy area that in closed the bricked ground was squishy but the buds of flowers were starting to peek through the pine needles. There were two paths leading to the area and out to the two closest buildings. Thankfully no one was there. Knowing that if someone was there she would not have been able to stay. She loved this little area. It was far off from the campus route that unless you were a smoker, no one had a reason to come.

She had picked up smoking in her first year of college. Her dead-end job barely paid her enough to eat and live off of. It was not like her parents could send her money every month to help her out. They barely made enough to live their self, she could not have asked them to send her help. Yeoja was on her own when she moved and she knew it. Picking up the habit after she learned that it kept hunger away, and it worked. For the last few years before meeting the RFA she lived off instant noodles and cigarettes. She tried not to smoke around her new friends, feeling shame that she let them down. Zen was the first to find out. Even though he did not approve he promised he would help her. Like a good big brother would, in his words. When Saeyoung found out, she felt as if her relationship with him was about to end. It was her biggest secret she kept from him. Saeyoung hated that she smoked and she promised that she would quit. she was almost there when she found out. Giving her last unopen pack to Zen. Promising that she would never go back.

Yeoja found a spot in the sun and sat down. The rays warmed her after being stuck in a cold classroom for the last hour and a half. It took her a moment of enjoying the day before she dug out a textbook. Flipping through the pages to find where they were. A voice stopped her.

“You done or do I need to give you another minute?” This made Yeoja look up to who spoke. Knowing who it was before she saw the figure standing at the entrance of the pit. It was her advisor, Dr. Park. A tall, thin woman in her mid-fifties. Dr. Park wore a bright purple shirt and jeans with a light jacket. Her wild salt and pepper hair pulled back in a hair band to keep the untamed curls out of her face.

“No, actually I quit. I still like it here though.” This statement made her advisor’s eyes go wide with delight. The older woman cheered as Yeoja stood and walked to her. Pulling Yeoja in a big hug.

“I knew you could do it!” No one outside of her parents and the RFA knew she was pregnant. She knew the risk of miscarriage at her age. So, she had not planned to tell anyone until she was further along. “So, then, what may I ask are you doing right now? Do you have a minute? I have someone you have to meet.”

“I got a few hours until Yoosung gets out of his class.” Yeoja went back to get her things.

“Good, good.” Dr. Park nodded. “Come with me. Remember we were talking about who would be on your advisory committee? I know we have a few years to worry about your doctoral advisory committee, but I was talking about you to a friend of mine. She said that she would be interested in helping with your Master’s Thesis. I hope you don’t mind I did use your married name when telling her about you.”

“No, you’re good. It’s not but two weeks away now so I got to get used to it at some time. Besides, our friends already do.” Yeoja said adjusting her bookbag as they walked.

“Now, I will tell you a little about her. Her major was law but she also majored in psychology in her undergrad. She was a lawyer for a few years and a good one at that. She actually has daughters your age.” Dr. Park rambled on. Yeoja was just excited to start forming the idea of her master’s thesis. She had ideas passing through her head. Her steps were near skips as they walked to the social sciences hall. If she had access to a former lawyer, then she could cover some legal aspects that might come up in her project. “I have been meaning to ask, Yeoja. Was that Zen in your video project?”

Yeoja stopped a few feet ahead of Dr. Park and looked back at the woman. “Oh, you know Zen?” the question was met with a look as if Yeoja should have known the answer. “Yeah, that was Zen. He’s one of my best friends. Sorry I keep forgetting that he’s kinda well known.”

This got a laugh out of the older woman as she walked up to stand with Yeoja. It was easy to forget who some of her friends were. When they were together they weren’t a director of one of the largest companies in the country, an actor, an assistant, hackers, or gaming addict. They were all normal people inside the chat and when they met in person. They had their flaws and their strengths. Joking and sharing stories about what they were doing at the time. Yeoja kept most of her RFA life apart from her school life. None of her school friends knew about knew who she hung out with the outside of school, aside from Yoosung. On the other hand, everyone in the RFA knew everything about her school life. She trusted them more than anyone else in her life. They were just normal people who she loved. They were her family.

Yeoja pulled out her phone and started to flip through her pictures to find the most recent selfie of her and Zen together. He had helped her with the project since Saeran and Saeyoung were busy with work and she did not want to bother them. He was more than happy to help; writing out most of the script they used since she had no idea know to make the mock session last for over ten minutes. Even pulling most likely the best performances of his career for a school project.

“I’m a big fan of his!” This was a squeal of a fangirl and not a professor of psychology.

“I’ll tell him you were happy with his performance.” Yeoja beamed, then showed the selfie of herself and Zen to her teacher. The way her teacher went on about his acting, Yeoja was not going to bring up that she has been in his house. Or that the hoodie she was wearing was originally his.

Starting back on their trip to the hall, Yeoja had to tell Dr. Park how they met. Or what she had told people about why she went missing for two weeks. Lying that she needed a few days off for her “mental health” that lead to her having a family emergency. So, she had to leave for a bit to take care of her family. In this time, she had met Zen, Jumin, the Choi twins, Jaehee. Yoosung was the easiest to lie about since they attended the same school. As it turned out having a class together before they met. She had never noticed him. The others were harder to tell how they met. In time, she came up with a believable enough story. That through Yoosung she met the rest. The Choi’s are his best friend. While Zen and Jumin were close personal friends of his family. Since Jaehee worked for Jumin, she was a tag along. For some reason, this story worked. Then again how they really met might have sounded more of a lie than the story she told.

“I guess I can’t be surprised anymore with who you know. I mean if Mr. Han is personally funding your education then I guess it’s easy to think that you would know an actor or two.” Dr. Park stated as they walked up the granite stairs to the red brick building with white letters the name of the person who gave to most money to the school for the building.

Jumin somehow found out about her lack of money and school funding. Even though Saeyoung played innocent she was sure it was him. Unlike Yoosung who had a scholarship that paid more than enough to go to school, get his books, and live off of. Yeoja had to take massive student loans out. Jumin offered her a deal when she came back from her trip to get Saeran. Keep her grades up and he would pay off the loans she already had and pay for the rest of her schooling as long as she needed. Even paying her a little each month to live on, saying that was her payment for the work she did within the RFA.

Entering the building they were greeting by two boards up for college updates and another one for student news that students posted their self at the entrance. To the right side was the student lounge complete with vending machines, a couch, TV, and a couple of tables. To the left were the stairs and elevator. The halls were deserted. With the muffled sounds of the various lectors going on behind the closed doors. Everything from Psychology to History was housed in here.

The pair took the stairs. The bright blue and a gold that glittered in the sun of the school’s colors welcomed them. The click of heels and shuffle of sneakers echoed off the walls as they made the hike up the next two floors. They went in silence only letting their footsteps speak for them. Bright sunlight poured in through the windows, warming the stairwell. When they reached the floor, the two made a sharp turn into a back hallway where the professor’s offices were hidden. As they passed an open door a deep male voice rang out.

“Dr. Park got Yeoja for smoking again!” He teased. They stopped and Yeoja walked back to his door and looked inside. A large smile beamed from him. “Such a bad student you are, Yeoja. I mean really” sarcasm dripped from each word he spoke.

Yeoja grabbed her heart and acted as if she was wounded, “Oh, yes, I am truly the worst of them all.”

With a shared laugh, she waved at the teacher and started back with Dr. Park. The rest of the way was short. They stopped at a door with Dr. Park’s name on it. The older woman opened the door and let Yeoja enter first.

“I would like you to meet my friend, Chaeha Chon.” Yeoja stopped as the second older woman stood. 

“You’re the Prime Minister’s wife!” Yeoja gasped then quickly bowed to the woman. Her heart thundered in her chest. She was the one that said she would help? No way she could be this lucky. This had to be a crazy dream. No one was this lucky.

Chaeha was about Yeoja’s height at 5’4”. Short cropped black hair framed the older woman’s thin face. She looked as if she had just stepped off of a runway. Dressed in a white pantsuit with a black blouse underneath. Nothing out of place. There was no stray hair or piece of lint on this woman.

“Nice to see you again Mrs. Choi.” Chaeha smiled to the young woman extending a hand to her. Yeoja took a step in a jerking movement to take Chaeha’s hand.

“Oh? You two have met?” Dr. Park looked between the two, puzzled.

“Yes, briefly, when I went to lunch with Chairman Han. She was there with Mr. Han.” Chaeha gave a thin smile to her friend, as she sat back down. The older woman then turned her attention to the younger woman in front of her. Deep chocolate eyes studied the student before her.

“Yeah, I had to talk to him about my grades.” The words had come out quick as Yeoja lied. Praying that Chaeha would not say anything about the RFA. How would she explain that to her teacher?

The two older women talked about little things in hopes to make Yeoja feel more comfortable. In time, Yeoja began to enter the conversation. Stuttering her words at first then becoming more comfortable in her speech. Still, every time Chaeha’s gaze went to her, Yeoja had to look away. Finding many of the little figures and posters that lined the walls of the room very interesting. There was something in her stare that made her feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was just her nerves acting up on her. This woman had been a politician’s wife for many years. She was powerful. Having to hold her own for many years. Maybe this is what made her feel unease towards the woman. This could have been seen nothing more as a job interview.

“So, next semester you will be working for your master’s degree?” Chaeha questioned. Sitting forward in her chair. Elbows coming to rest on her knees. Yeoja shifted again under the watch of the older woman.

“Um, Yeah,” Yeoja mumbled. Taking a deep breath to calm herself. She had to make sure the next words she spoke came in clear. “I mean I am taking next semester off. I will be back in January.” She went to stand straight. Even if she was feeling flustered at that moment, she could not show it.

Another thin smile came to the prime minister’s wife as she sat back in her chair. “Do you have an idea about what you want to do? With your project that is?”

“I had an outline but now that I know you’re willing to help me then I might need to change it. Maybe something with political implications. Still in Psychology that is.” The more Yeoja spoke the more comfortable she felt. Becoming braver with each word that came from her mouth. “My interest is in art therapy, but I do not think my paper has to just focus just in that. Maybe the psychological and political impact of single mothers or something in the family.”

Chaeha laugh ranged loudly, “I see what you meant by this girl will try and change the world.”

Yeoja rocked back on her heels, a large grin on her lips. She was happy with how the prime minister’s wife reacted to her. It seemed as if Dr. Park was happy as well.

“Well, we are about to go eat. You should join us, I’ll pay.” Yeoja looked at her advisor when she clapped her hands. “I mean I might be bragging here to try and get more funding. But Yeoja is one of my best students.”

“I’m sorry.” Yeoja joked back. Then looking at her phone. It had only been 20 minutes since she left Yoosung. She still had time and no college student in their right mind would ever pass up free food. Free food and the chance to pick the brain of a former lawyer. “I have a little time. Yoosung won’t get out for like another two hours.”

A cat like grin went over Chaeha’s lips. “Oh, Yoosung is your husband, right?”

“He’s like my little brother. My husband’s name is Saeyoung, Saeyoung Choi.” Yeoja laughed at what Yoosung would have looked like being called her husband. How the blonde’s face would have red. Stumbling over each word as he tried to clear his name. The genius redhead would blow a circuit laughing at his friend.

“Does your husband know you hang around other men?” Chaeha teased.

“I would hope so since Yoosung is like family to him as well. My other guy friends, we also count as our family. One big dysfunctional family.” This was true. They were their family. “Oh, I need to go to my car to drop off my stuff. I’ll be back.”

Before Yeoja reached the door, Dr. Park caught her, “No, I can drive you there.”

“But, um…” Her voice trailed off as she looked at Chaeha.

“Are you worried about what she’ll think of you if she sees your car? Sweetie, we both were college students. We know it’s almost mandatory to drive a shitty car.” *_*_* Saeyoung typed away, only to pull away for a chip or a drink. He was reviewing the logs that he had hacked from his father. Call log, internet searches, documents, anything that would give Saeyoung an idea about what the Prime Minister was doing. In the week since the meeting, he had done this every day. Still, the man did nothing to even look for the Choi’s. Saeyoung had wracked his brain in ways that he could think of that Chon might try. Nothing. He had not tried to contact either of the twins. He was keeping his word. Hell, the man did not even look up porn on any of his devices.

Placing his head in his hands Saeyoung let out an annoyed groan. As he looked back at the computer screen he noticed something for the next day. He would be talking to a group of new hires. Maybe doing a bit of recon would give him more data.

“Hey,” Saeyoung waited until he heard Saeran grunt to let him know to start speaking again, “So how would you feel if I said I was going to be a new hire under the prime minister?”

“I would say that you’re fucking stupid. Did you get that earpiece fixed?” Saeran was getting just as frustrated with dealing with the Prime Minister as Saeyoung was. Unlike Saeyoung, Saeran could drop the subject and move on with life. If he was leaving them alone then he would do the same thing. Saeyoung just could not leave it alone. Within the past couple of days checking his location on his cell. Checking every day what the man did. Saeran knew his brother’s reason, to keep everyone safe.

“I fixed it so you can hear me.” Saeyoung turned in his chair to face his younger brother. He turned back to the screen and began to hack the server again to put his information down.

Name: Luciel Choi Age: 23 Gender:

Saeyoung stopped as he thought about the last question. He could go as a woman. Luciel could be a woman’s name or a man’s name. That’s was one of the reasoning he liked it.

“Yeoja doesn’t like it when you dress as a woman.” Saeran’s voice in his ear made him jump.

As if on cue the computer beeped to let them know that she had entered the gate. It was a short time later that she walked in the door. The hackers greeted her as she entered the kitchen.

“Babe, so dress or suit?” Saeyoung purred in Yeoja’s ear.

“If you do not get away now I will throw up on you. You reek.” An arm braced her on the counter while the other was around her middle. Saeyoung stepped behind his brother. “If we are talking about the wedding then suit. Any other time I don’t care. If that’s all I’m going to bed.”

“Saeran said that you didn’t like it when I wore a dress.”

“I don’t like you having nicer legs than me. There is a big difference.” She said as she left the room.

Saeran looked at Saeyoung as they went back to the computer room, “I thought it was called morning sickness because it only happened in the morning.”

That earned a laugh from Yeoja from down the hallway, “It’s the biggest lie ever. Morning sickness will hit whenever it damn well pleases.” She shouted.

Saeyoung went back to the file.

Gender:

It was still blank. He only had his female wigs in red. If he wore a skirt and button down he would be a mirror image of the legal twin. With a sigh, he put that he was male. Then filled out the rest. Brown hair and eyes. Saeyoung groaned at the idea of another day with contacts in. The wig was bearable, enjoyable sometimes. For some reason his eyes hated contacts. With a few more details he placed his file with the rest of the new hires.

Saeyoung went to check on Yeoja. Entering the room the lava lamp gave a low glow that let the glow in the dark stars still work. Yeoja was in the middle of the bed with the blankets wrapped around her.

“Change or you’re not getting near me.” This earned a chuckle from the hacker. He complied with her demand before slipping in behind her under the blankets. He loved how she fit just right in his arms and against his body.

“My poor baby. What’s wrong.” He kissed the back of her head.

“Your children do not like me eating. Also, they must have been cold because they lit my heart up. I have some epic heartburn.” Saeyoung quickly rolled over and grabbed his phone. She just shook her head as the messenger beeped. It took her a moment before she reached her phone to find out what her favorite hacker was giggling like a school girl about. Saeyoung: I

Saeyoung: have

Saeyoung: breaking

Saeyoung: news

Saeyoung: ((((DRUMROLL))

Zen: Quit spamming!!

Saeyoung: We

Saeyoung: are

Saeyoung: having

Saeyoung: girls

Saeyoung: !!!!!!!!!!

Saeyoung then flooded the chat with his love emoji.

Yeoja has entered the chat

Zen: I said quit it damn it

Zen: Do you know what he is talking about?

Yeoja: Yeah, I just told him I had heartburn and he got on here.

Zen: Saeyoung I don’t think that’s how it works!

Saeyoung posted a picture of the last ultrasound.

Saeyoung: Aren’t my girls beautiful?

Saeyoung: I would like to introduce the RFA to my girls

Saeyoung: Porsche and Elizabeth

Zen: No!!

Yeoja: Not Porsche

Yeoja: Elizabeth is fine though

Saeyoung: Their first language they’re going to learn is binary

Zen: No!

Yeoja: Hell no!

Jaehee has entered the chat

Zen: As those two godfather I will not stand for you to do that to them

Zen: They will learn Korean first

Jaehee: Since when did you become their Godfather, Zen?

Zen: … well

Zen: I was never asked…

Zen: But I am!

Yeoja: Well, I was going to ask all of the RFA to be the Godparents to them. So he isn’t wrong.

Saeyoung: My pretty girls!!

Saeyoung: Curly red hair and gold eyes!

Jaehee: Saeyoung you can not tell the sex of your children by just her having heartburn.

Saeyoung: I read it online…

Yeoja has left the chat.

Zen: Is she okay?

Saeyoung looked over to see Yeoja putting away her phone quickly as she dashed out the room.

Saeyoung: She’s sick I should go take care of my girls!!

Saeyoung posted another picture of the ultrasound.

Saeyoung has left the chat It was a while before she returned. Just as she entered Yeoja turned around and ran back into the bathroom. He rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with his arm. Saeyoung wished there was more he could do for her. Yeoja did not like the ginger tea he’d made to help and threw up the ginger ale. It was times like these he hated. There was nothing he could do to help. After the third attempt, Yeoja made it back to bed.

“Hey lay on your back.” She did as he asked.

Saeyoung moved to be close to her side. Then began to rub around the bump higher to her stomach then back to circle around the bump again. He pressed a kiss to her forehead as his hand made another go around her torso.

“I’m sorry baby.” Yeoja shook her head as he peppered the side of head and neck with kisses.

“No, thank you, I’m starting to feel better.” Saeyoung smiled as he kissed her hair.

“I’ll make it all better.”

[delightfulnerdinfluencer-blog]

Misunderstanding Chapter 4 A Mystic Messenger Fanfic

A week later…

“Why does Philosophy have to be so boring!” Yoosung cried. The heel of his hands pressed into his eyes. “I was barely able to stay awake!”

Yeoja laughed at her friend as they walked. She was not going to remind him that he was the one that stayed up the night before playing LOLOL with Saeyoung and Saeran. The reason he gave that he was up so long was, he got beat pretty hard by the twins in the game, repeatedly. Thinking that one more match and he would beat them. She had heard all about it on the drive to school that morning. How they must have hacked the system or something. That there was no way they could be that good. She was also pretty sure she would hear all about it when she got home.

“Oh, what are you going to do now?” Yoosung sprung out of his whining fast to ask the question. As if he remembered something.

  “Um, going home. You have that three-hour lab. So, I was just going to leave like I normally do.”

“So, um, there is this new café that opened up near the school. After my lab wanna go? I heard that they have really good sweets!” He looked more like a puppy waiting for his treat. This made Yeoja laugh again, her hand came to cover her mouth.

“Were you not the person the other day complaining that they had no money? Now you want to take your best friend’s girl out to a café?” This made Yoosung laugh as well.

“You’re my best friend too! Well, you’re more like my older sister.” A faint blush dusted his cheeks, “My mom sent me a little extra money to take ‘that someone special’ out… well since I still don’t have a girlfriend. You’re the next best thing!”

“I’m honored to be a surrogate ‘special someone’. Yeah, I’ll hang around school until you get out.” Yeoja wrapped her arms around one of Yoosung’s and nuzzled her cheek into his shoulder. “Who knows your special someone might be around the corner!”

As they rounded the corner to an empty hall Yoosung’s shoulders sunk. Yeoja nuzzled his shoulder again trying to make him feel a bit better.

“Sometimes I wonder how much of Saeyoung rubbed off on you.”

“Well… I would go into detail, but good little boys should hear about the birds and the bees from their parents.” Yeoja stood upright and act as much of a teacher as she could while holding back laughing at her beet red friend beside her.

They reached his next classroom and parted ways. He promised that he would text her as soon as he got out. Yeoja smiled before turning to walk outside.

It was warm. The sun was bright in the sky, even though it still hung low in the midday. Yeoja hummed as she made her way to the smoking pit on school grounds. Even though she had stopped smoking completely the day she found out she was pregnant. It was still the most peaceful place in school. She did not want to waste the warm day by being inside the library.

The trees had started to bud with new life. Birds singing the triumphant return of the warm weather to come. The was a light cool breeze but it felt amazing from the bitter cold that was there a few days prior. Nothing remained of the snow storm that had just happened. The snow had melted and in its wake, was left muddy patches on the ground. As if it was all just a dream. Yeoja pulled out her phone to send a text. From: Yeoja To: Saeyoung     Hey going to stay late. Yoosung and I are going to this new café down the road from the school after his last class. I will see you later than normal. With that she sent it. It was most likely Saeyoung was still sleeping. The beep of getting a text message told her otherwise. From Saeyoung To Yeoja     Oh, so you’re leaving me for someone even younger! Fine! T0T She could see the overdramatic flair this man was doing as she read the text. An arm over his eyes as he sunk to the ground. His voice loud as faked tears rolled down his face. As he reached the ground he would place his head down. With a fisted hand, he would beat the ground below at the indignity of his cruel fate. Wailing loudly as he cursed the cat gods above. From Yeoja To Saeyoung     Can I make it up to you by bringing you something from there? ^^;; The respond was quick. From Saeyoung To Yeoja         Yes ❤

She giggled as she put away her phone and walked.

The smoking pit was like a small park. It had benches along the wall of the adjacent building. Trash cans that doubled as ash trays in-between them. The small grassy area that in closed the bricked ground was squishy but the buds of flowers were starting to peek through the pine needles. There were two paths leading to the area and out to the two closest buildings. Thankfully no one was there. Knowing that if someone was there she would not have been able to stay. She loved this little area. It was far off from the campus route that unless you were a smoker, no one had a reason to come.

She had picked up smoking in her first year of college. Her dead-end job barely paid her enough to eat and live off of. It was not like her parents could send her money every month to help her out. They barely made enough to live their self, she could not have asked them to send her help. Yeoja was on her own when she moved and she knew it. Picking up the habit after she learned that it kept hunger away, and it worked. For the last few years before meeting the RFA she lived off instant noodles and cigarettes. She tried not to smoke around her new friends, feeling shame that she let them down. Zen was the first to find out. Even though he did not approve he promised he would help her. Like a good big brother would, in his words. When Saeyoung found out, she felt as if her relationship with him was about to end. It was her biggest secret she kept from him. Saeyoung hated that she smoked and she promised that she would quit. she was almost there when she found out. Giving her last unopen pack to Zen. Promising that she would never go back.

Yeoja found a spot in the sun and sat down. The rays warmed her after being stuck in a cold classroom for the last hour and a half. It took her a moment of enjoying the day before she dug out a textbook. Flipping through the pages to find where they were. A voice stopped her.

“You done or do I need to give you another minute?” This made Yeoja look up to who spoke. Knowing who it was before she saw the figure standing at the entrance of the pit. It was her advisor, Dr. Park. A tall, thin woman in her mid-fifties. Dr. Park wore a bright purple shirt and jeans with a light jacket. Her wild salt and pepper hair pulled back in a hair band to keep the untamed curls out of her face.

“No, actually I quit. I still like it here though.” This statement made her advisor’s eyes go wide with delight. The older woman cheered as Yeoja stood and walked to her. Pulling Yeoja in a big hug.

“I knew you could do it!” No one outside of her parents and the RFA knew she was pregnant. She knew the risk of miscarriage at her age. So, she had not planned to tell anyone until she was further along. “So, then, what may I ask are you doing right now? Do you have a minute? I have someone you have to meet.”

“I got a few hours until Yoosung gets out of his class.” Yeoja went back to get her things.

“Good, good.” Dr. Park nodded. “Come with me. Remember we were talking about who would be on your advisory committee? I know we have a few years to worry about your doctoral advisory committee, but I was talking about you to a friend of mine. She said that she would be interested in helping with your Master’s Thesis. I hope you don’t mind I did use your married name when telling her about you.”

“No, you’re good. It’s not but two weeks away now so I got to get used to it at some time. Besides, our friends already do.” Yeoja said adjusting her bookbag as they walked.

“Now, I will tell you a little about her. Her major was law but she also majored in psychology in her undergrad. She was a lawyer for a few years and a good one at that. She actually has daughters your age.” Dr. Park rambled on. Yeoja was just excited to start forming the idea of her master’s thesis. She had ideas passing through her head. Her steps were near skips as they walked to the social sciences hall. If she had access to a former lawyer, then she could cover some legal aspects that might come up in her project. “I have been meaning to ask, Yeoja. Was that Zen in your video project?”

Yeoja stopped a few feet ahead of Dr. Park and looked back at the woman. “Oh, you know Zen?” the question was met with a look as if Yeoja should have known the answer. “Yeah, that was Zen. He’s one of my best friends. Sorry I keep forgetting that he’s kinda well known.”

This got a laugh out of the older woman as she walked up to stand with Yeoja. It was easy to forget who some of her friends were. When they were together they weren’t a director of one of the largest companies in the country, an actor, an assistant, hackers, or gaming addict. They were all normal people inside the chat and when they met in person. They had their flaws and their strengths. Joking and sharing stories about what they were doing at the time. Yeoja kept most of her RFA life apart from her school life. None of her school friends knew about knew who she hung out with the outside of school, aside from Yoosung. On the other hand, everyone in the RFA knew everything about her school life. She trusted them more than anyone else in her life. They were just normal people who she loved. They were her family.

Yeoja pulled out her phone and started to flip through her pictures to find the most recent selfie of her and Zen together. He had helped her with the project since Saeran and Saeyoung were busy with work and she did not want to bother them. He was more than happy to help; writing out most of the script they used since she had no idea know to make the mock session last for over ten minutes. Even pulling most likely the best performances of his career for a school project.

“I’m a big fan of his!” This was a squeal of a fangirl and not a professor of psychology.

“I’ll tell him you were happy with his performance.” Yeoja beamed, then showed the selfie of herself and Zen to her teacher. The way her teacher went on about his acting, Yeoja was not going to bring up that she has been in his house. Or that the hoodie she was wearing was originally his.

Starting back on their trip to the hall, Yeoja had to tell Dr. Park how they met. Or what she had told people about why she went missing for two weeks. Lying that she needed a few days off for her “mental health” that lead to her having a family emergency. So, she had to leave for a bit to take care of her family. In this time, she had met Zen, Jumin, the Choi twins, Jaehee. Yoosung was the easiest to lie about since they attended the same school. As it turned out having a class together before they met. She had never noticed him. The others were harder to tell how they met. In time, she came up with a believable enough story. That through Yoosung she met the rest. The Choi’s are his best friend. While Zen and Jumin were close personal friends of his family. Since Jaehee worked for Jumin, she was a tag along. For some reason, this story worked. Then again how they really met might have sounded more of a lie than the story she told.

“I guess I can’t be surprised anymore with who you know. I mean if Mr. Han is personally funding your education then I guess it’s easy to think that you would know an actor or two.” Dr. Park stated as they walked up the granite stairs to the red brick building with white letters the name of the person who gave to most money to the school for the building.

Jumin somehow found out about her lack of money and school funding. Even though Saeyoung played innocent she was sure it was him. Unlike Yoosung who had a scholarship that paid more than enough to go to school, get his books, and live off of. Yeoja had to take massive student loans out. Jumin offered her a deal when she came back from her trip to get Saeran. Keep her grades up and he would pay off the loans she already had and pay for the rest of her schooling as long as she needed. Even paying her a little each month to live on, saying that was her payment for the work she did within the RFA.

Entering the building they were greeting by two boards up for college updates and another one for student news that students posted their self at the entrance. To the right side was the student lounge complete with vending machines, a couch, TV, and a couple of tables. To the left were the stairs and elevator. The halls were deserted. With the muffled sounds of the various lectors going on behind the closed doors. Everything from Psychology to History was housed in here.

The pair took the stairs. The bright blue and a gold that glittered in the sun of the school’s colors welcomed them. The click of heels and shuffle of sneakers echoed off the walls as they made the hike up the next two floors. They went in silence only letting their footsteps speak for them. Bright sunlight poured in through the windows, warming the stairwell. When they reached the floor, the two made a sharp turn into a back hallway where the professor’s offices were hidden. As they passed an open door a deep male voice rang out.

“Dr. Park got Yeoja for smoking again!” He teased. They stopped and Yeoja walked back to his door and looked inside. A large smile beamed from him. “Such a bad student you are, Yeoja. I mean really” sarcasm dripped from each word he spoke.

Yeoja grabbed her heart and acted as if she was wounded, “Oh, yes, I am truly the worst of them all.”

With a shared laugh, she waved at the teacher and started back with Dr. Park. The rest of the way was short. They stopped at a door with Dr. Park’s name on it. The older woman opened the door and let Yeoja enter first.

“I would like you to meet my friend, Chaeha Chon.” Yeoja stopped as the second older woman stood. 

“You’re the Prime Minister’s wife!” Yeoja gasped then quickly bowed to the woman. Her heart thundered in her chest. She was the one that said she would help? No way she could be this lucky. This had to be a crazy dream. No one was this lucky.

Chaeha was about Yeoja’s height at 5’4”. Short cropped black hair framed the older woman’s thin face. She looked as if she had just stepped off of a runway. Dressed in a white pantsuit with a black blouse underneath. Nothing out of place. There was no stray hair or piece of lint on this woman.

“Nice to see you again Mrs. Choi.” Chaeha smiled to the young woman extending a hand to her. Yeoja took a step in a jerking movement to take Chaeha’s hand.

“Oh? You two have met?” Dr. Park looked between the two, puzzled.

“Yes, briefly, when I went to lunch with Chairman Han. She was there with Mr. Han.” Chaeha gave a thin smile to her friend, as she sat back down. The older woman then turned her attention to the younger woman in front of her. Deep chocolate eyes studied the student before her.

“Yeah, I had to talk to him about my grades.” The words had come out quick as Yeoja lied. Praying that Chaeha would not say anything about the RFA. How would she explain that to her teacher?

The two older women talked about little things in hopes to make Yeoja feel more comfortable. In time, Yeoja began to enter the conversation. Stuttering her words at first then becoming more comfortable in her speech. Still, every time Chaeha’s gaze went to her, Yeoja had to look away. Finding many of the little figures and posters that lined the walls of the room very interesting. There was something in her stare that made her feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was just her nerves acting up on her. This woman had been a politician’s wife for many years. She was powerful. Having to hold her own for many years. Maybe this is what made her feel unease towards the woman. This could have been seen nothing more as a job interview.

“So, next semester you will be working for your master’s degree?” Chaeha questioned. Sitting forward in her chair. Elbows coming to rest on her knees. Yeoja shifted again under the watch of the older woman.

“Um, Yeah,” Yeoja mumbled. Taking a deep breath to calm herself. She had to make sure the next words she spoke came in clear. “I mean I am taking next semester off. I will be back in January.” She went to stand straight. Even if she was feeling flustered at that moment, she could not show it.

Another thin smile came to the prime minister’s wife as she sat back in her chair. “Do you have an idea about what you want to do? With your project that is?”

“I had an outline but now that I know you’re willing to help me then I might need to change it. Maybe something with political implications. Still in Psychology that is.” The more Yeoja spoke the more comfortable she felt. Becoming braver with each word that came from her mouth. “My interest is in art therapy, but I do not think my paper has to just focus just in that. Maybe the psychological and political impact of single mothers or something in the family.”

Chaeha laugh ranged loudly, “I see what you meant by this girl will try and change the world.”

Yeoja rocked back on her heels, a large grin on her lips. She was happy with how the prime minister’s wife reacted to her. It seemed as if Dr. Park was happy as well.

“Well, we are about to go eat. You should join us, I’ll pay.” Yeoja looked at her advisor when she clapped her hands. “I mean I might be bragging here to try and get more funding. But Yeoja is one of my best students.”

“I’m sorry.” Yeoja joked back. Then looking at her phone. It had only been 20 minutes since she left Yoosung. She still had time and no college student in their right mind would ever pass up free food. Free food and the chance to pick the brain of a former lawyer. “I have a little time. Yoosung won’t get out for like another two hours.”

A cat like grin went over Chaeha’s lips. “Oh, Yoosung is your husband, right?”

“He’s like my little brother. My husband’s name is Saeyoung, Saeyoung Choi.” Yeoja laughed at what Yoosung would have looked like being called her husband. How the blonde’s face would have red. Stumbling over each word as he tried to clear his name. The genius redhead would blow a circuit laughing at his friend.

“Does your husband know you hang around other men?” Chaeha teased.

“I would hope so since Yoosung is like family to him as well. My other guy friends, we also count as our family. One big dysfunctional family.” This was true. They were their family. “Oh, I need to go to my car to drop off my stuff. I’ll be back.”

Before Yeoja reached the door, Dr. Park caught her, “No, I can drive you there.”

“But, um…” Her voice trailed off as she looked at Chaeha.

“Are you worried about what she’ll think of you if she sees your car? Sweetie, we both were college students. We know it’s almost mandatory to drive a shitty car.” *_*_* Saeyoung typed away, only to pull away for a chip or a drink. He was reviewing the logs that he had hacked from his father. Call log, internet searches, documents, anything that would give Saeyoung an idea about what the Prime Minister was doing. In the week since the meeting, he had done this every day. Still, the man did nothing to even look for the Choi’s. Saeyoung had wracked his brain in ways that he could think of that Chon might try. Nothing. He had not tried to contact either of the twins. He was keeping his word. Hell, the man did not even look up porn on any of his devices.

Placing his head in his hands Saeyoung let out an annoyed groan. As he looked back at the computer screen he noticed something for the next day. He would be talking to a group of new hires. Maybe doing a bit of recon would give him more data.

“Hey,” Saeyoung waited until he heard Saeran grunt to let him know to start speaking again, “So how would you feel if I said I was going to be a new hire under the prime minister?”

“I would say that you’re fucking stupid. Did you get that earpiece fixed?” Saeran was getting just as frustrated with dealing with the Prime Minister as Saeyoung was. Unlike Saeyoung, Saeran could drop the subject and move on with life. If he was leaving them alone then he would do the same thing. Saeyoung just could not leave it alone. Within the past couple of days checking his location on his cell. Checking every day what the man did. Saeran knew his brother’s reason, to keep everyone safe.

“I fixed it so you can hear me.” Saeyoung turned in his chair to face his younger brother. He turned back to the screen and began to hack the server again to put his information down.

Name: Luciel Choi Age: 23 Gender:

Saeyoung stopped as he thought about the last question. He could go as a woman. Luciel could be a woman’s name or a man’s name. That’s was one of the reasoning he liked it.

“Yeoja doesn’t like it when you dress as a woman.” Saeran’s voice in his ear made him jump.

As if on cue the computer beeped to let them know that she had entered the gate. It was a short time later that she walked in the door. The hackers greeted her as she entered the kitchen.

“Babe, so dress or suit?” Saeyoung purred in Yeoja’s ear.

“If you do not get away now I will throw up on you. You reek.” An arm braced her on the counter while the other was around her middle. Saeyoung stepped behind his brother. “If we are talking about the wedding then suit. Any other time I don’t care. If that’s all I’m going to bed.”

“Saeran said that you didn’t like it when I wore a dress.”

“I don’t like you having nicer legs than me. There is a big difference.” She said as she left the room.

Saeran looked at Saeyoung as they went back to the computer room, “I thought it was called morning sickness because it only happened in the morning.”

That earned a laugh from Yeoja from down the hallway, “It’s the biggest lie ever. Morning sickness will hit whenever it damn well pleases.” She shouted.

Saeyoung went back to the file.

Gender:

It was still blank. He only had his female wigs in red. If he wore a skirt and button down he would be a mirror image of the legal twin. With a sigh, he put that he was male. Then filled out the rest. Brown hair and eyes. Saeyoung groaned at the idea of another day with contacts in. The wig was bearable, enjoyable sometimes. For some reason his eyes hated contacts. With a few more details he placed his file with the rest of the new hires.

Saeyoung went to check on Yeoja. Entering the room the lava lamp gave a low glow that let the glow in the dark stars still work. Yeoja was in the middle of the bed with the blankets wrapped around her.

“Change or you’re not getting near me.” This earned a chuckle from the hacker. He complied with her demand before slipping in behind her under the blankets. He loved how she fit just right in his arms and against his body.

“My poor baby. What’s wrong.” He kissed the back of her head.

“Your children do not like me eating. Also, they must have been cold because they lit my heart up. I have some epic heartburn.” Saeyoung quickly rolled over and grabbed his phone. She just shook her head as the messenger beeped. It took her a moment before she reached her phone to find out what her favorite hacker was giggling like a school girl about. Saeyoung: I

Saeyoung: have

Saeyoung: breaking

Saeyoung: news

Saeyoung: ((((DRUMROLL))

Zen: Quit spamming!!

Saeyoung: We

Saeyoung: are

Saeyoung: having

Saeyoung: girls

Saeyoung: !!!!!!!!!!

Saeyoung then flooded the chat with his love emoji.

Yeoja has entered the chat

Zen: I said quit it damn it

Zen: Do you know what he is talking about?

Yeoja: Yeah, I just told him I had heartburn and he got on here.

Zen: Saeyoung I don’t think that’s how it works!

Saeyoung posted a picture of the last ultrasound.

Saeyoung: Aren’t my girls beautiful?

Saeyoung: I would like to introduce the RFA to my girls

Saeyoung: Porsche and Elizabeth

Zen: No!!

Yeoja: Not Porsche

Yeoja: Elizabeth is fine though

Saeyoung: Their first language they’re going to learn is binary

Zen: No!

Yeoja: Hell no!

Jaehee has entered the chat

Zen: As those two godfather I will not stand for you to do that to them

Zen: They will learn Korean first

Jaehee: Since when did you become their Godfather, Zen?

Zen: … well

Zen: I was never asked…

Zen: But I am!

Yeoja: Well, I was going to ask all of the RFA to be the Godparents to them. So he isn’t wrong.

Saeyoung: My pretty girls!!

Saeyoung: Curly red hair and gold eyes!

Jaehee: Saeyoung you can not tell the sex of your children by just her having heartburn.

Saeyoung: I read it online…

Yeoja has left the chat.

Zen: Is she okay?

Saeyoung looked over to see Yeoja putting away her phone quickly as she dashed out the room.

Saeyoung: She’s sick I should go take care of my girls!!

Saeyoung posted another picture of the ultrasound.

Saeyoung has left the chat It was a while before she returned. Just as she entered Yeoja turned around and ran back into the bathroom. He rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with his arm. Saeyoung wished there was more he could do for her. Yeoja did not like the ginger tea he’d made to help and threw up the ginger ale. It was times like these he hated. There was nothing he could do to help. After the third attempt, Yeoja made it back to bed.

“Hey lay on your back.” She did as he asked.

Saeyoung moved to be close to her side. Then began to rub around the bump higher to her stomach then back to circle around the bump again. He pressed a kiss to her forehead as his hand made another go around her torso.

“I’m sorry baby.” Yeoja shook her head as he peppered the side of head and neck with kisses.

“No, thank you, I’m starting to feel better.” Saeyoung smiled as he kissed her hair.

“I’ll make it all better.”