#last time they came over we spent 13 hours together and ended the day cuddling in my bed

[justghostthings]

I've been sorta seeing someone lately n I think I'm gonna officially ask them to be my partner soon

[gubler-me-up]

Give Me Hallmark

Request: hii can you like do a spencer reid one shot with a fem bau reader and it's christmas, everyone's still working and at the end of the day the reader asks if anyone wants to grab dinner for christmas but almost everyone has plans except for reid so they go out and eat then they walk around with all christmas lights and there's couples everywhere and spencer just confesses his love for her under a mistletoe.

A/N: Thank you for the request, @euphoricdumpsterfire​! We love a cute Christmas fic and I’m sorry I wasn’t able to post this exactly on Christmas but December 26th works too imo! Hope everyone who celebrated had a Merry Christmas and for those who don’t celebrate I hope you had a fantastic, relaxation day ❤️ Hope you enjoy!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader

Category: Fluff

Content warning: A small mention of alcohol but nothing else 

Word count: 3.5k

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Nothing was worse than working during Christmas. For most people that is but you didn’t mind. Your family had decided to go on a cruise for the holiday. They asked you to join but the day you were going to tell them your decision the team had a case in Wyoming. You insisted they go without you and you would visit them as soon they came back.

Christmas’s charm had faded away in your eyes as soon as you reached adulthood. Spending it alone had nearly become a habit of yours. Last year you spent it with a couple of friends and did a cute secret Santa exchange. The Christmas’ before that consisted of just you, a bottle of wine and reruns of your favourite hallmark movies.

As you worked diligently at your desk you couldn’t help notice walk down the steps towards where the four of you were working. You looked up and saw a sight that proved to you Christmas miracles were real. Hotch was smiling and whenever he smiled you knew there was extremely good news to proceed.

“Merry Christmas everyone. You’re off the clock,” he said.

“Off the clock? Hotch, we’ve only been working for five hours,” Spencer said.

“Reid, are you serious right now? A late start and an early finish? Sounds like a deal I’m going to take,” Morgan said as he started to pack up his stuff.

“Have a good rest of your day everyone,” Hotch said before retreating to his office.

You started packing up your stuff as well. You could already hear the opening scene of A Royal Christmas playing in your head. Before you could make your way home, cuddle up on your couch and lose your heart to movies you’ve watched for the past five years, you had to eat.

You looked around at everyone packing up their things to leave as soon as they possibly could. You wanted to eat at your fave Chinese spot instead of ordering takeout this year. You didn’t mind sitting in and dining on your own but you could already anticipate the looks of people dining in and seeing you eating alone. The last time that happened a man in his 70s insisted on joining you to eat and told you how much you reminded him of his wife who had passed away five years earlier.

“Does anyone wanna grab something to eat?” You asked.

“I would love to, Y/N, but I have a ticket to the Bahamas that’s calling my name. I’ll send plenty of pictures,” Emily said as she picked up her purse.

“Make sure you keep them PG-rated,” Morgan joked.

Emily playfully rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t give you a PG-13 picture even if you paid me.”

“Ouch,” he said.

Emily laughed as she told everyone goodbye. As soon as she walked out of the bullpen you knew there was no chance of getting her back. You turned your attention over to Morgan. He saw your gaze and immediately stood up to get out of your sight. You didn’t let him get too far though.

“How about you, Derek? You want to grab some Chinese?” You asked.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. If it was a regular, shmegular day I wouldn’t even think twice about it but since it’s Christmas I have plans I must attend,” he said.

“Oh? And those plans would be?” You inquired.

He shook his head and wiggled his finger at you. “We’re keeping it PG-rated remember? Have a Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

Before you could stop him for another question, he wished everyone a Merry Christmas and bolted out the bullpen. Now there was only you, JJ and Spencer. You saw JJ get up to leave next. She saw you looking at her and gave you a sympathetic smile but you knew her answer already.

“Kids?” You asked.

She nodded. “And husband. Sorry, we’ll go another time for sure.”

You smiled. “Of course. Merry Christmas, J.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

With that she was out of the bullpen. You sighed as you looked over at Spencer. He stood up from his desk and swung his satchel on his shoulder. You were nervous to even ask anyone else let alone  him if he was free to go out to eat with you. You knew he would probably be busy with his mother. He had been so stressed out lately about her health you didn’t want to bother him with your loneliness.

You then saw Garcia scurrying out of her office down into the bullpen area. You smiled as you saw her walking your way. You stepped in front of her with a huge smile. You were disappointed to not see the same enthusiasm on her face. Your smile instantly dropped.

“Too busy to get something to eat with me?” You asked.

“Unfortunately I am, my little sugar plum, but I will definitely go with you after the holiday,” she said before embracing you in a big hug.

You sighed and hugged her back. “Merry Christmas, P.”

“Merry Christmas, sweet stuff,” she said before scurrying past you.

You turned around to watch her leave like the rest. You sighed as you were starting to realize you probably were the only one without plans this Christmas. It made you quite sad to think about but you did it to yourself every year. What was one more year of sitting alone at a restaurant and having an old man tell you about his dead wife?

“I can go with you if you’d like, Y/N,” you heard Spencer say.

You looked back around to see him standing just a foot away from you. You were in shock he wasn’t busy as you thought he was going to be. You were even more shocked that he wanted to spend a few hours on Christmas day with you.

“You sure? I thought you’d go to Vegas to spend some time with your mom because of her health,” you said.

“I’m flying out tomorrow morning and I’m already packed, so I have time,” he said.

You stood there still in shock. You didn’t think you would be spending your evening with Spencer especially since it was only the two of you. Your look of shock must have made him weary because he furrowed his eyebrows in concern.

“Unless you’ve changed your mind then I’ll just go home,” he said.

You shook your head. “No, no, sorry. We can definitely go together. I’d love to spend my evening having you as my dinner companion.”

He sheepishly smiled. “Great. Should we ask Hotch and Rossi if they want to tag along?”

You chuckled. “Spence, when you reach their age all you want to do with your Christmas is cuddle up with a glass of scotch or whisky.”

He nodded in agreement. “Fair.”

You smiled as you picked up your purse off of your desk. Like the gentleman he was, he offered out his arm for you to hook onto. You didn’t hesitate to grab hold of his bicep and you swore he was flexing for you but that could have been your imagination.

Your favourite Chinese restaurant wasn’t too far from the BAU headquarters. It was only a few blocks down but it took a little longer for you two to get there than it would have been if you were walking by yourself. You enjoyed talking to Spencer and would get lost in every word he would say. From the time you two had left the office, he was talking about some recent discovery in the galaxy and the amount of passion in his voice was admirable.

He was naturally a slower walker compared to your need to fast walk but him talking to you allowed you to bear the brisk winter air for a little longer. The cold didn’t seem to bother him much because he kept looking your way when he was talking to you even though the wind was blowing that way. The way he was smiling at you throughout could have been the reason he was warm because his smile could warm the coldest of nights.

He held the door open to let you in. You blushed and thanked him as you stepped in. Everything he did felt so intimate to you. It felt as if you were at the beginning of your own little Hallmark movie but it could have been your overly active imagination at work again. Maybe it was time for you to retire the Hallmark movies if they were making you think this way.

“For two?” The host asked.

You nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Follow me this way,” she said as she led the way.

She led you both to a booth near the back corner of the restaurant. You both thanked her as she put down your menus. You took off your purse and jacket and tossed them on your seat before scooting in. Spencer followed suit.

As you looked at the menu you couldn’t help but notice Spencer smiling as he looked down at his. You looked up at him with a puzzled look. He looked up from his menu to see your full confused look.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Why are you smiling to yourself?” You asked.

“Uh, well, I just find it kind of funny,” he said.

“Find what kind of funny?” You asked.

“Out of all the things you could have done on Christmas you wanted to eat at a Chinese restaurant,” he said with a soft chuckle.

“Well, if I’m keeping it honest I’ve been craving Chinese for a while and this is one of my favourite spots. I found out a few days ago they have a deal where if you and someone else come in on Christmas Day, you get 50 percent off your meal,” you said.

“Ah, is that why you were asking everyone to tag along?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s probably the lamest way to spend Christmas but I love a good meal and a good price point.”

“I don’t think it’s a lame way to spend Christmas at all. I do this with my mom on most years but instead of Chinese we go eat at Binion’s and indulge in chicken fried lobster.”

You giggled. “I love that. My family went on a cruise I had to miss out on but I’ll see them in a week.”

“Well, if you’re eating on a budget on Christmas Day then you definitely saved yourself some major cash from missing that cruise if that makes you feel better. On average, during a seven-to-eight day cruise passengers spend $212 daily.”

“The way my dad eats he’s probably spending near $300.”

Spencer cracked a wider smile which automatically made you laugh. He broke into a small chuckle once you started it off. You saw the server walking up and automatically calmed down before picking up the menu again. Spencer turned to see the server approach your table. She placed two glasses of water down before taking out her pen and notepad.

“Welcome and Merry Christmas. I would like to start off by mentioning on Christmas we do a special where if two people come in their meal is half off,” she said.

“Oh, I’ve heard,” Spencer said as he looked at you.

You slightly blushed. You didn’t know if it was from the way he looked at you or if it was because you were way too excited about this deal.

“Amazing. Do you two know what you’d like?” She asked.

“Can we get a few more minutes please?” You asked.

“Of course. Would you like any other drink besides water?” She asked.

“No thank you,” you both said in unison.

Your server smiled and nodded before leaving the two of you to look over your menus. It seemed as if he couldn’t keep his eyes on his menu long enough to look over it. His eyes kept wandering up to look at you. Naturally, your eyes wanted to look into his.

“What now?” You giggled.

“How do you feel about looking at Christmas lights?” He asked.

“I love looking at Christmas lights,” you said.

“Awesome. There’s this street in downtown Washington full of them. I think they looked extremely pretty and I thought you’d like them,” he said.

“You thought I’d like them?” You said.

He nodded. “Yeah. I know how much you love Christmas lights, so when I walked by them last night I thought of you.”

“You did?” You asked.

“Yeah. Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I didn’t-”

“No, no, I’m not uncomfortable at all. I’d really love to go with you, Spence,” you assured him.

He smiled and you could see the small fade-in of blush appear on his cheeks. If this was the universe’s way of telling you your Hallmark dreams had come true, it was the best possible way to let you know. You could have never imagined your Christmas would be spent with someone you had a crush on and you loved every second of it. You wanted it to become a Christmas tradition every year.

Once you two were done eating, Spencer paid even after you insisted you would. Before you could even take out your card, he had already paid in cash. You hated how he was always one step ahead of the game but it’s one of many things you adored about him.

It had become pitch dark outside as you two waited outside for a taxi to pass by. When you saw the first one come down the street you waved your arms like a maniac. You being the clumsy person you were nearly lost your balance and fell into the road. Spencer quickly grabbed onto your arm to keep you balanced.

As you two rode in the back of the taxi, you were already admiring the Christmas lights on houses and buildings. Spencer would point out ones on his side and you would look out in amazement. He chuckled every time your face would show any form of excitement or wonder. The drive alone was 45 minutes long but it felt like 10 as Spencer preoccupied your time.

When you reached downtown Washington, Spencer opened your door to let you out. He held out his hand to help you get out. He probably didn’t trust your legs holding you up after your little incident. You closed the door behind you and you two started your journey through the city.

“I think blue Christmas lights are my favourite,” you said.

“How come?” He asked.

“They’re the prettiest colour. It’s bright enough to catch your attention but not too overpowering to hurt your eyes,” you said.

“That’s a good reason to like it,” he said.

You giggled. “No fact to go along with my analysis, doctor?”

He chuckled. “I was trying to hold back but blue is a rare colour in nature but the most preferred colour by choice. Throughout history, it has been a top colour associated with relaxation and lowering blood pressure.”

“Amazing. I was struggling with my blood pressure, you know,” you joked.

He looked at you concerned. “What? Y/N, are you okay? If work is stressing you out, I don’t mind taking some of your workload.”

You laughed. “I’m kidding, Spence, but I might take you up on that offer if I ever do feel stressed out at work. What’s your favourite Christmas light colour?”

He pointed to the Christmas lights to his left. You looked and saw green lights hanging off of a storefront. You widened your eyes at how beautiful they looked. Spencer looked at you and smiled at your expression.

“They’re pretty, huh?” He asked.

“Pretty? They’re gorgeous. I didn’t even realize how beautiful the green lights were until they stood alone,” you said.

“Green’s actually the second most popular colour after blue,” he said.

You smiled. “Seems fitting.”

“Oh and in China green jade symbolizes virtue and beauty,” he said.

“Also very fitting,” you said.

You bit your bottom lip as you realized what you had said. You looked to your right to avoid eye contact with him. You couldn’t bear him asking about what you meant. You pointed to your side at another business that had strung green lights all over their store.

“You were right about green being a second favourite next to blue,” you said.

“George Washington’s favourite colour was green,” he said.

“Maybe there’s an ode to George going on in these streets,” you said.

He chuckled. “Possibly even though he was born in February.”

You laughed at his joke even though he didn’t know it was one. As you two continued walking you couldn’t help but notice all the couples populating the streets. Young couples, old couples, couples with kids. You looked over at Spencer to see his gaze looking from couple to couple as well.

You stared up at him wondering if he too wished they were those couples. Not that you wished you were any couple specifically but just a couple in general. You thought you two would look cute together especially on Christmas.

You soon noticed couples walking past you two smiling. You politely smiled back and so did Spencer. You weren’t sure if they were doing it to be polite or doing it because they thought you two were also a couple. Maybe they also saw the potential you two had together.

You sighed and decided it was best to turn your attention back to the lights. Again you saw green Christmas lights brighten a toy store’s front display. You don’t think you’ve ever seen so many green lights in your life. You started to think he had set this up.

“Spence, everyone has green lights up. I think they surpass blue in popularity now,” you said.

“Where do you see them?” He asked.

“Oh, you poor thing. I forgot you’re not wearing your glasses. They’re kind of small and on the inside showcase,” you said as you dragged him by his hand to the toy store.

As you two walked up to the store you could see his face lighten up when he saw the lights. You smiled at how excited he was to see all these green lights. As you recalled green and purple were his favourite colours so seeing all this green probably made him overly excited.

“Everywhere’s green for you, Spence,” you said.

“You know, many people don’t know this but green is the colour of love since it’s associated with Venus,” he said.

“Someone on this street must love you a lot then if they’re hanging up all these green lights,” you said.

“If you didn’t do it then I don’t want whoever did,” he said.

You looked at him in shock. You gave him a second to correct himself or at least elaborate for you but he didn’t. Once he said what he had to say, he stayed quiet as if he was waiting for you to say the next few words.

“Wait, repeat that and please say it with your chest this time so I know I heard you correctly,” you said in disbelief.

“I like you a lot, Y/N. More than words could ever express. I know you might not feel the same way but I just had to get it off my chest,” he said.

As he said that it felt as if the whole world went silent. You took in every word he said and it still didn’t feel real to you. You looked up at him as he waited anxiously for you to respond. You then looked up to see a stream of mistletoe hanging above you two. You looked back at him.

“You wanna know how I really feel?” You asked.

“Ye-”

Before he could fully respond to you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and nearly jumped into him to kiss his soft lips. He grabbed you by your waist to keep you close to him as your tongues exchanged names. You didn’t want to stop but you were curious to see his reaction to what you just did. It was priceless.

He stared at you in a mix of confusion, happiness and love. You uncontrollably giggled at his expression. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone express three different emotions in one go before.

“You know, I did always want to star in my own Hallmark movie,” you joked.

“I’m glad I could give that to you,” he said.

“I think there’s one more thing you could give to me,” you said.

“Anything. What is it?” He asked.

“Another kiss,” you said.

He chuckled. “I’d kiss you forever.”

He leaned in and you didn’t hesitate to latch onto his lips. Even though the cold breeze was shaking you to the core, your happiness kept you going. You couldn’t possibly go back to watching Hallmark movies after getting the real thing. Besides you felt after this moment your next Christmas’ would be spent in Vegas at Binion’s eating chicken fried lobster.

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[spookypotato]

Leo’s 20th Birthday

Sooo It’s already the baby’s birthday here and I dont want to wait, so let the fluff begin!

Happy birthday, Leo! ☀️💛 Nutter butter baby! He will always be the baby, but technically he’s not even a teen anymore. Anyway. I hope you enjoy.

Birthday-boy and boyfriends by the incredible @lumosinlove

Idea from @noctualilith thank you

Yes, I am excited about a fictional characters birthday. Everyone that knows this ray of sunshine would fall in love. 

CW: there is a bit of food mentioned

When Leo was 13, he celebrated his birthday with all of his best friends. Eloise made him a lemoncake and Wyatt took them out on the boat to go swimming. It was the last birthday, where he felt completely free in his actions.

When Leo was 14, he got his first crush. The first one he realised was a crush at least. He told no one. He was too afraid, not even of the teesing. He was afraid, because it was a boy. His friend to be exact. His birthday party was fun for him, he didnt know about the other guests. He focused on his friend. He wanted to spend the whole party with him. And they were friends, he could. So he did and he had fun.

When Leo was 16, he decided to tell his friend. Since they spent so much time together, his crush never really faded, so after two years he just decided fuck it. If it went horribly wrong, he didn‘t care anymore. He needed this out of his system. So Leo told him. His friend didn‘t feel the same, but he didn‘t seem to mind about Leo. He did tell him however, that it should rather be kept a secret, because if the others found out, he might even be thrown off the team. This was what terrified him. Before, he was scared of maybe loosing his friends, now he was scared of loosing everything. He‘d worked so hard for being where he was. He had a chance of playing in the NHL, if he kept it up, at least that‘s what his coach was telling him. So he decided to hide it.

When Leo was 17, he told his family. Leo gathered all his courage and told them at a family lunch. They had the best reaction he could have wished for, really, but he had lived to long thinking it‘s a bad thing, so he assumed they were just being nice parents. When they made him a bracelet however, he knew they hadn‘t lied. They wouldn‘t have thought about giving him this gift, if they had been disapointed in their son. They showed him, they were proud. He knew now, whatever happend, he would have his family standing behind him, supporting him. He could at least be open about his feelings, where it mattered the most, home. He could let himself go, gush about that cute boy he saw in the coffee shop and feel excepted everytime his father mentioned Leo at his age, settled down with his maybe-husband by then, possibly with children, running around in their backyard.

When Leo was 18, he got drafted into the NHL. His dream came true. All the sacrifices he had made to get there, were finally worth it, because he could turn his passion into his career. All the boys, he had forced himself not to look at for too long, so people wouldn‘t even question him. All the girls he had pretended to be interested in, those moments were worth it. He felt amazing. He achieved what he had worked for, but now he was facing a new problem. Even though Leo was a gay teenager, the naked guys walking around weren‘t actually a problem for him. Well, not all of them. Of course, the world was against him and chose two incredibly attractive people, who he couldn‘t even look at too long, nevermind kiss or date, to go with his NHL-goalie-gryffindor-dream package. He had to prove everyday how much he wanted to play hockey and how much he was willing to sacrifice.

Before Leo turned 19, he was hiding. He lived a dream, that slowly broke his heart. He was playing professinal hockey and loved it everyday, but he was also pretending everday, that he didn‘t want. So he hid it, because hockey was his dream and now was the time for hockey. He could probably still find a nice boyfriend at 40 years old, if they even kept him that long. For now he planned on staying focused on his career.

But before Leo turned 19, he also decided to just throw those plans out the window and kiss Finn. He hadn‘t planned it- not to say he didn‘t want to do it- it just shouldn‘t have happen, but it did. The second their lips touched though, he forgot why he shouldn‘t have done it. How could this not be right, when Finn and Leo both wanted it so much.

For a moment, at the airport he was reminded, why it was wrong. Why he couldn‘t risk it now. But then he thought about it. Thought about how much happier Sirius had been, how even a NHL player could have, what Leo wanted. And so he tried his best to get it.

And he did.

His 20th birthday was a wednesday.

Leo‘s eyes opened in one go and his feet jerked up.

„Logan!“, he groaned sleepily. The brunet had bellyflopped onto him, shaking him awake in an instant.

„Leo, Baby, Peanut, Nutty, Butty!“, Logans face looked like he had surprised himself with the last name, „That‘s a new one, but it works“, repositioning himself better on his boyfriends chest, hands supporting his head, he smiled dopely up at Leo.

Leo let his eyes slip closed for another second, Logans weight grounding him and his warmth surrounding him. It was too early. They had practice and he knew that, but it seemed earlier than usual. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at their alarm clock.

„Logan!“, he groaned again, as he saw, that they were awake an hour too early.

Logan shifted, having layed down his head on Leo‘s chest, he tilted his head up to look at the blond.  „As much as I love that my name is the only thing on your mind right now, a, Finn must be getting jealous and b, we did actually have a reason to wake you earlier.“ Then Logan leaned up and started trailing lingering kisses up his boyfriends neck over his jaw, finally reaching his mouth.

Leo happily complied and kissed him slowly. They broke apart to soon in Leo‘s opinion, but it was all worth it to just see as Finn came in through the door, still only dressed in his underwear. He was carrying a small box, wrapped in newspaper and a bright yellow bow tied around it. He sat down on the end of the bed and Logan moved off of Leo and next to the red head. They looked at him expectantly. He sat up slowly.

„Happy Birthday, Baby!“, both Logan and Finn more or less shouted as soon as Leo looked at them.  He was a bit overwhelmed, but then remembered. Today was his birthday. He hadn‘t really celebrated it for a few years, he didn‘t even know why. This however, warmed his heart. Both the boys he loved so much, beaming at him from the end of the bed.

„You know how hard it is to keep up a normal conversation with you, before saying that? I promised this one though“, he shoved Finn playfully, „that I would wait for him to finish everything. But I had to wake you! It‘s your birthday! Happy birthday, Peanut!“

Leo wasn‘t even sure if Logan had taken a breath in between his rambling but he smiled softly at them. Felling their love warming him, even through the distance between them.

„You already said that.“, Leo commented, but smiled, „Thank you both so much. Come here.“

They both more or less jumped at him, Leo recieving the best cuddles and a few more whispered ‚happy birthday“s from Logan and Finn, until they were all wrapped around each other, Leo in the middle. It felt nice to be in the middle for once. He held Logan securely in his arms, slowly stroking a hand over his side, Finn wrapped up around him, making him feel warm and protected. He liked being the big spoon and having Logan in the middle, but he could see himself sneaking in the middle every once i a while.

„We can still sleep for a bit.“, he heard Finn say from behind him. He had gotten the blankets over them again and was already burrying his nose in between Leo‘s shoulder blades. „Sorry for waking you this early, Nutty. We had to prepare things.“, Finn stopped for a second, like waiting for Leo‘s reaction, but then continued, „and we just couldn‘t wait to cuddle you.“

Leo made a soft noise, his hand combing through Logans hair, who was already back to sleep, really more like you expected from an excited baby, rather than a professinal hockey player. It was only then, Leo thought about what Finn had said. Under normal circumstances Leo might have sat up upruptly and ran to the kitchen, to the inevitable mess that must be there.

„Whatever it is you did-“, Leo started, but then thought again.

He was surrounded by love, on his birthday. The love he had always desired to have, espcially on his that day. All the fun events couples in movies had planned for each other to make their birthdays special, he had always wished for that. He had always thought, he could never have that, but now he did. He had it doubled.

Snuggling back further into Finns chest he repeated, already drifting back to sleep, „Whatever it is you did, thank you.“

[hyunjilicious]

100 ways to say ‘I love you’ Christmas Edition [bucky barnes]

Summary: it’s pretty self explanatory, I guess. (FLUFF) 1.6k

Warnings: absolutely none, just Bucky being cute, awkward and madly in love with you!!

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In 2018, you were in Namibia, hunting down an American terrorist that had been on the run for the better part of the year. In 2019, the avengers were scattered around the globe, executing a 'shoot first, ask questions later' type of mission that ended long after the new year began. But this year, all of your friends were home. For the first time in years, the Stark Tower was shining from top to bottom with Christmas lights, carols echoing down all of its long, secluded hallways. It was the first time you'd get to actually spend the night of 24th of December with your true family. That is, if you made it in time. Back on December 19th, you and Bucky got stuck in the depths of Louisiana, with absolutely no means of communication, let alone transportation. You decided to make the best out of the situation and turn it into a road trip, but time flew by so much faster than expected, that it was now 2:13 pm on Christmas eve, and you and Bucky were sprinting down the snow covered empty highways of the east coast, dead set on making it home in time. He wasn't that eager to get back and tried to get you to rent a hotel room and spend the night alone, but you weren't having it. He huffed and puffed about not giving a shit about Christmas, but it was the first one he could celebrate with people that loved him, in over 70 years. With every motel that you passed, he'd turn and look at you from the passenger seat, begging you to stop. You didn't even consider it. You wanted him to have the full Christmas experience. A storm was brewing and you were whiteknuckling the steering wheel, fighting back the urge to yawn for the 3rd time in the last 10 minutes. After driving for 7 hours straight, you were close to passing out, but nowhere near ready to give up. "Pull over, love" he smiled, grabbing your thigh, "Let me drive. I'll wake you up when we arrive"

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And of course Bucky refused to decorate. You spent the better half of the day rummaging through boxes and looking up diy tutorials on the Internet, doing your absolute best to make your bedroom as cozy and Christmasy as possible. Candles were scattered all over the furniture, their soft light and delicate cinnamon scent filling up the room, a small Santa Claus figurine was sitting neatly by the window, garlands dripped from every corner and your Christmas playlist was on shuffle for probably the 4th time that day. As you kept busy, lowkey exasperated whenever one ornament didn't fit in as planned, Bucky laid on the bed, making nasty comments with every chance he got. He complained about the music, said the room was too hot, that the candles made his nose feel funny and not for a second did he stop begging you to drop the fucking decorating and join him in bed. You didn't wanna hear it. You kept going, bringing in box after box of ornaments, each one making Bucky more and more frustrated.

"Buck!" you whined, turning around in your hands a little remote controlled reindeer. "His leg is stuck... he keeps falling"

"Throw it into the trash" he scoffed, plopping down on his back and hiding his face in the crook of his elbow.

Of course you didn't listen to him. "No..." you mumbled, more to yourself. You sounded like a child, but you didn't care. Instead, you just sat down on the edge of the bed, all your attention focused on the broken toy in your hands, "I'll fix it somehow"

"Just throw the goddamned thing away, Y/n" he groaned, "Only on my nightstand there are other 3. We got enough"

You just shook your head, focused on getting the reindeer to walk again. It was no use. You got no utensils and your nails were threatening to break as you kept trying to open up his battery container. 5 minutes of painful silence followed, ending with you finally giving up, "I'll just put something under his leg and use it as a decoration" you whimpered, legitimately heartbroken over the toy.

"Fuck, just come here. Give it to me. I'll fix the damn thing for you"

Your heart swelled up, "Really?"

"Yeah..." Bucky sighed, grabbing a screwdriver out of his nightstand and picking up the toy. "Master assassin and I'm fixing toys" he mumbled under his breath and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek.

-

Your version of paradise started just when you arrived at the tower on Christmas Eve. Bucky did as promised and then offered you a weak smile, full of warmth as he helped you out of the car when he parked in front of the Tower. You were beaming with excitement for the days that were to come. When the next morning arrived, you were sipping your coffee on the balcony, waiting for everyone to wake up so that you could all start unwrapping the presents. When the door opened you didn't expect Bucky to come out, as he never - ever, failed to sleep until noon, if given the chance. But there he was, wrapped in one of your comfy blankets, padding over to you with a coffee mug in his hand. When he reached you, he opened his arms and welcomed you against his chest, closing his hold around your body and engulfing you in the warmth of the blanket. It didn't take long until you noticed the little paper bag lodged under the elastic of his sweats, and when you asked about it, he cursed himself for ruining the surprise. He handed you the bag, and urged you to open it, insisting that it wasn't your present. When you did, your eyes landed on a knitted bunny clutching a heart to its chest. "An old lady was selling these a few weeks ago at a boutique I saw while waiting for you to meet me. I know you love to call me Bucky Bunny because you know how much I hate it. I forgot about it and came across it this morning at the bottom of my bag while searching for my charger. Now I think its stupid, a dumb rabbit and his eyes are a little bit fucked up, but he's cute and it reminded me of you, so here you go"

-

As much love as some of you had for the holiday, it still wasn't enough to convince the whole group to actually watch a Christmas movie. So, in true avenger spirit, you all decided to watch Terminator. After finishing dinner, you all scattered around the Tower. Some people left to change in more comfortable clothes, some helped clean up the kitchen, and some, like Bucky and Thor, remained in the living room, plopped in the middle of the couch, fangirling over Arnold Schwarzenegger's acting and the great sense of humour of the 90s. Eventually everyone gathered around them, you and Wanda being the last ones to show up. She cuddled against Vision's side, but Bucky was lodged in between Thor and Steve, and there was no way you'd ever ask any of them to move. Seeing you eye an open spot, Bucky waved you over as he stood up. "Here, take my seat". You wanted to object but he didn't want to hear it. Eventually, you sat down, and so did he, on the floor, right in front of you. Nonchalantly, Bucky pulled your legs apart and settled between them, with his back against the couch. He gathered your Christmas themed sock clad feet into his lap and rested his head against your knee as the movie began.

-

And like any other Christmas dinner, of course yours wasn't an exception. Natasha's recipe for apple pie was by definition the best that ever blessed the earth and none of the attendees was any stranger to that. Considering how many of you there were, as you made a point of spending the end of the year together, 2 batches had to be made. It was hectic, everyone fuzzing around the Tower, preparations on tow the whole day. And of course there would be repercussions for the chaotic atmosphere, but you'd only find out about them later. After burning through the first meal courses of the evening, it was finally time for her sweet delicacy to grace the table. Natasha neatly placed the two pies on either end of the table, proudly announcing you could all dig in. Bucky was seated to your right, and he unlike you, managed to grab a piece of pie from the first batch. You didn't think too much of it, until you started eating yours, only to realise the bottom was burned. Despite all of you trying to assure Natasha that it was not her fault and that she shouldn't beat herself up about it, she promised she'd make another one tomorrow. The night carried on as planned, but no matter how much you tried to push away the thought, you couldn't help but feel bitter about missing out on the good pie. Just when you were about to come to your senses and realise what a dumb reason for you to get upset that was, Bucky sent you text, asking you to come to the bedroom. Curious as to what this could have been about, you hurried upstairs and burst into the room, nearly crashing into Bucky's chest. He slammed the door behind you and handed you his plate - his slice of pie only halfway eaten. "I saved you a piece. These are jackals, I had to hide it. Dig in before anyone comes!"

-

On December 27th the buzz was starting to die down. When you put up the lights in your bedroom, Bucky said they could stay on for two days and two days only, and you reluctantly agreed to make a compromise. Just this time. The time to turn them off came last night, and since he offered to let them on until the morning, you felt like an unreasonable little shit if you were to ask him to turn them on again. It was about 7pm and you were two seasons deep in The X Files, and Wanda asked for your help. Bucky pulled out his phone and assured you he wouldn't watch ahead until you got back. It took you about 30 to help your friend with her problem, and when you returned to your room, confusion washed over you. The Christmas lights were on and Bucky was nowhere to be seen. "Fuck" he grunted.

You turned around to see him behind you, standing in the doorway, two cocoa mugs in his hands, "I made these cause I know you like them. And I wanted to surprise you with the lights but vision is a dumbass and forgot to text me and tell me when you were almost done"

"So she didn't actually need help folding the bed sheets?" you laughed, endeared by his antics.

"Of course she didn't" Bucky shook his head, handing you one of the mugs, "She's not an imbecile"

"Oh my god" you giggled in disbelief as you sat down on the bed.

"I'll squirt shit nuggets out of my ass for two days, so please tell me at least I got the recipe right" 

He was so adorable, anxiously waiting for you to taste the cocoa he just made. "It's so good!" you rolled your eyes in pleasure, taking another sip, "Thank you, you're too sweet, Buck"

"Yeah, I know-" he chuckled, grabbing the mug from your palm and placing it on the nightstand. "I got one more present for you. Close your eyes and hold out your hands"

"No, Buck-" you whined, "I didn't get you anything else-"

He dismissed your words in an instant and kissed your lips, before guiding your hands up. You opened them up and closed your eyes, curious about what he could have gotten you. First, you heard him shuffle around the bed, and then you felt something rather itchy touch your palms. You nearly burst into laughter when you realised it was his chin.

"Ok, open your eyes"

And as you did so, your eyes landed on Bucky's face, as he had placed his head on your hands. He was wearing a tiara with reindeer ears, and you couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're my present?" you beamed, throwing yourself against his chest.

"My face is the present-" he corrected you. "Guess what it does. Take your leggings off and you'll find out"

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 12

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11  Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader (Best Friend) Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 2420

Warnings: Slight bit of swearing

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Eyup My loves! Soo How’s your week been? Good I hope, so a bit of news for you all, there’s only  two/three more chapters left till this book is finished and then we’ll be moving onto (Drum roll) The First Avenger! Woooo! I hope you’re all as excited as I am. Anyways without anymore rambling, I give you chapter 12, enjoy!

So I can safely say that the rest of the week passed pretty quickly, with only a few ‘minor’ incidents, one of em being a massive food fight caused by yours truly and Steve getting himself stuck in the basement for 2 hours after seeing, and I quote ‘a possessed girl dressed as undead batman’.

I still haven’t told him that was me….oops

Apart from that it was pretty normal, cut to today where I’ve been blessed with the task of lookin’ after my best girl for Buck’s parents anniversary whilst they go into the city to celebrate, I mean it’s the least I could do for em. Plus, the last time the lads were trusted with lookin’ after Becca, Buck’s parents came home to the entire house covered in flour with Becca laughin’ at em cause they managed to lock themselves in a cupboard. We had to call the fire department to get em outta there.

Anyways, we kicked the boys outta the house so Becca and I could have a girls day in, now don’t get me wrong I absolutely adore this girl and I would practically do anything for her.

“Y/n can we play princesses please?! Mama got some dresses from our cousin we can wear!”

I can literally feel my soul burning right now. I honestly tried to say no, there’s nothing more I hate more that being forced into them things but one look into her bright little eyes made all my resistance die away and so I uttered the words that sealed my doom. “Of course, Becs only if we can have a tea party in em”. So here we are, me in a navy style party dress, lace covered my arms and the hem of the sweetheart neckline resting just on my collarbone,  the knee length satin skirt covered my legs.

Honestly, I wasn’t as bad I thought it were gonna be, I even let my hair outta the classic ponytail it’s always in so Becca could style it a tiny bit, to her credit she did a decent job. My h/c locks fell in small waves across my back, with the longer strands near my face tucked behind my ears and Becs even convinced me to pop on some of her mama’s makeup. Now I ain’t a fool, I know makeup’s pretty expensive and only let her pop on a shimmery light gold eyeshadow and some tinted lip balm, much to her disappointment I confiscated the mascara, I refused to let that death stick near my eyeballs.

Becca looked absolutely adorable, we’d managed to find her dance dress from last year and it suited her down to the ground. Baby pink lace covered her arms up to her wrist, the middle part had little gems dotted here and there with a pink satin ribbon separating the skirt from the top, from the looks of it the skirt was made outta some layered netting that poofed outwards when she span around. Don’t ask me how but I managed to wrap some ribbons in her braids and added a lil tiara on the top of her head and if you’d asked me, she looked like a real-life princess to me.

“So, your highness, what would one prefer to do? Would one like to have tea in the parlour or waltz in the ballroom?” my attempt at the British accent was apparently appalling, judging by the level of giggles coming outs Becca’s mouth. Eventually she calmed down enough to give me an answer “I think a waltz would be most fun lady y/n” she said in an equally bad accent. Slowly a smile spread across my face as I moved over to the record payer, I didn’t even pay attention to which one I put on before I turned back to Becca and offered her my hand, lowering myself into a bow that looked like a squid tryin’ to tap dance. Very elegant I know.  

You’d think after the past few weeks I’d been with the Barnes family, I’da got used to being tackled by the siblings, but alas I am surprised every-time, hence why I’m on the floor with a hyperactive 4 year old sat on top of me. Becca’s giggles filled the entire room, she quickly got off me and started jumping around to the sound of the jumpin’ jive and leaving me to slowly die on the floor, for all of 5 seconds before she yanked my arm outta my socket to get me dancing with her. I swear this girl isn’t even human, one second she’s sweet and delicate the next she’s bulldozing people to the ground and pullin’ em to the next life, I mean she’s 4 she shouldn’t be that strong!

Thank the lord she’s adorable. Quickly the music took over my mind, my feet moving along to the music, Becca was doin’ some twirls around me with the biggest smile on her face, I don’t know what made me do it but I grabbed her gently by the waist and spun us around in time to the music, her little arms reached into the air as we both laughed our heads off. Of course, me being me, I lost my balance and my butt suddenly met the sofa, with Becca landing next to me with a small yelp, it was quiet for all of 2 seconds before we burst out laughin’. Think it took us about 3 minutes before we calmed down, a comfortable silence fell between us, the music slowly faded to a stop as the record reached its end, and we stayed like this for a while before Becca broke the silence.

“Y/n, can you sing like mama? She don’t do it often cause it reminds her of my nana….” My eyes drifted over to Becs, her lil eyes dulled a little when she said it and now they were filled with a small glimmer of hope, and I really didn’t wanna be the reason for that light goin’ out. If I were being completely honest singin’ wasn’t something I ever wanted to do again, during my time with the Црни лабуд, singing was the only thing that made me feel like….well me I guess. It was the only sliver of light in so many years of darkness and once I was free from them I made myself a silent vow that I’d never do it again, that I was a new person. But one look in her little eyes was enough to make me break it. “I ain’t too bad, only know a couple of songs on the piano but I can try if you wanna”

Apparently Becca didn’t need to be told twice, in a flash of pink she was off to the other room, bellowing for me to follow her, I mean it ain’t like I gotta choice in the matter is it ? the sound of something hitting the floor in the room opposite me made me move even quicker (if that were even possible). Becca was stood in front of a oldish looking piano, a small bench was tuned over in front of her, and a white sheet was discarded on the floor next to her as she bounced up and down excitedly, I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I turned the bench over on it’s feet. Not even 2 seconds later Becca clambered up on it and looked at me with a bright smile, I swear she gets cuter every second like how does this happen ? I try it and I end up put away in a mental asylum.

“You got any requests princess ?” my legs carried me across the room and towards the seat, cracking my knuckles together and stretching out my fingers before turning to look at the younger lass, a look of concentration covered her face in response and it took her a few seconds to answer. “Dream a little dream of me ? think that’s what mama calls it” I swear I tried to stop the soft smile, but I really couldn’t help it this time. “sure sweetheart” and with that I hit the opening notes, the feeling of the keys under my fingertips were so familiar it was like no time had passed since I last played, I kept my voice soft and quiet as I sang. I think I was halfway through my second verse when I felt Becca cuddle into my side, she ducked her head under my arm and put her head in my lap, a soft yawn left her mouth as her eyes started to close to the sound of the music. It was at the end of the song that I looked at her again, soft snores escaped her mouth and her hand was grasping gently at the top of my skirt, I felt my heart melt even more that I thought possible, completely unaware of the small audience I’d gathered until a small cough came from behind me.

Aw shit…..

Bucky’s POV

If you’d told me a year ago, that after spending a couple of hours at Coney island with my best mate I’d come home to what must be an angels voice singing my sister to sleep. I’da never of believed ya, think you coulda imagined our confusion when me and Steve heard piano coming from the dining room. Steve shot me a look of pure bewilderment, and I couldn’t blame the guy to be honest, “thought you’d said your mama gave up piano couple a years ago”. I’m guessing my face mirrored his, cause I ain’t the slightest clue either, mama stopped playin’ years ago so who the heck could it be? “yeah she did bud, swore she’d never set her hands on it again…..”. I’m completely and utterly baffled at this point, where’s Y/n when ya need her ? she’d figure this out.

We both took a step towards the closed door, eager to know what the hell was going on when something stopped me, the sweetest sound I’d ever heard in my life sang along with the melody, I coulda sworn it sounded like the lullaby mama sang to us when we were kids. I guess I spent too long listening cause Stevie boy pushed past me and walked in, the sounds were so much clearer and more vibrant it felt like I’d died and gone to heaven right then and there. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I realised just who was creating this beautiful sound, there she was, sat in front of the piano as her fingers danced gracefully across the keys. Her voice, oh god her voice sounded like that of an angel, the weak afternoon sun shone over her hair and made her look even more angelic than humanly possible. I barely even noticed Becca asleep in her lap before Y/n finished her song and the ever-living pain in my ass decided to reveal that we were there. I mean he coulda chosen any other way of revealing our presence but no he had to let out the tiniest little cough, coulda got her back for the eyebrow incident….

Y/n literally went stiff as a board before she turned to look at us, her cheeks were red as a rose and a sheepish smile covered her face, it was only a couple of seconds after that both Steve and I noticed what she was wearing, he burst out laughin at her but me, I for once in my life couldn’t say a damn thing. She looked absolutely breath taking, her hair fell down in soft waves and framed her face, the shade of blue in her dress brought out the small flecks of green in her e/c eyes and brought out her hourglass figure. Her lips were drawn into a natural pout and it was that second it dawned on me she asked me somethin’….shit.  

“whaaaa…….” Nice one Bucky.

Steve, the lil punk, could barely stop himself laughin’, at some point he’d moved to take Becca off Y/n and stood behind y/n with his fist in his mouth to smother his laughter. My best friend ladies and gentlemen. If looks could kill he’d be 10 feet under right now.

“Buck ? I was askin’ if you were okay ?” Y/n’s face showed a tiny bit of confusion and much to my horror amusement, “YeAh I’m okay….” And just at the moment puberty strikes in the form of a voice crack, as if this weren’t embarrassing enough. At this point Steve was barely keeping it together, he had actual tears coming outta his eyes and went bright red in the face tryin’ to stop himsen laughing, in front of me y/n furrowed her eyebrows and did look genuinely concerned for my mental state. She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just looked at me before she lifted her hand to my forehead and held it here for a minute, thank god Steve chose to leave the room before this or I’da never heard the end of it.

“You sure you’re okay, feelin’ a bit warm and ya actin weirder than usual Buck” okay quick say something before this gets even more embarrassing, first thing that pops into ya head in 3,2,1…

“Yeah I’m sure, think I ate somethin’ funky down at the pier, makin’ me real gassy”……why am I like this? Normally I can charm any girl of their feet but with y/n, I’ma bumbling mess.  She didn’t say a damn word, she just raised her eyebrows whilst a small smirk covered her face, before she turned and left me to have a very small breakdown underneath the dining table.

Meaning I let out a noise that sounded like a bear stubbing it’s toe in the middle of winter.

I thought my luck couldn’t get any worse, but nooo old lady luck decided today I needed a second helping, cause the second I did that Y/n walked back into the room. Brilliant. I was too busy stumbling over my words to processes what she was doin’, before I knew it she’d walked back to me and stood on her tip toes….then planted a small kiss on my cheek.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered Barnes”

And just like that, she left me with my jaw on the ground and heart beatin’ outta my chest, cause I’m starting to think that she was right. I’m sure as hell coming down with something, and I’m pretty sure it ain’t a regular ol’ bug…..

SOOO, if you got this far hope you enjoyed it, as always any feed back or constructive criticism is welcome, thank so much for reading and hope you have a great day/night/week.

lots of love

Rose xxx

[coveredinsweetpea]

me and you [ross butler imagine]

A/n: This is cheesy don't mind me. I finally have time to write again and I'll probably be here A LOT so hmu! Let's talk, tell me what you thought!

Summary: Ross comforts you after you receive online hate due to the age gap in your relationship (requested)

"What're you doing over there?" Ross asked, mindlessly walking through the living room. He didn't get you a chance to answer before he walked into the kitchen, only to pop his head back into the room and call for you again, "Babe?" "Hm?" you mumbled, tilting your head in his direction, even if your eyes never actually left the screen of your laptop. "What are you reading?" he questioned, now leaning against the wall, eyes trained on you. "I wanna cook something" you said softly, your attention divided between your boyfriend and the recipes displayed in front of you. "Why?" Ross laughed. "Stop" you scoffed, amused, "Our cheat day turned into a cheat month, and I'm really in the mood for something home cooked and healthy." Still unconvinced about your motives, he reluctantly accepted to help you choose a dish. Eventually, you settled for some fancy stake with brown rice. About half an hour later you were both in the kitchen, laughing your asses off. It all started with Ross trying to fake an Italian accent as he read the instructions for the sauce, and it ended with him posting three different videos of you two to his Instagram story. In the first one, he wasn't completely prepared, and his shyness came to light. His cheeks bright red and the room filled with his nervous laughter - it was definitely your favorite of the three. In the second one, he had gotten a little bit more in character, and he may or may not have done an adorably sweet impression of The Godfather. "He's Italian, right?" Ross laughed over your shoulder, as you watched the videos on his story.

"Yes, he is, babe" you laughed, leaning your head back, "Or was" "Did he die?" he asked, genuine curiosity visible in his eyes. "Haven't you seen the movie?" "Nope" "Well, then I'm not gonna tell you!" you exclaimed, turning around. You discarded his phone, carefully placing it on the counter. Your hands met behind his neck, your fingers intertwining. Ross looked down at you with a smile that was hard to read, but it warmed you up nonetheless. "Tell me" he begged, grabbing your waist and pulling your body flush against his, "I wanna know" "What kind of an asshole girlfriend would I be if I spoiled one of the best movies ever made for you?" Ross cocked his head to the side, and pursed his lips, "Pretty sure you'd still be the best girlfriend...." "Sweet talking won't get you anywhere, babe" you giggled, pulling yourself up on your tip toes. He met you halfway, leaning down to press his lips to yours. It was really sweet at the beginning, even though he tasted like the garlic he swore he didn't steal from your plate. But you didn't really care. The taste faded away quite rapidly, and soon, you were already clinging to his chest, your body asking for more. His tongue pushed past your lips and you welcomed him with no intention to hold back. Much to your dismay, things didn't go any further. At least not until you feasted on the food you worked so hard to make. This was probably one of the most relaxing nights you've had in ages, and were beyond thankful for it. For the past few months, your schedules had been hectic, but you just enjoyed a night in, and in the morning you were ready to head out for breakfast. You and Ross were supposed to meet your parents at a café nearby. Despite the short distance, you two were again running late. You ended up brushing your teeth at the same time, bumping shoulders and playfully bickering until you were actually too late for your own good. Ross had to physically drag you away from your make up table, "Babe, it's just our parents, they won't care when color your eyelids are" "Oh my god" you laughed, and hurried to apply the last touches of mascara, before he wrapped an arm around your middle and pulled you to your feet. "Ok! I'm done, I'm done, let's go!" Giggling, your sprinted to the hallway, hurrying to slip your shoes on. "Where the fuck is my wallet!?" you heard Ross's muffled voice echo through the apartment. "Jeans?" "Which ones?" he yelled back. "Jesus-" you laughed, rolling your eyes, "I have mine, leave it" "What if I need my ID?" Ross asked, finally coming back into your line of sight, eyes all mopey and shoulders all slumped. "What are they gonna do?" you taunted, "Assume you're not old enough to have alcohol for breakfast" "Good, point" he shook his head, and started putting his shoes on. To be fair, this was what most of your days were like, and you loved it. There was a specific air of comfort and acceptance between the two of you that you never had with anyone else. The safety he provided and the love he had for you, were the only things you needed to keep going. About 30 minutes later, you and Ross were seated on a small terrace, across from your parents. It was their idea for all of you to go out today, considering the last season of 13 Reasons Why just dropped, and even if was just a croissant and a cup of tea, it called for celebration. "I've only ever been once to the set" his mother shook her head, sipping on her smoothie, "And I feel like I'm gonna miss everything about it" "I know what you mean!" you smiled, "I've gotten the chance to meet most of the cast and they're all such amazing people!" "They love you, you know?" Ross grinned, elbowing you in the side. "Oh god" you giggled, feeling your cheeks catch a new shade of pink. "It's true" he shook his head, looking at everyone around the table in turn. A devilish smirk popped up on his lips, "Apparently we're perfect together, or something?" Everyone at the table ended up shaking their heads and chuckling at Ross's attempt to make a joke, and it only warmed your heart. Unconsciously, you leaned into him, and cuddled against his side, ignoring the looks yours and his mother gave you as he turned and kissed the top of your head. "We get it" your dad playfully scoffed, "You're young and happy and all that crap. But where are my grandkids?" Although he didn't really have a very exquisite sense of humor, you all laughed, some out of amusement, some out of nervousness. You're sure the parents didn't take it seriously, but the thought of a little Ross running around your apartment brought a ridiculous smile to your lips. The breakfast date didn't last much longer after that. About 30 minutes later, you were in the passenger seat of your car, as Ross drove the two of you home. Out of habit, you pulled out your phone, your thumb mindlessly tapping the Instagram icon. That was when you saw the amount of tags and mentions you had. Thousands of them. Your stomach filled with dread in an instant. This was never good. And even so, you still always checked what people had to say. You were not a celebrity, having people talk about you still made your skin crawl. When the comments were good, you'd just get a rush of anxiety that you started to manage better and better over the last few months, but when the comments are bad, it feels like your lungs are on the edge of collapse. And that was the case now. You only got a chance to read a few comments, all of them, without exception, picking at the age gap between the two of you. Your eyes watered instantly, forcing you to lock your phone and turn your head towards the window. "Hey, baby girl" Ross called lovingly, placing his hand of your thigh, "You good?" You just nodded. "Tell me, love" he pushed, squeezing your leg, "Come on" "I'm fine" "Obviously you're not, angel" "I'm good" you repeated yourself, and forced a fake smile. You did your best but it wasn't enough to fool him. However, he did drop the topic. The rest of the car ride was spent in perfect silence. But once you got inside, you felt him eager to pick the topic back up. So, you did the only thing that you felt was able to help you dodge the situation, and excused yourself, claiming you needed a shower after spending so much time in the sun. It would have been a great lie, but it was 11am on a cloudy July morning, you all had breakfast under a big umbrella that kept you cool in its shadow, and the AC in the car kept the unwanted high temperatures away from you. As you jumped into the shower, you hoped Ross wouldn't look too much into it. As the water poured down your body, you let your mind wonder. It was not a wise choice. If his fans managed to only find flaws about you and bring them forward, you had the upper hand - you knew yourself, and knew all the other flaws you had, the ones they couldn't pick apart. But you could. And that was what you did. For at least an hour, you soaked yourself in hot water, feeding all the negative thoughts that consumed you. When you finally decided to get out of the shower, you were by no means in a better mental state, but you didn't want to let Ross see that. Even though you had some specific opinions about yourself, you felt like opening up about them only made you a victim. So you decided against it. You got dressed up, put on one of your own shirts instead of his', something you never did inside the house, and then walked in the living room. Although you felt like ignoring him, you knew that would only raise suspicions. "What're you up to?" you asked, as you stopped right before you headed into the kitchen. Ross hadn't heard you come in, and only looked up when your voice reached his ears. "I was productive" he grinned, standing up from the couch. "Oh, what did you do?" He laughed, and walked over, "Literally nothing" Quite impossible for you to understand how his little dumb lines like these, could always make you loosen up. Of course, he noticed your faint smile hid a lot, so he leaned down to kiss your forehead and placed his fingers under your chin to get you to look up at him, "I'm not gonna ask what you were mad about earlier, because I know" "Ross-" you tried to excuse yourself, and pull away from his hold, but he was by no means having it. "You know you're my whole fucking world, ok?" he said softly, his breath fanning over your skin, "I'm the only one that gets to decide who's good for me. Falling in love with you is only up to me. Not them, ok?" "I know..." you sighed, your insecurities overwhelming you again. "But?" he nudged you, obviously aware of how much you were holding back. "But what if you're wrong?" "What do you mean, wrong?" Ross questioned, his eyebrows furrowed. "What if you only think I'm good for you? What if they're right, and you just can't see it?" He sighed, obviously deeply hurt by the lack of trust and confidence you showed, "They're not right, I'm 100% sure. But even if they were, I'd have to see for myself, wouldn't I?" "Even if what they're saying is more rational?" you asked, voice all choked up by the lump in  your throat. "I'm not gonna listen to anyone talk shit about the woman I love" he explained, "I really do see myself living the rest of my life by your side, what's a stranger gonna do? Convince me otherwise? Right now, in my life, you come first. Anyone could come and tell me anything they wanted, and still, it wouldn't change the way I feel about you. My opinion on you is based on what I know, on who you are, and you're the only one that could ever change it" His words managed to get to you, and although your knees were weak, you were still not quite there yet. "What if that's what's gonna happen? More time will pass and you'll see I'm not right for you" "That's how relationships work, love" Ross shook his head, "And it certainly does not have anything to do with you being younger than me." Too many things were coming at you at once. He made a good point, but your mind was already drunk on all the possibilities, and on all the things that could go wrong. Accepting that he might actually be right, and acknowledging the fact that in your current state, you couldn't possibly think straight, you hoped he'd understand you when you ask to continue this conversation later in the day. "We can talk about this whenever you want, baby girl" he said, and unlike before, now he sounded defeated. As if he realized he did not manage to et his point across, and that you were still down. If you had your eyes open, you would've probably noticed hurt in his expression when he failed to lift your spirits, but your vision was clouded and all you did was leave the room without a single word. What was hard now, was the fact that deep down, a part of you knew he was right, and that he made a legitimately fair point, and that of all things, breaking up was the last thing you wanted. But you backed out of situation like these before, and all you did in the end was regret your choices. Regret the fact you didn't fight and didn't believe the person next to you, who spent their days proving just how much you mean to them. Exhausted and in need of a break, you opened up your phone to call your best friend. When the screen lit up, your Instagram feed popped up, refreshing as it hasn't been used in hours. Out of habit, you allowed the posts to load, and thank god you did.

Words could not describe the storm of emotions taking place inside your belly. You knew Ross, knew he would never lie, deceive or manipulate, and the fact that he posted that for his 8.5M followers to see, had to mean something. And when you checked the time, you saw that the picture was posted while you were still in the shower, before that little conversation you tow had. As cliché as it sounds, it really did it for you. Him standing up for you in front of his own fans, meant everything in that moment. You only realized you stormed into the living room when you were already slumping down into the couch, grabbing Ross's hand into your own. "Thank you" was all that came out of your mouth, despite the monstrous battle of thoughts that was going on inside your head. "For what, baby?" he asked, voice all soft and loving as he leaned his head to the side. "I saw the post and I wanted to th-" "Don't thank me for that, ok?" he cut you off, his free hand coming up to guide your chin. He searched for you with his stare, and only continued to talk after your eyes met his, "I didn't do it because I thought that was what you wanted. I felt like doing it. I did it for you, because you're my girl, and I hate seeing you down. And I did it for me too, because there is no chance in hell I'm ever allowing anyone to poke into our private business like that" As stray tears roamed down your cheeks, a small giggle came out too, "I feel kinda stupid, you know?" you snorted, "I don't know why I needed to hear you say this to everyone. It should have been enough that you said it to me. I'm sorry" His eyes softened even more as he opened his arms. You crawled over, and rested against his chest. In this position, where we felt the safest in the world, you started to wonder how on earth you even doubted him. "Listen to me-" Ross said sweetly but with an affirming tone. "Fears and insecurities? We're working through them. Together. Whatever it is, I got you. You're my world, Y/n, the love of my life, I really want the best for you. I have a lot to learn, but I really wanna make you the happiest. I am always here for you, and always will be, ok? I really need to know you know that" "You're an angel" you nodded, cuddling deeper into his chest, "I love you" "You're the angel" Ross laughed, playing with your hair, "And no more hiding, ok? It's me and you, that's it" "Me and you"

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Partners- Reader x Hybrid!Maknae line

A/N: Don't know if ill write more and make a Lil series or keep this as a drabble

WC: 4k

Warnings:Fluff, possible smut if i continue. 

Rated: PG 13 i guess

After another long day at your shitty desk job as a secretary, you were on your way out when you get stopped by the department head.

“Hey Y/N, I'm glad I caught you!”

You inwardly groaned. All you wanted to do was to go home to your beautiful hybrid who you knew would no doubt whine about you coming home late. 1000 bucks says Mark was here to tell you that you would be delaying that peace a little longer.

“Mark please I am tired and I already worked two hours over today”

“Sorry Y/N. I have to stay too. We are expecting some big shot from the main branch and you and I get to personally oversee all things pertaining to him when he gets here. He’s gearing up to take over HQ as the new CEO”

“Oh my- No way.”

“Yup. Jackson Wang”

“Damn. well, he is super hot so I'm doing it for him, not you. When do we need what?” 

“He doesn't get in till next week so we will have time to prepare. Just letting yo know you can pass on the DRASS project to Amaya.”

“What no way that project is mine, it's literally all I've worked on for months-”

“And I know you were super excited to fly back to Kenya to help those people and see it through. I promise you will get full credit but We need this, trust me Jackson says he wants to pick his personal team from within the company. If we do well enough this will be the push we need and could select us as candidates.- You have a hybrid right? well, I have a family of five, and having extra money in the bank whether it's just a bonus for this or a whole new position will help us both and you know it.”

“okay” You relented with a sigh taking the folder from his hands.

“You should rest up this weekend so that we can meet up a little early next week to go over what needs to get done and how we can prepare for everything.”

“so i can go home now?”

Mark chuckles and nods. “ Run along, give your boy a hug from me” Mark kisses your forehead as has been the norm and walks away with a small wave towards his own car.

Leaving the office you groan after seeing the traffic. It was going to be a slow crawl in the car for like an hour before you make it back home.

“Y/N!” You didn't even unlock the door before you were bombarded with the full weight of the handsome hybrid you share a home with.

“Where were you? I was waiting for you for so long. I got us dinner but its all cold now” His voice a little muffled as he spoke into your hair.

“oh what did you eat?”

Taehyungs tummy growled.

 “I didn't. I wanted us to eat together because i got Lasagne, your favourite.” His tail which was wrapped around you as he had hugged you fell to the floor in sadness.

“I’m so sorry Tae.” You looked up to find his ears flattened on his head as his arms drop from your shorter frame. 

Taehyung’s eyes meet yours as he feels how your guilt seems to seep through and he gives you his beautiful signature boxy smile before picking you up and carrying you into your apartment.

“It’s okay Y/N we can reheat it.”

You kiss him on the check and go into your room to change into something comfortable before joining Tae back in the kitchen and sitting on one of the stools.

“Wine M’lady.” Taehyung poured two glasses and reached for your hand leading you to the couch.

“c’mon it will take a while to heat nicely in the oven.”

You nodded and followed him hi sat first then pat his lap. You looked at him questioningly.

“First my favourite meal and then expensive wine? It's not my birthday Tae.By the way this wine is like 1922 grade $400 bucks stuff how in the world did you get some?”

Taehyung chuckled.“I just wanna sit and cuddle with you and have a nice evening together plus you smell like a squirrel.”

You caved and snuggled beside Taehyung instead of on his lap but he just pulled you closer to him nuzzling your hair and drawing little patterns on your arms.

You inwardly facepalmed, of course, Tae’s sensitive nose picks up on all the people from work and apparently most pungently your intern who had sent his Squirrel hybrid to give in some documents to you halfway through a meeting - “I can go take a shower-”

“No don't go please i just missed you a lot today is all.”

“ You sure? Nothing else? Nothing bothering you?”

“Nothing at all.”

It was not nothing.

Taehyung had spent the better part of the morning crying his eyes out after overhearing your conversation to Seokjin. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, in fact, he was going to come and give you a hug good morning but what he heard made him stop dead in his tracks. 

“He’s a beautiful Calico cat Y/N, i think that it could be a good match for you. You did say you had always wanted a cat right? well this is your chance and he will dote on you hand and foot- you work too much honestly when do you take time to read and breathe?”

Tae robotically walked away tail tucked in between his legs and retreated to the bathroom He didn't bother with the rest of the conversation he was just numb. He turned on the shower but made no other moves towards actually showering. All he could think of was that maybe you were trying to replace him, that he wasn't enough for you or maybe that he was just too much and you didn't love him anymore. He heard you knock on the door announcing your departure for work but he couldn't bring himself to respond. After crying for what felt like hours Tae looked at his phone. You had sent a message.

“Tae,

Had to leave early,U might not have heard me in the shower.Take care. Y/N”

Taehyung felt morose. No “I love you” or cute emoji. He sighed and went to your room. Laying on your bed he snuggled up to one of your pillows and managed to fall asleep. It ended up only being a nap as Taehyung woke around an hour later. Eyes still puffy and with a sniffle, he sat up determined and decided to do something special for you.

“Hey Hyung”

“What do you wan- Is Y/N Okay? Did you start a fire again?”

Taehyung deadpanned. “Hyung that was one time!”

“Okay, what's wrong little brother?”

Taehyung whined. he felt the beginnings of tears stirring up again.

“come over. Hoseok has a day off today. Or do you just wanna talk to me?”

“I’ll be right there”

Yoongi sighed rubbing his fingers over his temples. Hoseok was currently now consoling his little brother who after regaling his story managed to upset himself and break down into full-blown tears again.

“I knew something was up I *Hic* didn't think she, we would ever be apart” 

Yoongi sat on Taehyungs opposite side and pulled him into a hug after wiping some of his tears.

“It’s just a big misunderstanding okay she is just working really hard she’s not trying to abandon you.”

“Hyung you don't know that. Easy for you to say because you have Hoseok- Hyung.”

“And it's only because of her that I got adopted by him remember? She wanted us both but she didn't have the means to look after both of us so she called all her friends willing to take a hybrid on and then she said that she was sorry she couldn't do more but at least we would be able to see each other. She’s the reason we can still talk, see each other despite being separated, and hang out.”

Hoseok nods, “She got an extra bed in your room too for Yoongi to come to stay over whenever he wanted and she gave him the spare key remember? I don't even have a spare and I've known her longer-”

“she likes us better” Taehyung and Yoongi snapped to Hoseok at the same time.

Hoseok laughed. “well glad to know where I stand. I wouldn't hold it against you if you moved now, she earns enough to support you now...so if-”

Yoongi smiled “You would be hopeless without me and you know it.”

Hoseok scratched behind Yoongi’s ears and with a smile, he began “Well if you want my advice on this-”

“We don’t,” The hybrid brothers said again in unison.

Hoseok rolled his eyes and mumbled about getting something to eat and calling Seokjin to figure out what was going on.

Yoongi’s heart was aching for Taehyung. He wanted nothing more than to see his beautiful smile again.

“Y/N likes Lillies why don't you buy her some and like welcome her with those and some chocolates or something when she gets home?”

Taehyung sighed. “I thought about that but it feels too simple and like something anyone could come up with.” His eyes glazed over to the Tv where a couple was horseriding on a ranch. Immediately Taehyung lit up.

” That's it!”

“Tae we can't buy a horse ranch, even with all three of us chipping in”

“Not the ranch Hyung. Y/N likes this special wine that you can only get at a few places. If I get her a bottle and cook her a fancy dinner she can remember why she only needs me.”

Hoseok came back to the living room.

“oh, I have a bottle from the last time we went to the ranch as a group the chateau right? I was gonna wait for her birthday and surprise her but you can have it Tae,”

Taehyung glomped Hoseok in gratitude.

“cant breathe Tae”

“sorry.”

Yoongi stood up scrolling on his phone. “what did Soekjin say?”

Taehyungs smile dropped and his face morphed into nervous worry. Yoongi placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder expecting bad news from the way he reacted.

“He is out of town for the weekend. Some big trip so I could only leave a voicemail. It’s probably nothing. Anyway, you should go on and get dinner ready for Y/N before she gets home right?”

Taehyung brightened a little and skilled nodding. Before he left Yoongi said he should probably order food so he doesn't poison you or set the place on fire. He left feeling optimistic and hopeful that he could mend things with you. He wanted to help take better care of you he promised himself.

You woke up to the smell of burnt pancakes and Hot chocolate. Following the scent, you found Tae in the kitchen attentively staring at the pancake until a small ding went off on his phone. Shutting off the timer he placed a layer of batter where the last pancake just lay and set the timer again. You watched him fondly before he plated this one and poured honey over it. Putting the plate on a tray with the precut fruits and hot chocolate his ears went up as he sniffed the air. Turning around he saw you in the doorframe.

“Y/N...i-i made breakfast” He hastily grabbed your hand and led you back to you room tucking you in, before rushing out and bringing the tray with him.

Your heart swelled at this blessing of a man in front of you and he watched with rapt attention as you cut off a piece of the pancake before placing it in your mouth.

“How is it?” His ears sagged over his head expecting rejection.

“I can make you an omelet instead if you-”

“Taehyung it's the best pancake I’ve ever eaten.”

He buried his face in your pillow at your praise, tail wagging happily. You offered him a strawberry and a piece of the pancake and he hummed happily.

After sharing breakfast together you spent the day spring cleaning together before spending the rest of the day on a movie marathon. On Sunday You were both invited to game night at Hoseoks and You and Tae were a dynamite team as usual with Yoongi coming in to troll Hoseok much to his displeasure.

“I look forward to working with you further Mr wang.” you held out your hand. Jackson laughed and gave you a hug instead. 

“No way just call me Jackson. I’ve been friends with Mark forever so any friend of his is a friend of mine, also you come at a right recommendation, which is surprising cos he can be a bit of a downer.”

“I’m right here you know!” 

“I’m so grateful for you for doing this at such last minute. i know it was a lot to organise in the given time frame Y/N.” 

“Not at all, Mr wa- Jackson.”

You all stayed in his office with some comfortable banter before going home.

Taehyung called over to you and began to advance happily towards you before he stopped and sniffed you strangely. You wanted to ask him what the problem was but your phone chimed. it was Soekjin- he was calling you. You declined the call because you remembered you needed to tell Tae what was going on so that you could get his opinion on things.

“It might be urgent, if he keeps calling you like that. Go see what your human friend wants.”

“Do you not like Jin? Since when? Tae what’s-”

“You’ve been talking a lot to whoever lately and you smell like a new scent and a hybrid and I feel tired so I’ll probably just go hang out at Hyung’s.”

“No wait Taehyung I’m not trying to have secrets or hide anything from you but there is something important I need to tell you.”

Taehyung huffed and went to go sit down as you took his hands in yours. He looked like how you found him 2 years ago a wounded puppy with eyes full of love and brimming with sadness.

“Things are a bit crazy at the shelter and Jin needs help in housing some of the Hybrids temporarily. Some can go to other shelters but some need a more... loving environment, calmer without the more violent hybrids sharing with the weaker type ones. I offered to take two of them in while he figures everything out. I know its a lot and if you don't want to, we will just stay just us but if Jin is overcrowded he’s at risk of getting shut down and then they could all end up on the streets I-”

“It's okay.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“It's just temporary, right? I can understand that we shouldn't let anyone be on the streets if we can help.”

“really? you’re fine with this?”

“It’s...I will be able to deal with it. But I want strawberry cake and I’m not sharing”

“Of course Tae. Guess I should call Jin and tell him the great news!” You chirped and went to grab your phone. You didn't notice the sheer rejection that he tried to hold in.

Jungkook and Jimin stood behind Jin. The latter holding Jin’s shirt as he explained some of the pills he had brought along for their nutrition and bringing along some bags with groceries. You reached to take it and Jungkook took them all in your stead silently trying to minimize eye contact with you.

“Thank you Jungkookie.”

Embarrased, Jungkook stuttered out. “I-Its the least I can do after you are being so kind.” You practically melted and pet the Muscle bunny softly at the base of his ears and he stomped his foot a little and grinned showing his toothy smile.

Jimin, not to be outdone, said he could help you pack everything away and let go of Jin who was trying to remain them of something that they were tuning out in their silent contest to impress you. You tried to place a jar on a shelf too high and fell back into JK who caught you and placed it up for you instead. Jimin began whining that he could have done it for you but he was busy with the things in the fridge.

Taehyungs loud sneeze broke up the rowdy lot of you.

Jungkook gripped your waist in fear and stayed behind you as you faced Taehyung. Jimin in shock had hit his head on the shelf of the fridge and tried to catch some of the items that threatened to spill out.

Tehyung seeing Jungkook’s hand on your waist had yanked you out of his grasp and began scenting you and sending a snarl their way.

You sighed. This was how Taehyungs been acting ever since you started the project with Jackson. Pretty much anything could set him off but you felt bad because you should have been more understanding of how this may look in his eyes.

“ Jin, Rabbit, feline”

“Tae, Longtime! Sorry if we woke you. this is Jungkook he's a black Holland Lop and Jimin is a calico cat.”

“I’m Y/N’s Siberian husky.” Tae said to the other two before looking back to Jin.

“ I was awake- Hyung i was finishing the laundry for the new...guests.”

You spun around in his arms to face him. Petting his ears as he cooed into your touch “Aww Tae I told you I’d manage it”

Jin’s ringtone killed the silence and he dashed out telling you to call if any problems arose.

Thereafter you got the boys settled into Taehyung’s room. With a sigh you went and faceplanted into your sheets only to have Taehyung come and crawl beside you. After half an hour when you tried to get up Taehyung just grumbled and  held you tighter.”

“Tae i have to go to”

“work I know” He said with a sigh reluctantly letting you go. 

“Today’s a chilled day we will be done early. Besides, you guys can use this time to bond and make friends.” At his whine, you kissed the top of his head. “ please? For me, try?” 

Six weeks later all of you have somewhat of a comfortable rythym in the household. On a day off you decided it would be fun to go to the beach. Jimin offered to pack a picnic for everyone and Jungkook and Taehyung were moody on the drive over because they didn't think of it first. You had also told him since he was so helpful he could sit in the passenger seat and Jimin spent the whole ride grinning like the cat who got the cream.

Once there you were happy to let the boys wander off to their heart's content after setting up your belongings under a beach umbrella.

Jungkook had other plans. He worked very hard on his physique and although shy he still remembers the first time he came back shirtless from a run and found you on the couch. You tried to hide it but He knows you checked him out and you were definitely attracted to him the way your eyes hungrily racked over his body. Since that day he would be on the lookout for any golden opportunities to be close to you. Honestly, Taehyung had it made. You were kind, smart, hardworking, and breathtakingly beautiful. So often he dreamt of you as his and he knew the others thought the same. Officially though he was still a foster, Jimin had reminded him that morning and their place here wasn't secured so Jimin said he was gonna up the Ante. At first, Jungkook ignored him and went to shower but when he emerged to the sound of you praising Jimin for coming up with such a cute and thoughtful idea, He knew he needed a plan of his own. 

Taehyung excused himself for the bathroom and Jimin was looking around for the cooler box. He decided to go and check in the car leaving Jungkook alone with you. This was his moment. He stripped himself of his shirt and innocently asked if you would come to the water with him. He rationalized his need for an escort being that he was not used to such big crowds of people and thus managed to convince you out of your sundress to reveal your bikini and guide him by the hand towards the water.

Jungkook was Jungshook at the two-piece and how you looked in it enjoying the view until some guy came out trying to talk to you. That snapped him out of his daze and he flung you over his shoulder and bolted into the water trying to shield your body for his admiration alone. You were having a ball of a time and Jungkook got to stay near you and hold you claiming to save you from sharks if you found any.

Jimin had stomped away to the car and after retrieving the cooler box which he was pretty sure Jungkook was supposed to carry happily bounded to the store to get ice for the drinks on the way back. He also spotted a local artist doing caricatures and thought to remember to bring you over later for a couple picture together. He knew you weren't a couple but Jimin was smitten for you. He was slightly confused as to why Tae didn't have a romantic relationship with you, or at least you weren't his mate so he still had a shot. The only thing in his way now was the little maknae and his cute bunny-like stupid smile and ‘helpful groping’. Jungkook certainly wasn't shy in trying to subtle scent you when you were distracted anymore, not like how it was when they first arrived. No, they had gone from not trying to interfere with your and Tae’s relationship to wanting their own with you, a romantic one. The mystery now was why arent you and Taehyung together? Was it because he was a hybrid or was he just not the right guy? did you reject Taehyung before? Did you get rejected by Taehyung and now he regrets it and wants you back? Jimin didn’t care he wanted you and that was final. Even if you never returned his feelings even just being by your side could be enough for him, enough that he could get over sharing your affection with Taehyung after all he was the first even if he hates to admit it.

Taehyung almost dropped the Icecream cones in his hands.

 Its been so long since you two had come to the beach, in fact, the last time was when Yoongi had hinted at you two being an adorable couple. Taehyung had gotten you ice cream to share and you had some dribble down from your mouth to your chin. Taehyung did it before his brain was able to process the action, he licked a stripe from your chin to your lips lingering for a second before placing a chaste kiss there. You were embarrassed, to say the least, and Tae hid his own embarrassment by getting up to toss a ball back to a bunch of kids playing volleyball. When he came back he noticed you with some of Yoongi’s cocktail and the two of you managed to finish the jug just between the two of you. Later at home Yoongi and Hoseok took to the twin beds in Tae’s room and you pulled him into your room. Tae had discovered you were really handsy and although he wanted you so badly you were both too drunk to do more than sleep after a sloppy makeout session. The next morning you had woken up first and Left some water and ibuprofen with an apple by his side. His morning wood making him panic in short horror prompting a quick cold shower. While he discarded his clothes he saw your underwear that you had slept in still coated in fragments of your arousal, on top of the laundry hamper and grabbed it as he stepped in the shower. It was the first time he had taken your underwear.

Yoongi had told him then to let you bring it up- the idea of you guys figuring out what you want moving forward as it was clear to him and Hoseok that you two were lusting after one another but was it anything more? Taehyung was in the midst of figuring out his feelings for you and what everything meant and how things were going to be different but you came in the apartment with breakfast goodies in tow. You managed to still look effortlessly beautiful in the morning and Tae was so happy that you got him his favourite things for breakfast from your waffle house.

“Tae, I’m so sorry about yesterday i was super drunk”

“I was drunk too Y/N its fi-”

“No it’s I'm sorry can we just forget this all happened i don't want to loose you Tae I love you. Can we move on please?”

Taehyungs heart shattered across the floor but he nodded and to put insult to injury you kissed his cheek before scolding Hobi for drinking The hot chocolate you meant for Taehyung and yourself.

“I’m sorry lil bro. If you wanna stay with us we can share my room, i have a double bed and Hobi can-”

“Its okay Yoongi- Hyung. I can keep it together for now, ill give it some time and if that doesn't work I’ll confess and we work from there. For now, her loving me is enough, even if its just friends. This love and adoration from her is enough.”

It’s Not Fucking Enough. Not anymore. That was then when he had you all to himself, No new boss keeping you at work always hugging you, No Bunny, no Cat. No it was war now, and Tae has just about reached his limit.

[fresh-outta-jams]

Plastic Heart - Part 21

Namjoon x Reader Author: Admin Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: Hey, so I know it’s been like a literal YEAR since I’ve worked on this, but I wanted to give you guys some more content and wrap up the story. This may or may not be the last I write of this. I’m not sure, but I was kind of winding down to the end of this when I was still actively working on it anyway. Keep your eyes peeled for the Epilogue. Warnings: None? Word Count: 2k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

A few months passed and your birthday was rapidly approaching. Namjoon was in a panic. He didn’t know what to get you. He’d get you BTS’ new album, but you already had it. He couldn’t get you the BTS Funko Pops because then, you’d just have more living toys running around your already-chaotic apartment.

Jin, currently, was in the kitchen baking a cake. He’d become human a few nights before, and just in time to learn how to make cake before your birthday. So, he was practicing. At the moment, he was putting a crumb coat on a lemon cake, as he’d learned from the internet.

“Jin, I don’t know what to get her.” Namjoon said, pacing around the kitchen. “She’s everything to me and I don’t even know what to get her for her birthday.”

“She will love whatever you get her, I promise. She loves you to pieces, Joon. It’s your first time celebrating ANY birthday, let alone hers.”

Namjoon took a breath, nodding. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“He IS right.” Yoongi piped up from his seat in the other room. “You’re overthinking it. Just go to the store and pick out something she’d like. A new sweatshirt or some movies or something. She’s not picky.”

“Or!” Hoseok ran into the kitchen, followed by Jimin. They were still only a foot tall each, but they were looking to change that as soon as possible. The remaining four had agreed to turn one by one, though, as not to overwhelm you with new human roommates. Plus, you were still looking for a bigger apartment to house everyone in. Your cozy little one bedroom was already too small for the four human inhabitants you had so far.

“You could make her something! You know, something from the heart!” Hoseok continued.

Jimin nodded. “I know she’d appreciate that.”

“That’s a good idea…” Namjoon thought, rubbing his chin. “I don’t think I have the skill to make anything, though…”

He was going to continue, but there was a knock on the door. Namjoon walked to answer it. When he pulled it open, Melody was waiting there, holding a reusable shopping bag full of champagne bottles.

“Oh, hey Melody, come on in.”

“I’ll be quick. I just have drinks for the party tomorrow. Figured I’d drop them off because I’m gonna be a bit late.”

“Yeah, of course. You can just set them on the counter.” Namjoon pointed back towards the kitchen, where Jin was still diligently working.

Melody stopped at the sight of him, staring for a long time. Namjoon chuckled a little at her reaction. You had mentioned Melody was a Jin fangirl.

“H-hi. Have we met?” Melody asked, brushing a piece of hair out of her face.

Jin looked up at her with wide eyes. “Um, no, not yet.” It was technically a lie. He vividly remembered the night when she, Ella, and Luna had slept over and he’d been in Melody’s perfect hands all night. “My name is Jin.”

Melody was stuck, staring at him with stars in her eyes. So distracted by his handsome face that she didn’t even notice Hoseok and Jimin quietly sneak back to your bedroom. “I’m Melody.”

Seizing the moment, Jin stepped forward and took Melody’s hand in his, kissing the back of it. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” She stared for another long quiet patch, her cheeks bright red, before he finally remembered her task. She set the champagne on the counter, giggling through her embarrassment and the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. “Um, well, I’ve gotta go, uh, do homework. See you guys later!”

She rushed out the front door, positive if she spent one more second with Mr. Handsome, she’d explode.

“Smooth.” Yoongi noted, saluting Jin. “Well done. And nice fake name, by the way. Aren’t we supposed to be throwing people off our scent?”

“It just slipped out!” Jin retorted. “She’s...beautiful.”

“Can we focus here? The party’s tomorrow, and I still don’t know-”

“Tell you what, let’s go out shopping right now and pick out something for your girlfriend. I’ll help. I think I have excellent judgement.” Yoongi stood up from his chair and slipped on his hat and mask.

“Good idea.” Namjoon nodded. He checked his phone real quick before slipping it into his pocket. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Yoongi nodded. “Jin, don’t burn the place down while we’re gone.”

Jin laughed. “No promises.”

***

You got home about an hour later. Namjoon and Yoongi were still out. You stopped at the mailbox outside and brought in the one thing inside it: a single envelope that said it was from your Aunt Matilda. She was your favorite aunt, the one who had inadvertently sent you on this whole journey to begin with. If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t have your amazing boyfriend at all.

You sat down on the couch to open it, but were interrupted by a stubby little arm poking at your ankle. You reached down and lifted Koya onto your lap, petting his little head.

“How was your day today, Koya? Did your uncles take good care of you?”

“Of course we did, (Y/N),” said Tae. “We’re the best uncles ever.”

“Indeed you are. How silly of me.” You chuckled. “Do you know where Namjoon is?”

“He and Yoongi went out.” Tae answered, climbing up onto the couch. “To do some ~secret shopping~...”

“Oooh, secret shopping, huh?” You raised an eyebrow, chuckling as Koya got comfortable, already asleep on your leg. “Sounds interesting.”

You opened the envelope and pulled out not only a note written in your aunt’s gorgeous cursive handwriting, but also a necklace. It had a black chord, a blue crystal dangling from the pendant on it. You admired it for a moment before putting it on, and then you unfolded the note to read it.

“My dear (Y/N),

Happy Birthday! I am so proud of you. You’ve grown into such a beautiful young woman. You are more powerful than you know. I see so much of myself in you and I’m beyond proud to call you my niece.

The necklace I enclosed was one I owned when I was your age. It served me well, and I hope it will serve you also.

I see so much greatness in your future. I hope you have fun on your next trip around the sun.

Blessed be,

Aunt Matilda”

She was cryptic, but she always had been. You smiled and folded the note, letting your fingers drift to the necklace hanging around your neck. Maybe you were going crazy, but you swore you felt it vibrating faintly.

While you were thinking about it, though, you heard a key in the door, and it opened, revealing your beautiful boyfriend and Yoongi, each of them holding a handful of bags.

“Aaah! Baby, close your eyes!” Namjoon said, and you laughed, lifting your hands to cover your eyes.

“They’re closed.”

“Okay, good. I’ll be right back. Stay put.” He said. You heard his voice as he walked past you. You heard him rummaging around a bit in the other room, and then he returned, his large hands gently removing yours from their spots in front of your face. When you could finally see him again, he was crouched down in front of you, the softest look in his eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just missed you.” He replied, taking your face in both of his large hands and kissing your forehead gently.

You laughed. “It’s only been a few hours.”

“I know.” He motioned for you to get up, so you did, and he engulfed you in a hug, Koya cuddled between you. You snuggled deeper into his broad chest. Never did you think this would be your reality, but it was. You were dating the sweetest, kindest guy in the entire world, and the fact that he looked and sounded like your bias of seven years was just the icing on the cake. You couldn’t wait for your birthday and all of the birthdays after it, as long as you had Namjoon by your side.

***

The next night, all of your friends came over for your birthday party. Jin had made a beautiful cake, and there was plenty of pizza, pop, and alcohol to keep the good times rolling. Namjoon doted on your every want and need, making sure you were happy and well-cared for on every level.

“Namjoon, I am FINE. I don’t need anything else.”

“Okay. Just checking. It’s my girl’s big day after all.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer, kissing your forehead.

“Happy birthday!!!” Ella called, walking into the apartment with presents and a few bags of chips. “Let’s get this party started!!”

Yoongi set up a speaker and started playing the party playlist he’d put together, and you started dancing with the others, bopping around the kitchen. Hoseok, Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook were all in your bedroom with Koya, but you hoped they were having a good time, too.

It looked like Jin and Melody were hitting it off. You weren’t surprised. Melody had been a Jin stan since the dawn of time, so although your Jin didn’t look EXACTLY like Seokjin of BTS, he was as close as she was ever going to get, probably.

Namjoon watched you happily dancing and smiled to himself. So much had happened since he met you. He remembered a time not so long ago when he’d been a foot tall and made of plastic, hopelessly crushing on someone who didn’t even know he was alive. And then there was the fateful day where Taehyung sneezed and changed your whole lives. He’d been standing on your dresser, trying to calm you down. He’d been so tiny then, he reminisced, laughing softly. He had no idea what was in store for him, then, the giant world he was destined to join.

He wanted to be your boyfriend so bad that he’d manifested an entire new life for himself. One where you and him could FINALLY be together, and he couldn’t imagine things any other way.

“You okay?” You asked, gently tilting his face up towards you.

He was sitting in a chair, taking a little breather and staring at you with a familiar look on his face. “Of course I’m okay. Why?”

“You’ve got your thinky face on.” You laughed, moving his arm so you could sit in his lap.

His arms snaked around your waist and he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Just thinking is all.”

“About what?”

“You. It’s always you.” His deep voice murmured, his chest rumbling softly as he said it. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Thank you.” You kissed the end of his nose and then his cheek, right on his perfect little dimple.

“Cake time!” Jin declared, lighting the candles. He was eager for people to try his baking.

You stood up from Joon’s lap and walked over to the lit cake. Joon followed, lacing his fingers through yours.

“Make a wish,” he whispered, squeezing your hand.

You mulled over it for a second and then you smiled, leaning forward to blow out the candles in one puff. As soon as the smoke started to rise, the necklace your aunt had given you glowed. You stared at it in shock, unsure of what it meant. It was then that the door to your bedroom opened, and a life size pink-haired Jungkook peeked out. He tentatively walked towards the kitchen, followed by Jimin, Tae, and Hoseok, all of them human.

“(Y/N)...” Ella asked, staring at them. “What the fuck did you wish for?”

“Noona, something weird happened.” Jungkook said, happy tears welling in his eyes. He pulled you in for a giant hug, which you gladly gave him.

“Yeah, you don’t say.” You giggled.

“I’m gonna be busy, aren’t I?” Luna laughed, shaking her head.

“I think we all are.” Yoongi added.

“What’s happening?” Melody asked.

Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s a long story…”

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[horansqueen]

You & Me : chapter 31

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.3k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- notes: not many ppl give me feedbacks these days so idk if ppl are losing interest or just busy but yea, i miss it. also, i know i normally update every other day but most likely, my next chapter will be up sunday and not saturday because i have plans! thanks!

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Chapter 31 : His chapter

NIALL

I had everything packed for days but I had hidden all my stuff in a wardrobe, in my room. Still, my eyes always moved there by themselves as if i was dreading all of this. It was like that specific wardrobe was on fire and I had simply closed the door and ignored it. I didn't want to think about being away from her.

I had spent all my time with Olivia when I was not at rehearsal but I already missed her. I had no idea how tough it would be to be away from her for weeks but I knew it was going to be bad. We often ended up at my place just to cuddle and watch tv simply because it was easier and we didn't have to always check if we were papped or recognized. We also didn't have to stop ourselves from showing each other affection which was a good thing because I knew we'd have to restrain our impulses when she'd join me on tour.

I felt her foot run up my leg under the table and put my gaze back on her, making her smile as she held her glass of wine up.

"You're not listening to me, are you?"

My lips parted and she chuckled, taking a sip of her glass. It was her third one and I grabbed my own, tilting it a bit to make the dark liquid move as I looked at it.

"I'm sorry, pet, what were you saying?" I asked, looking up in her eyes as she sent me a sad smile.

"Just that I'm jealous you're going to Ireland." she pointed out. "And without me, too."

My heart ached at the thought and I moved closed on the table, leaning my elbows on it.

"Come with me. I want to start this tour with you."

Her eyes went soft and she tilted her head on the side, glancing down at her hand before looking up at me and I just knew she was going to refuse. I could also read in her eyes that she wanted to come, and that the answer she had to give me really hurt her.

"I can't. We start filming in 2 days. I have a scenes and I have to check the text and everything." she explained before sighing. "I wish I could come, though, I miss it."

I felt something twist in my heart but I was not sure if it was because she couldn't come with me or because she was about to spend time with her ex fiance. Perhaps it was a bit of both, and when I felt her foot move up my leg under the table again, I held my breath.

"So I hate to ask but, how do you feel about playing the girlfriend of the man you were supposed to marry?" I wondered, putting my glass back on the table and leaning against my chair.

Her eyes dropped to her plate and her foot moved away from my leg. The atmosphere felt heavy suddenly and I had the feeling that she didn't expect me to ask this question. It was our last dinner together and I had made sure I cooked something she loved, turn down the lights with the dimmer, bought her fave wine and put music in the background. But I was ruining it at the moment and it bothered me.

"I didn't know when I should tell you I just..." she sighed and looked up in my eyes, tilting her head. "I texted Dylan and I'm supposed to go for dinner with him tomorrow night, after you leave."

I put my fork back in my plate and frowned, pressing my lips together. "Should I worry?"

"No. But it's important that we have a good connection.. or at least that we don't hate each other." she explained with a shrug. "I want to know how he feels, and what he wants. I mean, I'm new to this business, but I want to make things right."

I reached for her hand and she looked up. I sent her a small smile and nodded. "Hey, I get it."

She licked her lips and squeezed my fingers, holding my hand and grabbing her glass with her other one. She took a sip and finally let go of my hand. It only took a minute until I felt her foot on my leg again and this time, the left corner of my lips moved up.

"You can't help it, can you?" I joked with a chuckle.

"Nop!" she replied with a smile. "I have to always touch you."

"What are you gonna do when I'll be away mm?"

This was meant as a joke but her smile fell and she shrugged. It suddenly made me think of all the nights I'd fall asleep without her, all the morning I wouldn't wake up holding her, all the meals I'd eat without her. I grimaced and shook my head.

"I keep ruining this evening over and over, don't I?"

"No, all your questions are legit." she just said in a soft tone, tilting her head on the side. "I don't know what I'll do when we'll be away. Hold my pillow against me and pretend it's you, perhaps."

"And when you're horny?" I asked with a smirk.

"Hump my pillow and pretend it's you." she replied quickly, making me laugh.

"I don't want to go." I let out in a whisper, making her raise her eyebrows. "I mean yea, I want to go out there and do music but, I can't stand to be away from you."

She stared at me with soft eyes and let out a chuckle but there was no amusement in her tone. It sounded more like sadness, or something that came close to nostalgia.

"It's true." I added, making her shake her head.

"No I know, I was just thinking... if you had never broken up with me, I would probably had followed you, you know? So we would be together. But at the same time, I'd still be that fragile, insecure person that depends on you and, I don't want that." she admitted with a small shrug. "I like who I've become, and I love my job. I don't want to be the kind of girlfriend who follows her boyfriend everywhere without having her own projects, her own life."

I held my breath and licked my lips. I knew what she meant, and I totally understood, but I didn't feel like I ever saw her as this dependent and fragile girl she was talking about. Was I just blind to it?

"I think you don't need someone who'll just follow you around. The times you were the most attracted to me were the times I didn't need you, the times I knew what I wanted, who I was and what I deserved. I mean, I know you love me because of who I am, but you were drawn to me more when I wasn't all over you."

No matter how hard I thought, I couldn't decide if she was right or wrong but if she was right, I really never did that on purpose, and I never even realized it.

"One time, when we were apart, I missed you so much and I couldn't handle it anymore. You had moved here, and I read on your web site that it was the premiere of your tv show." I admitted, shaking my head and looking down at my glass before quickly taking the last sip. "So I put clothes on, grabbed a cap, and went to the premiere."

I looked up only to see her frowning with her lips parted. I had all her attention and it made something stir in my stomach.

"I waited a few hours just to see you, and when I did, I just watched you pause for the cameras, flashes everywhere, and all that shit. You were with Dylan but I barely noticed him because you were literally glowing. I was seeing you happy. Very very happy. I remember trying to find a time where you were this happy with me. And I realized that you didn't need me anymore." I waited until she looked up in my eyes again to keep talking. "You've always been a strong and smart woman, but at that very specific moment, I knew I was not important anymore. You didn't need me, you didn't long for me anymore, and even if I tried to convince myself that you would always love me somehow, it was fucking tough."

There was a moment of a silence and she just pushed the air out of her lungs as a small smile appeared on her lips.

"That day I could swear I saw you, and... I thought I was hallucinating you. Black cap, white Nike shirt... I came to the conclusion that my mind was just playing tricks on me. I knew I was not over you but I was trying to move on and when I lost you in the crowd I decided you weren't really there." she chuckled again but her lips curled too. "It was really you."

"Yep, was me, i'm sorry."

She stared at me some more and slowly, her head tilted on the left and her lips curled more.

"You really never stopped loving me." she pointed out in a murmur, as if she was now realizing it, or believing it.

"Not a second, Olivia."

She teared up suddenly and I felt my heart break. I reached for her hands as she let tears fall down her cheeks. I didn't want this, I didn't want to make her cry, or hurt her, and here I was, doing exactly that. Again.

"I'm so sorry, Liv, please, I'm sorry." I repeated, my face twisting with pain. "Please, come here."

I pulled on her hands and she breathed in, getting up as I spread my legs to give her space. I felt the need to get her closer, to feel her body against mine and I just tapped my thigh, making her chuckle through her tears and shake her head.

"Sit down." I whispered, sending her a sad smile.

"No," she sniffed. "I'll crush you."

"Sit the fuck down."

She raised her eyebrows but her smile was still intact and she moved away to let me press my thighs together before sitting on me. One of her arms wrapped around my neck and she moved dangerously close, making my lips curl more. I could see every trait of her face, from the gold around her pupils to the little scar near her mouth from when we were kids and she fell off the stairs. She smelled amazing, the same mix of honey and vanilla I was used to, and I wrapped both my arms around her waist.

"Not too heavy?" she wondered, raising her eyebrows again and making me frown.

"Stop saying stupid things, will you?" I let out. "I know you gained weight, I know you hate it, and you need to know two things. First of, I love it. And second of, I'm a tank baby, you've never met a strong man like me."

This time, she started laughing, letting her head fall back as a long laughter boomed out of her open lips. Just watching her laugh made me happy and I let out a chuckle as I watched her. I pulled her closer and one of my hands ended on her thigh, making her look back at me.

"Be honest. Did you stop loving me, at some point?"

Her eyes roamed on my face and she moved closer again, kissing my upper lip very slowly. She was so soft and gentle all the time and I missed that in my life. I missed her touch and how tender and loving she was, especially with me. When she was not in my life anymore, all I could think about was that I missed her, but I also missed everything she did, everything she said, everything she was. It's the little things I missed the most and those things, she was giving them back to me. Slowly, and by little waves, but I was still getting samples from time to time. I was greedy, though, I wanted all of them, and right now, but I would wait for her. A lifetime or two, no doubt. Maybe even three.

"I hated you." she admitted in a murmur, her lips brushing against mine. I felt my heart shatter and swallowed a lump in my throat. "I hated you, I cursed you, I wished you wrong. I complained about you, I bitched about you, I cried and yelled about you."

I blinked a few times, trying to keep my emotions in. Even if I couldn't blame her, it felt like someone had stuck a knife in my stomach and was twisting it with each of her words. I kept quiet. I couldn't talk anyway, and she kept going.

"But not one second, I stopped loving you." she whispered, bringing her hand to my cheek and running her fingertips on my stubble before slipping them in my hair. "I've been in love with you for 20 years, Niall. I think after all this time, falling out of love is impossible. There's a point you reach that you just know, deep inside, that the love you feel is there to stay. I've reached that point. A long time ago."

"But you hated me." I argued in a breath before she sighed.

"Trust me, it's possible to hate and love someone at the same time. I hated you because I loved you so much."

I didn't even know if it made sense but I just nodded.

"I don't hate you now, Niall. I feel many many things for you but nothing negative, I promise."

She kissed my lips again and tugged at my hair very gently as her mouth traveled on my lips and jaw. I remained motionless, my hand burning on her thigh while she showed me affection, and with the way her hands and lips moved on me, I knew she was not lying. There was something special and unique in the softness of her touch that talked louder than a voice could, that explained better than words would.

It took me a few minutes to react but a bit roughly, I brought my hands to cup her face and kissed her harder. Her lips parted more to deepen the kiss and I moved closer to her, my hands now running on her back and her arms before I let one of my hands slip under her shirt. I wanted her so bad and it was so sudden that I could feel my whole body throb.

"I'm gonna miss you so fucking much, petal." I admitted low, allowing my lips to leave her briefly before crushing my mouth on hers again. "Let me make love to you, yea?"

I got up, making her do the same, and grabbed her waist, turning her around and pressing her against the windows behind her. I let my mouth move avidly to her neck as I started breathing harder. She took her shirt off and I did the same with mine, throwing it away before pressing my body against hers. One of her hands reached for my cock and she grabbed it over my pants as my lips moved to her breasts. I moved her straps down and pulled on her bra to expose her nipples and my lips wrapped around one immediately. I sucked on it, making her whimper low and finally let my mouth brush down to her stomach until I reached her pants, unzipping them quickly and helping her take them off. She stood there, only in her underwear, and I pulled the side of her panties away to press my lips against her pussy.

"Oh my god."

I grabbed one of her legs and moved it up, putting it on my back to hold it, and spread her lips more before slipping my tongue down on her slit until it was inside her and bringing it back up to her clit. I sucked on it for a while and felt her fingers pull on my hair. I got the hint and moved back up, unzipping my pants too and getting undressed as she stared at me, lips parted. I moved closer to her, feeling my dick rub on her thighs and she moved her leg around me again. I ground my hips against her a few times and when I felt my tip slip inside her, I let out a short groan.

"I want to make love to you, not fuck you for 5 stupid minutes and cum."

She laughed and smiled as I looked at her. She tilted her chin up to look in my eyes better and I searched for her hands, grabbing them and bringing them on the walls, on each sides of her head. She held them there and I slid my fingertips on the inside of her arms before reaching her palms and intertwining out fingers together. I pushed myself a bit deeper inside of her and she let out a low whimper, her eyes never leaving mine.

"I love you so much." I whispered. "I promise you'll never have to hate me. Ever again."

She nodded quickly and bit her bottom lip. "Okay."

I pushed myself completely inside her and felt my eyes flutter at the feeling.

"You feel incredible."

I brought my face closer and started thrusting in and out of her slowly but at a regular pace. My lips brushed against hers with every jerk and I didn't let go of her fingers. I felt her squeeze my hands harder and from time to time, she'd kiss my lips as I moved, or would let out a low moan.

"I love you. I love you, Olivia."

Her face twisted and I could swear she was about to cry. I pushed my body against hers more and kissed her lips a few times before kissing her deeper but still very slow. I didn't want her to cry, I wanted her to cum.

"N-Niall." she breathed out before I pulled away slightly and saw her shut her eyes tight. "Oh my god, I'm cum-"

She couldn't finish her sentence and started shaking between me and the window. I kept moving in and out of her but watching her get an orgasm made me reach mine and I leaned my forehead against hers as I came inside her, squeezing her hands maybe a bit too tight.

We were both a panting mess when we were done but we still remained motionless, our bodies pressed together, my forehead leaning against hers and our fingers intertwined on each side of her head.

"I love you too, Niall."

I smiled at her words and finally moved away and told her I'd be right back. When I got out of the bathroom, I had put sweatpants on and she was now wearing my shirt along with her panties, which I believed was her best outfit. The music was still playing in the living room and I extended my hand to her and raised my eyebrows.

"You wanna dance?"

"Here?" she smiled. "In your living room?"

I didn't answer but she just licked her lips and put her hand in mine. I made her twirl around and she giggled before I pulled her closer the same way I had at the wedding but for some obvious reason, it felt way more intimate. She leaned her head on my shoulder and it made me suddenly very happy.

I had found a radio station that only played music from the 90's and I knew it would make her happy. A slow song started and she chuckled as I pulled her closer.

"I love that song."

It took me a few seconds to remember that it was a Savage Garden song and when the lyrics said 'I love you more with every breath' I felt her lips on my neck, brushing up to my ear.

"I love you, Niall." she repeated. "I wish you wouldn't have to leave."

"Me too, petal, me too."

                                                     ---

The next day, we were both numb and sad and we did everything mechanically, stealing a few kisses from time to time as we walked by each other while getting prepared. I wanted her to come with me to the airport but I knew she wouldn't and I didn't insist. My bags were out of the wardrobe and were now waiting for me near the door, taunting me and making my heart break every single time I saw them.

"Okay, you got your passport?" she asked, standing in front of me.

I nodded and she did the same.

"Phone? Both of them?"

"Yea, I do."

She stared at me with teary eyes but still managed to send me a smile. I breathed in and out loudly and was about to pull her close in a hug when she reached for her ear, making me frown. She took one of her earrings off and handed it to me, her head tilting on the right. I remained motionless and she raised her eyebrows, moving her hand a bit closer to me.

"You still got your ear pierced, right?"

"It's your grandma's, I can't accept it I mean, what If I lose it?"

"Then don't lose it." she just argued, taking a step closer to me before putting it in my ear and locking it.

I closed my eyes and breathed her perfume in. When she was done, I wrapped my arm around her waist and kept her close to me.

"Thank you." I whispered, burring my face in her neck.

"Every time you see it, you promise you'll think about me?" she asked, gripping the front of my shirt in her fist.

"I promise. But I'll already be thinking about you." I pointed out, making her chuckle low.

She pulled away after a while and her smile grew when she saw it on my ear. "Now we match!" she giggled this time, making me laugh a bit and shake my head.

"You’re ridiculously perfect." I pointed out, pulling her closer again and wrapping my arms around her neck this time. Her arms slithered around my waist and I kissed her head, squeezing her tight against me.

"Oh! I have something else for you!"

She got out of my embrace and rushed to the room as I shook my head. It was totally her kind to forget about something she wanted to give me until last minute and it was almost a miracle that she didn't completely forget about it. She came back, jogging to me, and handed me a box. I frowned and looked up at her only to see her biting her bottom lip, eyebrows raised.

"What it is?"

"Short letters." she explained, licking her lips nervously. "I wrote one for every show you have. The name of the place and the date is written on each envelop. You can not open them before. You have to open each envelop right before you go on stage for every show. Not 30 minutes before, not in-between two songs or later when you're at your hotel. You get your guitar, open the letter, read it, and then immediately go on stage. You think you can do that?"

I pushed the air out of my lungs as my lips curled but remained parted. I opened the box only to see a bunch of envelops of different colors waiting for me inside and when I looked up, she was smiling wide, probably because of my reaction.

"That's... fuck, Liv." I let out, impressed. "That's a great idea and you know what? I'm gonna film myself opening every single one of them so you know I did it right before going on stage. I'll answer your messages in videos and send them to you."

Her face illuminated and she jumped slightly, making me laugh.

"How about we make a private instagram? We can both add things there? Share a password? And make it private, of course."

I made her an amused face and laughed. "Oh, look who loves social medias all of a sudden!"

She shrugged and I could swear her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. "It's just for you and me, no one else. I mean, think of all the things we can post."

"Pretty sure nudity is not tolerated." I joked, making her raise her nose up in a cute grimace.

"Don't worry, I'll send you nudes directly in your text messages."

I moved my eyebrows and smirked, bringing my mouth on hers. "Mm, I really hope so."

We kissed gently and slowly for a while, as if it could push back my departure, and when we stopped, she kept her lips against mine and sighed.

"I'm in love with you, Niall. I'll miss you."

"I'm in love with you too, petal. I'll miss you more."

We sighed and I held her hand as we pulled away and took a step back until I was almost out of reach. She moved her upper body forward to keep holding my hand but when her fingers slipped out of mine, I saw her tear up and sniff. It was so hard to see that I just grabbed my stuff and turned around, walking out until I heard her voice again.

"Niall! Wait!"

I turned to look at her and she was crying. It broke my heart and I swallowed hard.

"Say it again. Please say it one last time before you leave."

I felt my heart break in my chest and dropped all the bags, rushing back to her and cupping her face to kiss her hard and intensely. She answered the kiss and moaned in my mouth.

"I'm in love with you." I whispered. "I'm so fucking in love with you."

[agustdef]

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Pairing: MJ x Reader

Genre: Established Relationship; Fluff

Word Count: 2.2K

Warning: Brief and vague mention of sex and cheating. It’s mentioned, it doesn’t happen. Nor is it suggestive. 

Rating: PG-13

Author’s Note: This fic was written for the ever so sweet and lovely @jinterlude​‘s birthday. I wish I could do something longer, but I’m also very happy to be able to give you this specific concept for a story. You are one of the greatest humans I’ll ever know and I hope you have the best day that you can. 

MJ had always been a quirky dork. The man was all over the place and would do the weirdest things at the weirdest times. It was chaotic, but also adorable and YN wouldn’t change his way of being even if she could. And it’s why she tried not to question it much when he started to ask her random questions and then change the subject or disappear altogether.

That didn’t stop her from being curious each time it happened though.

The first incident was when they were sat down in their shared apartment eating dinner. One second MJ was shoveling food into his mouth at an alarming rate - one that made her worried he would choke on it - and the next he was staring at her so intensely she was a tad uncomfortable. Of course, YN ignored it for a while hoping he’d stop or say something but when two minutes passed she grew mildly annoyed.

“What?” she asked, looking up from her plate.

Instead of the usual smirk that played on his lips once he successfully annoyed her there were pursed lips and a furrowed brow. He continued not speaking for a moment or two and then when he did it wasn’t what she expected.

“A or B?” he asked.

YN sat there confused, but when there was no follow up and his serious expression didn’t waver she responded.

“Uh… B.”

At that MJ nodded and went back to eating his dinner. YN perplexed opened her mouth to question it, but he looked so into inhaling the rest of his dinner that she left it alone. Well, that and she knew that he would break sooner rather than later on what that was about.

Or that was what she assumed would happen.

For the rest of the night MJ said nothing and acted like it was a normal evening. They cleaned the dishes together, got ready for sleep, and spent the evening cuddled in bed watching some random show that happened to be on when they got into bed most nights. Neither were that invested, but also invested enough to be sad when they missed an episode because they’d gotten into bed too late or fell asleep too early.

The usual routine is what made her forget about the question until another incident happened.

About a week later MJ called her while she was at work and usually that was a highlight of her day, especially when they day had been tiring. But there was no small talk, nor did he try his usual mood maker tactics on her.

He said four words.

“1, 2, or 3?”

Midway through a greeting YN paused and her brows furrowed in confusion. Why in the world had he asked her that and why was it the second time? What could he possibly be having her choose?

However, none of those questions could be asked aloud before he was speaking again.

“Kinda urgent, my sun. Which one?”

The pet name got her out of her head and helped brighten her day for a moment, which meant she could answer him.

“Hm… I wanted to say 1, but how about 3?”

There was a soft laugh from the other side of the phone and it was music to her ears. MJ’s laughs were infectious, especially when they were the loud ones, but something about his gentler ones just sparked joy inside of her. They were just so cute.

“Thank you, my sun. I love you. And don’t forget we’re doing movie night tonight,” he said.

“I love you too. Also, I didn’t and don’t think I don’t remember you saying that I could take your turn on choosing this time.”

There was a horrible attempt at the phone cutting out from his end that she rolled her eyes at.

“I’m sor- I ca- hear you. I’ll ta- to y-y-you later. Bye!”

That left YN with something to laugh about for the rest of the day, especially when things felt like they were a bit too much for her. But questions lingered in the back of her head for longer than they had the last time.

Naturally, she forgot over time or for the most part she did. But that was only because MJ was being extra weird outside of the questions. He still asked them at random times, even having their friend Jinwoo ask her once and going so far as to add the question onto the card for the flowers he’d sent her one day at work.

But her true focus was the secretiveness that went along with it. Outside of the questions he was obviously hiding something from her. She trusted him so she knew it wasn’t cheating - plus he was never gone enough for that to be a thing. And that man was not a fan of quickies so there was no way he had them at work or between work hours. There was also the fact that one of his friends always was near when he was heading out and she definitely knew that wasn’t happening since they preferred to love MJ from a distance. Plus a few were her friends first and they’d never betray her like that.

And with that off the table that meant she was left scrambling for something or anything to explain what was going on. All she could think of is it being some sort of surprise for her, but her mind kept glossing over the one possibility. Not once did she think of it, not even to dismiss it as an option.

It worked in MJ’s favor though because on the day he asked her out to dinner for the following evening she was still none the wiser. All her focus seemed to be on the joy of going to a restaurant they hadn’t in a while and not needing to dress extra fancy to do so. His job held a lot of work dinners and she came as his date most of the time, which meant so much dressing up when she just wanted to relax at home or with friends.

When venturing to the best kimchi stew place with the best view she didn’t mind it. That meant she slipped on a pair of jeans, wore a cute top, and could wear any non-heels in her possession. Once ready to go she met MJ out in the car where she got to see his outfit for the first time all day. It was casual, but something about it was a bit more put together and intentionally stylish. She didn’t think to say anything though because it wasn’t rare that he did it; plus, she was against adding something as little as that to her pile of suspicion.

Besides, she planned to ask him about it during their date.

They bided the time in the car talking about their week and the ridiculous thing Sanha had done the day before and how Eunwoo had seemed ready to kill him. Which meant the week went about how it normally did, because Eunwoo often looked ready to just unload on his chaotic friend group. The poor bean was perpetually stressed out and done with all of them.

Something that YN and everyone found hilarious. Though sometimes she took mercy on him and got them in line, especially when they grated on her nerves as well.

Upon arrival they pulled into a spot and walked into the building, being directed to their favorite seats immediately. Both were such frequent customers that they knew the staff by name and vice versa. Everyone knew what they liked and did their best to accommodate them because they all got along so well. It was a nice space to be.

Once in their seats YN’s eyes drifted to the window next to them. Through it you could see the cityscape. The buildings high, the lights bright, and the people and cars moving about. It was peaceful despite the inherent busyness and chaos that came with living in a city. At some point in life she may have enjoyed the quiet of a smaller town or a suburb, but she would never change out of the city for that. At least not with the way she lived her life in that moment. Maybe when she and MJ were married with kids to raise would she wish for a change of pace.

“You going to stare out the window all night? I’m sure my face is just as beautiful,” MJ teased.

YN made a fake gagging noise and then laughed.

“That was so cheesy,” she said.

“I know. Speaking of, are we getting the usual?”

“Of course.”

And just like magic their waiter, Hyuk, strolled over to take their order. There was some light small talk before he was off putting the order in, though YN was sure they started it the moment they walked through the door. They never changed it unless they added another item on as some sort of side, so there was no need to guess or wait for them to come to a decision.

As they waited they talked about anything and everything, well anything that was light. They’d swerved into the topic of a case the YN worked that was particularly hard and when MJ saw how much it took out of her to speak about it he changed the subject. However, he kept the focus on her and a story she had to tell. Something he’d explained to her once as a way to get off a not great conversation, but still letting her know that he was there to listen to whatever she wanted to tell him.

“I think you should do pink,” he said.

“Pink? You think I should dye my hair pink?” she asked incredulously.

MJ nodded, pausing as Hyuk sat their stew, side dishes, and drinks down before leaving.

“Yeah, pink would suit you well. We can even dye it together if you want. Hot pink.”

No response felt right for YN so she just left him sitting there with his ridiculous idea and grabbed her spoon to gather a bit of the broth to drink. Even when he did that dork eyebrow wiggle she ignored him, motioning for him to eat his food. After a few seconds he did, though there was a look in his eyes that she couldn’t place. It wasn’t the earlier mischief, but it did indicate he was up to something.

She would’ve said something right then and there, but the taste of the stew had her releasing an involuntary moan as she did. The taste was just so perfect and she was much hungrier than she assumed, so the thought of talking was over before it truly started.

And they remained like that. Eating wasn’t a talkative affair, so the silence was fine. Well, silence with the occasional whisper of how they loved the food so much and would do anything for it.

They were both weird.

Dinner finished quickly enough and the moment the dishes were collected they were replaced with their usual bingsu. It was chocolate oreo and way too sweet, but also way too good. They didn’t have it every time or at least that was the lie YN liked to tell herself so she could validate getting it the next time they came.

The lie had no one fooled.

While YN dug in almost immediately MJ did not and when she didn’t notice his spoon fighting to steal her scoop she looked up. Surprisingly, MJ wasn’t there and that confused her, until she turned her head and saw him down on one knee with an open ring box in his hand. He wore a bright smile and the joy in his eyes matched it.

“I’ve been asking you a million random this or that questions for weeks now trying to figure out how to do this. You’ve helped me with so many decisions, but in the end of it all they didn’t feel right. So, with the last thing I asked you helped me realize that this was best. That I wanted to ask you to marry me, to be my wife in a place we both love with a view that very few places could beat. YN, my sun, I love you with my entire being. And I know my personality can be a lot sometimes, but you love all sides of me regardless of how you sometimes lock me out of the bedroom for peace. Or make me go to JinJin’s. And I love you the same way. So, if you don’t mind I’d like to ask one more question. Yes or no?”

YN felt her stomach churn and her heart beat erratically. There was just so much joy inside of her that her body didn’t know how to handle it and she felt a little overwhelmed, but in the best possible way. The man she loved and who she’d spoken to about their future life proposed to her in one of her favorite places and included her in the entire process. Even if she didn’t know about it.

“Yes,” she said, her voice shaky.

And without another word MJ slipped the ring onto her finger and stood up, pulling her into a tight embrace. They laughed and they cried throughout the night. Both of them on cloud nine.

[blouisparadise]

Here is a list of amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of January. Between the second month of the Bottom Louis Fic Fest and all the other fics that authors posted throughout the month, it’s clear that this was a great way to start off the year of bottom Louis fics!  Happy reading!

1) You Can Be The Boss Daddy | Explicit | 1641 words

This is just Louis being used and humiliated by his strong Daddy

2) Don't Pretend That I Don't Entice You | Explicit | 2086 words

“Speaking of which, he couldn't wait to get home to see him. They both worked long days and most of the time their days off didn't line up. But they made up for things like that when they could, spending hours cuddling in bed and talking about the randomest of things or ya know, having mind-blowing sex that left them sated and panting, heated limbs tangled together and breaths and scents mingling. Harry enjoyed those moments quite a bit, if he was going to be at all honest.”

3) The Sound Of Music | Explicit | 2602 words

Harry quietly makes his way down the stairs and into the large foyer, the marble floors are cold against his bare feet and he regrets not taking his slippers.

The tinkling of piano keys flirts its way to his ears and he turns his head in the direction of their living room. His mouth quirks sideways with a smile and he makes his way towards the music.

4) Letters From Boston | Explicit | 3316 words

Louis’s standing in the kitchen when he opens the first letter.

5) Starlight In Your Eyes Of Blue | Mature | 4434 words

Harry is in New York while Louis is back home at London waiting for Harry’s return. Unfortunately, Harry may be unable to come back home in time for Christmas and most importantly—Louis’ birthday. Louis can’t wait any longer to be in a bed that’s no longer empty but in the end it changes.

6) I Couldn’t Get Away From You | Mature | 5185 words

Suddenly in the heat of the moment, Harry’s eyes turned darker as he pushed Louis’ back more and more towards the wall. “Fine.” He plants his lips on Louis’ and begins to roughly kiss him, soon enough turning it into a make-out session.

“Fuck you, Styles,” Louis moans and grips onto Harry’s shoulders, hands trailing up to the taller’s hair and gripping that as well.

“We’ll see about that.”

7) My Kingdom for Your Graces | Explicit | 5257 words

Louis gets a last minute day off and Harry decides to surprise him with a visit. They proceed to do what lovers do.

8) I Think I'm In Love | Mature | 6019 words

Louis' a young man looking for love. Harry's a sugar daddy looking for a new sub. They meet through a dating app and decide to try out a relationship.

9) Daddy's Little Kitty | Mature | 7224 words

Harry Styles is a gentle master. But what happens when Louis pushes him to his limits?

10) There's More Than One Place To Call Home | Explicit | 8416 words

Harry never asked for much from his neighbors - he didn't care about barking animals during the day or loud talking during the night.

The only thing he needed was silence when he was writing. And that was the only thing his new neighbor wouldn't give him.

Deciding to confront the loud guy who lived next door, Harry found himself ringing his doorbell one night. And that decision just may be the best thing that's ever happened to Harry.

11) Cooking With Styles | Explicit | 9119 words

Anyone can cook— or so they say.

12) Watching The World Fall | Explicit | 11777 words

This segment has been going on long enough that Louis knows what’s coming before James starts in on it, trying to sell him on something he knows that Louis wouldn’t normally be buying. But there’s four cameras surrounding him, and an audience watching him expectantly, so if Louis wants to continue convincing people that he’s doing just fine, he’s going to have to go along with it.

“We have a whole host of single men backstage waiting to meet you, Louis,” James tells him. “We want to help you find love tonight, on Late Late Live Tinder. Is this okay? Do you want to play?”

It actually kind of makes sense that his first date after the break-up is going to be just as public as said break-up. Something like coming full circle.

“Alright, James,” Louis agrees, hopping down off his stool.

“Okay, come down to the stage,” James says. Louis can’t even tell whether the excitement in his voice is genuine or not. “Right now, come on down!”

13) We'll Be the Fine Line | Not Rated | 13443 words

Louis listens to Fine Line, and, drunk, he leaves a voicemail for Harry after months of not speaking. This reminds Harry of a time before everything fell apart, slowly, painfully, a time when the two of them were still in love. And he desperately wants to go back.

14) (You're Gonna See Me In A) New Light | Mature | 13631 words

A fake relationship au where everyone knows it's real but Louis.

15) Don't Know If I Could Ever Go Without | Explicit | 14140 words

“We’ve come up with a solid solution. You’re not going to like it.”

“What is it?” Louis narrows his eyes suspiciously, glancing at a visibly enthusiastic Liam.

“What if you pretended to be an Alpha?” Zayn suggests.

16) Something Wicked This Way Comes | Explicit | 16526 words

A regency murder mystery au where Louis is married to an earl and Harry is a detective. Hatchets are buried but not everyone is as they seem.

17) Keep It Sweet In Your Memory | Explicit | 17039 words

'How'd it go?' Harry pushes them into Niall's room and shuts the door behind him, so Georgia doesn't overhear.

'It was good. We just caught up, mostly... I may have done something a little stupid, though.'

And Niall's eyebrows are in his hairline at that.

'I mean. Okay, so I invited Louis out on Saturday.'

'Saturday? Your--'

'Yes, my bachelor party...' and then Harry has to explain himself, 'I just felt guilty. I think. He was like. Telling me he wanted to hook up.'

'He WHAT!?'

'No. I mean, not with me. Like. He wants to go out and meet people.'

'He'll hate that. He's too much of a romantic.'

'Yeah, well. Whatever his name was messed him up a little, it would seem.'

18) UN(RE)SOLVED | Explicit | 20873 words

The ghoul boys are back, but this time around there are some unresolved feelings involved. Harry is a skeptic, Louis is not. Watch them go on their ongoing investigation into the question: are ghosts real?

Or, BuzzFeed Unsolved AU.

19) The Way The Storms Blow | Explicit | 21649 words

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

20) Hold Onto This Heaven (Of Yours) | Explicit | 25213 words

an ode to being too young, too sad, and too in love.

(aka: a college au, harry is a frat boy, and louis wants to know all of his secrets.)

21) Weightless | Explicit | 25330 words

He hopes that Harry still thinks of him. God knows Louis thinks of him every day.

Or: Harry is the best dragon racer the world has ever seen and Louis is an almost-vet who feels like he is carrying the weight of the world.

22) Creep | Explicit | 26092 words

Harry is a wallflower, louis is a sophomore brat with a heart of gold no one seems to notice, harry, a senior, is a musician in disguise. louis finds him in the music room, Harry performing his self written song Creep on a talent show. he steals Louis' heart and begins to stalk Harry on social media, finding out the boy is gorgeous inside and out, tattoos popping against his milky skin, unashamed of his amazing body.

a story of a boy with dark thoughts finding his way through the dark with his light guiding him.

23) Blue Lotus | Explicit | 29815 words

Note: This fic is Louis/OMC.

After the Second Rebellion and the dismantling of President Cowell’s regime, Louis struggles to make sense of life.

A post-Hunger Games AU.

24) You Contain In Your Eyes The Sunset And The Dawn | Mature | 38152 

Harry Styles was to spend six months at AT&T Inc. of all telecommunications companies in the world, also known as the largest one in its field. This was the biggest deal of his life; it will both improve his expertise in the domain and maybe secure the job of his dreams. There was only one problem standing in the way, and it came in the form of a stunning, irresistible and intimidating cat hybrid of the name Louis Tomlinson. In other words, his boss.words

25) We Can Go On Forever (When Everything’s Gone Forever) | Mature | 39421

Harry spent most of his adult life focused on either his studies or his books - 5 of which he has already had published before he was 30. Immediately after completing his dissertation, he was offered a lectureship at Cambridge University where he’s been for 2 years now.

This wasn’t the first time in his life that he had felt the incessant itch to know more about a subject by any means. However, this was the first time the subject had been an Omega.

26) Canyon Moon | Explicit | 40895 words

For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

27) Strangers In Love | Explicit | 42207 words

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

28) If You're Out There (I'll Find You Somehow) | Explicit | 55916 words

Harry looks so intensely into Louis’ eyes it’s as though he’s reaching in and touching his very soul. “I never thought… I never… I’ve been searching for so long, Louis, but I never gave up. I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop trying,” Harry says, bottom lip trembling as he strokes the backs of Louis’ knuckles. “I just knew that if you were out there, I’d find you somehow.”

OR the story of how one man’s love changed the world.

29) “If I Cut Out a Heart...” | Explicit | 66225 words

Stripper au! louis is a stripper who’s known for his huge ass. he works at a club owned by harry and everyone wants to fuck him. eventually louis has sex with each of the boys, separately and perhaps eventually all together in a big gang bang. lots of focus on louis’s big bum (even twerking, jiggling, etc.)

30) You Smell Like | Explicit | 185369 words

The one where Louis is the Alpha’s mate and everyone is aware of it except for Louis and Harry. Go figure!

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

[jaehyun-eclipsed]

Before I Met You | Nineteen

Next Update: ~December 13, 2020

Pairing: NCT (Jaehyun, Lucas, Mark, Jaemin, Johnny) X Reader/OC

Genre: Romance, Angst, Coming of Age

Summary: Four. There were four people before I fell in love with you… Here are their stories.

Author’s Note: Hello! I’m back with an update! I apologize for not coming up with an update schedule. Things have been very hectic, but I made time to write the next chapter! Next update will be in a month or so.  Thank you to the person who checked in a few weeks ago! Very happy to hear you still thought about this story. 

Warnings: Some suggestive content

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“So you’re telling me that this guy taught you how to play pool, sat with you for three plus hours to help you with physics, made sexual comments, and then told you that he was ‘just being friendly’?” Xiaojun asks in disbelief.

“Yep.”

“What the heck?!” Ten interjects loudly.

“Do you do this when you hit on girls?” I ask Xiaojun.

Xiaojun opens his mouth to respond when Ten cuts in again. “That’s the wrong question, Y/N. He’d have to talk to girls in the first place.”

I try to mask a giggle as Xiaojun punches Ten in the arm. “It’s not like you’re doing any better on Tinder.”

“Excuse me, but I have a boyfriend that I am very much in love with.”

“You guys started dating like two weeks ago.”

“Whatever! Why didn’t you ever ask out Y/N?!”

There’s a deafening silence between all of us. My eyes shoot open and my jaw nearly drops as I look back and forth between the two boys. Xiaojun looks genuinely confused.

“Um, what?” I ask.

“Didn’t you two have a thing last year?” Ten asks us.

Xiaojun and I exchange a look of confusion before turning back to Ten and simultaneously answering with a very forceful, “No.”

“Oh, but I thought… because… I asked if Xiaojun wanted to go get dinner with me, but he was studying with you and I wasn’t invited so I thought that you two were…”

“We were studying for physics,” I say.

“Yeah… and?” Ten asks as if studying physics spontaneously creates romantic attractions. 

Oh, right. That’s because it does in some cases. That was all of my sophomore year. I’m so stupid. How could I forget? 

“You weren’t in physics with us, Ten,” Xiaojun responds.

“Oh, right… I wasn’t.”  

Xiaojun blinks a few times and presses his lips together in a line before speaking again. “Anyway, there’s no way Jaemin didn’t know what he was doing. Guys know what they’re doing. I know when I’m flirting with someone.”

“When was the last time you even flirted with anyone?” Ten cuts in again. “Ooh, what about that girl from biology last year?”

“Shut up, Ten, this isn’t about me. And if you really must know, I did ask her out and we went to grab coffee, but I found out I wasn’t into her,” Xiaojun replies, annoyance lacing his tone. He turns back to me. “Y/N, would you still go out with him?”

With a heavy sigh, I contemplate for a moment. Though I’m upset about it, I have to admit that I’m still not really over it.

“If he asked, probably.”

“Do you guys still talk?”

“No, not exactly. I run into him around campus all the time though.”

Ten laughs. “What if he’s following you?”

“He’s the one who rejected me! Why would he follow me around?”

“Maybe he feels bad and wants to talk to you again.” Ten waves his hand in the air. “You know what? Forget him. Is there anyone new at your house that’s cute?”

“Um, there are a couple guys I think are kinda cute.”

Ten claps his hands together. “Perfect! Have you talked to them?”

“Once or twice.”

“Y/N! You live with these guys for the entire semester and you’ve only talked to them once or twice?!”

“One of them has a girlfriend!”

“So?! It’s cuffing season! You gotta find someone to cuddle with… and cry with since finals are coming up in a few weeks.”

“I am not interested in home wrecking,” I say firmly.

Ten groans. “You’re never going to find anyone at this rate.”

“Not everyone can be a Tinder fanatic like you, Ten,” Xiaojun says with a roll of his eyes.

Ten clicks his tongue and crosses his arms. “All I’m saying is that you two gotta put yourselves out there! No one’s gonna know you exist if you spend all day inside studying!”

“Speaking of which,” Xiaojun begins, “don’t you have an assignment due at midnight, Ten?”

“Oh shit! Yeah!” Ten pulls his sleeve up to check his watch and then waves his hand down. “It’s fine. It’s only five.”

“Actually, I better get going,” I say. “It’s getting dark.”

“We’ll walk you home,” says Xiaojun.

“Hey, have you guys ever had your feet sucked?” Ten suddenly asks as we walk up the slow steeping hill towards my house.

Xiaojun and I stop mid-step and slowly turn around to face Ten. “What?”

“Okay, guys, hear me out.” Ten puts his hands up defensively. “I’m just saying, but if someone ever offers to do it, you should take them up on that offer.”

Xiaojun and I exchange a look of disgust before turning back to Ten.

“What?” we repeat.

“Yeah!” Ten responds adamantly, his eyes wide.

My mouth is agape as I look at him with great concern. Ten looks perfectly serious about his stance on… whatever this is.

“Xiaojun, why are you roommates with Ten?” I ask, keeping my gaze on Ten who has a very stupid, yet innocent expression on his face.

“Believe me, I ask myself that every day.”

Ten runs up to us and throws his arms around our shoulders. “Aren’t you so glad we sat next to each other in biology last year?”

“I would’ve been fine if it were just Xiaojun, but it sounds like you two come as a package deal that Xiaojun never agreed to.”

“You got that right,” Xiaojun responds.

I wiggle out of Ten’s hold around my shoulders. “So, if I’m hearing you correctly, it sounds like you speak from experience?” I ask.

“Okay, okay, hear me out. It feels really good,” Ten says quickly. “Okay, so there was this guy, Sungho –”

“Sungho?!” Xiaojun interjects in disbelief. “Like our roommate, Sungho?!”

“Uh, yeah…”

Xioajun covers his face with his hands. “Oh my God.”

“Anyway,” Ten continues as if this is nothing out of the ordinary. “Sungho and I got kinda drunk one night and we both came home and I got into bed and noticed that someone was in my bed. It turns out it was Sungho and we were both laying opposite of each other. So his feet were next to my head and my feet were next to his head. So then he grabbed my foot and started sucking on my toes and yeah…”

I turn to look at Xiaojun who is looking at Ten completely horrified.

“I am never borrowing your socks,” Xiaojun says.

“I think the socks are the least of your worries…” I say.

“Hey! Don’t knock it ‘til you try it!”

“Pass,” we both say sternly.

“Why can’t I find a boyfriend?!” Jia laments as she slams her head back onto her pillow.

I stare up at the ceiling as Jia props herself up to look over at me from her bed. “How do you find a boyfriend, huh?”

Tilting my head to look up at her, I press my lips together, unsure of an answer to her question. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had one.”

She huffs and falls back onto her pillow again. “I’m nice and smart and can cook. I would take good care of him! How come boys don’t ask me out?”

“Do you even talk to any boys?”

“No.” I chuckle. “That might a problem if you’re trying to find a boyfriend and don’t talk to boys.”

“You have lots of guy friends. How do you do it?”

“I’ve always just gotten along better with guys, but I’m also not trying to date any of the ones I’m friends with.”

“Do you just… go up and talk to them?”

“Sometimes. If I’m in class, some of the ones around me start talking to me.”

“What do you talk to them about?”

“Nothing really. Just things about class or things that have happened. You can just talk to them like you would any of your other friends.”

“I don’t know what to do because when I try to talk to guys, I don’t know what to say. I try to talk to them about school, but they don’t really say anything.” She groans again. “There aren’t any cute boys in my class. And the semester is almost over! 

The semester is almost over and I’m still hung up on some stupid guy. Way to go, Y/N. Feelings are so stupid.

“Do you think I need to do my hair and makeup like you do every day?” she asks.

I frown. “No. That’s something I do because I like to do it. You need to do what you’re comfortable with.”

“You get asked out a lot, right?” Jia queries.

“No, not really.”

“But you always have all of these guys that like you! Like I’m pretty sure that Jaemin from last year liked you.”

There’s a twinge of pain in my chest, like my heart has been rubbed against a cheese grater upon hearing his name unexpectedly. I’ve never actually told Jia that I liked Jaemin, though I’m sure she could tell. And I certainly never told her how I’ve been feeling for the past couple months and why I’m always cooped up in the library or our room.

“Yeah, I don’t know about Jaemin…”

“Did he ever ask you out?”

“No.”

“Did he ever tell you he liked you?”

“No.”

She sighs again. “So what happened?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.”

And I’ve been trying to figure it out for the past couple months to no avail.

“This is so bad!” she exclaims. “If you don’t know what happened with Jaemin, how could I have a chance?!”

“It takes time. If you really wanted to, I guess you could try Tinder or something… Ten found his boyfriend on there.”

“Tinder?” The word rolls off her tongue like she’d eaten something bitter. “But isn’t Tinder mostly for hookups?”

“There are other dating apps out there.”

“Mm, I don’t know,” she responds solemnly before changing the subject. “Are you going to the library again tomorrow?”

“For a little bit and then I’m meeting Suji to get ice cream for the end of the semester.”

The leaves on the trees had mostly fallen to the ground. Orange and brown mosaics filled the black asphalt. The continuous crackling and crunching of the leaves filled the air as students walked and biked over them. November would be coming to a close in a few weeks and I spent the whole semester locking myself in the library as a distraction from my guy problems. I felt pathetic admitting to myself that Jaemin occupied my mind that much. I was known as the callous one in high school that didn’t have any emotions. I shouldn’t be this affected. It was like a repeat of Lucas with an ending that made zero sense. Only this time, I didn’t have a third party to give me any clarity. Jaemin was a situation where I would never have the full story and I would have to learn to live with that.

I sigh. At least coffee ice cream will always be there for me.

Suji and I grab a seat on a bench outside the university café.

“I’m going to miss this,” Suji says.

“College?”

Suji is laughing like I said something absolutely ridiculous. “No, not college, silly. I’ll miss getting strawberry ice cream with you and complaining about life.”

“Oh, of course.” I chuckle lightly. “How silly of me. Ice cream with Suji is definitely one of the main highlights. We have one more semester to enjoy it. And then I guess I’ll have to get ice cream on my own next year and pretend you’re here.”

“You’re graduating early, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, a semester early. I suppose I’ll only have to suffer without you for one semester!” I take another bite of my coffee ice cream. “Have you been applying for jobs?”

She lets out a long and defeated sigh. “Yeah.” There’s a pause as she pushes the pink cream around her cup. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you know what you want to be?” she suddenly asks.

“Like, career-wise? Uh, well, the plan is to go to grad school, get a PhD, and become a researcher. Why?”

“I don’t know what I want to be. I don’t know what I like.”

“Aren’t you like… a triple major?”

“Yeah, public health, public policy, and sociology.”

“Do you like those subjects?”

“I do. I’ve been applying to HR jobs because that’s all I’ve been able to get. I thought about grad school, but because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do at the beginning, I took a bunch of random classes that I didn’t do super well in. So my GPA is kinda low to get into any good programs.”

We’re both silent for a moment, watching several students in suits walk up the steps to pose for headshots in front of the library.

“I’m scared,” Suji says quietly.

I turn to look at her as she gnaws on her lip.

“I don’t know what I want. I don’t really know what I like. I’m graduating in a semester and it feels like I’m just going to get a job and be stuck there for the rest of my life.”

I continue to stay quiet, silently encouraging her to continue.

“My older sister is a doctor. She went to med school right after college and has always seemed to know what she wanted. But I don’t and I don’t know how to figure it out.”

“I’m pretty sure she felt the same way you do. You’re only twenty-one. You have plenty of time to figure this out. You have the ability to change jobs, you know? You can choose to go back to school later on. You don’t have to have it all figured out now.”

“It sure feels that way – what with everyone getting big tech firm or consulting jobs.” She lets out another long sigh. “You know what I hate?”

“What?”

“Everyone always says they want to be ‘happy’ and I feel like that’s a cop out answer. Like yeah, I want to be happy, but what is it specifically that’s going to make me happy? What if… what if my sister went to med school and in her last year, she decided she didn’t want to do medicine anymore? Then what do you do?! You’re too far in to quit, but then you’re gonna get stuck doing something you don’t like.”

It’s a scary thought being a senior in college. It’s not the same as being a senior in high school. There’s a genuine and valid worry of needing to figure out what career to pursue and how to take care of yourself. And because of external pressure, there’s this feeling of impending doom that if you don’t become a successful, six-figure salary, VP or CEO or whatever, by the age of twenty-five, that’s it. You’re done. End of story. You’ve failed.

You’re supposed to be constantly working towards something.

“Everyone around me is getting a job or going to grad school and I feel like I’m doing nothing. Look at all the CS majors. They all have these six-figure salary jobs right out of college and I’m just… I don’t even know what I’m doing. I don’t know if I want to go to grad school and if I do, I should probably figure it out soon because I don’t want to be in school when I’m forty!”

It’s a fear of being perceived that you’re wasting time.

“I wish I had an answer for you because I worry about the same thing,” I respond.

Yeah, I had plans to attend grad school and dedicate the next five years of my life to pursuing a career I was fairly sure I liked. But with every day that passed, attending classes I didn’t fully throw myself into, obtaining internships out of obligation rather than actually wanting to do them, and never wanting to engage in conversation about my field of work, I found myself in the same boat as Suji. Pursing a degree in a field I sort of liked because I didn’t really know what I wanted to do either.

There’s a loud fist pounding on the table followed by a triumphant, “Ha! I won!” Hendery, Johnny, Chaeyoung, Shotaro, and Sungchan are playing a card game in the dining room. Their heads turn upon hearing the clacking of my boots on the wood floor of the foyer.

“Hey, Y/N!” Johnny greets. “You want to play with us?”

“What are you playing?” I ask as I walk towards them.

“Exploding Kittens,” says Shotaro.

“I don’t know how to play,” I admit.

“We’ll teach you!” Chaeyoung says.

After a few games, I found out that I was very bad at Exploding Kittens. Perhaps it was because I wasn’t totally invested in actually trying to win, but nevertheless, I lost every game.

The bright side to all of this was that I made new friends. Shotaro and Sungchan were roommates that lived across from me. Both were CS majors. Chaeyoung, a data science major, lived a few doors down from me and she was kind enough to share some chocolate truffles with me. Hendery, a statistics and CS double major, was Johnny’s roommate and he had a tendency to make use of SAT words when something unpleasant happened.

And Johnny… well Johnny was still really cute and funny. He was fun to play with and tried to play nicely since his turn was before mine. He intentionally tried to keep me in the game.  

“I’m going to go make dinner,” Johnny announces before getting up and walking into the kitchen.

“I gotta go upstairs and finish the CS lab,” Hendery says.

Seeing that most of the others are leaving, I go to grab my backpack when I catch Shotaro’s eyes widen as if he wants to say something urgent.

“Y/N, do you want to continue playing?” Shotaro says quickly.

I pause and when I turn to fully look at him, he’s smiling and suddenly that weird feeling I had experienced when I first met Jaemin overcomes me.

Oh no.

“Um… I’m going to go upstairs to put some things away, but I’ll come back down a little later to study…”

While I’m upstairs, I open my laptop and pull up Facebook. To my surprise, there’s already a friend request from Shotaro. I chuckle to myself and accept.  

My next immediate thought went to Johnny.

I think it’s okay to add him on Facebook now. Right? It’s not creepy. I know him. I’ve talked to him a few times. It should be fine. He knows your name.

I bite my bottom lip and hover my cursor over the “Add Friend” button.

Why am I making this so difficult? Shotaro added me already. He obviously didn’t hesitate and his reasoning was probably, “Oh, we’ve played card games together now! We’re friends! Easy, peasy.”

I press the track pad and let out a sigh of relief.

“What were you doing downstairs?” Jia suddenly asks.

“I was playing Exploding Kittens.”

“Oooh. With Johnny?” she asks teasingly.

“Well, yes, Johnny was there. The other people are nice too. I like Chaeyoung.”

“But Johnny has a girlfriend, right?”

I shrug. “I think so. I didn’t ask about it.”

Right then, I receive a notification. Johnny Suh has accepted your friend request.

I’ll admit, there’s a slight excitement in my chest upon seeing the notification, but I make sure to keep my expression neutral.

“I met Shotaro too,” I say, switching the subject.

“Oh yeah, I’ve talked to Shotaro. He’s taking Chinese and tried to talk to me.” She starts snickering to herself. “He’s okay. His accent is a little funny.”

I nod at her comment and when I turn back to my laptop, there’s a blinking chat box on the bottom right of the screen.

Johnny: hi!

Oh?

I stare at the message for a moment. I shouldn’t be overthinking it, but really, who immediately messages someone they just added on Facebook unless it’s for some school or work related thing?

Me: Hi

J: did you have fun playing earlier?

Me: Yeah! I’m not very good, but it was fun

J: I tried to help you too!

Me: I’m sorry! I tried!

J: I won’t go so easy on you next time! 😉

“Who are you talking to?”

My head snaps up. “Hm? Oh I’m talking to Johnny.”

“What? Johnny?!” Jia exclaims. She blinks several times and quirks her eyebrow. “Did he add you or something?”

“Uh, I added him and he accepted my friend request and started messaging me.”

Her forehead creases, almost as if she’s a bit miffed that Johnny didn’t add her and start talking to her instead. A silence overcomes her and her gaze falls to the ground. I turn back to my laptop.

Me: That’s fine! I’ll just have to beat you at a different game instead lol

J: oh yeah?! what game?

Me: I mean, I’m pretty good at archery if you’re still up for that

J: I feel like you’ll cheat

J: or you’ll shoot me so I can’t shoot back

Me: *gasp*

Me: You know, I’m pretty sure that’s a crime…

J: lol

“What are you talking about?” Jia suddenly says. “You’re smiling a lot.”

Shit. I am? Good grief. Why are you even watching me? Aren’t you studying?

“About the card game we were playing earlier.”

She frowns. “Was the game really that funny?”

“It was all right. I was bad at it, but it was fun.”

J: what are you doing?

Me: I’m in my room. Was cleaning up. Might come back downstairs to study

J: oh yeah you should come back down

J: hendery and i are working on a CS project

J: i’ll share my cookies with you

Me: What kind of cookies?

J: chips ahoy chewy

Me: 😮 I might really have to come back down

J: lol ya

J: oh are you busy tomorrow?

Me: Uh, just studying, why?

J: do you want to go grocery shopping with me?

I blink several times. Grocery shopping? He wants to go grocery shopping?

That’s an awfully strange request.

There’s something nudging me in the back of my mind.

It’s whispering, “Psst, doesn’t he have a girlfriend? If he does, why is he doing this? Is this another Jaemin situation?”

I have no idea, but I’m curious.

Me: Sure lol

I’ll bite.

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Can You Keep A Secret (13) - Sehun

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genre: angst & fluff 

warnings: crime stuff, a whole lot of fluff on this part, mentions of smut and making out 

word-count: 1.8K

A/N: I understand if you want to murder me. But since I got a new wave of followers lately (thank you btw and welcome) and it’s also a gift for doctor @damned-fangirl​ for her graduation, hope you like it!

You couldn’t believe at yourself. It’s been a whole week and you still held that stupid smile on your face since that night with Sehun. Having to put with even your mom teasing you was not for you.

Yes, part of you still had worries about what you were gonna do to stop the whole scheme that tied your history to sehun’s but he was just being so sweet you kinda held the anxiety back and focused on the now. And that meant focusing on opening up the door to meet Sehun.

“Aren’t you a little early? I’m so sick of you obsessing over me” your fake annoyance is quickly torn by him mumbling for you to shut up and pulling you to a short kiss. 

“Fine- you mess up his hair -  I’ll spend more hours with you just because it is your birthday”

He frowned and tried to fix his hair “I’m surprised you remember”

“Excuse me, how would I forget your birthday?” this time you were the one to pull him into a kiss “happy birthday”. He shared a cute smile and said “Okay, did you pack some stuff as I told you? I have a surprise”

“Ah yes - you showed him your bag - I just don’t get it why all this suprise talk if the birthday is yours anyways”

“I donate even when I’m supposed to be receiving, you know how good of a person I am” he says dramatically.

You hum and nod “yea..sure”

“Let’s go? It’s good if we can get that early still”

“Oh wait, I need to show you this” You open up your back and show him a dress “what do you think for the party? it’s not as pretty as the one you gave me last year but it’s cute enough I guess”

“Party? What are you talking about?” He asked in confusion, confusing you in the process.

“Huh? Sehun, your annual birthday party? Did you forget? You used to look forward so much to it”

“Oh” He started laughing as you stared at him “y/n, I won’t be hosting the party this year”

“You won’t? what? why? first time I put some effort into it and you’re telling me there won’t be any party?” you sulked as you threw the dress back in your bag.

He still laughed at your reaction as he answered “I’m sorry babe but I was sick of having those people that I barely know anymore in my house, but you can still wear the dress tonight, I certainly won’t oppose to it”

“Ok then, if there’s no party then what are we doing mr?”

“You’d know faster if we got going as I said” he offered his hand for you to take it and you two headed to his car as you screamed a little goodbye to your mother on the way.

“You can’t be this mysterious with me Sehun - you said while he started driving -what if you kidnap me or something? How am I supposed to know i’m not in grave danger?”

He looked at you for a second and let out a giggle “I don’t think you’d be that mad if I did to be honest”

You were about to answer on the same note when you noticed you were receiving a call, since your phone was in your hand, Sehun took a glance as well and let out a sigh “Ah what does this guy wants now?”

It was Jungkook who was calling “well, unlike someone who has completely ignored school exits, he is probably just wanting to know something about our assignment”

“Yeah and who calls at a sunday to talk about school y/n?”

“I’m not answering ok? just forget about it”

“You shouldn’t even have his phone, he’s probably gonna track you at some time”

“Oh my God Sehun, stop assuming everyone is plotting against us, I know we’ve came across people like that but he’s just a normal guy, at least have normal suspicious a jealous person would have instead of assuming he is a criminal”

“So you’re saying I should be jealous?”

“That’s your choice, but you shouldn’t be stressing over this today, even if your intuition says he is ready to hunt me down, just focus on your day and let’s enjoy it together”

“You’re right” he said and seemed to relax a little bit.”Let me connect my playlist now instead of hearing your shitty song choices please, it’s my birthday”

“Oh god, will I really have to endure 50 cent Sehun again?”

“Yes, you will” he laughed along and pressed play.

While he seemed to have fun you found yourself looking at him for more than you should until eventually he realized too “what’s up?”

“Nothing, you looked cute that’s all”

“So you finally admit 50 cent Sehun is the cutest Sehun?” he asks with a smile on his face

“Hmmm no, original Sehun is still the cutest” you followed with a kiss on his cheek.

“I should have birthdays more often”

“Shush don’t ruin the moment... how far are we anyways?”

“Not too far, I’ve heard time goes faster if you kiss the one who’s getting older today”

You slapped his arm “I told you not to ruin the moment but you can’t help it right?”

He followed by turning up the volume of the song and trying to get you to sing with him, which turned into a mess of giggles and him shouting for you to ‘be the beyonce to his jayz’

How the hell did you end up liking this guy of all people?

The karaoke session did help in making the time pass faster and Sehun announced you have arrived.

You were in the middle of nowhere and all you could see was green “you’re not ledit kidnapping me right?” you asked as he got out of the car and went to get something in the backseat.

“Nah, that’d take too much work, instead I am going to poison you with this” he took out a picnic basket.

“What? We’re having a picnic?” You helped him getting the bottle he was carrying and followed him.

“Yeah,...is that weird?”

“No, it’s so cute, we haven’t had one in years”

You found a nice spot to sit down and start your picnic. “How did you find this? Did you just drive until you found somewhere peaceful?”

“What? no, I rented that cabin we just passed through for us”

“Oh?”

“You thought I’d come all the way just to have a picnic and then drive all the way back?”

“I don’t know, I’m just surprised you’d be so romantic, are you trying to seduce me Oh Sehun?”

“I’d only need me for that, but no, I just wanted to spend some quality time with my-” he stopped himself and continued “with you”

You smiled “what was that?”

“You got it”

“Were you gonna call me your girlfriend or am I hearing things?”

“Yeah I guess” he shrugged his shoulders “I thought you’d find it weird though”

“No, I just wasn’t aware i was...”

“I mean” he gulped “Do you want to?”

“Want to what?” you teased him and hid your smile behind the glass you were having.

“I swear you just love to torture me since we met” he whined and took a breath “Do you, y/n , want to be my girlfriend?”

“Hmmmm” you pretended to think about it and picked up a flower that was close to you “should I say yes?” you took out a petal “or should I say no?” you repeated the action and saw Sehun rolling his eyes beside you and moving towards you, he picked up the flower from your hands and placed it above your right ear as he said “Stop making me go through this and just answer”

“Of course” you gave him a quick peck “what else would I answer?” he pulled you in for another kiss, but this time more than just a peck as you felt his other arm hug your waist for support, you welcomed his advances and allowed yourself to fall into his embrace, and he laid you down gently as the touches grew more heavy.

You suddenly felt him smile in the kiss and opened your eyes slightly when he stopped for a brief moment “I didn’t rent a cabin for us to do this in the grass”

Laughing at his antics you agreed “that’s my boyfriend”

You two ended up finishing your meal and then heading to the cabin afterwards where he attacked you with kisses which he claimed was his dessert, not that you minded anyways and you spent a pretty fun afternoon entangled in each other’s arms.

“This is so much better than a party, you were right” you said while you two were cuddling near the fire place. He hummed and you remembered “do you remember the first time you kissed me was exactly a year ago?”

“Yeah, that’s true” 

“I still wonder what made you confess to me all of a sudden, was it just the alcohol or?”

“Well the alcohol helped but no, I just I don’t know, I realized I liked you for real and thought I should try”

“I’m glad you did”

He hugged you a little bit stronger and said “you seem to be the only thing in my life I’m sure of, the rest is just fuzzy”

“Well I can relate, we did find out together that our lives weren’t what they seemed to be and we’re going through it, it’s gonna get better”

You both jumped as you heard a harsh knock at the door.

A/N: Short and sweet I guess but this time I won’t take this long to update since next part will be the second to last part of this baby, thank you for reading 

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feelings are fatal (13/24)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, past steve rogers x reader

word count: 3,586

summary: After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

chapter warnings: swearing

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a/n: Oblivious!reader is slowly becoming... less oblivious.  At least to her own feelings.  Also, holy shit, guys.  We’re over halfway through the series now.  Anyways, let me know what you think!

You were about to lose your god damn mind. In the days since The Kiss, you hadn’t been able to get it out of your head.  Every other second of the day, you found yourself wondering about it.

Or, more specifically, wondering about Bucky.

He occupied your every thought, even when he was sitting right beside you.  You found yourself wanting to know if he was busy, if you should go talk to him, if you should not talk to him because what if you made things awkward because you couldn’t get that stupid kiss out of your head and—

And if Natasha was here, she’d be smacking you upside the head and telling you to get it together.  She’d tell you to stop working yourself into a tizzy.

She’d also probably tell you to talk to Bucky how you were feeling, but whatever.  That was beside the point.  And anyway, it wasn’t like you could actually bring it up to him.  He’d think you liked him!

And, okay, yeah—you did like him.  As in, like like him.

And while you knew that he wouldn’t make you feel bad about it, you just couldn’t bring yourself to bring it up.  Because what would happen to your friendship?  It would change everything and you didn’t think you could handle losing him as your best friend.

There was also the little fact that you had been his best friend’s girlfriend just a few months before, but for some reason, that didn’t seem as big of a problem as of late.

“You’re distracted.”

You jumped as you turned to see Pepper standing beside you and wondered when the hell she got there.  Exactly how long had you been staring into space?

“Everything okay?” The older woman asked, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at you.  She looked incredibly well put together, even though she’d been running a birthday party for the past two hours.

“Yeah,” you reassured her as you looked out at the yard.  You’d decided to hold Morgan’s fifth birthday party at the cabin, not wanting to invite the few friends she had to the compound.  “Just a little tired.”

Pepper raised her eyebrows as she followed your gaze, finding it resting on Bucky.  She didn’t even think you had realized that you were openly staring at the man.

Not that he had noticed yet.  He was busy carting around her daughter on his shoulders while she yanked on his hair like a horse.

“Onward!” She said, pointing towards the lake.  Her pretty little face was set with determination.

“Of course, princess!” Bucky said with as much gusto as he mustered.  He ambled towards the lake, Morgan’s friends following after with loud giggles.

She’d met Allison, Brandan, Mason, Lilah, Caroline, and Mariah at the support group that Pepper went to for mothers who had lost their spouse.  There were about nine women in it, all dealing with the struggle of raising a kid without a partner.  And the matriarch of the two-member family knew she was lucky.  She had a handful of superheroes always looking out for her daughter while the other women that she met often had no one.  Often times, they also couldn’t afford the high rates of good babysitters in the city.

It’s what led to her offering to have some of the children over at the compound when their mothers were at work or just needed some time to themselves.  She’d send Happy to go pick them up, Morgan sitting in the backseat with a bunch of toys for all of them to play with.

The three kids that weren’t there were babies, too young to make the trip out to the cabin without their mother, even though they often were found at the compound with the best babysitters available.

It was good, knowing that Morgan had friends. She’d spent most of her childhood with only her parents and her small extended family.

And as much as her little family loved her, it wasn’t the same as having peers her own age.

“So, anything happen recently that you haven’t told me about?” Pepper asked, crossing her arms over her chest.  You still had that look in your eyes, the one that said you’d be willing to do anything for the man currently playing in the yard.  “You’ve been a little weird since the day Bucky took you to the aquarium.”

“Huh?”  You finally turned to look at her, e/c eyes widening slightly as you realized she’d been talking.  “I’m so sorry,” you said as your cheeks went a soft shade of crimson.  “I’m a little out of it.”

“Come on, Y/N.  What’s going on?” She asked as she leaned against the wooden column at the top of the stairs that led up to the cabin porch.  “You’ve been out of it since you got back from the aquarium with Bucky a few days ago.”

“Nothing!” You squeaked out, wincing when you realized that your quick answer might not be too convincing.  The way that she raised her eyebrow let you know that she didn’t think so either.  “I…”  Huffing, you covered your face with your hands and turned away from her.  “I kissed him.”

Pepper’s eyes widened as she heard your mumbles. She was sure that you’d said that you had kissed Bucky, but she had to be sure.  “You…  You kissed him?!”

“Shhh!” You hurried over to her, covering her mouth with your hands.  The last thing you needed was everyone else hearing you, let alone the man in question.  “Yes!” You hissed, eyes darting around you.  “Yes, okay?!  I kissed him! And then I ran!”

She yanked your hands away, eyes getting even wider.  “YOU RAN AWAY?!”

“Pepper!  Keep it down!”  Your cheeks were flaming, visible even underneath the makeup you’d deigned to put on for the party.  “He’s gonna hear you!”

“He’s at the lake with the kids!  He won’t hear anything over their screaming!”

“Still!”

“You’re being overdramatic!”

“I am not!”

“Yes, you are!  Just like how running away was overdramatic!”

You let out a loud grown, gripping your hair in your fingers as you tried to make sense of the mess in your head.  “Yes, I kissed him.  And, yes, I ran.”  Biting your lip, you turned to look at your semi-mentor, kinda-mother figure.  “But we talked about it before we drove home, and it’s cool!”

The strawberry-blonde crossed her arms over her chest.  “And by ‘cool,’ you mean…”

“We decided to forget about it,” you said. You were doing your best to appear nonchalant, but you were probably completely failing at it.

“Okay—but why?”

“What do you mean, ‘but why?’”

“Do you not like him?” She asked, though she already knew the answer.  Hell, she knew your emotions better than you did, and she was also aware of the fact that you were head over heels for him.

Even if you weren’t willing to admit it yet.

Bottom lip trapped between your teeth, your eyes slid over to where Bucky was still playing with the kids out by the lake. It was just like the Fourth of July, if only a little more peaceful since you’d made good with the Rogers.  Your heart had felt calm for what felt like five minutes before being thrown back into a loop.

“Y/N?”  Her voice had softened considerably, realizing just how badly it had thrown you.  Sure, she had expected this, and she had expected that you would be confused, but this was…  This was something else.

“I do,” you finally said.  And god, that fucking scared you.

Could you put your heart on the line again? Could you risk going through all the heartache that came from loving someone like James Buchanan Barnes?  Hell, could you risk losing James Buchanan Barnes if it all went to shit?  If it all went up in flames?  You’d thought that Steve was worth the risk, hadn’t even thought about it before giving yourself over to him, heart and soul.

When he’d finally given it back, it’d been a little more damaged than it had been, a little more cracked.

And sure, you’d learned some shit from your relationship.  You’d learned more about what you needed and what you wanted in a partner.

But it still hurt like a bitch.

And, anyways, it had only been a few months since the breakup.  Wasn’t it bad for you to have moved on so quickly?

Then again, your relationship had kind of been dead for a while before it had officially ended.  You two lived like ghosts, pretending to be okay while crying in the shower where the other couldn’t see.  Both of you had put up fronts for each other, not wanting to worry the other.

“Steve, have you seen my wallet?” You called out, searching the couch cushions.  You were supposed to be driving out to Tony and Pepper’s to see them and sweet baby Morgan with Natasha.

That is, if you could find your god damn keys.

“Steve!”

“No, I haven’t,” he said blankly as he came out of the shower.  His skin was a bright pink, and you knew that he’d spent the last forty-five minutes trying to scrub away what he considered to be his failures.  His hair was dripping onto his t-shirt, and it hit you.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him naked, let alone the last time you’d had sex.  Hell, the two of you didn’t even cuddle at night.  You slept on opposite sides of the bed, like the Red Sea parting for Moses.  But the only thing between you two at night was a mess of sheets and the ghosts of those you’d lost.  Both of you lost in mourning your little family.

You were lost in mourning the man you had never thought you’d see again.  The Asset, the Soldat, who you had learned was named James Buchanan Barnes.  You’d learned that he had been your boyfriend’s best friend before World War II, before his best friend had fallen from a train and before he’d gone down in the ice.

You had never thought you’d see him again after Natasha got you out of the Red Room.

And even if you had gotten over your little seventeen-year-old crush, it had been nice seeing him out of the chains that HYDRA kept him in, the mask gone for good.

“Well, can you help me find them?” You asked, shoving the couch cushion back in place.  You were getting more and more frustrated by the minute as you walked to the bedroom. The little apartment that you called your home felt so foreign.  The two of you only ever spent time there to sleep and get ready for the day.

You spent most of your time at the compound with Natasha, despite how much Steve hated it.  He never said it, but you knew he did.  He hated watching you leave in the morning to go and help your pseudo-older sister with searching the world for answers, for some kind of way to bring everyone back.

He hated it because he considered it ‘holding onto the past’ instead of moving on.  And, yeah, okay.  He was a fucking hypocrite.  Because he spent hours every day telling other survivors that they needed to try to move on when he himself couldn’t do it.

“I don’t know where they are,” Steve said, running his fingers through his wet hair.

“I don’t understand how that affects your ability to help me look, but okay,” you muttered under your breath as you tore through your desk.  The both of you were being unfair, but you couldn’t help it.  You just wanted to get out of this god damn hell hole and get to your sister.

The blond rolled his eyes as he stood in the doorway. “There’s no need to fucking snap at me.”

You raised your eyebrows as you stood back up, hands going to your hips.  “Is there something you want to say to me?  Because, if so, just say it instead of sitting there and watching me instead of helping.”

“Fine,” he said, shifting his weight.  His jaw was clenched dangerously tight.  “I don’t like how much time you spend at Tony’s.” He probably should’ve said that it was because he missed you, because he never got to see you for more than probably five minutes at a time unless you were sleeping, but he didn’t.

“They’re my family, Steve,” you said, shaking your head as you turned back to searching for your keys.

“And I’m your boyfriend.  Can’t you just stay home for one fucking day?”

You rolled your eyes, anger boiling in your veins. You knew you were about to say something you didn’t mean, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop your big, fat mouth from opening.  “I already chose you over my family once.  Isn’t that enough for you?”

Silence fell over the room and you looked up.  Steve was staring at you as though you’d physically slapped him.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped towards him, only to have him step back.  “I didn’t mean that.  I’m sorry,” you said, your breathing shaky.  You didn’t regret choosing Steve’s sides of the Accords.  Hell, you agreed with him.

But you had known that making him think that you regretted it would hurt him.  It would hurt him deep.  He’d felt so guilty when you chose him over Tony and had spent the entire time you two were on the run apologizing.

“No, I get it,” he snapped, baby blues narrowed.  “Go spend your time with your fucking family.”

You held your breath as you watched him storm out of your bedroom.  A few seconds later you heard the door of his office slam shut.  You let out a disbelieving huff as you saw your keys resting on the bedside table on your side, right next to your wallet.

Grabbing them, you headed for the front door, but you hesitated.  You raised your hand to knock on Steve’s office door but let it fall before you could bring yourself to do it.

If he was going to be an ass, then so be it.

“I don’t know what to do, Pep,” you said, eyes teary as you turned to look at her.  “I can’t get my heart broken again.  I can’t do it.  I won’t be able to handle it.”

She sighed as she cupped your cheek, taking in your distraught face.  “I understand, sweetheart,” she said, her motherly instincts taking over.  “When I first got with Tony, I was terrified.  He was such a player and I didn’t want to be just another girl in his bed.”  Her own eyes watered as she remembered her late husband and all the shit he used to get up to.  “But it was worth it.  The risk was worth it.  And, honey, I think you know by now that what you feel for Bucky is real and not just a crush, and I think that’s what truly scares you.  Because if it fails, it’s going to hurt that much more.”  She nodded towards the man in question, watching as his eyes met yours across the yard.  His brows furrowed as he took in your expression, and he immediately began to head for you.  “But I know for a fact that he’s worth it.  That you could have something so beautiful together.”  She went quiet as he got closer, watching as he jogged up to the steps.

“Malen’kaya…  Are you okay?” He asked, voice going soft as he stopped halfway up the stairs.  He seemed hesitant to head all the way up, and you knew in that moment that he was just as scared of losing you as you were of losing him.

“Yeah,” you said, wiping under your eyes.  A small smile tugged at your lips.  “Just thinking about how grateful I am for everyone.”  After a moment, you added, “For you.”

“Any reason you’re getting all sentimental?” He asked as he moved up another step, so he was eye level with you.

You shook your head with a soft smile, trying your best to ignore the butterflies that were bursting in your stomach from being so close to him.  “No reason.”  You nodded towards the kids that were still playing in the yard.  “I see you’ve finally found your true peers.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” he said with a teasing eye roll.

“I’m serious!” You said, an impish glint in your eyes.  “You don’t fit in with the other old men, you say that you don’t fit in with people my age.  It only makes sense that you’d find true kinship with actual children.”

Bucky smirked as he nudged you towards the door.  “Come on, sugar.  I think it’s almost time for cake.”

The Asset stared down at the envelope in his hand. He knew this was risky.  This could end in the both of you getting killed, but he had to risk it.

It would be worth it, as long as you were safe.

His target was still lying dead in a pool of his own blood on the living room floor, mere feet from him.  He knew he’d have to be quick about the cleanup, or his handler would get suspicious over what was taking him so long.

But the second he had seen the stack of envelopes, he knew he had to take the chance.  He’d found the legal pad mere seconds after searching the desk, snatching a pen and scribbling out a note.

Your sister is in trouble.  You need to get her out now.

And yeah, it was fucking cryptic.  But he knew that she would understand.  Or, it would at least scare her enough to do what was needed to be done.

And that meant that she would come for you.

Finding the address of the Avengers Tower was easy. A little too easy.  But then again, if security simply thought it was a piece of fan mail, it would make it that much easier to get to her.

And so, he scribbled ‘Natalia Romanov’ across the middle of the envelope, as well as her address, before slipping the note inside. With a swipe of his tongue, it was shut and almost ready to be sent.

Now all he needed was a stamp.  Stamps, stamps, stamps…

There was only two left, and he used both of them, unsure how many it would take to get to New York City.  Hell, he didn’t even know what city he was in.

The Asset’s heart was pounding against his ribcage as he finished cleaning up his target.  Once that was done and he was sure no one would find him for a few days, he headed out of the house and slipped the envelope into the mailbox for the mailman to pick up the next day.

As he drove away, he felt a weight lift off of his shoulders.  It was done. It would reach the assassin-turned-Avenger within a few days, and he could guarantee that you’d be safe from the clutches of the Red Room and HYDRA soon after.  There was no way that Natasha would risk your life.

But there was a deep sadness inside his chest.  He knew that as soon as Natasha rescued you, there was no going back.  He’d never get to see you again.  He’d never get to see his precious malen’kaya again.

And he had to be okay with that.  He had to be okay with simply knowing that you were safe, even if it wasn’t with him.

Because what mattered most was that you were alive.

“Happy birthday to you!  Happy birthday to you!  Happy birthday, dear Morgan!  Happy birthday to you!” Everyone sang as they gathered around the dining room table, cheering as the now five-year-old blew out her candles.  She struggled with the last two, having to blow four more times before they finally went out.

The other party-goers were scrambling to get a piece of the huge sheet cake that had been laid out.  The kids were all calling out the different pieces that they wanted.

And Bucky was in the middle of it all, hoisting the birthday girl onto his hip as her mother passed out plates.

There was a strange sort of happiness in the air. Like, you all were having a good time, but there was still the cloud hanging over your head that was HYDRA. You knew you were going to have to deal with it sooner than later, even if you didn’t want to.

But for now, you’d do your best to enjoy the festivities.

“You put ideas in my head.”

Steve raised his eyebrows at you, the wrinkles in his forehead much more pronounced with his age.  “What kind of ideas are we talking about?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.  “About Bucky.”

“When did I do that?” He asked in confusion.

“When I came over a few weeks ago,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.  You two were standing a little off to the side, out of the way of everyone.  Peggy was helping serve the cake, happy to help with the little ones.  “You said all the stuff about finding the person I’m meant to be with.  The one who’ll love me like I deserve.”

The old man couldn’t help but grin at your frustration.  “Y/N, I never said anything about Bucky when I said all that.”

Well, fuck.

[thatmultifandomhoe]

Strawberry Cream and BBQ - 21

Pairing: Hybrid Hoseok and Human Reader

Overview: Your best friend knows she can count on you for anything, so when she asks you to watch her hybrid while she’s gone for a study abroad trip for four months, you can’t say no. But when these four months are over, things have changed in a way no one expected.

Word Count: 6,421

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Future smut, Angst, Best friends to Lovers

Warning: Angst and Fluff

Master List

Sneak Peak - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 (Final) - Move in Day: A SC&BBQ Drabble

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Smoothing out your leggings, you took an easy breath in and counted to ten before releasing it. The rest of your day had been a domino effect after Hoseok left, leaving you exhausted, confused, and frustrated by the time you got home. Professors were changing the syllabuses, the work load was increasing, and you were getting the late shifts at the store – which meant you were closing up more and more often – something you weren’t personally all that found of to begin with.

The only saving grace had been a single phone call from Hoseok during a short break you had. He wanted to remind you to eat lunch at some point since you had a habit of forgetting to do so, as well as to let you know that he couldn’t wait for tonight. There had been no mention of Sue, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him about this morning. You couldn’t hide it from him for long. If he mentioned anything then you would tell him, especially since it appeared that she was going to try and come back even earlier.

But now…now it was nearing seven – ten minutes to spare actually – and Hoseok hadn’t shown up yet. In that time, you had curled your hair, done your makeup, and managed to pick out an outfit that coordinated with everything. Black leggings paired with a cream-colored sweater that was soft to the touch, and a thin cranberry infinity scarf loosely looped around your neck twice. To pull it all together, you had your own well loved and worn leather jacket on, and black knee-high boots with a two-inch heel and some silver jewelry for the final touch.

The only thing missing, was Hoseok himself.

You shut the bedroom light off as you walked out of the room, the strap of your purse on your shoulder. It must be later than he thinks, you thought, settling on the couch with your phone in hand. He’s probably just busy with practice. It wouldn’t be surprising if that was the case, and the with show happening in May, he was planning on adding in extra hours at the Dance Studio for practice.

Out of habit, you opened up the last message that Sue had sent. She had yet to give an update on the finer details of her return home, but that was fine with you. In fact, you wished she hadn’t lied to her professor and would just finish the study abroad program. She was only leaving a month early after all. Yes, it was terrible what Colin did, and your heart went out to Sue, but was it really a good enough reason to come back home from a once in a lifetime chance?

Sighing, you dropped your phone into the purse, focusing on the TV. Entertainment Tonight was going through the most newsworthy events that happened to the celebrities in Hollywood. Someone got engaged, The Brady Brunch’s house was getting built, and like always, actresses and actors were walking on red carpets for movie premiers. Absolutely newsworthy…for the upper class.

It had your attention for the next ten minutes, and when it was seven o’clock on the dot, there was a sudden knock at the door. Jumping in your seat, you glanced around as if there was someone else in your apartment who was expecting company.

“Coming,” you called out, pressing one hand against your chest.

Opening the door, you spotted the pair of black dress shoes first. Then as your eyes trailed up, a white button dress shirt tucked into fitted black slack that were cinched with a black leather belt.

“A little birdy told me,” Hoseok smiled as he moved his arm out from behind his back, revealing a bouquet of carnations and lilies in red paper. “That someone’s taking you out on a date tonight.”

You were absolutely speechless.

His grinned widened as you silently accepted the bouquet of flowers. He had spent the last ten minutes deciding on which ones to bring, only making it back to the apartment in the nick of time. Leaning against the door frame, he pulled his right hand out of his pocket to reveal his watch. “Seven, right?”

“And you’re late,” you finally spoke, smiling as you looked up at Hoseok. Taking a step back into the apartment, he followed you inside as you went to go get a vase from one of the cabinets.

“No, I am on time,” Hobi playfully argued. His gaze softened as he watched you trim the flowers, carefully putting them in the water as if they were glass. Roses, as beautiful as they are, weren’t your favorite flowers. They were too expensive, overused for the holiday season, and personally, you didn’t think they lasted very long. “I was here exactly at seven.”

You set the vase in the center of the island with a roll of your eyes, taking a short step back towards Hobi to admire them. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

Hoseok simply wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. Without speaking, he kissed your shoulder once and slowly swayed the two of you back and forth. “I know things haven’t been smooth sailing so far,” he murmured, his arms only tightening the slightest. “But they will be one day. One day, all of this will be behind us, and it’ll just be the two of us.”

As he spoke, your eyes watered up. Some days were just really hard – the two of you hadn’t even been able to spend his heat together in peace – and it made you wonder if it would ever get better. Would it, when Sue came home? Or will that be another battle on top of everything else?

At the end of the day though, it was Hoseok who made it all better, who made it worth everything. Turning your head, you leaned your forehead against his, taking the moment to collect yourself and to push back those unwanted tears.

“I know something happened today,” he gently added, watching as your face fell. He didn’t take any comfort in knowing that you had been hiding this all day today. It wasn’t that he was upset that you never said anything – he had mulled it over and came to the conclusion that he would have done the same thing – it was the fact that you kept it to yourself. That you hid how you really felt behind a mask. That’s what hurt him the most. “Sue sent me a text today; she’s coming home early. And from your reaction, you already knew that.”

“I planned on telling you, I just…I just wanted us to have one day. One day where it didn’t involve us worrying…”

For the first time in your friendship with Sue, you were tired of her and the drama. Maybe it was because the day hadn’t been great, but you hated the fact that Hoseok and you seemed to be tip toeing around her. You understood wanting to tell her that the two of you were mates when she came back. That wasn’t exactly something you could explain over the phone to someone, especially when they’re the owner of the hybrid. But she was taking her own hurt and anger from Colin out on the two of you and it wasn’t fair.

“I know baby, I know,” Hoseok softly cooed. His shoes clicked against the tile floor as he moved in front of you, pressing his finger against your chin until you were looking up at him. His heart immediately clenched at the sight of the tears swimming in your eyes, seconds away from falling down. The hybrid side of him wanted to growl in frustration and comfort you at the same time. But he was forced to push instincts aside, focusing solely on your scent to calm himself and finish his sentence instead of carrying you to the bedroom and cuddling you.

He promised you a date and dammit, he was taking you out. “I’m frustrated with this too. I believe that you were going to tell me and I know that none of this has been easy. But we’re going to figure this out, I know we will. It’s going to be okay. Which is why tonight…tonight, we’re not focusing on any of that. We’re not going to talk about Sue or Colin, or anyone who’s been giving us hell. You, my beautiful mate got all dressed up and I’m taking you out on a date tonight, because you’re the only woman I want to spend my time with.”

Stopping to catch his breath, he smiled when he saw your lips twitch in a smile. “Tonight, it’s just you, and me. Even when we come home, it’ll just be the two of us. We can worry about everything else in the morning. So, if we get a call or text from Sue, we’re ignoring it. What do you say baby? Does that sound okay?”

God, you wanted to cry.

You had no idea what you did, be it in some previous life or the one you were currently living in, but you must have done something pretty damn special to end up with a mate like Hoseok. Wordlessly, you nodded. His offer was exactly what you had been trying to do since you got Sue’s text. He just managed to word it better.

Taking a shaky breath, you rapidly blinked back your eyes to get rid of the tears.

Watching you do this, Hoseok quietly walked back around you and hugged you from behind, kissing where he had marked you. There was nothing except love flowing from each kiss. With his gentle touches, your tears were gone in a matter of minutes, leaving you calm once more.

“Feel better?” Hoseok murmured, kissing your mark one last time before lifting his head.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” Releasing one last shaky breath, you covered his hand with yours, easily lacing your fingers together. “So, where are you planning on taking me?” It was all you could say to put you back on track for the night. You wanted this night to be about the two of you and no one else, just like he promised.

He straightened up and led you out of the kitchen, gently squeezing your hand as he handed you your purse. “Now that would just ruin the surprise. I guess you’ll just have to wait and find out when we get there.” He shot you a smile, and like he had hoped, it made you giggle. Your giggle alone made him feel like he was doing something right.

“Is this how all our dates are going to be?” You teased, following him out the door. “You surprising me?”

Even though you had already told him that you understood the significance of the mate mark, that it was what you wanted, it still sent a thrill to his heart whenever you mentioned the future, bluntly or casually, like how you just asked about future dates. It meant the world to him.

As the elevator doors closed, he slipped his arm around your waist, resting his palm on your hip. “No. I know for a fact you’re going to end up surprising me.”

“Hoseok,” you whined. “Can I open my eyes yet?”

Glancing at your face, Hoseok shook his head. He should have brought a bandana to cover your eyes, but it had slipped his mind and didn’t return until the two of you were down the street from Kim Seokjin’s Cafe.

“Just a little further Strawberry,” he promised, feeling your grip on his hand tighten when your foot wobbled for a second. But he quickly placed his free hand on your waist to support you. At least he had enough memory to walk behind you to make sure you didn’t fall and get hurt. “I got you baby. A little trust would be nice.”

“So wouldn’t sight,” you joked, smiling as you blindly walked forward.

“Touché Strawberry, touché.”

You didn’t say anything else though, simply listening to water tinkling down the manholes and cars driving by as Hoseok guided you to, well, wherever he was taking you to.

According to the calendar, Spring was to be here in two weeks, but apparently mother nature had other plans. The weather had been shooting up to the fifties and even, dare you say, the low sixties for some reason. Snow had been melting left and right and with the warm temperatures, you secretly wished for an early Spring, that way summer would get here quicker. But at seven at night, there was still a light breeze in the air that reminded that it was winter for a little while longer.

Hoseok’s hands gently squeezed you, signaling you to stop. His shoes scuffed against the sidewalk as he moved behind you once again, his hands slowly running up your sides until they settled on your shoulders.

You were hyper aware of his touch, your breath catching as you felt his chest press against your back, or how his thumbs couldn’t seem to remain still and were rubbing circles into your shoulders. When he lowered his mouth to your ear, it was like the breeze disappeared altogether and it was suddenly summer.

“Open your eyes Strawberry,” He whispered, pecking the side of your head. “We’re here.”

There was no hesitation. It did however, take you a few minutes to process where you were. At first, you didn’t understand where he had taken you. You didn’t recognize the high tables against the floor to ceiling windows or the cream couch and matching armchairs on the left side of the building, or even the fancy coffee machines that were placed behind the counter. Since it was late out, the lights weren’t as bright but on the dimmer side to set the mood, emphasizing the wooden furniture that was a variety of shade of brown.

It clicked however, when you saw a familiar face walk out from a room behind the kitchen. His lips pulled in a smile as his wind shield wiper laughter was heard even outside.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, your hands coming up to cover your mouth. “You…remembered?”

A sense of pride filled Hoseok’s chest. “Of course I did.” Nuzzling the side of your face, he kissed your cheek just as his smile split into a grin that he couldn’t contain any longer. “Now, are we just going to stand out here, or are we actually going in?”

You giggled like a school girl, unable to help it. Hoseok led you to the entrance, only letting you go to open the door, his hand settling on the small of your back as he led you to a high table near the window on the right side of the room.

It was actually busy for seven at night, but it wasn’t overly crowded so as Hoseok asked if the table he chose was alright, you heard him just fine. Even then his gentleman manners didn’t stop at the door, pulling the chair out for you and helping you on to it.

“What kind of mate would I be if I didn’t help you?” He teased, settling in his seat across from you. You were only able to shake your head, but your smile and blushing cheeks said otherwise.

“You’d be a crappy mate, that’s for sure.” A sudden voice coming from behind you said, making you jump in your seat.

Turning, you relaxed when you saw that it was Jin. His dark brown cat ears twitching as he smiled at the two of you, a tray filled with empty plates and mugs balanced on his arm. “Hey Jin.”

He smiled, his free arm coming to pull you into a brief side hug. “Hi to you too. It’s about time you finally got around to coming here. I can’t chat for long, but I’ll be back with coffees for the both of you. When I return, there better be a decision on a dessert or my heart will be broken.”

And as quickly as he had appeared, Jin swiftly maneuvered back into the heart of his café, his sleek tail bobbing in the air as he disappeared behind the kitchen doors.

“Doesn’t he need to know what kind of coffees we want first?” You hesitantly asked, stealing a glance at the menu, written neatly in white chalk that hung above the coffee machines. There were at least three chalk board menus for all the different types of coffee that Jin made.

“He knows my usual,” Hoseok explained, reaching across the table to take your right hand to hold in both of his. “Since this is your first time however, he’s going to surprise you. But he’s dead serious about us knowing what we want for a dessert.”

Pressing your lips together, you nodded, going to look at the menu again when Hoseok gently squeezed your hand. You raised an eyebrow, your smile softening as he kissed your knuckles before speaking. “Trust me with dessert?”

“I trust you with everything,” you automatically answered. It was cheesy, but absolutely true, and even made Hoseok’s smile widen. Just like you had wondered how you got so lucky to have him, he was thanking the heavens for having a mate as sweet and perfect like you.

“Well I think that was even cheesier than my cheesecake and I’m king of dad jokes,” Jin pipped in, this time returning with two mugs of hot coffee. “One boring and plain dark roast for Hoseok, and for the lady, one hot Raspberry Love Potion. And for dessert?”

You were too focused on alternating your attention between the coffee and Jin, still trying to wrap your mind around the name of what he called it, that you missed what Hoseok said.

“Raspberry what?” You cleverly repeated, looking at Hoseok when Jin left.

Hobi simply chuckled as he released your hand to lean back in his seat. “Raspberry Love Potion,” he repeated for you. Glancing at the cuff of his shirt, he undid the buttons and started to roll the sleeve up to his elbow. “When Namjoon and I were here, he brought him a Devil’s Blueberry Chocolate Mocha. Give it a try, they always taste better than they sound.”

Licking your bottom lip, you glanced at his now exposed arms, giddily smiling as you wrapped both hands around the fairly large mug. The heat warmed your palms up immediately and spread up your body making you sigh in comfort. Taking a sip, you were pleasantly surprised that the coffee tasted like raspberries, the coffee beans offering a little bitterness to the sweetness of the fruit. Mixed together, your taste buds exploded as you took another drink, this one longer than the first.

“Told you,” Hoseok sang, watching the world breaking moment.

With a roll of your eyes, the name of the coffee became more fitting with each sip you took. Finally setting the glass mug on the table, you slid your fingers over Hoseok’s forearm now that his sleeves were at his elbows. His skin was soft as you lightly traced the veins, a habit you noticed yourself doing more and more often.

Hoseok simply smiled, watching you as his eyes softened at not only your touch, but because he could sense you relaxing. You were stressed. It was all piling up on you: school, work, Sue, and he was always able to sense it even when you were laughing. It never went away. But as your fingers grazed his tan skin, he could almost see the stress evaporating from you, your shoulders drooping as they relaxed.

“How are your classes going?” He softly questioned.

You shrugged, lifting your head to look at him as you scrunched your nose up. Uh oh. “It’s not bad, really it isn’t, but some of the authors we have to read for my American Literature class are annoying. We’re in the Transcendentalist period and I want to rip my hair out.”

“Ah, it can’t be that bad.” Turning his arm over so you could continue following the path, he shivered at your touch. It reminded him of those brief moments in-between his heat, when the two of you were trying to catch an hour or two of sleep and you would gently trace invisible shapes on his arm, your pace slowing as you finally fell asleep. It was relaxing and to him, it was precious. Precious because as fantastic as the sex was, those moments when you were wrapped in his arms were pure; a reminder that it wasn’t just about pure instinct, but love.

“My professor is amazing. He’s clearly passionate about the subject which makes it easier to understand, but I just don’t like the period. I love, absolutely love, the Romantic period.” Your fingers stopped as continued to explain, and unknown to you, Hoseok saw the way your eyes lit up with excitement and with his enhanced hearing, he heard the slight increase in pitch.

“Tell me,” he used his free hand to lift his mug, drinking his coffee. “Was it because of all the romance?”

But you shook your head, giggling because you knew why he asked that. “More like the lack of romance. The Romantic period was the time of Edgar Allan Poe, Nathanial Hawthorne’s Young Goodman Brown. It was split between the Dark and Light, and it’s absolutely beautiful. The language they used; it was haunting and filled with despair…” Licking your lips, you took your hand off his arm, using it to gesture as you spoke. “And if you didn’t like the Dark, you had Washington Irving and his story Rip Van Winkle, filled with magic and even humor. There’s just so much offered in that period, I could spend forever studying it.”

As you spoke, Hoseok found himself getting lost in each word you uttered. He hadn’t gone to college, if it weren’t for the help from the patient and kind people at the Homeless Center for Hybrids, he probably wouldn’t have been able to get his GED.  It wasn’t that he didn’t understand, it was the fact that you were so passionate about this that it had him hooked. He wanted to hear every word, wanted to know which was your favorite and why you hated those Transcendentalist people.

Jin came by again, but seeing that you were talking, he simply placed the dessert on the table in the middle of you two with two forks and a smile. “Chocolate cheesecake with raspberries and strawberries on the side. Enjoy.”

Even though he had tried not to distract you from the conversation, your voice halted when he announced the dessert. Blinking, you stared at the plate holding the slice of cheesecake, large enough for three people, and the bowl of fruit.

“Usually, Jin puts the fruit on the cheesecake,” Hoseok explained, handing you a fork. “But I know you hate strawberries, so I had him put them on the side.”

You took the fork, the corners of your lips curling in smile. “And the cheesecake?” Teasing him, you leaned forward as you took a raspberry from the bowl, popping it into your mouth.

“That sweet tooth of yours is almost as big as Namjoon is tall. Plus, if my memory serves me right, when we first met you brought the dessert. A cheesecake platter that surprised everyone because, as you had apparently said multiple times before, ‘cheesecake is meant for special occasions.’ Am I right?”

He raised an eyebrow, happily taking a bite of the cake as he waited for your response. From the way that your eyes got a little glassy, suddenly blinking to gain control of your emotions, he knew he was hitting it spot on.

There wasn’t anything for you to say. This was by far, the most romantic date that you could remember going on. The fact that he remembered something that you said, something that you thought to be so small, meant the world to you. “You’ve cared since way back then?” You found yourself asking, your voice thick with emotion.

Hoseok lowered his fork, switching it to his left hand so that he could reach over and slip his hand into yours. “Of course, I’ve cared. I may not have known that you were my mate back then, but I’ve always cared about you.” Squeezing your hand, he glanced at the mate mark on your neck. It didn’t look as bad when he made it, the skin was no longer red but he knew it was still tender to the touch. Maybe in a few days it would be completely healed. “You were my best friend, and still are. Even though she’s my owner, I always paid attention to you and what you said, because you were just as important to me. Even more so now.”

The back of your eyes stung with unshed tears and as you blinked them away, you noticed a couple other female hybrids glancing in your direction, nodding with hopeful looks. Daydreaming of their own mates one day saying something as sweet as that to them.

“Hoseok,” you softly whispered.

His fork clinked against the plate as he leaned forward, cupping your cheek with his other hand to wipe away the few straggling tears that managed to slip out. He knew the other hybrids would be able to sense the emotions coming from you, overwhelming them with the love and awe you were wrapped up with. But he didn’t care, his sole focus was set on you. That love was for him and if it was possible for him to get drunk off it, he’d gladly drink all that you were willing to give. “I know Strawberry, I know.”

Gently leaning your forehead against his, you covered his hand with yours as you softly smiled. He returned the gesture, including a sweet kiss to your lips before pulling back so the two of you could continue eating.  

From that point on, everything that had occurred prior to leaving the apartment vanished from thought, completely forgotten about as the next several hours were spent in the café. It was like the two of you hadn’t been living together since January. From talking about how the weather man had lied about today reaching a grand seventy degrees when it only touched the mid-fifties, all the way to stories that Hoseok had from the Dance Studio.

It didn’t last an hour or two. No. You were so wrapped up in Hoseok; the way his fingers fit perfectly with yours, how he laughed with his whole body, the way he insisted on feeding you a raspberry because it was, ‘a romantic gesture,’ that you missed the sky darkening despite sitting next to the  floor to ceiling windows. It went unnoticed that people were leaving more than they were entering the café as the hours went by.

Hoseok was the one to realize that the couch was free. A simple glance around the coffeeshop when you slipped off to use the restroom, stretching backwards against the chair when he saw that more than half the patrons were gone. With a smile, he slipped your purse over his shoulder and carried your coffee to the couch, setting the mug on the coffee table first before going back for his stuff.

By the time you emerged from the restroom, your smile faltered when you didn’t see him at the table, all of your things missing. You could have sworn that the two of you were sitting at the table by the window. As you scanned the room, you were shocked to find that café was a little less than half occupied. The waiters and waitresses weren’t rushing, but leisurely making their rounds to the tables that still had customers at them. It was then that you saw a familiar person sitting on the couch. His arm resting on the back, the spot to the left of him empty and as you made your way over, you could see him scrolling through his phone.

You leaned over him to wrap your arms across his chest, pouting when he didn’t look surprised, only mildly amused as he raised an eyebrow. “Enhanced hearing means I heard you walking from the bathroom.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned up to kiss him. He immediately placed his hand on the back of your head, keeping you in place. You didn’t want to stop, but your smile was threatening to break the kiss anyway, so you moved despite his whines. They came to a stop as you settled next to him though, his arm settling around your shoulders and bringing you close. So close, that your legs were pressed against each other and you had room to bring them up onto the couch, his tail thumping against the cushion the entire time.

“You know,” he gently spoke, kissing your forehead. “I used to be so miserable, that I had wished my mate would never meet me. Because I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to love someone as battered as me.”

“Hoseok,” you whispered. He had never mentioned not wanting to meet his mate before. It was something that he never spoke of, but you had always assumed otherwise. You always thought that hybrids wanted to find their mates. The idea of not hoping to not meet them, it seemed unthinkable.

He sadly smiled as he brought his hand up, his fingers running through your hair. “What would I have been able to offer you Strawberry? I had been homeless, with no job, sometimes going days without food. I would have been embarrassed if you came into my life back then, not because of you, but because you’d be stuck with a sorry ass mate who could barely take care of himself.”

Tears came to your eyes as you shook your head, but Hoseok leaned his forehead against yours and kissed you again. Short, sweet, and a little apologetic.

“I love you,” you finally told him. Looking into his brown eyes, you saw them slightly widen. It was the first time that you’ve said those words after that first kissed. You had always loved him and you had said it before plenty of times, but that was back then, back when it was only friendly.

Shifting so that you were sitting up, you blinked back the tears. “Those times are behind you Hoseok, but if I had met you back then, I would have done everything possible to give you a home and helped you to find a job. I would have cooked whatever you wanted and made sure there were enough snacks to last you months. Because you weren’t ever a sorry ass, not then and not now. You just had some rotten luck and needed a helping hand. And I would have loved you back then too.”

His eyes had watered during your little speech, unable to hold his emotions back. For a brief second, his gazed wandered to the window, catching his reflection. Three years ago, he only had a handful of clothes to pick and choose from and slept on a cot in a room with other hybrids wondering if they’d ever be able to leave the Homeless Center. He never thought that one day he’d be wearing a button up dress shirt and able to afford multiple cups of coffee and desserts, with an angel sitting right next to him telling him that she loved him.

Wiping under his eyes, he took his time in kissing you. No rush, nothing but passion and love. Your fingers gently touched his cheek as you kissed. It was like the two of you were in your own bubble, neither caring who saw or heard what either of you said.

After a while, Hoseok finally pulled back, his free hand resting on your waist as he placed one last kiss on your lips. “I love you too Strawberry. I love you so much.”

You softly smiled up at him, murmuring the words back to him once more. Since his arm was on the back of the couch, you rested your head on his bicep as he leaned down, lips gently kissing the side of your neck that was unmarked.

Time once again passed by much faster than you realized. If it hadn’t been for Jin kicking Hoseok and you out of the café because it was five minutes to closing, you easily could picture spending several more hours there. It had been a shock to realize that Jin already had chairs turned upside down on the tables and the machines wiped down, simply waiting on you two to leave to finish cleaning and locking up.

With his arm wrapped around your waist, Hoseok safely walked you back to the apartment. The starry midnight sky, and the clicking of your heels and his dress shoes against the sidewalk as you took your time getting back home was the perfect way to end the night.

A comfortable silence wrapped around you like a soft blanket, the entire night replaying in your mind as he opened the door for you, letting you enter first. Kicking off your heels, you turned around to face Hobi, softly smiling when he raised an eyebrow at you in curiosity when you gently tugged on his tie to pull him closer.

You didn’t speak as you glanced over your shoulder, carefully walking backwards as Hoseok followed you with stars in his eyes and a grin. It wasn’t until the back of your legs touched the mattress that you stood on your toes and kissed him again. He was smiling in the kisses as his arms held you against his body before oh so gently lowering you against the blankets, his lips responding to the pace that you had set.

Maybe it was because of his revelation of how he had once hoped he’d never find his mate, but you just wanted to give him all your love until he never doubted his worth ever again. Fingers trailing against your stomach, your body quivered at his touch, but you broke the kiss by leaning your head back.

“I love you,” you softly whispered once seeing the confusion in his eyes. Carefully sitting up, you cupped Hoseok’s jaw as he sat next to you on the bed. “I love you now and I’m going to love you forever when we have grey hair, but Hoseok, I would have loved you if we met all those years ago.”

Hoseok’s eyes watered up as he silently listened, his heart feeling like it was going to burst from your words.

Shifting so that he was the one with his back against the headboard, you straddled his lap as you ran your fingers through his hair. “So please, let me love you tonight.”

Wordlessly, he watched you in awe. He never thought he’d end up with someone who wanted to ensure that he knew that they loved him, past and present versions of himself. Nodding once, he comfortably situated his tail, before you kissed him again, completely distracting him while your fingers took their time in unbuttoning his dress shirt. It wasn’t until your lips trailed down his neck that he removed the tie for you, his head leaning back as his chest softly rumbled with a content growl when you slid the shirt off his shoulders.

“I love you,” he softly murmured when you leaned back to toss your sweater and scarf to the floor, not caring where they landed. He saw the sparkle in your eyes at those words, and when you again repeated them back to him, he eagerly kissed your sweet lips before letting you have control of the reigns.

He never thought he’d say those words, but now he couldn’t get over saying them to you. And finally hearing you say them back to him; it sent his stomach twirling with butterflies and made him want to cry out of happiness.

Many hours later, when sleep finally claimed you, Hoseok gently pulled your naked body firmly against his chest under the many blankets you slept under. You shifted and he thought he woke you up, but you simply adjusted your head against the pillow before settling back down again.

It was while you slept, that he brushed your hair back to reveal the mate mark, a sight that he would never get tired of seeing. His bottom lip trembled as his eyes burned with tears. Pressing his lips together so as to not wake you, his arm that was wrapped around your stomach tightened just a little as he buried his face in your hair, letting the tears silently fall for the last time.

Too many times he cried in his sleep over the fear of spending his life alone and stuck on the street. He lost track of all the efforts he had once made to try and avoid finding his mate, not wanting to burden someone with lowering themselves because they were stuck with loving him.

He was done crying, because he wasn’t that scared boy who’d been left at the adoption center all those years ago by his owners. He was no longer the scared and hurt young adult who hid his tail and ears as a means to survive. Like you had proven to him, he was a man who had a mate who was in love with everything about him, and you were here to stay until the end of time.

Sniffling, Hoseok kissed the back of your head, then your mate mark and your shoulder before settling on the pillow. His eyes were heavy but his heart was the lightest it’s ever been, especially with everything that’s been happening with Sue lately. He didn’t know what was going to happen when she got back, but he believed in the love and the mate bond to keep the two of you together.

“I love you Strawberry,” he whispered, one last time, despite knowing that you were too far into dreamland to hear him. Closing his eyes, he felt himself drift off, slipping into his own dreams when he heard it.

“I love you Hobi,” you sleepily spoke, your voice so soft that a normal human being wouldn’t be able to hear it. But he was a hybrid, and when his hearing picked up on the words, he fell asleep with a smile.

[maddieluch]

two times richie tozier loved eddie kaspbrak (or one time with a slight 27-year memory gap)

Richie Tozier has always been a simple man. He could count the things he loved on one hand. Rock & roll, street fighter, ice cream, and Eddie Kaspbrak. That last one came as a revelation to him when he was 13. The summer of a killer clown also became the summer of his first love. At night he would dream of red shorts, fanny packs, inhalers, and sun-kissed skin splattered with freckles. He didn’t know how to take this new revelation. He started joking more and more about fucking Eddie's mom and the ‘length of his junk’ as a way to try and deflect. No one batted an eye at Richie trash-mouth Tozier. Crude jokes were his thing.

It wasn’t until Henry Bowers had called him that word in the arcade. Of course, he’d heard that word before, but hearing it directed at him changed everything. He felt wrong. Boys were supposed to like girls, not other boys. Especially not their short, tan, brown-eyed best friends. He felt wrong and dirty, and Eddie didn’t like dirty things- so how could he ever like Richie? Feelings slowly became bottled up and Richie felt as if he may explode. That's when he found himself at the infamous kissing bridge of Derry, Maine; crouched on his knees, swiss army knife in hand. He didn’t even stop to think ‘what if Henry Bowers sees?’ or worse- ‘what if Eddie sees?’. He couldn’t stop his hand as it carved the letters in the wood. After it was all said and done, he felt relived. His feelings were still there, of course, but writing it out- it felt good. Freeing almost.

After that summer, the losers slowly drifted apart. And as the space between them grew bigger, their memories of what happened grew smaller. In the end, Richie and Eddie were what was left of the ‘losers club’. Richie felt as if the universe were laughing at him. ‘Stupid boy. He’ll never like you the way you like him. But here- be his best friend, see him everyday, walk him to and from school. All while you keep your secret bottled up’. Richie hated the universe. Richie hated most everything these days. His love for street fighter going down the drain after the arcade fiasco, his love for ice cream dwindling as he became older, and his love for rock & roll decreasing as well. Eddie, on the other hand, was different. This love he could not shake. Eddie was kind, and smart, and incredibly sassy for someone of his stature. He could hold his own when Richie joked around, poking fun at him. It was one of Richie's favorite things about Eddie. Eddie was the ray of sun in Richie's dark cloudy life. Eddie was everything.

Until he was nothing. Nothing but a small memory, and then? Not even that. The further Richie got from Derry, the more he forgot. He forgot the losers, he forgot the arcade, he forgot Henry Bowers and his gang, he forgot the clubhouse, he forgot the quarry, but most importantly- he forgot Eddie. For the next 27 years, Richie felt a hole in his chest where Eddie should’ve been. He could never place his finger on exactly what was missing from his life. He was successful, famous, and rich. What else could there be? Of course, he was 40 and still closeted, but Richie assumed that this was as good as life got for someone like him. But, still. It was persistent. Nagging. Like someone had opened a door inside of him and he could not for the life of him close it. Until he saw him again.

Richie at once was hit with everything. Every memory. Chicken fights in the quarry. Movie nights at his house because Sonia Kaspbrak was an evil woman. Running from Bowers together. Shy cuddles in the hammock, legs intertwined. It was as if someone had walked inside of Richie and closed the door. Like someone had returned the missing piece of the puzzle that had gotten swept under the rug for years. It was as if Richie could breathe again, finally. He looked the same, but incredibly different all at once. He was beautiful. ‘Unfair’ Richie thought. Of course, Eddie Kaspbrak would still be beautiful at 40. Richie spent that dinner drinking himself into oblivion, to try and deceive his feelings. ‘Nope,’ he thought, ‘still very much in love’. As he settled in at the hotel, his eyes fluttered shut as dreams of red shorts, fanny packs, inhalers, and sun-kissed freckled skin awakened inside of him once again. Only- this time they got interrupted. A knock at his door. ‘3am?’ thought Richie, ‘this clown has a horrible sense of humor’. Richie opened the door, preparing for the worst- but was met with the exact opposite.

‘Hey Rich’ Eddie said, looking tired and anxious.

Richie stood in the doorway awkwardly, before he cleared his throat.

‘Hey Eds’

‘Don’t call me that’ grumbled Eddie as he pushed past Richie into the room quickly. Richie closed the door softly behind him, turning around to look at the nervous man. Richie felt as if he were still dreaming.

‘Eddie what are you doing? You can’t just walk into a man's room like that without an invite. What if me and your mother were doing something private?’ Richie teased.

‘Richie, I told you my mom died, asshole.’

Richie, still uneasy, became speechless for once and looked down at his socks.

‘Richie’ Eddie whispered, coming closer to his old friend.

‘Hm?’ Richie lifted his head to look into Eddies' eyes.

Brown eyes are just brown eyes until you fall in love with someone with them.

‘Do you remember? Or- are you remembering?’ Eddie asked, hesitantly, looking at Richie with a begging look in his eyes.

Richie sighed ‘Yea, it sort of all hit me as I was driving into town. Then I saw you- um all of you guys and everything came back to me’

‘I can’t believe I forgot you’ Eddie said, voice a little lower.

‘Yea Eds, me neither. I’m pretty hard to forget. Or at least that’s what the ladies tell me’ Richie joked, nervously. He’s horrible at this shit. He wants to be genuine but he doesn’t know-how.

‘Richie, god damn it can you ever be serious?’ Eddie said lightheartedly, but with a firmness behind it.

‘Woah. Okay. I’m sorry Eds. I run my mouth too much, you know me.’ Richie said as he ran his hands through his hair.

Eddie stepped closer to Richie, definitely invading his bubble. Richie breath quickened, he hoped Eddie didn’t notice.

‘I said, don’t call me that’ Eddie looked into his eyes.

Richie had no idea where this was going, it was uncharted territory. His heart was beating in his chest and he felt 13 all over again.

Eddie reached down and lightly touched his fingertips to Richie’s, caressing his fingers down Richie's hand.

‘Eddie-’ Richie breathed out, feeling goosebumps where the shorter man was touching him. Eddie got even closer (if that was possible) and grabbed Richie's hand fully.

‘Richie, I’ve been thinking all night, and I don’t know if it’s cause I’m still kind of drunk or what but I’ve been slowly remembering us. We were best friends. Do you remember?’

Richie started to say yes but Eddie continued on, talking fast.

‘We were best friends, and. And I- I’ve missed you Rich. Without even remembering you, I’ve missed you. Like.. like there was this piece of me missing and tonight I look at you and I’m whole again’ Eddie said all at once, blushing and looking down.

Richie suddenly felt bold. He took his free hand, the one Eddie wasn't grasping on to, and brought it to Eddie’s cheek, lifting his head up so they were looking into each other's eyes again.

‘Eddie- you know I’ve missed you too’ Richie said softly, glimpsing for a second at the other man's lips.

Eddie gave a soft smile and squeezed Richie’s hand.

‘Richie...’ Eddie started, looking scared as ever. ‘You know I-’

And just then there was a loud knock at Richie’s door.

‘Richie! Are you up? Meeting downstairs. It’s an emergency’.

Ben, of course. Ben had to come and ruin this moment. Eddie stepped back as if he had been burned, dropping his hand from Richie’s, snapping back into reality.

‘Eds’ Richie started, reaching out for him.

‘We should go downstairs’ Eddie said and looked down at the ground again, walking quickly past Richie to open the door and leave.

Richie’s heart ached in his chest. What was about to happen before Ben interrupted? He stood in his doorway, aggravated. ‘Fuck you, universe. Fuck you’.

Next thing Richie knows, he’s being dragged into Neibolt again, and he’s scared. He’s even more scared now than he was last time, and he knows Eddie is too. Eddie is not weak though. Eddie may be the strongest out of them all, he has been through so much and Richie doesn’t blame him for not grabbing the knife when spider stan was on top of him. Richie could never blame Eddie.

Before traveling down deeper, Richie lets Eddie know how courageous he really is. How brave Richie knows he is. It’s beautiful and sentimental and Richie, of course, has to ruin it by patting Eddie on his bandaged face. It’s the last time they ever have a conversation, but neither know that at the time.

Minutes (hours?) later, Richie finds himself laying back down in the cavern. The breath knocked out of him. Dazed, he looks up and the first thing he sees is Eddie. His Eddie. Eddie whom he has loved since he was 13. Eddie who is scared of germs and has every allergy under the sun. Eddie who prefers bright colors in contrast to Richie’s preferred subdued tones. Eddie who is incredibly smart and tutored Richie countless times in high school. Eddie who would rather watch a movie at home on the couch than in the theatre. Eddie who doesn’t care for comics but would sit and read them with Richie for hours. Eddie who had a rough life at home but always wore a smile when with Richie. Eddie. The most beautiful man Richie has seen in his life. Above him, proud, yelling how he killed It, how he was brave. Eddie, who quickly bent down and kissed Richie in all the excitement. The kiss is a first but it feels like the middle of something, like finishing a sentence, like the exhale from a long-drawn breath. It’s the first time their mouths have touched but it doesn’t feel new, doesn’t feel unknown. It feels like coming home, in the best way possible. Leaning down to kiss Richie should’ve put Eddie out of the way of Its claw. He should’ve lived. Things should’ve been okay. If only.

There lips were still touching when he was impaled. Eddie gasped into Richie’s mouth and he stilled. Pulling back, he put his hands around the wound coming out of his stomach. Richie could only stare helplessly as his love started to bleed out of his mouth. Could only look up through his blood-stained glasses as Eddie whispered Richie’s name twice before being thrown across the cavern, to later die. Not in Richie’s arms though, no. The universe wouldn’t let him have that. The universe had to get the last laugh. Had to have Eddie take his final breath when Richie was away for a moment.

‘This isn’t how things should’ve ended’, Richie thought, staring at Eddie’s blood on his glasses, surrounded by his friends in the quarry. ‘Eddie should be here’. Richie sobbed, and his friends held him like they held Bill 27 years ago. It was unspoken, but they knew.

Months later, Ben and Beverly tie the knot. Bill and Eudora are finishing a movie. Mike is lounging on a Florida beach, sun on his skin. Richie, however, is not blessed with such happiness. Every night he goes to sleep, and his dreams begin the same. Red shorts, fanny packs, inhalers, and sun-kissed freckled skin. But they always end the same as well. First kisses, flashing lights, bloody glasses, and a dead Eddie in his arms.