#listen did i jump on the excuse to make all the meat puns when i found about spam? maybe

[teruel-a-witch]

that time Steve was yearn-y while Danny was horny

Danny really wants to have some life-affirming sex after looking at newborn babies but Steve is too busy pining softly to notice.

a bonus (because I only just found out Zip Pac meal contains SPAM, which Steve knows Danny hates)

Not the kind of meat he was hankering for, Steven 😏

[rosy-wooyoung]

ATEEZ reaction : surprising them with homemade food

requested: yes, thank you! [honey, I am SO sorry for only doing it now] prompt : their s/o surprising them with homemade food genre : fluff warnings : !! food mention !! (obviously but I prefer repeating it), very poorly written, overbearingly cliché. A/N : so uhm, hi again? this got requested like months ago and i never actually sat down to write it [commitment issues oops] but now I’m happy that i actually manage to do it today! Also don’t mind the mistakes, pleaaaase I feel like I speak like a 5-year old when I have to write something in english (even though I have an c1 diploma in english sdfjhsf i’m so sorry if it’s bad)

Hongjoong

Songwriter!Hongjoong

You finished eating dinner near 8 pm and laid on the couch after doing the dishes.

After having patiently waited for your boyfriend to come home, you decided to go to bed as the clock neared midnight, still no trace of him.

It’s only when you washed your face and applied your serum that you changed your mind.

Putting on your shoes and your coat, you grabbed the plastic bag carrying the Tupperware filled with the food you had prepared for dinner and made your way out the door.

You weren’t keen on walking alone at night, but fortunately, his studio wasn’t that far, so you managed to make it safely there.

Knocking on the wooden door, you received no answer, so you slightly pulled the door open, only to be met with silence.

Hongjoong had noise-cancelling headphones latched on his ears, head bobbing at a certain rhythm as he scribbled some lyrics in his brown leather notebook.

The notebook he carried everywhere, even when he was around you.

Sometimes, he would get inspiration just by watching you sleep, read or cook. Writing down whatever crossed his mind, he never showed you what they said. 

However, you paid no mind to his privacy. You respected that he kept it a secret, you did the same with your poetry book.

You knew how it felt when someone read pieces of art you’ve created, you feel naked and exposed to the reader, and it made your guts churn of anxiety when someone even tried to look into your notebooks.

But now, you had a problem to deal with. How do you make yourself noticeable without scaring your boyfriend to death? 

Banging your fist on the door didn’t work and calling his name didn’t work either.

He jumped out of his skin when you softly placed a hand on his shoulder, a yelp unintentionally coming out of his mouth. 

Turning around, he noticed your figure and laid a hand on his chest, the other grabbing your forearm as a sign of affection.

“Sorry baby, I didn’t know how to make myself noticeable.” You said with an apologetic look, but Hongjoong waved it off.

“It’s okay, sugarplum. Are you okay? What are you doing here?”

“Well, since it’s past midnight and you weren’t coming back, I decided to bring a piece of home to you and brought you this.” You lifted the plastic bag and handed it to him. It was his turn to look at you, remorse filling his eyes as he realised that he lost the notion of time and stayed behind at the studio to produce.

“Thank you baby, but I’m sorry,” he mumbled, and he stood up, hugging you tightly as he kissed your cheek. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“It’s nothing, baby. You should eat now, it’s going to cool down,” you whispered as you let go and he sat down, drawing another chair to have you by his side. He kissed your temple before you rushed him to eat, noticing his eyebags and his tiredness written all over his face.

You were getting tired as well, but Hongjoong was a hundred times worth it to stay up late at night, to see him with a bright smile and adoring eyes on his face as he tasted the food you cooked.

Seonghwa

CEO!AU 

“Hello Miss, where can I find the office of Mr Park?”

“Park Seonghwa?” the receptionist said, and you nodded, replacing a piece of hair behind your ear. “The head department is on the 19th floor, at the far end of the left corridor.” You thanked her and made your way to the elevators, waiting with other employees.

You greeted people you knew by sight with a nod and a smile, going to the floor reception. Some people stopped talking, listening to your words.

“Excuse me, is Mr Park Seonghwa here?”

“Yes, but he’s currently in a meeting. It’ll end in a few minutes,” she said, looking up what seemed to be his schedule on the computer. “Do you have an appointment with him?”

“Oh no,” you stuttered as you could almost feel his coworkers’ eyes on you, “I’m just his wife, and I need to give him something he forgot at home.”

“No problem, I’ll guide you to his office. Please follow me,” she announced, standing up, her heels clicking on the white tiles. You awkwardly smiled and bowed at his colleagues and followed the secretary, thanking her as she showed you the door of his office.

Your husband appeared a couple of minutes later, reading a file while talking on the phone. You cleared your throat, and Seonghwa looked up, his phone almost falling from the shoulder that was pressing it against his ear.

“Can you please fix a schedule with my secretary, I have a lot of work to deal with right now. Yes, yes thank you. Have a nice day too. Goodbye Sir.” he ended his phone call, sliding his smartphone in his pants pocket. 

Tenderly looking at you, he smiled and approached you.

“Honey, baby. I didn’t expect you to see you here,” he warmly said before capturing your lips in a sweet yet passionate kiss, an arm wrapping around your waist.

“I’m because my husband, whose head is constantly into business, forgot his lunch before going to work this morning,” you stated as you lifted the brown paper bag, his eyes widening as his shoulders softly subside in relief.

“What did I do to deserve a wonderful wife like you?” he asked as he took the bag, kissing your cheek at the same time.

“I don’t know, but your wonderful wife would appreciate that her husband wouldn’t forget his lunch every day because she’s taking time on her lunch break to bring the food to him.” You arched a brow, and he chuckled, his arm never leaving your waist.

“I love you,” he muttered, and you softly kissed his lips.

“I love you too. Enjoy your lunch darling,” you said as you made your way towards the door, shooting him a smile before walking away.

Little did you know that once you were out of sight, he went out to the lunchroom to eat his food - something that he never did -, showing off the fact that his wife came to bring him lunch.

He earned the complaints and whines from his colleagues, whose partners didn’t even look at them when they came home. 

And with that, he asked his secretary to cancel a meeting in the early evening to come home earlier than you, preparing you a nice, lovely dinner to thank you for your gesture. 

Yunho

Architect student!Yunho

In the small apartment that you shared with your lovely Yunho, you were about to prepare dinner, but you realised that there was nothing in the fridge. 

Quickly turning off the stove, you put on your shoes and jacket and made your way out the door, a quick trip to the convenience store.

You arrived in front of the store as the sun was setting, the last rays of sunshine hitting the windows, sending beautiful scenery in front of you.

You knew that Yunho was working hard, as much as you did, but you wanted to surprise him a bit, so you decided to buy the ingredients to cook his favourite food.

Packs of meat, vegetables and rice in your bag, you were off to go home.

Riding the bus, you checked that you had everything and stepped off at your stop. 

Yunho hadn’t moved from his spot while you were absent. He was still focused on his work, an HB pencil in one hand and a ruler in the other.

You placed everything down on the counter and started working on your duty.

Boiling water, grilling the meat and stirring the vegetables in a pot. You were so in your thoughts that you didn’t even register your boyfriend walking in the kitchen, sneaking his arms around your waist while prepping your shoulder with kisses.

“What’s cooking, good looking,” you snorted at the pun, and he chuckled, kissing your cheek as you cooked the meat while stirring the veggies.

“Open up, handsome,” you say as you bring a piece of meat to his mouth with the spatula. He opened his mouth, and you dropped the piece of meat on his extended tongue, munching on it after kissing you.

“Maybe two more minutes? But otherwise, it’s perfect, I liked the way you seasoned it, baby,” he stated, and you smile, stirring the food for a couple more minutes.

While eating, Yunho looked exhausted but happy. He did a little happy dance when you placed the plate in front of him, earning a kiss on the cheek for taking care of everything.

“I know we can get pretty busy with college and work,” he started before taking a sip of water, the food feeling extremely hot in his mouth, “but I’m glad we established a pattern of regularly eating together,” he admitted, smiling as he reached across the table for your hand.

“It feels good to be just the two of us, it’s sometimes tiring to have someone around constantly,” he nodded at your words, his thumb softly rubbing your knuckles.

“You’re right, our friends can get pretty hectic,” he chuckled and so did you, the subject of the conversation coming back on studies.

“So, how’s your project doing?” you demanded, and he just shrugged.

“It’s sometimes hard to get inspiration, but once I get it, everything goes smoothly,” you nodded and kept listening as your partner explained his work, a passionate sparkle in his eyes, outshining the ceiling light hanging above your heads.

“So yeah, we’ll see how it goes. Normally, if I didn’t mess up too much, my professor should be happy about the plans.”

“Why wouldn’t he be happy?” you questioned as you took the last piece of food that you had on your plate before crossing your cutlery.

“I mean… There are elements of my imagination in my work,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, his warm hand leaving yours, “but I took into account every piece of advice that you gave me since the beginning of my work, and honestly, I think I wouldn’t have gotten this far without them.”

“Oh shut it,” you snorted at your boyfriend, but immediately calmed down as you noticed the same serious expression on his face, “are-are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” he smirked, and you both stood up, going back to the kitchen to fill up the dishwasher.

“But you’re the one majoring in architecture, not me,”

“I know,” he retorted as he wiped the counter, “but it sometimes helps to have an outside point of view. Someone who doesn’t constantly have their nose in the theory and lecture notes is very helpful for creativity. You’re my muse Y/N, you have such amazing ideas that everything seems brighter and easier when you help.”

You chuckled at your boyfriend’s praise and went for a hug, squeezing him tight around you.

“I’m so happy that we’re together,” you said as you laid your head against his chest, his hand going into your hair.

“You don’t know how much I love you Y/N,” he said as he kissed the crown of your head.

“I think I have an idea,” you said as you looked up at him.

“No, you don’t, I love you more than you can ever see or imagine,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips on yours in a sweet kiss. He was giving you all the love and affection he had for you in this kiss, and you felt complete.

Yeosang

Idol!Yeosang

Waking up to the sound of your alarm, you were quick to turn it off to not wake up your boyfriend sleeping next to you.

Forcing yourself to start your day this early is such a pain in the ass, but your income makes it motivating and worth it. Plus, you wanted to save time for tonight because you knew how lazy you could get when it came to cooking.

So, at 6 am, you put on an apron over your pyjamas and started cooking the meal for tonight - Yeosang’s favourite - while preparing your breakfast at the same time.

Being good at multitasking has its perks after all.

Around an hour and a half later, you were done with cooking and washing the dishes, now getting ready to go to work.

The sun was rising, making the task of getting out of your comfortable apartment a little less painful.

Yeosang didn’t move an inch when you closed the main door, still dead asleep in your shared bed.

It was his first day off after going a few months without truly resting, and you could tell that his body needed it. When he came home last night, he was slow and could barely keep his eyes open during the show you chose to watch, he was tempted to use your shoulder as a pillow.

But it was one of the rare times that he could spend alone with you so he wouldn’t let that pass.

It was finally midday when you looked at your phone, still no news of Yeosang. 

Knowing how tired he was, you didn’t worry about it, he was probably still asleep.

And you were right, his body went into recovery mode.

He woke up around two in the afternoon, shaken awake as a truck honked just under your windows.

Yeosang was still tired even though he slept for over twelve hours, so he decided to stay in bed for a bit longer.

He finally got out of bed around three as the rest of the group asked to play a bit of Among Us with them.

He stayed behind the computer for the rest of the afternoon, deciding to go for a run as the day was coming to an end, only eating a banana while he was getting ready.

It smelt like you had cooked something this morning, so he wanted to wait a bit until you came home to eat with you. 

You were about to close the door behind you when you heard a familiar low voice.

“Y/N, wait!” Yeosang was in his sports equipment, slightly out of breath as you let him in.

“Hi,” you said with a smile as you swiftly pecked his lips. You both took off your shoes, hurrying your boyfriend to take a shower as you entered the kitchen.

You could finally settle down to eat when he appeared from his shower, making your way towards you before prepping your neck with kisses, asking about your day.

“Woah, you cooked my favourite dish?” he asked as you put a plate in the microwave.

“Yes! I figured out that you’d appreciate eating something special on your free day,” you replied, and Yeosang hugged you tightly from behind, giving you a big smooch on your cheek.

“Thank you, love,” he mumbled against your skin as a ‘ding’ drowned his voice out. 

You both sat down on the couch, your plate in hand and enjoyed the food and each other’s company for the rest of the evening.

San

Hacker!San

“Sannie?” you asked as you walked into his dimmed bedroom, his computer screens being the only sources of light in the room, alongside with LEDs ornating the walls.

Headphones screwed on his ears, he rapidly typed on his computer, lines of coding appearing on the screen. San couldn’t hear you, he was a tad bit too focused on his task to pay attention to his surroundings.

As a way to make yourself noticeable, you turned on his bedside lamp, startling him as he took off his blue light glasses, Grime blasting from his headphones as he let them fall around his neck.

“Sweetie, do you need anything?” he said as he spun his chair around, observing you.

You were balancing a plate, a glass filled with coke, a napkin and some cutlery on a trail, carefully making your way towards your boyfriend as you tried not to spill anything on his fancy setup.

“Dinner’s served,” you sweetly chanted as you finally laid the trail in front of him, the smell of fresh, homemade food invading his nostrils.

“Thank you, baby, you’re amazing,” he said as he encircled an arm around your waist, making you fall on his lap. You smiled as he laid a soft kiss on your upper arm, grabbing the fork with his other hand before bringing the food to his mouth. He gratefully hummed and nodded as he munched on it, shooting you a wink as he looked up at you.

“It’s delicious baby girl,” he mumbled after swallowing, directly taking another bite. He lightly frowned as he didn’t see a plate for you. “You already ate?”

“Yeah, I called you a couple of times from the kitchen, but you seemed busy so I didn’t want to bother you,” you said as you shyly tightened your ponytail, a disappointed look growing on his face.

“Y/N, babe,” he started, tightening his grip around your figure as he put the fork down, “you should’ve yelled for me to come to eat with you... You’re my girlfriend, coding and hacking come after you, okay? I love you more than anything, I can and I will put everything aside to spend time with you. So next time, I’ll come downstairs to eat with you, alright? I don’t want to know that you’re eating alone in our home.”

“Yes Sannie, but-”

“Shht, there are no buts,” he said as he kissed you on the lips, keeping on eating the food you cooked for him with you still on his lap after he made sure that this wouldn’t happen again. You watched your boyfriend filling his stomach and talked with him about everything, just catching up on the last few days that you spent separated from each other.

“I love you darling, thank you for the amazing food,” San said as he cupped your face, placing a big, soft kiss on your cheek.

You giggled and slightly moved his beanie, being able to play with the hair at the back of his head.

“I love you too San, I do,” you whispered as you straddled him and rested your head on his collarbone, his hand rubbing your back up and down your spine.

“Wanna cuddle?” he suggested, and you were about to say no since he looked busy, but you caught yourself just on time, his light scolding coming back in your mind.

“Yes, please,” you mumbled, and he approved, removing his headset from his neck and shook the beanie off his head, replacing his hair in a somewhat correct way.

“Alright,” he softly mumbled while wrapping his arms around you, carefully standing up as he laid kisses on your exposed skin. It didn’t matter where it was, every spot that he saw some skin, he had to kiss it.

And that’s how you spent the rest of the night cuddled in San’s arms, his cold hand drawing circled on your stomach, sending shivers in your body as he soothingly rubbed the skin.

Mingi

Dancer!Mingi

You huffed as you nonchalantly threw your phone on the table, your boyfriend being unreachable as you called him for the nth time tonight.

You knew that he was training and improving his dancing skills, but you wished that he could take small breaks here and there.

Not to text you back, you could wait, but for his sanity and health.

There’s a reason between working hard and overworking yourself.

And Mingi seemed to struggle to distinguish the difference between the two notions.

You never said that it was easy, you were struggling as well, but sometimes you wished that he’d understand it better than you do. 

The clock neared midnight, and he still wasn’t home. You started getting slightly irritated as he was probably overworking himself and not eating.

But you couldn’t blame it for that, you did the same when you had big exams or assignments coming up, you tended to ditch breaks and skip meals.

So, since you were caring about your boyfriend’s well being, you stood up and went to the fridge, where a container filled with the potion you had prepared for your boyfriend was.

Putting on a warm sweater and some pants before making your way out, locking the door behind you.

You took a longer road to go to his practice studio, but you found with relief that the convenience store was still open, sighing in relief as you read that it wasn’t going to close anytime soon.

You took drinks for the two of you and some extras as you thought that some of the boys could be still practising, paid and headed to the practice room.

When you arrived, you waved at San, who looked exhausted and sweaty, surprised to see you out at this hour.

“You’re here for your lovely Mingi?” he teased as he declined to give you a side hug due to his current state.

“Yes, I was getting worried since he wasn’t coming home,” you declared, and San smiled, finding adorable that you were looking after your boyfriend.

“You can go, he’s still in the practice room, he’s the only one left.” you thanked him and gave him one of the spare drinks that you bought since you didn’t know who would still be there with your boyfriend. His dimples appeared when he thanked you, and you wished him a good - yet short - night of rest before entering the building.

When you arrived in front of the practice room door, you noticed your boyfriend dancing through the window, and you could see that his movements were slower and less energised than usual.

You slowly opened the door, your eardrums being attacked by loud music, the bass resonating in your stomach as you made yourself seen.

When Mingi saw you, a sort of relieved yet guilty look appeared on his face as he went to the stereo to lower the music.

“Hey,” he said in a whisper, eyes carrying a truck of guilt in them.

“Hi babe,” you said as you handed him the plastic bag, “I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t have eaten, so I went out and bought this for you,” you said as you sat down together, in the middle of the room.

Mingi was more tired than he wanted to show. You had identified a pattern within him, his looks on his face and his figure betraying him. When he was as hunched over as he currently was, you knew that his back was hurting and that he was overworking himself.

However, you didn’t say anything, your behaviour and gaze unintentionally telling him what your opinion was. The silence was the best option. You were both exhausted, and the last thing you wanted to do was to start a fight this late in the evening. 

“Thank you for taking care of me, Y/N,” he said before clenching his jaw to stifle a yawn, but you caught it.

“You’re welcome honey, but you know my opinion on your behaviour,” you added, and he nodded, eating his mouthful.

“I know, I know,” he sighed and kept on eating while you opened the two soda cans laying in front of you. Mingi took a few gulps of it, and you got another one from the plastic bag, your boyfriend looking at you with wide eyes.

“But, let’s not talk about this now, the last thing I wanna do is get in an argument with you,” you said, and he listened, thanking you as you handed him the can. “I already barely see you during the week, so I don’t want to get into a fight when I have an opportunity to see you,” you sighed but smiled anyway, Mingi’s guilt increasing in his heart.

“I’m sorry-” 

“Shht,” you said to your boyfriend as you gently rubbed his back up and down, applying some pressure on spots that you knew were aching. “Are you coming home soon or do you plan on sleeping in the guest room in the building?” you asked as you watch your boyfriend take another bite of the food you had prepared for the two of you.

“Let me finish this amazing food, and we’re going home,” he answered, and you nodded, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’s very tasty by the way,” you knew that he was trying to change the subject and you appreciated the effort, trying to forget his neglect of self-care and simply smiled at him.

When he finished his meal, you stood up and put everything in the trash, noticing in the mirror that Mingi struggled to get up, a grimace abruptly replacing the smile he was giving you moments ago. As soon as you turned to face him, he tried his best to erase the pain off his face. You didn’t raise it, but you made a mental note to yourself to try and reason him later. And, if it wasn’t working, you’d call Hongjoong for help. Maybe he’ll listen to him. 

The walk home was silent, quite awkward. Your boyfriend tried his best to be as natural as possible, but his back pains were making him hiss and silently groan in pain at almost every step he took.

“Okay, maybe I did a bit too much tonight,” he said as his voice hesitated, alerting you. He looked broken, his bottom lip between his teeth as he kept on walking to your place, feeling a wave of relief as your apartment building came into sight. 

You held his hand and grabbed his forearm with your other free hand, helping him to walk until you finally arrived in front of the elevator.

As soon as you entered your home, you sped to the bathroom and ran a warm bath, sprinkling some relaxing salt in it before helping Mingi to take off his shirt.

Once he was done, you helped him to get out of the tub and took care of him. He stared at you in awe as you dried his hair with the blow dryer and assisted him in putting on his pyjamas before walking him to bed.

Quickly doing your nighttime routine, you walked to your bed with heating patches as your boyfriend was already lying on his stomach, the most relieving position for him to sleep into. You slightly pressed some areas in his back, and you applied some patches where he grunted more loudly.

“Alright, now rest, baby,” you kissed his cheek, and he extended his hand to grab yours.

“Thank you for everything, baby,” he said as you shook your head with a faint smile, feeling the tiredness getting the best of you.

"It's okay, Mingi," you whispered as he lifted your linked hands to his mouth, kissing the back of your hand, a loving gesture that you particularly appreciated.

“Sleep well, baby, and think about what we’ve talked about at the studio, okay?” you mumbled, giving him one last kiss before falling asleep, still holding his hand.

“I love you,” Mingi mumbled before falling asleep, as well. 

Wooyoung

College AU

Entering the library, you tried your best to hide the plastic bag from the librarian, hoping that she wouldn’t notice the smell of food following you like your shadow.

You weren’t allowed to bring food inside the library, school authorities were scared that you’d stain the books or not clean the tables, which was the case when you went to work in the library.

You had always found this disrespectful that people would leave their trash on the tables without cleaning, it exasperated you.

Why was it so complicated to put your trash in a bin?

But since you thought that you were quite a clean, hygienic student, you allowed yourself to sneak in food for you and your friends.

When you arrived near your friends, Mingi was the first one to spot you, hungry for the content of the plastic bags you were carrying.

Your friends discreetly clapped their hands as you arrived as a hero at the table. You shushed them when they got a bit too excited over the food, reminding them that you weren’t supposed to eat there.

Since you were the one that went and bought the food, you were the one distributing the small containers the Chinese takeout the employees had put the food in.

Wooyoung was the only one who was kind of sulky because he wasn’t fond of the place you bought the food from since that event. That event where one of the cooks had put in a sauce containing bell pepper, and he hated them.

He always associated this restaurant with this event, and now he doesn’t set foot at this establishment anymore.

But before he could even say anything, you took the container in front of him and gave him a blue bento box, making him frown yet didn’t say anything.

“Enjoy, everyone!” you whispered as you all started to eat. 

You slightly observed your friend’s reaction next to you as he opened the container.

Wooyoung discovered that his food had nothing to do with Chinese takeout. It was homemade food, cooked by you and his eyes opened wide.

You giggled as he took his fork and started eating hastily, munching on the food with closed eyes and a content look on his face.

“Is it good?” you questioned, and Wooyoung eagerly nodded, taking another bite as he didn’t even swallow his first one. 

“It’s perfect,” he answered, rice almost falling from his mouth as it was full. Hongjoong, who was sitting next to you, slightly elbowed you in the ribs, a smug look on his face.

Wooyoung wasn’t expecting the fact that you would make a detour to your apartment to take and heat homemade food just for him. 

He was touched, but now he was too focused on devouring his plate to care about anything surrounding him.

A few moments later, as he had finally emptied the lunch box, he rested back a bit, a hand on his stomach.

“Wow, I’m full,” he said as a hiccup took over him, immediately slapping his mouth as the sound came out of his organism. 

“Did you see at the pace you ate? Y/N isn’t even done yet,” you puffed as Seonghwa took you as an example, known among your friend group that you were the quickest to shove your food down your throat.

“It was worth it, though,” Wooyoung said, and you shook your head, the indirect compliment sending warmth to your cheeks. 

“And what do you say to Y/N?” Hongjoong said before taking a sip of coke as if he was a mother scolding her child.

“Thank youuuuu,” he said as his voice trailed on the last word, resting his head against your forearm, only to have you put your fork down and ruffle his hair, a way you use to say “you’re welcome” when your mouth was full.

Once you were all done with eating, you placed everything back in the plastic bags and started working again, Wooyoung’s head never leaving the spot on your upper arm.

You didn’t mind him, you were sometimes adjusting his head as your muscles started getting sore, but nothing much.

A while later, as you wanted to stretch your arms above your head, you woke Wooyoung up, his head almost slamming on the table as you moved your arm.

“Mmh?” he said as he woke up, wiping the fatigue away from his eyes, nodding as you asked him if he was alright. “Food coma is kicking hard right now,” he added, and you smiled, relieved that he felt a bit better after his nap. 

“It’s okay, but you need to go to bed now, it’s getting late,” you said as you packed your stuff in your backpack, putting your coat back on.

“You’re going home already?”

“Yes, it’s almost midnight, and I have a presentation tomorrow at eight,” you explained as a pained smile drew on his face, and you agreed with him by nodding. 

“I’m out now, good night guys!” you said to your friends as you stood up, waving goodbye as some of them looked like they would leave this place near dawn.

You bid farewell to the librarian as well and braved the freezing night, hurrying home as not to catch a cold.

And run into someone suspicious and creepy but that’s another thing.

“Y/N!” someone said behind you as you paused in your steps, recognising your friend’s voice.

“Woo? Aren’t you staying with them?"

“No, I’m tired, I honestly don't know how I'm still awake,” he said, and you started walking again with him by your side.

“And…” he stopped in his tracks, and you frowned but imitated him. “I wanted to thank you for being considerate and caring towards us, but particularly towards me,” he said, and you chuckled, waving it off.

“Of course, you are all my friends after all,” you said with a smile as you looked at your friend, who had an indecipherable look on his face.

“That’s... that’s the problem, Y/N,” you looked at him confused and blinked, not knowing where he was coming from.

“What do-”

“Y/N, I like you,” he blurted out, your eyes widening in surprise, not expecting him to confess right now, in the middle of the night in the freezing cold when you could both fall asleep standing up. “More than friends,” he added, and you nodded while looking away, feeling the red spreading on your cheeks. Your friend took a step closer and cupped your face with his cold hand to make you look at him.

“What about you? I've been dying to know, even if you don't feel the same,” he said in a breath, and you inhaled sharply, confused about the sudden question.

“I- I think I do too b-”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he said, and you suck in a breath, anticipating his next move.

“Can I kiss you?” Wooyoung asked, face dangerously close to yours, his eyes going back and forth between your eyes and your lips.

“Of course.” 

Jongho

College AU, Student abroad AU

“Mom?” you asked as you came into the living room, your iPad with a Chrome tab opened in hand.

“Yes honey?” she answered, looking up from the TV, your dad slightly huffing as he couldn’t hear the news.

“You know Jongho, right?” she nodded at her words, initiating you to keep going, “I’ve just gotten off the phone with him, and he seems very sad and down,” you explained as you sat down next to her.

Your dad’s attention immediately shifted to you and your mother as a boy was brought up in the conversation.

“Who-”

“Honey, no, it’s not her boyfriend,” your mother said, and your dad blinked, surprised by her reaction and shrugged, his attention going back on the telly. “And? Do you want to do something to cheer him up?”

“Well, I concluded that he’s a bit homesick, so I wanted to prepare a Korean dish for him. Wanna help?” Your mother agreed and stood up from her seat, fixing her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

“Sure!” she says as she washed her hand. “So, kimchi fried rice. What do we need?”

A few hours later, here you were, in the kitchen with your mom, right back from a trip to the convenience store to get the ingredients. You read a bunch of recipes and even watched a tutorial, trying your best to make it as similar as possible to the way they made it in South Korea.

You were struggling a bit at first, but everything turned out alright in the end, happily placing the mixture in a safe spot to let it rest for a couple of days. You were proud and satisfied with what you’ve created, truly hoping that it would heal his visible homesickness.

A few days later, you placed a container filled with your preparation in a paper bag along with your lunch and went out the door after saying goodbye to your parents, who were still eating breakfast. For once, you were happy to go to college, because you were dying to see Jongho and his potentially positive reaction. 

The lectures go faster when you pay attention to the teachers, amazing. In no time, here you were in the cafeteria, eyes scanning the crowd to see your friend. Once you caught sight of your “target”, you made your way over and sat across from him, a gentle yet faint smile decorating his face when he saw you.

“Hi Y/N,” he said after swallowing a piece of his industrial sandwich. He looked heavyhearted and tired as if he had spent the entire night on his phone speaking with his family on the other side of the world.

“Are you okay?” you sweetly asked, and he weakly nodded, and you kept staring at him. “You sure?” you raised your eyebrow with a concerned look, and he just shrugged.

“My feelings didn’t really subside,” he stated as he referred to the conversation he's had over the phone with you the other night. You reached across the table and softly rubbed his forearm, the gesture making him weakly smile.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how I can help,” you say, and he shook your head.

“I appreciate your kindness Y/N, but I don’t think you can do anything about this…” his voice faded as he thickly swallowed, the sight of your friend being so close to crying made you pout.

“Okay,” you said as you withdrew your hand, Jongho internally whining at the lack of warmth. You searched in your bag and pulled out two steaming lunch boxes, one for you.

And one for him.

“What is this?” he asked as he turned the box between his hands.

“It’s a surprise! Open it,” you smiled as you innocently opened yours, stabbing your hot food with your fork.

Taking the lid off, his eyes widened, going back and forth between the kimchi and you, sitting across from him with a soft smile on your face.

“You seemed so down last time we called,” you said as you ate a spoonful of your lunch, “so I made you a dish with my mom that I remembered you liking. I know it won’t bring your family to you, but it’s still something I guess,” you explained as Jongho pursed his lips, nodding at your explanations, never looking at you in the eyes.

It took you a few seconds to register what was happening, and you drop your fork in your box.

He was crying.

You stood up and sat down next to him, circling your arm around his shoulders.

“Oh Jongho,” you said in a concerned tone, “I didn’t mean to make you cry, I just wanted to make you happy. I know how hard it is when you miss your home and family, I just wanted to give you a bit of family love and warmth that you can’t have right now.”

“Thank you so much Y/N, really,” he said as he sniffled, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. He chuckled as he realised how emotional he's just gotten over food, and he turned to the side to give you a proper hug. 

“Thank you,” he whispered in your ear and squeezed you tight against him, feeling his rapid heart beating against your chest.

“It’s okay, Jongho. Taste it first, I wanna know if we can make you some more further in the school year,” you gently rubbed his upper back and he smiled, grabbing your fork from your lunch box.

“It’s delicious,” he said as he munched on the kimchi fried rice, reaching for your hand and rubbing your knuckles. 

He looked at you with such adoration in his eyes that you got shy and flustered, your hands going clammy as he wholeheartedly approved your work, taking another bite of the food.

“You’re welcome,” you said in a soft voice, and you smiled at each other, enjoying each other’s company for the rest of the lunch break.

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A/N: I like it but not a lot... I don’t like it. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it!!  

[artificialqueens]

Dina’s Fun Aunt Holiday Bonus Part 1 – Ellen Thwoorp

Summary – Katya has a proposition for Trixie, but it takes some upturned dinner plans, some Shakespearean quotes and some stupid puns before she can actually get around to it.

A/N: Surprise, more Dina’s Fun Aunt because I had more ideas and didn’t have the power to resist the temptation to write it. I’m going to try and update this roughly every week with my new AU series until it’s done. (Was originally going to post in one go but I’m pushing 13k and it ain’t even finished.)

“If it isn’t two of my favourite girls!” Katya cried as Trixie and Dina stepped out of the school. Svetlana rolled her eyes but smiled at the pair as they came towards them. Dina took Trixie’s hand as they walked down the steps at the front of the school. The teacher smiled, she was so thankful Dina’s jealousy phase hadn’t lasted long. It had been just over a month since their very public outing, and the girl somehow got over her jealousy within the space of about two weeks. Trixie suspected that either Svetlana or Katya had spoken to the girl as one day she came into class as bright as anything, said good morning and gave her a cupcake with a pink frosted t-rex on it. The thing that had made Trixie stop in her tracks that morning was the ‘good morning’, of all things. Dina hadn’t spoken to her for a full two weeks at that point.

“Are you going to watch the Disney film on tv tonight?” Dina asked, hopping down the steps and nearly causing Trixie to drop the two binders she had tucked in her arm.

“Ah, no I’m afraid not. Your Auntie Katya and I are going on a date.”

“Where?” The child asked as they stopped in front of the Russian sisters.

“We are going to the lands most prestigious eatery this side of the equator fair maiden, why doth thou ask so many questions?”

“Stop talking silly.” Dina giggled, letting go of Trixie to move her long hair out of her face.

“Shakespeare may be a bit advanced.” Trixie laughed.

“Exit pursued by a bear.” Katya cried, shaping her fingers into claws and lunging for Dina who squealed and ran to hide behind her mother.

“Now we can’t hang around here all day, someone has got karate class tonight.” Svetlana said with a clap of her hands. She suddenly turned to Katya making the other woman jump in surprise. “Have you asked Trixie yet?”

“No, I hadn’t gotten to it yet.” Katya mumbled, avoiding Trixie’s eye.

“Oh well. It’d be great if you could come.” Her sister added, giving the other woman a meaningful look. Katya just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Do you guys need a lift? I can take you to the restaurant if you like."

"Thanks but I’ve got my car and I need Katya to help me out of my clothes.” Trixie said with a slightly awkward smile. “I MEAN OUT WITH MY CLOTHES. She’s helping me choose an outfit.” She amended at the look on Svetlana’s face. Katya was trying not to laugh, thin hand covering her mouth.

“Ok…well I’ll let you go. C'mon bean.” The older woman said slowly, turning to her daughter with a fond smile. “Nice to see you again, Trixie.” She added as they walked away, although Trixie couldn’t be sure she actually meant it. In fact she doubted Svetlana ever meant it, each time they met Trixie somehow managed to make a tit of herself.

“You want to me to help you out of your clothes anyway?” Katya asked once the pair were out of earshot, smirking at her girlfriend with sly eyes.

“We hardly have time for that. Why is talking to your sister always so awkward?” Trixie moaned, taking Katya’s hand with her own free hand. She adjusted the binders in her arm and congratulated herself in not looking around them before she made the affectionate gesture.

“It’s taking her time. She’s never actually approved of or really interacted with my girlfriends before.” Katya responded, lacing her fingers with Trixie’s as they walked toward the carpark. “It’s kinda new for all of us I guess.” She shrugged.

“Have your girlfriends met Dina before?" Trixie asked. It was a question that had played on her mind before. She wondered if she was just one of many women Dina had met and then refused to talk to for two weeks.

"Only one and that was because I bumped into her in the street. After we’d broken up, thought she was mine.” Katya mused, swinging their hands. Trixie wasn’t sure she ever realised she was even doing it. “As if I could be anyone’s mum.”

"I think you’d make a great mum.“ Trixie confessed as they got to her car. She let go a Katya to search in her bag for her keys.

"Oh. I was taking about my youthful looks and tight pussy but thank you.” The Russian clarified with a half shrug and a wink.

“Katya!” Trixie gasped, pushing her girlfriend with a scandalised look as she checked around them. She saw Mr Parker across the car park and waved. He waved back heading towards her with intent that suggested work was involved. She bit back as sigh as she put a hand on Katya’s back. “Run while you still can.” She whispered, causing Katya to look up at the sky in confusion.

“Are the aliens attacking?” She asked, her face serious as Trixie laughed as she finally found her keys.

“That’s the first thing you think when I say run?” The teacher asked incredulously.

“Not aliens, velociraptors then?”

“In the car park?” Trixie snorted as she watched Mr Parker stopped to let a car pass in front of him. God he even walked slowly, didn’t he know she had places to be! She was a busy woman. Or at least a woman who is hoping to get busy after, or maybe even before, a lovely meal.

“Hey! It can happen, velociraptors are commonly found in parks, I saw it on this documentary-"

"Jurassic Park.” They said in unison, Trixie nodding fondly as Katya cackled. Katya was so madly predictable, that or Trixie had spent way too much time with her.

“Seriously this will be boring, if you want to escape, get in the car.” She whispered seriously, holding the keys out to her girlfriend. No one should have to go through listening to Mr Parker unless it was literally what you were paid to do.

“Through thick and thin, my love.” Katya said with a soft smile, placing her hand at the small of Trixie’s back. The teacher bit back the grin as the man came to stand in front of her, paper in hand.

“Tracy, I just wanted to check the scheduling with you…” Trixie nodded, looking down at her watch. Worst comes to worst she was wearing a nice enough dress to wear her work clothes to dinner. As the man droned on the torture felt a touch more bearable as Katya stood beside her trying to look as though she understood what they were talking about.

…………………………………………..

“When I said wherever you wanted, this isn’t what I had in mind.” Trixie said as they walked across the McDonalds car park.  

“You said I’m sorry we missed our reservation because of Mr Boring Mc-I-wear-more-shades-of-grey-than-you-can-fit-in-an-erotic-novel teacher man. But don’t worry Kitty Cat we can go anywhere else in the universe you want to go for dinner, we could even go windsurfing with your dead dad if you want." Katya said, raising the pitch of her voice in what seemed to be an impression of Trixie.

"I didn’t say that.” Trixie rolled her eyes. “And I don’t sound like that.”

“You mouth didn’t say it but that’s what your eyes told me."

"You’re terrible.” Trixie sighed, unable to fight the fond smile on her face.

“I know, I’m on a government list. Go find us a table upstairs and I’ll order what do you want?” Katya said, patting Trixie’s arm as they headed into the fast food restaurant. Trixie rattled off her order, which consisted of the only vegetarian option. Honestly even the salads had meat in. She pushed money into Katya’s hand, giving her an insistent look when she began to argue.  

She found a table upstairs near the back of the restaurant, if you could even call it that, and sighed. She’d been looking forward to their dinner. Obviously it didn’t really matter where they went, she mostly just wanted to be with Katya, but the food had sounded good at Romero’s. Kim had told her about it and Trixie knew Katya would flip over the ravioli. She’d been looking forward to seeing the joy on Katya’s face. The teacher pulled out her phone so as not to have to look at any of the other patrons. Kids just out of school. People in suits who looked one spreadsheet away from death. Old people who must have been around for the invention of hair brushes but somehow seemingly never used them.

“Excuse me, I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this but you are very beautiful.” A manly voice said from across her. Momentarily her heart filled with dread as she expected to look up and see a forty something year old man with a shitty suit and a problematic hairline, who thought he’d try his luck. Instead she saw the grinning face of Katya.

“Oh my god. What was that?”

“I got you didn’t I? Didn’t know it was me, did you?” She giggled, putting the tray down on the table before pulling out her seat. Trixie laughed, putting her phone down beside her.

“No. You’re not secretly a man are you because that was scary real.” The teacher asked with exaggerated suspicious, eyeing the other woman cautiously.

“I’ll never tell, mother.” Katya said sweetly, hiding behind a napkin. Trixie snorted, nudging Katya’s legs with her foot underneath the table. She looked down at the food and rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god, did you get a happy meal?”

“Well yeah, it comes with a toy, Trixie!” Katya exclaimed as though that was explanation enough. She pulled one end from her straw wrapper before blowing hard into the straw.

“I’m dating an actual child.” Trixie sighed as the wrapper hit her in the cheek and got caught in her hair.

“Yup, pervert.” Katya grinned opening the box and pulling out the toy with a level of glee not quite befitting at thirty four year old woman.

“Oh. My. God.” Katya gasped as she showed the toy to Trixie. “I got you!” She insisted as she tore open the bag to reveal a small plastic Princess Peach.

“I should be her for Halloween. I’m normally Barbie.” Trixie mused, opening her veggie burger. God she was hungry, lunch seemed like years ago.

“Oh my god, you should be Princess Peach and I’ll be Mario!” Katya gasped, eyes bright as she grabbed Trixie’s arm.

“What and you just keep saving me all night and punching bricks?”

“That’s true love. The modern Romeo and Juliet.” Katya nodded, looking back down at the figurine happily. She was very quiet for a few moments before she suddenly spoke. “Hey, Trixie. Ask me how I’m doing.”

“How are you doing?” Trixie asked, trying not to be suspicious at the sudden request. Katya grinned widely and held up the Princess Peach toy.

“Peachy.” She said as seriously as she could. Trixie groaned, chuckling at the stupid joke as Katya began to wheeze. “Trixie, ask me how I would describe your butt.”

“I feel like I know where this is going. Is it peachy by any chance?” The teacher asked, eyebrows raised.

“You said it, not me.” Katya replied, holding her hands up in the air.

“God, I love you.”

“Urgh.” Katya grimaced before smiling and blowing her a kiss. Trixie smiled back, rubbing her foot against Katya’s calf as she drank.

“It’s like Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.” Katya giggled as she rolled her chicken nugget behind the toy. Grinning she took a bite of the food, looking very pleased.

“I’ve never seen it.”

“You’ve never seen it?!”

“As much as I love to see you, I don’t care to see your food.” Trixie mused as Katya looked slightly guilty. Swallowing her food she took a deep breath.

“Trixie.” She began seriously. “While the time we’ve had together has been great I’m afraid we are going to have to break up. I need someone who shares the same values… and the same DVD collection.”

"Oh my god, don’t do that to me Katya. I was starting to believe you.“ Trixie laughed in relief, putting a hand on her chest. She had managed to sound so serious. Imagine breaking up in a McDonalds at eight o’ clock on a Tuesday. She’d never live that down let alone the heartbreak. "I thought you finally realised you’re out of my league.”

“Sorry.” Katya apologised, looking a little guilty. She reached forward and took Trixie’s free hand in her own. “You think I’m out of your league?” She asked as she dipped her fries in sauce before filling her mouth.

“I’m pretty sure everyone is out of your league.” Trixie said softly, looking up from under her lashes at the other woman.

“You’re cute."

"Thank you.”

“I don’t think I’m out of your league at all by the way.” Katya added, pulling Trixie hand to her mouth to press a tender kiss to the back of her hand.

“No?”

“No. I mean who would have known the two sexiest, funniest, most charming, intelligent people in the world would fall in love?”

“Hah yeah, that’s them down the street there. What about us?” Trixie snorted, nodding her head to the window. Katya gaped in mock horror, dropping her hand.

“You wound me you sharp-tongued vagabond.” Katya said dramatically, putting a hand to her chest. “And yet you are definitely getting laid tonight for being such a duckie.“ She added with a smile, leaning forward to pink Trixie’s cheek. The other woman batted her hand away with a laugh.

“Pretty sure I was getting laid anyway, compliments or no.” Trixie grinned, leaning forwards so that people around them couldn’t hear her.

“Away, you three-inch fool!” Katya exclaimed.

“What’s with the Shakespeare today?” Trixie asked, shaking her head fondly as she went back to eating her food.

“I was listening to the radio yesterday and they were doing dramatizations for Shakey’s birthday or something.” Katya shrugged, taking a sip of her drink.

“Listening to the radio, showing your age a little there grandma.” Trixie mused, smirking at Katya’s offended look.

“Young people listen to the radio too, Trixie.” She insisted.

“Mmmhmm." Trixie hummed, dodging Katya as she tried to playfully smack her on the arm. The pair fell into giggles.

“Anyway I would have thought you’d like my Shakespearian flare today, its romantic.”  Katya said, waving a fry in front of her as though she was directing an orchestra of some kind.

“It’s not romantic if you only remember the insults and the bits with bears in, Katya.” Trixie snorted.

“I know other bits!” Katya insisted taking the other woman’s hand. “Trixie, Trixie, where for art thou…” She said, rolling her ‘r’s, hand resting on her chest as she spoke to Trixie’s hand. Trixie couldn’t contain the squeak of laughter as Katya suddenly pulled her hand towards her and covered it in sloppy kisses.

“I hate you.” Trixie laughed, wiping her lipstick covered hand with a napkin. Katya winked at her before sticking a whole nugget in her mouth. “And I’m guessing you’re wearing that dress because Shakespeare as well. I’m almost surprised you don’t own a ruff.”

“Completely unrelated.” Katya shrugged, waving her hand nonchalantly.

“Right.” Trixie nodded, not believing the other woman for a second. “Speaking of completely unrelated.” She began, causing Katya to look up from her food. "What was your sister talking about earlier?"

"Oh. Um.” Katya began, suddenly nervous, scrunching up her serviette in her hand. “It’s perfectly ok for you to say no, before I begin, I just want you to know we won’t take it personally. I won’t take it personally. I understand."

"Katya, what is it?”

“We’re going on holiday, Svetlana, Peter, Dina and I, we go away together every other year and um and Svetlana wanted me to ask you if… if maybe you wanted to come too?" Katya asked, eyes on the napkin in her hand as she began to twist one end of it nervously.

"You’re asking me to come on holiday with your family?" Trixie clarified, surprised by the invitation. She’d never been invited to go on holiday or anything with a girlfriend’s family before. She’d been away with Kim and her family before but never with a girlfriend.

"Sorry, sorry. I told her it was probably too much, I mean we haven’t been together that long really and we certainly haven’t been publicly. Just forget it.” Katya rushed out, still not looking at her as she sat back in her seat.

“When is it?” Trixie asked picking up her phone to check her calendar.

“What are you doing?" Katya asked, looking up in surprise.

"Checking if I’m free. I think I still have quite a few days off left if it runs a little in term time although I’d rather not do that.” Trixie said, closing a text from Pearl as it popped up. She’d answer it later.

“Wait, you want to come?" Katya asked, her eyes hopeful. Trixie looked up from her phone and smiled.

"Sure. Getting to spend time with you and your family would be nice." Trixie said, heart bubbling pleasantly as she saw Katya finally let her excitement show.

"Oh ok, we’re going Easter week, um we’re going to this resort place in Greece.”

“Is that expensive?" Trixie asked, doing a mental check of her current savings and bank account balance.

"Svetlana has offered to pay for your flight." Katya said.

"What? She can’t do that, I’ve got some stuff saved up.” Trixie replied quickly, she certainly didn’t know Katya sister well enough to be indebted to her like that. Plus she still wasn’t sure Svetlana liked her. Taking her money would only make that worse surely.

“She’ll honestly be more insulted if you paid for it yourself than not going." Katya informed her frankly.

"Oh."

"Yeah she’s got a bit of a complex. I also think it’s a bit of an apology for the way she was when we started out.” Katya shrugged.

“Oh. Ok. Well, I’m free that week.” Trixie said, putting her phone back down to look at Katya.

“So you’re coming?” The Russian asked hopefully, excitement swimming in her eyes. Trixie grinned and nodded.

“Yeah.”

……………….

“It was very nice of you to offer to drive us all to the airport.” Svetlana said as she settled herself into the back of the car with her husband.

“Of course. Thank you so much for inviting me.” Trixie replied from the driver’s seat, yawning as she looked at the time. Too early, definitely.

“It’ll be nice for us all to spend some time together.” Peter added as Trixie took a long sip of her strong coffee in her pink travel cup that Katya had decorated. One night Katya had just picked it up and asked if she could make it prettier. She then continued to cover it in doodles of hearts, flowers and Barbies floating alongside aliens and raccoons.

“You got everything, sweet?” Trixie asked as Katya slid into the seat next to her.

“My charm and my dashing good looks.” Katya sighed, rolling her shoulders back as she yawned. “It’s too early.”

“You look so beautiful.” Trixie smiled, making Katya bounce happily before thanking her. Some of the Russian’s hair fell from its messy and very lazy updo as she laid her head back on the headrest.

“Right. Let’s get this show on the road. Everyone ready?”

“Miss Mattel, I need a wee.”

“Remember, you don’t need to call me Miss Mattel while we’re not in school. Just call me Trixie.”

“You went while we were in the house.” Katya sighed looking exhausted. Trixie put a hand over Katya’s, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles soothingly.

“I need it again.” Dina whined.

“That’s no problem. Good on you for saying before we left. We’ll be right back.” Trixie said, turning to Katya. “You wanna give me your key, I’ll take her now.” Katya smiled appreciatively.

“You sure Trixie?” Svetlana asked, reaching for the buckle to her seatbelt.

“Sure, you guys sit down for five minutes.” She said with a wave of her hand, opening her door and getting out of the car. She walked around the car and opened the door for Dina. They headed into the house together, chatting away like old friends.

“Trixie is sweet.” Svetlana observed as she watched the pair enter the house.

“She has a heart of gold and more patience than I’ve even known anyone have.” Katya mumbled her eyes closed as she sat back in the seat. God it had been a long morning, and there was still plenty of it left.

“Does she tell you you’re beautiful a lot?”

“Yeah.” Katya smiled, turning slightly in her seat to look at her sister. “And yet every time she says it, it’s like the first time she said it.” She confessed, blushing a little. Svetlana grinned wolfishly.

“Now then Hun, I’ve seen that look before.” Peter began, looking up from his phone to give Svetlana a stern look over his glasses. “You can’t spend the holiday prying into their love life.”

“I just want to know that they’re happy.” She said defensively, folding her arms across her chest as Trixie and Dina stepped out of the house.

“Mhm.” Peter hummed disbelievingly, patting his wife’s leg. He gave her the kind of look that came as a result of many years of marriage.

“We are, I don’t remember being this happy before.” Katya sighed as Dina got back in the car and buckled her seatbelt.

“Hey.” Trixie said as she slid into the driver seat.

“Before we go can I have a small kiss?” Katya asked tiredly, smirking at the way Trixie blushed. The teacher looked behind her briefly, everyone else in the car suddenly seem to be very focused on something in their hand or looking out of the window.

Trixie leant forward and pressed a chaste kiss to Katya’s lips, staying perhaps a little longer than was necessary. Katya held a knuckle beneath the teachers chin as she kissed her back. She pulled away not long after, looking thoroughly too please with herself as she relaxed into the passenger seat of the car. Trixie sat back, rolling her eyes as she felt blush touch her cheeks.

“If you guys want.” Trixie began, coughing awkwardly as she broke the silence of the car. “You can go back to sleep for a bit. I’ll keep the music off.”

“That’s ok.” Svetlana answered as Trixie checked her mirror and began down the quiet road. “I won’t be sleeping and these three could sleep through world war three."

"If you’re all sure. I hope country is ok?” She laughed, pressing the play button on her Bluetooth car radio. Her question fell on three pairs of deaf ears. Svetlana chuckled. They were so predictable.

……………….

She’d been driving almost two hours when they hit the traffic. Just managed to catch rush hour, dammit. She slumped back in her seat with one hand on the wheel. She drummed her fingers as the song changed to Island in the Stream.

“Do you remember the time you sung this to me?” A voice said beside her, making Trixie jump. She had thought Katya was still asleep.

“Yeah. After we went to that terrible restaurant that had that weird waiter.” Trixie chuckled, edging the car forward a few inches before the cars in front of her stopped again.

“Benjamin was boss.” Katya gasped in mock outrage.

“You only think that because he likes the movie Contact.” Trixie pointed out, shooting Katya quick knowing look before returning her eyes to the road.

“He has taste.”

“Shush.”

“Let’s do it again.” Katya said suddenly.

“What?”

“She’s an amazing singer.” The Russian added, turning in her seat slightly to inform her sister and brother in law.

“I’m not that good, I just sing in key unlike some people.” Trixie interjected, as Peter and Svetlana chuckled.

“C'mon. It’s our song.” Katya pleaded, trying to sway her.

“Is it? I thought you said Hot for Teacher by Van Halen was our song.”

“We have multiple songs.” Katya shrugged. “Sing for me my angel of music.”

“Are we starting on the Dolly part then?” Trixie checked as the chorus finished. Katya nodded.

“I can’t live without you if the love was gone. Everything is nothing if you got no one.” Trixie sang, laughing when Katya began to clap. “And you just walk in the night. Slowly losing sight of the real thing.”

“But that won’t happen to us and we got no doubt. Too deep in love and we got no way out.” They sang together. Svetlana grabbed her phone, quickly turning on the camera. Peter rolled his eyes as she began to record them.

This was going to be an interesting holiday.