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randalsgrave · 2 years

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I DID THE THING GUYS OH HOLY SHIT

As previously mentioned, it’s some real “middle of the plot” fuckery and it’s nowhere near finished, but I HAD to share it, because who am I to deprive the Bob fans of some Bob goodness?

It’s day five of being involved with Bob, and things don’t quite go to plan one evening.

18+ only. Don’t touch it otherwise. Bob x Female!OC.

Word count: 1.5K

WARNINGS: Semi-explicit; mentions of oral (f!receiving); teasing; panic attacks; mentions of toxic parents; not beta read (we die like men); minor editing

A/N: If I didn’t already apologize for this being stoopid half-baked then here I am apologizing for it now. Creativity tends to hit me when I’m sleep-deprived at quarter to 2 in the morning and this kind of shows that 🥴 Katie will be showing up in a muuuuuch more developed Bob story in a bit (and this will very likely be part of it) but for now, she lives on in a one-off. I hope you guys like her as much as I do and come back to see more of her story. ❤️

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It’s day five of being together, and tonight Katie is at Bob’s place. Nothing too out of the ordinary, if you ignore the fact that Katie’s place with its distinct lack of roommates is - usually - the more ideal location for the two of them.

Bob insists though, mentions something about his housemate going underway with the Lincoln. It’s a nice change of pace - Katie might have no roommates, but Bob has a house. More space means more tomfoolery.

By the time 2100 rolls around, they’ve managed to keep their hands to themselves, mostly. All bets are off, however, when Katie wanders into Bob’s bedroom, hair damp and body fresh from the shower she just took, in little more than her underwear and an oversized Beastie Boys t-shirt - Bob’s oversized Beastie Boys t-shirt.

And damned if the sight of this girl in his clothes doesn’t do things to Bob.

“I should let you wear my clothes more often,” he says, voice a near rasp.

“Keep leaving them at my place,” Katie snarks, “and I just might.” She walks over to the bed, falls into the empty space alongside Bob, legs bent and arms hitting the pillow, framing her head like a freckled halo.

Bob can’t help that he stares. He’s got a literal angel in his bed, after all.

“You’re the damn prettiest thing that’s ever been in my bed, y’know,” he says as he rolls over to face her, and he means it. He still has no idea how he managed to score a girl like Katie Garland, but Christ, he’s been thanking his lucky stars ever since. What a wonder she is.

Katie smirks. “You say that to all the girls you hook up with?”

“Only one I'm doing anything with is you.” He says it with a shrug, like it’s the most casual and nonchalant statement on the planet, but Katie would be lying if she said it didn’t make her heart skip a beat or six. Surely he means nothing by it.

Right?

She sucks in a breath she didn’t realize she was in need of. “…Got a way to prove it?”

“I might have an ace or two.”

It was an open invitation Katie was hoping he’d take, and sure enough, he did, pulling himself closer and snaking an arm around her waist, lips ghosting along the column of her neck.

And just like that, it’s on.

In truth, it still stuns Katie that a man as unassuming, calculated, and tongue-tied as Robert “Bob” Floyd is capable of… well, this. Of keeping her guessing. Of shattering her worldview. Of reducing her to a puddle with a single kiss to her throat. There’s a lot more to Bob than he lets on, that much has been obvious since the moment she met him, but God… What a damn wildcard he’s turned out to be. He’s smart and sharp and cool and on the goddamn money - a real-deal, no-shit flyboy.

And Katie is hell-bent on finding out whatever else there is to him.

She meets Bob halfway, turning towards him with one small, veined hand on his cheek, her head tilting to capture his lips in a kiss, a heated one with sighs and teeth and want. It’s the beginning of a flight for the two of them, a systems check that tests waters, tests the limits, slow, steady, methodical.

“This okay?” Bob asks around the movement of her lips on his. His fingers toy with the hem of his t-shirt, toy with the skin of her exposed torso.

Katie responds with a soft whimper and a nip of her teeth into his lower lip. Bob damn-near short circuits. Yes, it’s okay. It is very, very okay.

It’s all the go-ahead he needs to take it further and further still. The oversized Beastie Boys t-shirt? Gone, stripped up and over Katie’s head and tossed off to the side somewhere. His navy-issued sweatpants? While already slung low on his hips, they seem to slip a fraction lower and lower as he rubs, ruts against her. Hands, mouth? All over and everywhere, starting with Katie’s breasts. His fingers dig into the swell of her flesh, soft, warm, supple, a beauteous thing that his mouth soon finds before dragging its way up and latching onto her throat. Katie mewls beneath him, desperate for more.

Bob climbs further up. “What do you want?” he murmurs against the shell of her ear, a lightning-up-the-spine sensation that has her whining, writhing. At this point, Katie wants whatever Bob is willing to give her (which is saying quite a lot) but if he’s giving her full control like this, well then…

“M-M-Mouth.” Any other person would need elaboration, but Bob? He knows. He knows exactly what she’s getting at. “Wanna feel you…”

In an instant, Bob’s mouth is gone from the shell of her ear and trailing down the column of her neck, down over her collarbone, between her bare breasts, and good god. Katie’s body is an F-18 in flight, practically doing loop-de-loops under the control of a skilled pilot, and it thrums. Everything is as it should be, perfectly placed and perfectly timed.

Until it isn’t.

His hands, his mouth, they’re everywhere. He’s everywhere. His tongue is lathing strips up her inner thighs, fingertips trailing in the apexes of her legs and hips, whispering along the bottom edge of her stomach. It’s five million touch sensations all at once and Katie can’t process them all in time. Her body twitches, bucks. What the hell's happening?

And then Bob is between her legs, her underwear is gone, and he’s licking featherlight lines up the length of her pussy, and it sends Katie into overdrive and oh fuck. This is nothing like the night they had four nights ago. This? It’s too fucking much. Her body blazes, every nerve lighting up like the warning lights in her cockpit, screaming at her, abort abort ABORT. Oh no, oh god, this is bad.

Nausea curls in her belly. Panic sets in.

Katie goes with her basest gut reaction and just stiffens, goes completely board-rigid with eyes clenched and breath held, then forced out, fucking breathe goddamn it, wills Bob through inaction to stop, please -

“Katie?”

Bob has pulled back. His mouth is no longer on her, and his hands curl gently around her thighs. He must’ve noticed her go still - and thank god he did, because every alarm bell in her body is going off and she’s breathing far too fast and ah shit, she’s on the cusp of a panic attack, isn’t she?

“Whoa, hey, Katie, Katie-“ He scrambles up, takes her face in both hands. “Look at me baby, did I hurt you?”

“N-No” - oh god, she’s gonna cry, fuck - “I’m not hurt, just really freaked out.”

“Did I go too far? I went too far, didn’t I?” He’s the one panicking now, and god if it isn’t like a knife through Katie’s chest. “Oh god baby, I’m so sorry-“ Bob throws his arms around Katie, pulls her now-shaking frame into him as tightly and as close as he can, his horrified face pressed into her chestnut hair while hers is hidden in the curve of his neck. “I’m so, so sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten carried away like that…”

The knife in Katie’s chest? It stabs, over and over again. It happened again. Her brain and anxieties got the better of her and she panicked and look at what you’ve done now, you’ve ruined it. She can hear her mother, feel her sitting in her head, taunting her, nobody likes a drama queen, Katherine Mae, NO ONE.

Not even the WSO holding onto her like he’s afraid she’ll break, asking her if she’s okay like his life depends on it. Not even him - especially not him.

Her voice cracks, splinters. “It was too much,” she chokes out around tears. “I’m too much, I’m so sorry-“

“No! No no no! Don’t you dare think that!” Katie’s face is in Bob’s hands again, staring dead-on through tear-stained vision at the blue of his eyes. “This is absolutely not your fault, okay? I went too far, and I don’t ever want you to be uncomfortable, so I stopped. I never, ever, ever want you to be uncomfortable with me, ever.”

Katie can’t help herself; the response is reflexive. “But I don’t wanna ruin it for you-“

“You’re not, I promise. I’ll take whatever you’re comfortable giving me, and only that.”

Katie chokes back a sob and curls into Bob, arms clenched tight around him, as tight as she can possibly hold him. She’s fucking mortified that he’s seeing her like this, but she doesn’t know what to do while her body calms down from the state of panic it was previously in. Just hold me, please just hold me…

They may only be five days into seeing each other, but Bob’s already got her figured, down to a damn science. He doesn’t scare easily. For her? He would never.

He keeps his arms tight around Katie for the rest of the night, holds her through her tremors, brings her back down to earth with him. He keeps them there, even when exhaustion gets the better of her and she finally slips off into unconsciousness. He’s not letting her go, not anytime soon. He wouldn’t dream of it.

For a woman like Katie Garland, Bob will do anything and everything to keep her here, keep her safe.

Anything.

#top gun maverick #top gun #tgm #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob my beloved #bob x female oc #female oc #established character #lewis pullman #movies #film #fanfiction #no beta we die like men

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undermattsun-archive · 4 years

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japan national team x reader | w.c 1.3k

a/n: omg guys here’s the super cute epic collab fic i made w all my frieednsies <33 we all worked superrrr hard on this so pls don’t be mean!!!!!!!!! pls enjoy its xoxox and don’t forget to follow everyone here on this kidnapped by hq collab <33333333333

warnings: not proofread bc who does that xD (guys pls free me from this hell i’m in so much pain i didn’t even look at this i skimmed over it i left it as is, gg)

Read this while lsitening to the best song evar!!!!!!!!!!!1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_cXhBy78T4&ab_channel=JonasBrothers if you dont listen whil reading ill eat ur family MONCH MONCH MONCH

i go dwnstars, yelling ‘by mum!’ bfor laceing up my wite convrrse hightops (NOT blck becauz u cant sharpi on it) wth 1d lyrics scribbled on it. i rmb to draw a directioner infinite sign on mywrist. perfect, i think to mysdlf.

I never thot i would get to go to the olympics all the way on the other side of the planet in toky o japan! It was a dream come true for a simple, average, run of the mill girrl like me, who is 5’7 with naturally wavy hair, that’s not curly or strait and eyes as blue as the dark blue part of the ocean.

I been dreaming of the olypoics since fetus. I just knew I had to be here, but I never thought it would actually happen. The only thing that would make it better is if I had a smezxy smexy boyfrwend! (A/n: Tee-hee! Maybe even two! (Or five! <333) haha! Aren’t I so quirky? <3)

I’m Wearing A Mint Green Crop Top That Ties In The Front And Some Denim Shorts With Black Converse. I Don’t Need Makeup Because My Skin Is Naturally Smooth And Clear And My Lips Are Already Red #wokeuplikethis And I Listened Only To MCR And P!ATD On The Plane Ride. I Bet You Dont Know Who They Are, THey’re My Favorite Banxds And Are Super GOod And Like Underground Bands. (A/n: Okay But If You Don’t LIke Welcome TO THe BLack Parade GTFO Of My FIc I Don’t Need YOu Here xoxo)

ok so like,, im on my way to the olympics but then like, i get kidnapped !!! the car i was in was like super expensive and i cant see anything with the blindfold on. i hear voices of men all around me though, for like, a whole 30 minutes before they bring me somewhere and tie me up? "Take Her BLindfold off," one of them say, i hear. and im so nervous. but it's like a dream when they tug my blindfold off and im met with the prettiest emerald orbs ever looking back at me.

my stomach knotted in fear (more like an angry swarm of butterflies fluttering around ) i feel like screaming or squealing or both bc those eyes belong to someone so gorgeous . even more gorgeous than harry styles. hes like a god. i woukd so worship his foot. or something. (squee omg i can’t believe this is happening. i bet you wish that it was you huh?)

bro who tf has emerald orbs green eyes im blanking rn

^ yo i was gonna ask i cannot for the life of me remember who

his #afff14 sppheres peered into my soul i really just felt seen. i took a deep breath before fainting he was just so pretty. *one hours later* i woke upa nd saw the pretty viridescent peepers staring into mine. like he was literally two inches away from my face omg i could feel his minty breath on my lips it smelled so good.

“My name is atsumu miya,” he said gruffly, the gruffness in his voice so gravely. “And me and me mates here think yer the most gorgeous girl weve ever seen. I blink up at him, orbs gleaming amd full of tears.

“What do u mean, i’m just a normal quirky girl?” I say shakely, biting my lip. I bit my lip as the piss blond man spoke.

“You don’t know ur beautiful.” YOUR INSECURE DONT KNOW WHAT FOR YOUR TURNING HEADS WHEN YOU WAlk THROUGH THE DO OO OOOOOR

“U may be a normal quirky girl but ur OUR nroaml quirky girl now” his friend said with a deep voice. It was so deep that i almost thot it was like the ocean, he had curly balck hair and his eye were sooo mysterious (a/n i loooove sakusa i can’t believe him and his friends kindapped me omgggg XD)

“Stop it go away” osamu said (hee hee i can never remmber tell which twin is which LOL i think its osamuuu) “no u have to share” sakusa responded angrily. I starred at them and didn’t know what theyd do next!

I looked over to he side ans see sakura pulling out hand sanitizer passing it around to his teamates. The green orbed boys huff as they put it on. i wished i could see his whole face hes so sedy, look over here pretty girl, i gasp pulled from my thoughts by their captain kita walking into the room with his hands on his hips and was theat aran? “You look even better in peroiusn” aran said to me, walking over to me “how do you know who i am?” i ask.

“listen bbygurl...” he yealls, pulling out a chair to sit acros from me. “you dont get to ask the questions, we are your new masters, and you shall do as we say.” i gulp nervously, my stomach feeling like a sharkndao is happening inside. “we hope u will be worth every penny we payed foru.”

“M-m-m-masters?” my head felt like it was spinning in a teacup from disney land as i thought about what he just said to me. what did this mean? was i gooing to miss the olympics?? I wanted ot hate him with his super smug look on his face but i cant deny that he looks kind of hot and i’m into guys who look just like him,, the other guys r also relly attractive it makes my heart race. I look around trying to find answers when i make eye contact w a really really reall y tall guy who i thinks name is gao only to see another really really relly tall guy next to him,, hyakuzawa?

“what are yo going to do to me then?” ((*lenny face))

you ask, stomach bubbling. maybe i shoudnt have ateen that stale pizza earlier and washed it down with watermelon-lemon minute maid because now i felt like it was gonna come up. ((ew gross um tw vomit mention hehe)

“Dont worry were going to grab seme din din soon lil one,” one of them says. His name espapes me. Hes a ginger. They wont answer me for some reason and i suddenly miss my freedom when i would go to school (i go to an expesive private school for rich kids ahahah).

“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME??” i yell again batting my fists against the ginger but he doesnt even blink. Ive decided hes hot but in a short king kinda way. His hair reminded me of of like cheeto coloured fine thread woven into waves.,,, like the ocean xD (ans...this has an ocean theme)

sudenly there was another voice it was yalling “BOKE HINATA BOKER” i looked with my stricking dark blue orbs and there wasd inother pair of stricking dark blueor bs like the ocean and blck hair. his voicde was veryy deelp an sexxcy (a/n lololol i luv u gakeyama kun *w*)

theres suddenly a loud voice in ur ear screaming directly into ur eardrum " BAKA KAGYEAMA BAKA" (wtf our they communicating ???? ? ) i cringe at the yellign and another pair of strong arms bulls me away . i land against a hard, solid chest, i can feel the six pack thru his track Suit.

and then my alarm clock playin what makes u beatyful goes off n i woke up.

amen.

i rub my eyes wakng up, starrn into the mirror at my super borng brwn ugly eyes and brsh my equaly borng brwn hair. i lok up at m wall and see harey stylz and niallr starinf back at me on t walls. i sigh dreamily. they wud twll me my brwn uairs beatufil.

#i'm gonna kermit #my eyes hurt #my brain is dying #where am i #kidnapped by hq #tw wattpad

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readyplayerhobi · 5 years

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Flower | 09

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, slight angst

; Word Count: 4.2k

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: A Christmas present for you all! This has been my favourite chapter of Flower so far so I hope you all enjoy it too! Please reblog if you enjoyed and let me know what you think in a comment or ask!

; Flower Masterpost

The knock on your front door causes you to pause, clothes in your hand as you put them into your washing machine. You’d been frantically cleaning for the last hour, tidying up your already clean apartment to make sure that it all looked good. When you’d run out of stuff to clean, you’d resorted to washing your clothes early.

Just for something to do while you waited.

But now he’s here. Hoseok is here. At your apartment, for the first time. You’d been to his a few times now but he’d never been to yours. That had been your fault because you simply just hadn’t invited him. It hadn’t entered your head to do that. Not until Chungha got exasperated and pointed out that perhaps he’d like to see where you lived too.

She must have been right because Hoseok had eagerly accepted and so here you were. You’d finished work an hour and a half ago, the time spent since waiting for him to finish and head home to grab his stuff before coming to yours had given you plenty of time to fulminate.

Not only was Hoseok coming over to yours for the first time...but he was going to spend the night. He’d come up with a plan to drive you both to an amusement park a few hours away tomorrow, but it required getting up pretty early. As a result, you’d just blurted out that he could stay with you.

You could tell that he’d been a little shocked at your proposition, not because you were suggesting he stay but because it was you who was suggesting it. He probably hadn’t expected you to propose that for a while yet.

Especially not when you had plans to let him sleep in bed with you too. You’d discussed it with Chungha and Soyeon in depth, wondering whether you should make him sleep out on the couch for the night. They’d been adamant that you couldn’t do that given you were dating, and you’d been together for two months so why not just let him sleep next to you?

If he remained as polite as he’d been, he wouldn’t be putting any moves on you.

The easy way you’d said yes to it and suggested it to him told you, and everyone else who knew you, that you really wanted him to stay over. To sleep next to you. Honestly, it had one of your fantasies. Alongside the sexual ones, sometimes you just thought about him holding you in bed, cuddling with him.

Tonight you were going to get to experience that.

Quickly putting the rest of your clothes into the machine, you pause for a moment as you wonder if it’s stupid of you to be washing your clothes. But you push the thought of the way as you add powder and detergent before turning it on. A final glance around your small apartment lets you see that everything is as clean as it’s going to get and you take in a deep breath, smoothing down your shirt.

Opening the door slowly, you smile at Hoseok as he stands there waiting, a backpack over his shoulder and a bright smile on his own face. “Hi...err...sorry, I was putting my washing on. For some reason. Err...come in.”

He laughs softly as he enters, toeing off his shoes and carefully placing them on the rack you have set up next to the door without even being asked to. Moving forward through the tiny hall, you gesture to the living room and attached kitchen with a nervous movement.

“Errm so...this is the living room, obviously. And the kitchen. The door you just passed is the bathroom and the other door is my bedroom. It’s not very big,” You feel yourself heat up in embarrassment as your hands twist together. “I mean...I can still barely afford it but it’s home at least.”

Hoseok looks around slowly, eyes darting everywhere as he takes in the decor of the place. You weren’t allowed to put things on the wall so the only decorations were on the bookcase in the corner, your television stand, your couch, the coffee table and the drawers next to the bookcase. Looking around, you take it in the same way he does.

A fluffy throw in slate grey is draped over the couch, covering both the back and the seat cushions while an array of interesting cushions and plushies cover it. Your Pusheen plush sits in pride of place but there’s also a bao bun with a smiley face, an overly cartoony calico cat stretched out along the back and a Jack Skellington face on the couch as well.

Other plushies dot the room as well, from the set of Pokémon on the bookcase which included all the Eeveelutions you’d carefully collected over the years and various Pokéball’s to random cute ones and even a Pac-Man. Amongst all of that, was other stuff you’d collected; a range of animal shaped hand creams, a bunch of tiny Harry Potter chibi snow globes, some Funko POP figures featuring Disney characters along with a Totoro clock.

Random lights were currently turned on around the room including the PlayStation logo light, the Mario Mushroom light and a Yoshi egg. Part of you cringed as you took in how...colourful and pretty everything was compared to Hoseok. It looked so...delicate next to him.

He was stood there in black ripped jeans with a Guns n Roses shirt on, his tattoos the only thing that matched the room really. And yet he didn’t look disgusted by it, instead he just looked fascinated. Moving forward, he looked over the various books, Blu-Ray’s and video games you’d collected over the years along with the tiny Totoro figures that almost made up a little set.

“Oh my god...this is literally you in a room.” He marvelled, eyes wide as he took in the light shade that covered the light bulb hanging in the room. It was simple, just a curved circle but it was navy blue with tiny circles cut into little rockets and planets. When you turned it on, which was rarely, it made the room light up with a space theme.

“Err...yeah...I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot.” You apologise, rubbing at your forearm as you feel the swirl of negative feelings within you start to bubble. Already you’re regretting letting him into your home, into your safe space. This was where you felt most comfortable, where you felt happy. You only let people in that you trusted, and after two months you were pretty sure you could.

But it was still overwhelming, letting someone into the very private part of you and letting them see what made you happy.

“Don’t apologise, this is great. You’ve seen my place, it’s barren compared to this. I like it. It’s nice. Feels...cosy.” Hoseok said with a bright grin, white teeth flashing as you glanced at you before looking into your kitchen with eager curiosity.

The cuteness extends into there too, sweet woodland themed animal print oven gloves draped over the oven handle while a whole array of cute magnets cover the fridge along with pictures and important notices. A Totoro egg timer sits next to a little polka dot flower pot on the window sill while a cat themed calendar is propped up on the microwave.

A soft meow combined with pressure on his lower legs causes Hoseok to jump slightly, looking down before he grins even bigger. “Oh hello there! You must be Kasumi! Your mommy has told me so much about you.” He croons in a high pitched voice, the kind people only use on babies or animals.

But you can see the delight in his eyes as she sits in front of him, her cream fluffy coat combining with her dark paws and ears alongside astonishingly azure eyes to make her look like the prettiest cat ever. You were pretty sure that she was a ragdoll cat, which meant it was even more shocking that you’d found her in a shelter as a kitten.

She observes Hoseok for a moment longer before meowing sweetly at him, pushing up to butt his hand with her head and he coos as he crouches down, stroking and talking absolute nonsense to her. You get the sense that he’s just fallen in love at first sight with your cat, the smile on his face bigger than anything you’d seen as she flops to the floor, belly presented and batting at his hand playfully.

“I’m gonna steal your cat.” He teases, looking up at you with playful eyes and you snort, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Over my dead body. She loves me anyway, right Kasumi?” At her name, her ears twitch and she looks at you upside down, letting out a soft mewl as her loud purrs reach you. You grin and crouch down, arms open as you make kissing noises to her and she immediately jumps up, rushing over to you. Standing back up with her in your arms, you smile smugly at Hoseok and wonder why on earth you’re suddenly competing with him over the affection of your own cat.

It looks like the thought runs through his head as well as he shakes it before walking over to you, dropping his backpack past you onto the couch before he places his hands on your waist. Leaning close, you feel your shoulders rising at his attention and he chuckles quietly.

“I guess I’ve got some competition then, huh?” He murmurs before kissing you, the gesture ever so gentle. It’s nothing intense, yet it fires you up in ways you’d never really considered before. Here, in your home, with your cat in your arms and your boyfriend kissing you, you feel happier than you can remember in recent memory. It feels...almost normal.

Hoseok pulls away quickly, smiling as he looks you up and down with a raised brow. “Can I go change if you’re in your pyjamas already?”

His tone is ever so slightly teasing and you look away, pressing your face into Kasumi’s soft fur to avoid the embarrassment.

“Yeah...sorry. I don’t...I don’t see the point in wasting clothes when I’m at home. Pyjamas or die you know?” He snorts in response, kissing your cheek before grabbing his backpack again.

“I get it, I’ll be back in a minute.”

It turns out that Hoseok’s pyjamas are just...his normal lounge clothes apparently. A pair of plain black sweatpants is combined with an overly large Star Wars shirt, a few holes in both items that cause you to raise a brow in amusement. A far cry from the matching set of pyjamas you’re wearing; a set of Marauder's Map leggings combined with a black shirt and a gold Hogwarts crest.

“You can tell our personalities just from what we’re wearing.” He looks up from his phone, brows raised before looking between you both with a lopsided smile. Without a word, he walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to him tightly.

Body stiffening automatically without you even meaning, you force yourself to relax in his embrace. You still weren’t used to the open affection Hoseok lavished on you, the casual touches of his not normal enough for you to accept openly like you did with your friends and family. But you were getting there.

You just wished that you could extend the open affection to him in the same way. It was hard though, you weren’t naturally open to physical gestures like that. Normally you just accepted them, but you wanted to discover to be open with him.

Because as you melted into his arms, you realised that you really liked this.

“What are you trying to say, huh? That I’m ratty and old while you’re young and put together?” He teases, squeezing tightly while rocking you from side to side, putting just enough pressure that you have to stagger back as you giggle against his chest.

“No! I mean...you are older than me…”

“Excuse you! I’m only two years older than you! Hardly Hugh Hefner here.” Hoseok protests, his voice loud but you can hear the playfulness in it. It makes you happy to hear that, knowing that he’s going along with you.

“You’re right...you don’t have as much money as him. I’m missing out.” At that, he leans back enough for you to see his face, his jaw dropped while he tries to stop a smile from spreading. It causes you to grin in response, squeezing him tightly in response before you press your face back to his chest. “It’s okay though, you’re pretty.”

“Wow...okay. Does that make me the Playboy Bunny in this situation?” You snort, hands lowering without even meaning to and making him jerk in surprise as you squeeze his ass without even thinking. The very ass that your friends had teased you about weeks ago.

“How do you look with bunny ears and a tail?”

He moves away at that, eyeing you suspiciously as he bites his lower lip, the flesh disappearing between his teeth. “Let’s never find out, shall we?”

“Awww. There’s people who find that kinky. They get dressed up as animals and stuff. Sometimes it’s just...they just wanna dress up but sometimes they dress up and it’s like...they wanna have sex in those suits.” Hoseok just stares at you in disgust, looking away before nodding slowly.

“Sounds great. I’m never doing that. Just want you to know,” he pauses, looking up at the ceiling before cringing and shrugging. You’re suddenly reminded of that woman trying alcohol meme as he makes a considering face. “Okay maybe I’d try it once if you were into it but I don’t think it’s for me.”

You steadfastly avoid his face at that, body heating rapidly at the thought of him thinking about having sex with you knew he probably had. If you were thinking that way about him, then there was no one way someone like him wasn’t thinking that way too. And it was a very strange sensation to know that he wanted you like that.

So you just gestured to the couch, watching as he sits down and scoops Kasumi into his lap. A quick phone call gets you food ordered from your favourite Chinese place, Hoseok stating his preferences to you as he flicks through Netflix and strokes the fluff ball he’s holding.

The next few hours pass by in a food coma bliss of delicious food combined with both of you starting a show on Amazon instead called The Boys. It had surprised you both with how violent and gory it was yet you enjoyed it thoroughly, much to Hoseok’s amusement. Maybe he thought your love of cute things meant that you didn’t like that kind of stuff but you enjoyed it just as much.

You both made it through three episodes before you found yourself getting tired, it was nearing 11pm and as lame as it made you sound...you were someone who went to sleep a bit earlier than that. It amused Hoseok when your head started to loll onto his shoulder, the pleasant warmth and comfort of his body as you cuddled up together lulling you into drowsiness.

Which was why when the episode finally ended, he stood up and gently pulled you up as well. “Come on sleepy, I think it’s time for bed. Sometime’s tired.” He was using that voice that he’d used on Kasumi earlier, and part of you wanted to protest it but you were too drowsy to bother. So instead, you went around the room after shaking his hands off to turn off all the lights.

Hoseok went to the bathroom while you did that, telling you that he was just going to go to the toilet and brush his teeth. By the time you had finished cleaning everything up and throwing the empty Chinese cartons away, he was standing a little awkwardly outside your bedroom.

Smiling, you opened the door and let him in. “You can go in.”

He gave a little smile before heading in and pausing as he looked around once more. Your room was barely big enough for the double bed in it, one side pressed up against the wall while a bedside table rested next to it. A wardrobe was next to that and a chest of drawers along with a mirror.

“Err...sorry...it’s a little cramped.” You say quietly, rubbing your arms nervously once more and he just shakes his head at you with a small sigh that sounds more amused than you’d expected.

“You need to stop apologising for everything. It’s fine, honestly. Don’t stress yourself over it.” He heads over to the bed and looked down at it, teeth clanking against his lip ring as it looked down. “I’m gonna guess that you sleep on this side?”

Pointing at the side closest to the bedside table, you go to nod before realise he’s being rhetorical. It was blatantly obvious which side you slept on, given the other side was covered in a large array of plushies. From more Pokémon to a Star Wars teddy, Toothless from How To Train Your Dragon, a cute cat face, a fluffy llama and so much more.

The side Hoseok would be sleeping on was covered in them and you cover your face in dual embarrassment and horror, realising that you’d blatantly forgotten to clean it off for him. “Err...yeah. You can just...put them on the floor or something. Sorry, I mean…”

You cut yourself off from apologising again at his look but he just smiles and shrugs. “It’s okay, I’ll sort it out.”

Quickly, you leave the room to prevent any further embarrassment for you. Sometimes you really wondered why Hoseok stayed with you given how different you both obviously were. The thought made your chest hurt and you pressed as it, frowning as you did your own nightly routine. It took a little longer than Hoseok’s as you had a whole skincare routine to go through and so ten minutes later you walked back in with a face mask on.

He was lying on his back, pillows propped up behind him as he looked through his phone and you noted with amusement the little ice cream plush that was still situated next to him. In fact...he made the most bizarre image laid there.

Your bedding was white, with tiny rainbows ending in clouds interspersed with yellow stars and little cartoons unicorns and pegasus that jumped and frolicked. You liked your bedding to look as cute as everything else, only it looked childish with him in it now.

His tattoos look at complete odds with it all, dark hair pushed back and making him look even hotter than ever with it all messed up. He looked dark and brooding in your bed, anathema to your bedding and it was both adorable and bizarrely attractive.

A sudden thought rushes through your head that one day, if everything goes right, you’ll be having sex with him in that bed. Cheeks heating, you quickly rush forward and sit on the bed carefully, plugging your phone into the charger before looking back over at him.

“Do you need your phone charging too? I have another cable and plug.” You offer and he lets out a noise, head turning towards you before his eyes finally pull away. When he finally notices your face, he jerks away in shock before his face contorts and he squints at you.

“The fuck is on your face? Are you cosplaying Michael Myers or something?” Hoseok mutters, leaning forward a bit and looking you over. You try not to laugh, not wanting the face mask to move and you push at his face lightly.

“Don’t make me laugh, you’ll ruin it. It’s just a face mask, my night routine.” Laying back on the bed, he pulls a face at you.

“You do that every night? Isn’t it tiring?” You shake your head, checking in your Twitter feed as you wait for the time to pass until you can take it off again. “Is that why your skin always looks so pretty? Or is that makeup?”

“Hoseok! I haven’t worn makeup the last three times we’ve met up. You haven’t noticed between that and makeup?” He just stares at you for a moment before shrugging, his hand suddenly running along your back in slow and steady movements. It feels like electricity moves through your body as he does so, but you can’t tell any sexual intention behind it.

“I feel like no matter what I say here...I’m going to get myself in trouble. So...I will be smart and say that you look beautiful with and without makeup.” His smile is boylike then, making his entire face look far younger than he actually is and you sighed softly in defeat, shaking your head before checking the clock on your bedside table. “Why does your clock look like that?”

You pull off the face mask and throw it into the small trash can underneath the table, gently patting at your face to get the excess moisture to absorb. Glancing at the clock, you note it’s unusual shape and size while the orange numbers glow.

“It’s one of those clocks that simulate sunrise to help make it easier to wake up in the morning. I struggle with feeling tired and in winter I never want to get up. Err...I tend to get a little...or a lot...depressed with it. So I got this because daylight is meant to make you happier so ten minutes before my alarm goes off, it starts to light up and simulate a sunrise. It works pretty well in fairness.” You finish, rubbing your cheeks before grabbing the next step of your routine.

“Really? Huh. Cool.” He hands you his phone once you’ve finished, turning onto his side watching you intently. The attention makes you feel warm inside and finally you’re ready to go to bed, lifting the covers and cautiously sliding in next to him. It feels warm and comfortable as usual, your pillow and bedding maximised for comfort.

Reaching over, you turn off the lamp, leaving you both in darkness. The room feels oppressively silent at that moment before you realise that you can hear his breathing next to you. Suddenly, you feel hyper aware of his every movement and sound, your own body stiff beneath the covers.

A few minutes pass by like that, you unsure what to do now and too tense to sleep even after feeling so drowsy earlier. And then suddenly Hoseok reaches out, his hand resting on your stomach tentatively before stroking gently when you don’t react.

“You’re so tense.” He laughs softly and you feel the need to apologise again. But you hold it back, knowing that you have no reason to apologise. Hoseok knows by now what you’re like, he’s aware of your shy and awkward nature and he must know how out of your comfort zone you’re feeling right now.

Which is why you appreciate how slow he moves, his hand spreading heat through your stomach as his slow movements lead you to relaxing ever so slightly. He keeps doing it, his breathing just as hypnotising and you find your eyelids fluttering shut as the earlier drowsiness comes back.

“Can you turn over? On your side?” Hoseok asks softly, hand pausing and it takes a few seconds for you to acknowledge what he’d said. But you do so, shifting lazily until your back is facing him and your head is pressed comfortably into the pillow with your hand slotted beneath both pillows.

And then carefully shuffles up behind you, a warm and heavy weight sliding around your waist as he wraps an arm around you. Pulling slightly, he tugs you into a more comfortable position and you’re suddenly wide awake again. Even though you’ve been cuddled up with him before on a couch, it’s somehow completely different now that you’re lying together in bed.

Every bit of his front presses to your back and you’ve never been so aware of someone else. He feels like a furnace behind you, though you’re not sure if that’s because he actually is warm or if it’s because your body is burning hot. But you like it, as nervous as it makes you feel.

Your limbs feel like you could go outside and run a marathon yet the idea of leaving the bed is so far beyond you. His warm breath gently puffs against your neck as he settles a little more and you swallow hard, forcing your body to relax as you get used to the feeling. It’s been a long time since you’ve slept next to someone, and you’d never felt comfortable with them.

But you do with him. You do with Hoseok.

And without even realising it, your wandering mind begins to drift off as you lay there comfortably, feeling safe and content about everything.

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anteroom-of-death · 4 years

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Life, For Dummies p5

a/n: deconstructed angst with a slice of life. idk, i cried too many times lately n now we here. enjoy my pretties.

You fell into a comfortable routine of sorts. No set pattern or time sheets to fill out, no schedule. Just adventure after scheme, mind-numbing body flaring fuck after pleasurable expeirence, after explosions and wine and dine.

He’d even begun to train you to pilot the TARDIS. He made it fun, and used sex and punishment like a drivers education teacher uses gold stars and red pen. Land it perfectly or even in the right vicinity, he’d toss you up over the console and toss your legs behind his shoulder and eat you out like you were the last snack on the planet. Leaving you with beard burns and gushing…

Manage to wreck the TARDIS into something or massively screw up? He’d pull you by your ear until you were lower to the ground and take the notebook you’d eagerly scribbled notes into, tear your panties down and use it as a flogger, “Now maybe it’ll get through your skull now?”

You didn’t know which rednesses were which anymore.

Once you even set up in a kingdom after killing the King and Queen and using telepathic manipulation. It was an annual tithings feast akin to the Purge. The survivors of it would give the king and queen the losers goods. You did admit it was good having everyone fawn over you and treat you like royalty. The Master laughed and nearly died laughing the first time you truly didn’t fuss over the genuflecting, sputtering masses. After that was done, he took only the prettiest and most useful object and drug out the corpses of the former rulers and mockingly made them on their thrones.

He did take the most grand tiara and place it on your head one night and said, “Queen of the Whores...look at how well you know how to kneel!” Before cumming on it, your face, and the wall behind you.

You insisted on lots of rest days in the TARDIS and even out. He enjoyed having a solarium open to the most grand suns for naps during this time, all curled up, you on his chest and you knew this might be the legitimate only time the alien ever had some semblance of a sleeping schedule.

He’d taken to playing slightly with your hair and humming a bit to you. It was simple and always drained out to a slight snore. He was opening up and relaxing more around you. Even informing you of his life. All the good with all the bad. It was slow to start, but you knew it was a lot.

He was right, all those months ago, this was the Real Way to See the Universe. Having it brought to you and not at random. Each day an a la carte and having loads of time to unwind. The days of randomness and ill-adept piloting, half lies mixed with earnest truths and long-winded explanations were a fever dream of lives past. You understood him better. At his level.

Things became clear and stuck.

You wondered off hand constantly if this was what regeneration felt like one day.

“I can assure you. It’s much more painful.” He said, responding to your wonderment, tracing a small circle around the base of your neck one day at a beach on Momia 18. “You at least get to keep this smashing body, I have the lottery. Will I end up a dashing man with hands that can do this- “ He went lower and massaged the outside of your bikini bottoms, “And these lips you can never tear your filthy little mind away from…” He stopped and pulled you back, “Or something boring and less exciting.”

“Damn, you have a point there.”

If not for the people who he demanded you get called by your preferred name and or, regal terms, you half-thought sometimes you’d forget your name. What was it again? Y/N?

You were always “Pet” or “my pet”. Unless he was being cool with you, then it was a terse “love”, which always made your heart plummet into your stomach.

You’d only fought once so far, and it was over something so stupid, you happened to land on Earth and it was a festival and he wanted to scheme and lure in her, but you wanted a nice day perusing the booths and eating, maybe getting a haybale ride in. You ended up cutting your nose off to spite your face and slamming the door to your room and barricading it with a chair, screaming that he had best not come in there. You froze him out for three days and you two took two fucking weeks to make it up.

It was, at the end, you paid in pain and delayed pleasure. He had you you choked out and chained on the floor of the TARDIS, slowly torturing you with fucking your brain up with images of him pleasuring you. All while using an electric zinger. The Master had you begging and pleading while informing you that Pets don’t get the chance to freeze out their Masters. That they were to be warm and receptive. Always obedient. Once you got the point, he brought you to the most extreme orgasm you ever had, then spent the next day caring for you and yet making sure you wore your new marks with pride.

You could have, in retrospect gone without him, but hindsight is perfect vision.

You knew you were changing, you were constantly reminded, not just by your creeping suspicions, but by the few, brief times you checked in with your old reality on Earth. You said your excuses, blamed mental illness and lied through your teeth to poor Graham who wanted to send you a box of scones he made.

He’d been a surrogate father to you in a few many ways.

Yet you never felt so far and so disentangled.

Not that all change was bad. You were becoming more confident and stood straight up. You were always learning, whether at the hands of your Master, or by the innumerable amount of books he had falling over the place, even by your own tinkering. Your reveries became smaller and fewer in between. And you didn’t let fear get in the way of you doing anything, even falling great heights.

You were a ghost within a ghost wrapped in a human shell.

Chaos over Chaos.

The final piece of this fell in when you finally encountered her, the Doctor and all your old friends. Yaz, Ryan and Graham.

It was an accident.

You’d been laying the foundations for rebellion to happen, the Master was quite put out with the establishment and told you, “Let them eat cake!” as you pointed out, that it’d be longer to wait, but more fun to sew the seeds of discourse and let them march the leaders' heads out on spikes, then swoop in later as glorious alternatives.

He kissed you so hard you nearly stumbled over and quickly blurted out, “I love you for this! What a clever idea.”

Of course, the Fam was here and trying to create peace and make sure “order” happened and not your beautiful chaos.

It was a stand down and you’d literally just walked into those two circling around each other like snarling dogs for a meaty bone.

“I knew you’d probably be behind something as sinister as this!” She barked.

Yaz and Ryan were calming a crying leader’s wife and Graham was recharging his Laser shoes. You wondered offhandedly how a supposed pacifist would let him have a weapon purely for killing.

You allowed yourself one, “Fuck.” a little too loud to escape quietly and go deal with this and smooth over the best saving grace for your long plan you both poured all three of the available hearts into.

“Y/N?” The Doctor pivoted and spun around to the shadow you’d been off stage in.

The Fam all dropped whatever they were doing immediately and began to gawk at you.

“We thought you died? I went to your home to pick you up and it was deserted-dusty!”

“We tried calling!”

“I mailed you a postcard!”

“We checked every local hospital and scanned the records for your death!”

So many voices and shouts shook you into the first of a massive reverie in a while. A dull ringing set in and snapped. People started bickering between. For a second you couldn’t hear a single peep from anyone and lost your mental footing.

“How could you betray me? After all we’ve been through?” The Doctor demanded, rolling into your face and nose curling in utter grievances. Fire and sadness filling her eyes. You felt guilt, but saw the pure disgust radiating out of her.

“Enough.” You pushed back and screwed yourself up again.

“You left me, and them.” You pointed your commanding hand at the Fam. “All alone and on our own to get home! What was I supposed to do? Stand by and wait like I’m being stood up? We waited days. We always wait for you. Always.” Hurt and violence pouring out of every syllable. “What are we, hmm? Us companions? Toys for you to play with for character development then toss away when you learn your lesson?”

“He’s got your hypnotised! He’s evil! You know he’s a baddie!”

You let out a manic laugh, “So?”

“Look what he’s turned you into!” She pointed, “You didn’t look like this before.”

You clapped your hands and chortled, “I’m happy!”

You saw out of the corner of your eye everyone, even the Master, stepped back and observed the two of you’s scene. Yaz? Horrified and like she’d seen a murder. Ryan, confused and hurt. Graham, hurt, but just looking glad he wasn’t in the middle of it.

But your Master, you thought you heard him coo under his breath and felt a warm tingling in your brain.

Yaz, ever the Officer and The Gentlewoman approached you and asked honestly if you were okay.

At the moment you didn’t know, you crossed a hand over your gut and inhaled sharply, slouching and swallowing a lump in your throat. Graham was beginning to look beyond concerned and in a fatherly sort of way. “You seemed shaken up the last time we talked, Y/N. Did he hurt you?” He approached you and put out to comfort you…

The Doctor was turning from shock to anger and betrayal overruled. “What’s that? It’s like he’s taken over you!” The Doctor made a broad sweeping gesture.

The Master went to speak and you waved him off, your mind crashing around you. You could feel him getting worried and angry. He looked like he was to kill the Doctor. But not in the little smirking way you’d grown to adore. His teeth were out, but not in a wide, dopey grin. Purely feral and ready to open something like a can opener…

He stopped, looking confused but a little proud. He had a front row seat to your mind and the cacophony of thoughts inside it, yet was shocked.

“Oh- it’s not like you don’t take us and mould us to your liking? Worlds speak in hushed reverent tones of you sacrificing your Children of Time. Then you go move on to another set. No big deal! You can always pick a bunch of suckers. Your TARDIS might as well be a white panelled van.” You tried matching her equally for the amounts of emotions or a monologue she would do. “You’re just as bad if not worse! You play the hero and the martyr! You lie to us!”

To rub salt in the wound you quietly added, “He’s many things, but I know he’ll never lie to me.”

You didn’t know how much of a hard-ass you could successfully pull off. You considered her a friend and up until this moment still had a lot of loyalty and love for her. You still loved despite always being a misshapen puzzle piece the human part of the Fam.The ringing settled in your jaw and you felt her pain.

Your facade began shaking.

You started to tear up. “What was I supposed to do, huh? Stay home? The world was in lockdown, and my anxieties were numerous. I was worried sick about you, and forget me? Graham’s elderly and has health problems!” Your lower jaw began to shake. You were scared for the first time in ages.

“Sue me, so I left with the Master.”

Your words rang out but not as intense as they should have.

“Did I really fit in with you at all?” You posed an easy question. Expecting an easy answer.

The tears began to fall freely.

“He’s evil...” She reminded you.

“Does not matter.” You rebutted.

“He’ll kill you.”

“Whatever.” At this point you began wishing someone would murder you.

She pivoted and lunged straight at him, “This a big part of your plans? Take my companion and pervert her? Then have her trot out…” she straddled him and grabbed him by the lapels. “Dressed like you dressed her? Huh? What method of mind control-” You went to go save him from the honey badger in blue.

He began to laugh, not exactly manically, but not exactly mirthfully as well. “Oh, I’ve been more or less avoiding you. Out of respect for my pet.” The tone was taunting and bitter. “You think I wanted to hurt Y/N? Like this? Oof- how little your respect for me, Doctor!” He spit her name out like a fatwa.

You closed your eyes and began to break. Mentally, you were draining down and physically it felt like you’d received a punch to your guts. You felt spiritually bereft. The Doctor and the Master fighting made you feel like some doll for these virtual children to deal with.

You wished you could pop a valium.

Giving the rest of the Fam an imploring look, you swallowed and gathered yourself up. You hoped your eyes could give them all the apologies and information you needed them to know. That you cared for him and weren’t in trouble. All the facets of you crashing and burning. You were being torn apart, playing a game with your held heart.

But in the end it was fruitless. So you pulled the two Time Lords off each other, glowering at the two of them.

“I’m going back to the TARDIS.” You gave it your best shot to look commanding and in charge.

You turned around and tried to stalk out with all the bravery you could muster. You couldn’t relate to a happy state, feeling your blood run cold in your ears.

So you ran.

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volleyball-dontknowher · 4 years

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you know I’m an annoying dumbass but I can tend to be quiet at times😌 I like doing artsy stuff like embroidery or something musical, my biggest pet peeve is when someone mansplains. My favourite colour is purple, my ideal date is cinema/bowling and a meal. If I’ve fallen hard for a guy, I simp hard😌 you know I have a thing for “right dickheads”👀 but I would love someone who loves cuddles and being fluffy. Do your worst Nat, I’m thirsty and I need some nsfw please 😚😚

Match-ups open!

I hope you enjoy this bb!! I am so nervous for you to read this aaaaaah I hope you like it idk if not please take my left leg as a sacrifice

I ship you with

Tanaka!!!!

First off hear me out you two are both goofy and serious but also super caring for your friends and passionate about the things you are interested in and he gives back the sass that you dish out so please hear me out

The two of you are literally is perfect for each other like it is simp city between the two of you and you can’t help but spoil each other all the time, if not with little gifts or presents than through words and actions like you both take such good care of each other

If you ever bake him anything he is going to cherish it so much and is going to show it off to everyone around him and brag about you and you, of course, request a ton of kisses as payment from him and he will literally tackle you onto the couch and kiss you until you are begging him to stop

In public, he always looks like such a badass, like he is going to keep an arm around you and death glare every single boy who even crosses paths with you but at home, he is so soft for you like he is going to make sure that you are comfy all the time and is going to take such good care of you like he will make you tea and bring you snacks al the time

If you embroider the two of you little matching logos of your initials onto a jacket or something he will never ever ever take it off like it will be his prized possession because it is so cute and then you made it and he cherishes it and if he leaves it anywhere (even at work) he goes back right away for it because he always likes to know where it is

He is a horrible chef when you first meet but he really wants to impress your family and so he learns to cook so that you guys can all have a home-cooked meal by him, he even offers to help out with almost every family meal and at your family take away like one night it was short-staffed and he got his ass in there and cooked for hours because he wants to see it do well and he knows it’s the right thing to do and uggh it was perfect

The two of you will go back and forth about who is cuter and he is always going to win, unfortunately for you but he is so stubborn and makes sure that you know that he thinks you are the prettiest girl to have ever walked this planet

He hypes you up like no one else like you will be painting and drawing and he gets the tiniest glance of it before you try and hide it from him and he takes it from you and just admires it so much like if it is even halfway done he starts looking for places that you can hang it up

He is horrible at bowling but absolutely loves going with you like he either gets a strike or a gutter ball and there is no in-between and so you either get pummeled or you win with no competition

He has no idea how a period works buttt he is going to spoil you rotten like he will get you chocolates and curl up in bed with you giving oyu tons of kisses while you watch animes and movies in bed and he asks a lot if you are feeling okay because he is worried about you and if you ask him to get you tampons he just knows that you need something called “regular” even though you are super….he about makes an ass of himself but then watches a youtube video of some guy explaining it and then it all falls in place and then he is in shock like you really keep that up there for what

He literally could never mansplain anything to you because he is never like that but one time you were struggling with your bra and he was like just hook it together, duh and you made him do it and he was cheeky and smiling the whole time because that was his whole plan

Oh my gosh Tanaka cannot sing but he absolutely loves to try in the car with you, he cranks up the music and tries to sing along even though his voice is terrible and hie has no idea what the words are, it is always super sweet though like he is going to smile at you and belt the words to the song

If you ever forget sunglasses he will have you wear his over your glasses and cause he doesn’t want you to go blind because then you couldn’t see his face

He loves giving you his sweatshirts like his whole wardrobe practically becomes yours and if he wants something he will ask you first and just smile at you because “you look hot’

Oh my gosh cuddles with him are the absolute best like he is down any time and will let you cuddle him however you want like if you want to be completely smothering him then you can, or if you want to lay in his lap, cool

He loves laying in your lap after a long day like he will lay on top of you and let you pet his fuzzy head

Oh my gosh walking down the street with him everyone stares at the two of you like you are both so pretty and radiate such cool energy that you make people jealous and Tanaka always smiles and tells you that it’s because you are so smoking hot that people can’t stay away

You will come home and Tanaka got a puppy and is holding it with big eyes asking if you can keep it, so now you two have a dog together and it’s the most adorable thing ever like he will constantly fall asleep with the dog on his lap and gets it one of those badass collars so that it looks cool but coos at it every time it does something cute

He will literally take the cutest pictures of you and with you, like he is just so good at it somehow like even on bleh days he just makes pictures shine so you guys have the most Instagram-able pictures together and it is so sweet like his whole camera roll is just of you and occasionally your dog

He surprises you with vacations randomly, like he is going to find something he wants to see and just books the whole thing for the two of you and will take you everywhere and loves to see the world with you even though he may be really far off with things sometimes he really likes to try and impress you

NSFW:

Anything even remotely kinky you have ever thought of, so has Tanaka like the two of you are going to have a lot of sex and try a lot of different things all the time and it is going to never get old, Tanaka could have sex every single night and then again when you wake in the morning so if you are ever down then he is down

I haven’t said this before but we all know that Tanaka doesn’t get his confidence from nothing like the man is completely packing and he knows it

Casual sex is going to be super common between the two of oyu like you will be watching a movie on the couch and Tanaka gets bored and starts to play with the hem of your pants before sliding his hands down your pants and slowly fingering you, sometimes he will allow this to escalate to full-on sex, but other times he makes you sit there and enjoy it When the two of you are watching a movie on the couch and Tanaka gets bored with whatever it is he starts messing with the Hem of your shorts and slips a few fingers down in your panties and will start fingering you, some days this leads to fill out sex, some days he makes you sit there squirming as he fingers you until you orgasm several times then sometimes that leads to more sex depending on the mood he's in

If you flip the cards on him and start messing with the Hem of his pants 20% of the time you actually end up getting you are way, the other 80 percent he's going to flip you to over on the couch

If you flip the cards on him and start messing with the Hem of his pants 20% of the time you actually end up getting you are way, the other 80 percent he's going to flip you to over on the couch and tease you until you are begging for him and then he will fuck you and make you moan out his name and go for at least two rounds on the couch as he pulls your legs over his shoulders and pounds into you as his lips attach to your breasts and leave tons of little red marks to claim you as his, the other position on the couch will be him flipping you over with your face down and ass up as he thrusts harshly into you and he will have one hand stabilizing your hip and the other hand pulling your hair or wrapped around your neck and then when he is done with you for the first couple of rounds he will pick you up and carry you to bed for another round

If you actually get your way and you get to start messing with him and the hem of his pants then he is going to let you do your thing, he knows that he is big and would never ever force you all the way down him but if you can do that then he is going to lose his mind almost instantly because holy shit that is the hottest thing that he has ever seen and he is super sensitive on his underside so if you lick up the bottom he is going to be groaning and moaning at you

If you wear lingerie around Tanaka you better now have any plans for the rest of the night and for the next day as well like he is going to take you to the bed and will fuck you all night then wake you up again in the morning by kissing your neck for another few sessions before he takes you to breakfast and at breakfast, he is unable to keep his eyes off of you and keeps telling you how sexy you are and how pretty you are

Oh my gosh send his man nudes, he is going to be so supportive of them like he is going to hype you like nothing else and you will find them framed once or twice and have to convince him to take it down but if you ever draw him nudes he is going to show them off to everyone like no shame this is one thing that he can’t get over, he would never show people you naked but that’s a picture so it’s different

He also absolutely loves coming up behind you and kissing your neck with his hands on your waists as he sways with you all the time like he is going to do it all the time and it always is super sweet and sexy

He is also going to be so into shower sex like you look so hot like that, naked and wet already, he can’t help but push you up against the shower wall and fuck you

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atsixesandcevans · 5 years

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my only wish (this year)

Summary: The world is different after the events of the snap, and that causes both you and Steve to make major changes in your respective lives, unknowingly pushing yourselves towards each other.

Both unlucky in love, and both longing for something fundamentally missing in your lives, what happens when you – quite literally – crash land into each others’ lives?

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

A/N: this was written for @capcountdownchristmas‘s challenge with the prompt of the song My Only Wish (This Year) by Britney Spears, though it ended up being only loosely based on that hahaha!

set post-endgame, except everyone’s alive and nobody’s sad :)

this will be a small series, I’m not sure how many parts there’ll be or when they’ll be posted but they are in the works, so please feel free to send me an ask if you’d like to be tagged in this or any other of my works :)

Read on AO3 || Masterlist

November 2023

The disappearances – people had started calling it the snap, though you weren’t entirely sure why – had changed you. Changed everyone, really, in one way or the other. Every single person in the world either lost someone to the whims of the mad titan, or had been lost themselves.

You had been walking through Central Park when the screaming started. Panicked shouts of names, people disintegrating before your eyes. Your confusion morphed into dizziness, stumbling on your feet a little as you slowed to a stop. A gasp was caught in your throat as you looked down at your body that was half-gone already, fear swelling in your chest before everything went black.

When you woke up what felt like five minutes later, you were still in the park, but it felt… different, somehow. The sky seemed darker, the trees less vibrant. All around you, people were on the ground, matching confused expressions as they sat up, passers by rushing to help people up. Someone came and held your hand, pulling you to your feet, and you stuttered out a strained “what happened?”

The stranger’s confused but hopeful eyes scanned you for injuries, while they replied, “you’re not gonna believe me.”

Five years. They told you it had been five years since Thanos – whatever the hell that was – wiped out half the planet. You found it near impossible to fathom that half a decade had passed without you – without 50 percent of the world’s population.

Just like the rest of the world, you went on with your life as usual. At least, you tried to. You really did try, but each time you got up and went to the boring office job you hated, making the same small talk with co-workers you didn’t care to be friends with, every time you came home to your drab, empty apartment, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was fundamentally missing.

It seemed that the snap had put things in perspective for a lot of people; walking home at the end of the day, surrounded by couples holding hands, going on dates. Even your friends were in love; two of them had had a romantic epiphany in the midst of the grief surrounding the snap, and had been in a happy relationship ever since. You were happy for them, of course, but you couldn’t help the surge of jealousy that you felt whenever you saw them kiss or be romantic around you. You longed for what they had; someone for you to love, who loved you in return. Another person to share your little corner of the world with, someone to celebrate the highs and commiserate the lows of life with. You yearned for it, and held out hope that you’d have that someday, and yet every year that went by, every birthday, every Christmas spent alone made that hope dwindle further and further.

You were stood in front of the coffee machine in the break room at work a month or so after the snap was fixed when you had what you could only describe as a moment of clarity. It dawned on you that the only way your life was going to change was if you changed it yourself. It was then that you decided that you would live your life the way you wanted to, no exceptions.

So, the next morning, you handed your two-weeks’ notice to your boss, and started looking for a house in Brooklyn, where you grew up.

Luck was on your side, it seemed, because you quickly found a small, reasonably priced (for Brooklyn) brownstone house in the Clinton Hill neighbourhood. After a viewing, you used your savings to buy the place, and within a month you were all moved in, with a part-time job lined up at a nearby art gallery to keep on top of your finances while you pursue your passion for art.

You still felt the absence of deep human connection, but you could only hope that the changes you had made would only bring more good things your way.

Steve had been staying upstate in Tony’s house since the defeat of Thanos and he had returned the stones to their rightful places in their respective timelines. Upon his return, Steve passed his shield on to Sam, who he knew would do a great job in the role of Captain America, officially hanging up his suit and finally allowing himself to just exist, without the responsibility that being in the Avengers had brought.

For two months, Steve had been helping Tony with the rebuild of the compound, as well as figuring out what role everyone would play in the new Avengers. It was quickly decided that Tony, like Steve, would be retiring, to spend time with his family and watch Morgan grow up. Bucky and Sam would lead the team, with Wanda and Peter working alongside them to tackle the evils of the world. Natasha decided to finally put aside the Black Widow title, though she would remain at the compound as an agent, leading the training of the new recruits for both S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers, as well as acting as a kind of logistics support for missions. And Bruce would continue as he always did; conducting experiments and continuing to use science and technology to make the world a better place.

With everyone settling into their roles, Steve found himself feeling almost restless. He had agreed to remain a semi-active member of the team, offering advice and support to the active members, but ultimately decided that he would move back into his house in Brooklyn and rediscover who Steve Rogers was outside of the Captain America image.

And so, he made the move back to Brooklyn, with the minimal belongings he had with him upstate stashed in a duffel bag, and the motorcycle that was almost an exact replica of his old one that Tony somehow had hidden away at the back of his garage. He had handed him the keys with a shrug and a non-committal “let’s just call it a little retirement present, from me to you.” Steve still often found himself baffled by his friend, but he couldn’t deny the genuine affection that had developed between them over the years.

As Steve re-entered the city, he was reminded of just how much he loved living here; sure, it could be loud and dirty and crowded at times, and there were definitely too many hipster coffee shops around… but it was home. Despite the changes that had inevitably happened in the 80 years or so since he grew up there, there was still the same feel to the place, the old brownstone buildings lining the streets reminding him of the apartment where he lived with his mother, the kids that often played in the streets reminding him of all the times he was ill and wishing that he could be out there with them. His memories of this place were good and bad, sure, but for the first time in a while he found himself thankful for the body given to him by the serum; he finally had the physical wellness and the free time to able to go out and enjoy his city in a way he never had been before.

Steve walked with his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he made the walk from where he parked his bike to his front door. There were more cars about now than there were last time he was here, so he ended up having to park almost half a block away. As he passed the house next to his, he noticed that the small garden that was overgrown and messy was now neat and tidy, and there were potted plants on the stoop, as well as heavy curtains that replaced the tattered blinds that once covered the windows.

He was so preoccupied looking at the clearly now inhabited house and wondering who it was who had finally bought the place, that he didn’t notice you coming from the other direction, eyes glued to your phone screen as you read through an email from your boss.

The two of you collided, and Steve tripped on uneven ground, sending him falling backwards, landing on his back. In your attempt to remain on your feet, you ended up tripping over the same bit of ground, and landed on what you could feel was an incredibly defined chest, both of you releasing a soft grunt at the impact. Glancing up towards his face, ready to apologise, you were taken aback and your words caught in your throat at the sight of easily the most beautiful man you had ever seen; strong features, soft beard spread across what you could tell was an angular jaw, and long lashes framing eyes the prettiest shade of periwinkle blue.

You suddenly became very aware of how close your face was to his, and immediately felt a blush creep onto your face as you hastily moved to push yourself up and off him, rattling off a litany of oh god I’m so sorry and I wasn’t looking where I was going. The stranger smiled almost shyly at you, cheeks tinted pink, probably from the cold evening air, as he shook his head and got back on his feet, insisting “please, it’s my fault entirely, I should have been paying more attention. Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?”

You couldn’t help the way your heart swelled at his thoughtfulness; he was the one who had landed flat on his back with a whole other person on top of him, and he was asking you if you were okay?

Realising that he was still waiting for an answer, you cleared your throat before replying with a chuckle, “apart from a couple bruises to my dignity, I think I’m okay.”

His laugh shook his whole body, his face scrunching up in the most adorable way, and an inexplicable warmth spread through your chest at the sound, finding yourself desperate to hear it again.

You bit your lip to suppress a grin as he held out his hand in greeting. “I’m Steve, by the way.”

Taking hold of his hand, you noticed just how warm it was, despite being bare in the cold winter air, and introduced yourself, adding “I promise I don’t make a habit out of literally running into strangers outside my house.”

Steve cocked his head to one side, confusion across his face. “Your house?”

“Yeah, I live just there,” you said, pointing to the house he had just passed – the one that he was busy thinking about when he bumped into you.

A wave of understanding crossed his face before he let out a surprised laugh, nodding to the house next door, the one you had been passing not five minutes earlier. “I live next door.”

It was your turn to be confused. “You do? I’ve never seen anyone go in or out of that house in the two weeks I’ve been living here.”

Steve chuckled wryly. “Yeah, I’ve had some… business to deal with upstate, so I was gone for a few months.” He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t completely open about being an Avenger – or, ex-Avenger, now – but subconsciously, a part of him wanted to live as Steve Rogers from Brooklyn, instead of the persona he had been presented as for many years… and that same part of him wanted you to know him only as that version of him.

You nodded, though the expression on your face told him you were unconvinced by his bending of the truth. The two of you stood in silence for several moments, looking at each other with soft smiles on your faces, until you finally broke the silence. “Well, I um… I should probably head inside, it’s getting late.”

Steve nodded, though he couldn’t help the inkling of disappointment he felt. You both shared a soft goodnight with a smile before you moved past him and through the wrought-iron gate leading up to your door. It was as you were unlocking the door that you heard him call your name and you turned towards where he stood at the bottom of his own stoop steps. “Yeah, Steve?”

He looked oddly nervous, a shy smile on his lips as he fiddled with his keys, an almost imperceptible pink tinge to his cheeks. “I don’t suppose you’d want to grab a coffee with me sometime, would you? I’d love to make it up to you for knocking you over, and it’d be nice to get to know my new neighbour a little.”

His voice was hopeful, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “Sure, I’d love to. But there’s really nothing to make up for, I was the one who knocked into you.”

Steve smiled wide, though he shook his head a little, getting the feeling that he wouldn’t win the fight with you about who bumped into who. “How does 11 o’clock Friday sound?”

You mentally checked your availability before grinning brightly at him. “Sounds perfect.”

#captain America countdown to christmas #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers/reader #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #captain america #captain america fanfic #captain america fanfiction #steve rogers/you #christmas #fluff #beth writes

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ewankoseyo · 6 years

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serious || highschool!jackson au

A/N: Just a lil something I whipped up on a bus ride. Hella longer than I expected but here you go! Part 2 of magnetic coming very soon!

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jackson is the male lead in those cheesy teen romcoms who’s the most handsome and most popular guy in school and is actually nice to everyone

he messes around in class too much and can be really chatty but because he’s so nice and polite, teachers can’t really get mad at him so they just kind of shush him in between lessons

they have him come in during lunch to help them clean lab supplies as a lesson

which he does without complaining BECAUSE HE’S JUST SO DANG NICE

actually makes conversation with them and basically knows about the personal lives of all the teachers

he’s a golden retriever in human form

basketball team? team captain

fencing team? FOUNDED IT

drama club? auditions for all the spring plays because that’s his sports-free season

chess club? he marched to the principal’s office with the school nerds when the club was threatened by school budget cuts and argued with the principal to keep it open

(“oh you know what mr. wang? you’re right! I think the school CAN spare some funds for the chess club!”)

did I mention he volunteers his time at the local children’s hospital reading to kids on the weekends when he doesn’t have games or matches?

seriously, how does this kid have so much time for all of these activities

he should have “perfect to take home to your parents” tattooed to his forehead

but you stubbornly try to resist his charms because you think he plays too much

he sits behind you in math class and always compliments the back of your head

“did you curl your hair today? it looks really pretty!”

“thanks jackson…”

offers to walk with you to class and carry your textbooks

“your hands look full, let me help you out!”

“it’s okay jackson…”

(he completely ignores this and takes your books to class anyway)

(he’s running to class so you have no time to protest)

it’s not that you hated jackson wang

based off of his personality, it would be a crime to hate him

but falling for jackson wang was pointless

jackson charmed anyone and flirted with everyone

he received love confessions by the week but politely rejected each and every one of them

no one has ever heard of him being in a relationship which came as a shocker to the whole student body

him? THE jackson wang??? sinGLE??????? HOW???????????

at one point, a rumor flew around that he was gay

why else would he reject the prettiest girls in school?

but you knew better

jackson wang was a free spirit

with all his time spent being so involved in everyone else’s lives, there was no time left to focus on the feelings in his

jackson was seriously the nicest and coolest and cutest guy on the planet

but he just wasn’t serious

so you tried to brush him off when you felt he was playing too much

because you didn’t have time for games

besides, why would a perfect angel of a man-child like jackson wang ever return your serious feelings?

(if you had serious feelings for him, that is)

you literally burned yourself with the curling iron this morning trying to use it as a microphone

how could jackson ever fall for you?

so yeah

falling for jackson wang was FUTILE

anyways,

one day jackson tried to pass you a note during class but you just shot him dirty glances before turning back to the board

“jackson, I’m trying to concentrate.”

“ah sorry, I’ll just ask after class! hehe”

but your teacher had other plans after class

the two of you were asked to stay back (but rest assured, you both weren’t in trouble)

so it turns out there was a downside to jackson’s super-involvement in extracurriculars

his grades had been slipping in math ever since fencing season started

(“I’m sorry sir, we’ve been having tournaments back to back!”)

if he wanted to keep competing, he was going to have to get his grades up

with the help of a tutor

someone who…idk…has the highest grade in class but needed some extra credit to bump it up two grade points to a 100 ???????

what could you say? the universities you were applying to were really competitive

so you begrudgingly agreed to tutor jackson wang until he got his grades up

he would follow you home after school and you’d work with him for an hour

he insisted on going to your house since the days were getting shorter and he didn’t want you to have to walk home alone in the dark all because you had to help him

damn him and his kind heart

through these after school tutor sessions, he got to know your family

as expected, they LOVED HIM

whenever your parents would come home from work, he would stop what ever problem he was doing to talk to them

“hello aunty and uncle, how was work?”

“did you confront your co-worker who was giving you a hard time today?”

“I hear you might be getting a promotion soon. good luck!”

when your younger siblings were around, he’d take a “study break” to play with them

you would have to snap jackson back into focus

“c’mon jackson, you still need to finish this problem set.”

“sorry, we’re almost done solving this puzzle!”

your tutoring sessions would end with the two of you just talking

mostly just jackson asking you questions about yourself and you answering

“what do you like doing on the weekends?”

“idk watch movies? listen to music? I’m pretty boring”

“what kind of movies do you like watching? we should have a movie night one day!”

as much as you were trying to avoid falling for jackson wang, you weren’t about to kick him out of your house

you weren’t rude

and it’s not like you had anything else to do

(you had gotten all your homework done while he was getting friendly with your family)

plus you weren’t this used to having someone be interested in you

inquisitive about you, that is, ahem

even though this was probably just a friendly thing jackson wang does with everyone, you appreciated someone wanting to get to know you just because

so you let him hang around and ask you more questions

soon, the questions were getting to be a bit much to and you were getting annoyed

“jackson you keep asking me questions about me, can you start telling me about yourself?”

jackson was the guy everyone thought they knew through his actions but what people knew about the real him was all just heresay

maybe it was because you were trying to avoid getting too close to him or maybe part of the jackson wang charm was putting the other person in the center of his conversations with them, but after all of his questions, you realized you knew next to nothing about his personal life even though you’d been tutoring him for two weeks

jackson laughed at your sudden outburst

“me? what do you want to know about me?”

it then occurred to you that he also wasn’t used to people asking about him either

(what a kind, selfless person, ugh I hate him)

“anything! what’s your family like? why are you so involved in school? what are you doing after graduation?”

you learned that he grew up in a family of athletes so he’d been in sports for as long as he could he remember

his older brother would pull pranks on him growing up, like telling him their parents found him in the dumpster as a baby and took him home to raise him

but now he really looks up to his older brother and always asks him for advice even though he may be busy

you learned that as a child, he would have a difficult time paying attention and keeping still, so his mom put him in a bunch of activities to keep him occupied

and this probably carried on to high school

but besides how it was affecting his grades, he loved and gave his all in every activity he was involved in

his dad taught him to be kind to others and to give tenfold to those who had nothing to give back to you

which is why he spent his extra time volunteering

plus he enjoyed getting to know the stories of the people he was helping, there was always something to learn in each of them

as for after graduation?

you learned he wasn’t completely sure yet

he didn’t want to say too much because there were just a lot of options up in the air, something about possibly moving to korea because of an opportunity there, but he couldn’t say it out loud so as to not jinx it

so yeah, you learned a lot about him in a span of two hours (and this is just after tutoring, my goodness)

what else did you learn?

you learned you had made a mistake in asking him about his personal life because oh god now this was getting all too real and you found your heart aching at the way he would look down and smile, seeming uncharacteristically shy when talking about something he didn’t tell a lot of people or when his cheeks met his eyes when recalling a funny childhood memory or when his hands moved animatedly while describing a fencing move or the way his laugh was the most boyish most genuine laugh you’d ever heard and you’d want to spend the rest of your life listening to it—

it was happening

no, it happened

you had fallen for THE jackson wang’s charms and he wasn’t even trying

this realization must have translated to worry on your face because jackson stopped himself in the middle of a story about how he got into the chess club to ask you if you were okay

“wha-yeah, I’m fine why wouldn’t I be?”

jackson grabbed your hands and gave them a gentle squeeze before rubbing his thumbs against them soothingly

“you must be worried about college apps”

“what?”

“you mentioned before that some of your deadlines were coming up and you were stressing out about them and I noticed sometimes in math you’re not paying attention to the lesson so you can work on them”

if you weren’t so flustered from him holding your hands, you would have burst out laughing from his conclusion

“right, college apps”

and as if you couldn’t be any more flustered, you soon found your face grow even hotter when jackson reached out with one of his hands to tuck the stray hairs framing your face behind your ears soothingly

his other hand still held yours and he gave it another squeeze before giving you a sweet, reassuring smile

“you are one of the smartest, most hardworking girls I know. you study until the wee hours of the morning not just to get a good grade, but to get the best grade because you won’t settle for anything less. you’re someone who knows what she wants and won’t let obstacles get in her way. you support your classmates when they need help with an assignment or want your input on something and you never put them down or make them feel any less than when they don’t get something right. and hey, you’re helping me get my grades up! if anyone deserves to get into the college of their dreams, it’s you!”

boy had the AUDACITY to boop your nose with his index finger with that last point

and you were frozen

how were you supposed to respond to getting jackson wang’d by jackson wang?

that is until—

“can you stop that?”

jackson, who had been busy stroking your hair as he spoke, was now the one who was frozen

“what do you mean?”

you shifted farther from him on the couch you two shared. you really hadn’t meant for things to end up like this when you started tutoring him.

“I mean, could you stop being so nice to me?”

you must have looked so crazy to him (who doesn’t like it when people are nice to them???) but you kept going

“you keep asking questions about me and you compliment me every day and you notice things about me--heck you’re the only one who notices whenever I curl my hair—”

“how could I not notice you?”

you were sure that with the way your mouth was moving but not forming words, you were giving your best fish impression

“li-like this! you’re just being so nice to me a-and you just need to stop doing that...before I get the wrong idea...”

and the way jackson looked at you after you said this completely melted your heart because he just looked soooo genuinely hurt and concerned for you, with his eyebrows furrowed with worry and his lips pursed as if trying to find the right words to say next

“and what do you mean by...‘wrong idea?’”

and you just stared at him, silently begging him to not let you continue what you were about to say, but he was silently encouraging you to continue

“that you might like me back...then I feel stupid because why would you...why would someone like you--I’m sorry I can’t do this--”

you feel your voice getting caught in your throat and you’re about to make a run for it to your bedroom upstairs when you feel a hand tugging you back to the couch and all of a sudden you’re colliding into jackson’s chest

(it was a good thing your family was out running errands!)

“now can you stop doing that”

you barely register what jackson is saying as you feel the vibrations of his chest as he speaks, his arms holding you in place between his legs so you couldn’t get away again

you’re sitting between jackson wang’s freaking legs!

he takes hold of your arms and repositions you so that you’re forced to look at him

“yeah I’m gonna need you to stop doing that thing everyone else does where they talk about me like I’m all high and mighty, because no one tries to get to know me and it makes me feel isolated from everyone else”

“I’m sorry jackson I didn’t know—”

“and stop talking about yourself like that. I like you because you’re you. you’re smart. you’re polite. whenever I talked to you in school, you never flat out told me to go away even if it seemed like you didn’t want to talk. based on your amazing family, I sense that you’re amazing. you’re working so hard in helping me to raise my math grade. and I really appreciate you trying to get to know me. the real me.”

“wait...so you really like me?”

if you didn’t look so cute in his arms, jackson would have rolled his eyes so hard and smacked you

“of course I do! why else do you think I compliment you every time you curl your hair? or why would I offer to carry your books to class even though I know you’re highly capable?”

“I don’t know...I guess all those times I thought you were just playing around and—”

“how’s this for playing around?”

you didn’t have time to ask what he meant then as you felt his hands gently cup your face and he closed the distance between your lips within seconds

if he wasn’t holding you steady, you swear you would have melted on that couch

the kiss was slow and warm, his lips passionately working against yours, as if silently reassuring you he meant every word he’d said

every little peck telling you how much he cared

and when you finally pulled away from the lack of oxygen, you were sure there was no other place where you were meant to be in that moment

jackson placed his thumb under your chin and moved your head so you were looking at him

“it’s always been you.”

so you two continue on like that for the next couple of weeks

studying, making out, more studying, reward cuddles for studying

and before you know it, jackson’s grades are way above what your teacher needed in order for him to keep competing

but that doesn’t stop him from continuing to study with you

because although he had a tendency to get seriously distracted

he was always serious about you

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#got7 #got7 imagines #got7 drabbles #got7 scenarios #got7 au #jackson wang #kpop imagines #kpop drabbles #got7 oneshot #kpop scenarios

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erineverly · 5 years

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father’s day drabble. childhood verse ( 1986. )

chocolate waves settle around her sun-kissed cheeks, ocean hues impossibly bright and crinkled at the very corners by the force of one of the most dazzling grins this world has ever seen. especially so early in the morning. propped up on her elbow, erin feels her chest expanding with an immeasurable amount of LOVE. her whole being fills with a nearly overwhelming sense of warmth. the look of utter adoration hasn’t left her sleepy features ever since she opened her eyes and laid them on her daughter. their daughter. their ray of sunshine. their HOPE. the tiniest, most precious gift sent to her and her childhood best friend ( the man she gets to call her husband now ) straight from the heavens above is lying right beside her. little toes peeking from a soft blanket, petal-colored lips adorned with a smile as sweet as sugar and these eyes — a deep shade of green, two sparkling emeralds just like her father’s, shot through with tiny specks of gold and silver, gentle and endearing and oh so mesmerizing. her skin feels so delicate beneath her mother’s loving palm as she affectionately begins to stroke her beautiful strawberry locks, smoothing out any invisible tangles. and she smells so divine that it’s intoxicating. erin finds herself breathing the scent of her favorite little human in as she leans closer to plant a tender kiss on her dimpled, drool-covered cheek. her pink pacifier must have fallen out in the middle of the night, now tangled somewhere in the sheets but it apparently doesn’t matter — hope is the happiest baby on the planet.

“hello, little lion cub. hi. did you sleep well? looks like you did, huh? almost all night without waking up. mommy’s so proud of you. you’re getting so big. good morning, sweet princess,” the brunette coos quietly, pecking the sensitive spot right beneath her baby’s chin while rubbing her belly and making her giggle in a way that’s so impossibly charming. the sound so beautiful that it puts all the love songs to shame. ( it’s one of many things hope and her dada have in common — axl too responds with laughter every time he gets showered with kisses ). tiny hands rising above her head, fingers grabbing erin’s long curls, lithe body squirming as it’s being attacked with endless affection. the sounds of utter happiness exploding from both of their chests, bouncing around the bedroom walls. the way the little girl is beaming at her mother makes erin feel like the luckiest person on earth. she has no idea how someone so tiny, someone who came into her life way too early and rather unexpectedly, can so effortlessly rock her whole world, turn it upside down without even intending to do so. hope has been absently doing it for seven months now, making her mother’s heart flutter. ever since erin first heard this weak, heart-wrenching cry in the delivery room, she’s been wrapped around her daughter’s small finger.

“you’re so pretty. how did you get this pretty, huh? the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen. are you an ANGEL? you are, aren’t you? where are your wings then? where are you hiding them, my little rose petal?” giggling, she carefully pulls the blanket down as if to search for those missing wings. with a pearly white grin embellishing her features, erin nuzzles into hope’s belly before blowing a raspberry against her skin. kissing her thighs and feet next, the brunette could spend hours just loving on and marveling at their perfect miracle. tiny fists pulling at her curls, legs kicking in anticipation — hope’s definitely enjoying being the center of attention. she is her father’s daughter in every way. it’s something that never fails to amuse erin. how alike they are. “you look just like your daddy, you know that? you even have his cute nose,” erin muses happily, pressing her lips to the beautifully-curved slope of her daughter’s nose, planting a kiss there. “and his chubby cheeksies and these adorable dimples. they’re called heart-thieves, you know?” gently pinching one of them before squishing them together and making the baby giggle wildly. “his hair and chin and eyes and… you’re just a mini axy, aren’t you? my perfect little simba. baby simba.” the curly-haired girl can’t help but drink this moment in, let her heart continue to swell, listening to their daughter’s adorable babbling as her fingers absently tickle her sides. she still can’t believe that this awe-inspiring creature is really theirs. her and axl’s. how is it possible? how can two flawed human beings bring to life someone so absolutely perfect in every way? it seems impossible and yet somehow it did happen. they’ve been blessed.

hearing her baby coo happily and seeing her wiggle her arms in excitement, the young model can’t imagine a more perfect way to start the day. at least not until she looks around and realizes that there’s one very important person missing — the most important man in her life. she immediately changes her mind. she CAN definitely imagine a more perfect morning… one where he’s right by her side, where it’s not just her melting every time their daughter lets out a joyous squeak or blesses her with a smile. a morning where they’re both spoiling her with their attention and LOVE. unfortunately, right now only an old teddy bear and a couple of pillows occupy axl’s side of the bed ( making sure that even if hope does roll over during the night, she at least won’t fall off the mattress and hurt herself ) and it feels extremely cold and empty without the redhead there.

physically, he might not be that far away. her husband is sleeping on the couch in the living room, just a few feet away — erin knows for certain because she heard him when he came back to their apartment mere minutes before dawn, he’d probably tried his best to be quiet but still managed to knock something over and made a lot of noise. but it’s not the physical aspect of separation that bothers her. when it comes to the emotional part of their relationship not just the literal distance separating them, it seems to erin that they’re not even just miles but galaxies and light years apart at this point. there’s an enormous gap between them and they only let it expand as days go by. somehow they’ve lost themselves somewhere along the way, went from being best friends and soulmates to complete STRANGERS in a matter of just few months. it’s terrifying but this is what’s been happening to them.

axl has been working his butt off to make sure that his family is not starving, that they have everything they might need, that they have enough money to pay the bills so that they won’t end up on the streets with a baby. he’s holding onto any part-time job he can find for dear life and it’s still not enough. then every night he’s out, chasing what’s left of his dreams, screaming his lungs out on the sunset strip while erin’s stuck home with their daughter. it seems to the young girl that he’s hardly ever there with them ( or for them ) and when he finally does come back to his wife and child, he’s too exhausted to play with hope or have long, meaningful conversations with the person he swore to LOVE for the rest of his days. which is more than just understandable but still makes the curly-haired brunette feel alone — almost as if there was a giant hole in her heart, a huge void of nothingness consuming her from the inside. she wonders if he too feels this way sometimes or if he’s already learned how to live without any kind of closeness or intimacy. without kisses and hugs and sweet words. he eats, showers and sleeps as much as he can so that he can get up and go to work again the next day. erin feels extremely guilty for wanting his attention, for feeling like he’s forgotten about her and their daughter ( when in reality he’s basically sacrificing his dreams and his future for them ) and for not being able to help him support their family financially.

their differences create a lot of tension and misunderstandings between them. they barely even talk these days and all they do when they finally do get to have a conversation is argue. sometimes, it feels like they’re just trying to survive from one argument to another, make it out alive so they can try and rip each other’s throats out the next morning.

when a few days ago, erin got a call from her agent, telling her that they wanted her in new york, they wanted her to model for them — axl flipped even though she hadn’t made up her mind yet. he told her that he didn’t want her to live on the other coast, to abandon him and their daughter when they most needed her, accused her of being money-hungry and doing everything to run away from her family because she’s just an immature kid herself. he said she let him down, called her a bad mother and then they both ended up sobbing in separate rooms, feeling like their world was falling to pieces. it felt like the ground was shrinking beneath their feet and they could only watch, helpless and hurt.

they break up at least once a month and they accuse each other of all sorts of unspeakable crimes, from lying to cheating and everything in between. curses and horrible names echoing throughout their apartment. frustrations brimming in both of their hearts, anger boiling in their bodies. there are nights when nothing within their reach is safe, flowers and vases flying around, shattering as soon as they meet the nearest hard surface, picture frames breaking, window panes rattling. it usually ends when they get greeted by the sound of the most pitiful wailing coming from their bedroom and a red-faced, terrified baby with tears running down her porcelain cheeks waiting for them to come back to their senses. to stop breaking her only home up. but there are moments when not even hope is enough to pacify them, when one of them has to walk out and slam the door before something horrendous happens.

they’re young. too young. barely even in their twenties. and there’s too much on their plate. it’s something that erin desperately doesn’t want to admit ( not even just to herself because it makes her feel awful, as if she was the worst person on this planet ), but ever since their daughter was born, neither she nor axl have been the same. that’s when their priorities changed drastically, when most of their dreams went out the window.

ever since they were little children, ever since the day when the bashful, strawberry-haired boy in adorable glasses offered his awkward, chicken-legged friend with rosy cheeks a cherry-flavored ring pop and promised to marry her for real ( not under another oak tree ) one day, erin and axl have both known that being a mother and a father is their biggest dream. they’ve always valued the same things — not money, not fame but family because at the end of the day, having someone to rely on is the only thing that truly matters. they’ve always wanted to stick together and build a happy, loving home for themselves and their future children. when they ran away from lafayette, made it all the way across the country from indiana to california without anyone’s help, they had one of many serious conversations about their plans for the next few years. it all seemed rather simple and didn’t involve barely making ends meet or raising a child while living in a one bedroom apartment in a rather rowdy, dangerous neighborhood. they’ve learned the hard way that nothing in life goes as planned, that fate always laughs when it hears people talking about the days that are about to come as if they had any control over those when the truth is… they don’t have much to say in that matter, they have no idea what’s waiting for them around the corner.

when on a cold, autumn evening their newborn baby’s cries filled the room, erin knew their lives would never be the same again but she had no idea just how different everything was going to be. she remembers axl bursting into tears of nothing but relief and joy, squeezing her hand harder than ever to keep himself from bouncing up and down or perhaps even fainting. the second he turned his glossy emeralds to her, kissed her forehead and in a voice that she’d never heard before assured her that their daughter was just PERFECT, so beautiful and most importantly healthy, she knew that he was going to be the most caring and loving father. her worries about him running away from responsibility, choosing something else over her and their baby melted away that day. despite her own tears and exhaustion, she graced him with a warm smile and a look that said we’ll make it, we’ll survive every storm, not just you and i, but us as a family. she let her tired eyes flicker away from his handsome face and glance down at the most precious gift she’d ever received. trying to take in their daughter’s beauty, erin thought that someone must have taken her back in time because she was holding a miniature version of her own husband in her arms. shedding the sweetest tears she’d ever known, all the pain of moments before fading away.

with all the vivid memories from that special day coming back to life, flooding her brain with short videos, different voices and the words of the promises they made then, erin is reminded of just how important axl is. how important he’s ALWAYS been to her and much she LOVES him. their daughter will never have a better father and she will never be able to find herself a better husband. not that she even wants to. he’s the only one for them, the only man erin wants to share the rest of her life with, build a better future with. he’s her soulmate and despite the awful things they’ve said and done recently, she’s determined to fight for their marriage.

fortunately for erin, she can save it all today. because today is a very important day and she can easily make it mean even more to her husband — the day every man wants to celebrate but not everyone gets lucky enough to do so. father’s day. the very first one for axl. erin wants to make it count. when she puts her pride and ridiculous anger aside, when she locks all the jealousy and worries out, she can see clearly just how much he deserves it. he deserves to be appreciated for everything he’s done for their little girl — for the countless hours he’s spent worrying and praying for her health and safety, for the nights he’s stayed by her crib just making sure she’s breathing right, for the days he’s held her in his arms to make her feel wanted and loved.

being a dad to a little human is always a huge responsibility, especially being a young dad when all your friends are out partying and you have to put your fun aside and come back home because there’s someone waiting for you, someone who’s dependent entirely on you and just won’t survive without your help, someone so fragile and innocent, someone who needs nothing but your love to be content. it sometimes seems as difficult as rocket science, or maybe even harder than that and yet axl’s been doing so well. he’s never had a good example of how to be a dad. his father was a monster and his stepfather wasn’t much better, perhaps he was even worse with his wicked games and cruel ways. axl has never experienced an ounce of fatherly love in his life but somehow he’s managed to figure everything out on his own. he’s great with hope. PERFECT. he knows exactly what she needs even before she has the chance to cry for it. one look and he just knows. his heart is so full of love for her that it’s indescribable and immeasurable. he would reach out and steal all the stars from the sky just to make their daughter happy. he would do anything for her. and of course, some days are absolutely terrible and axl must feel like giving up. sometimes it’s all just too much for a young man who’s barely even out of diapers himself. sometimes, hope cries for what seems like an eternity, neither her mom or her dad getting much sleep but erin knows that her husband would never trade those exhausting hours for all the peace and quiet in the world ( peace and quiet seem strange and boring after knowing what their baby’s laughter sounds like ).

the all-consuming love axl has for their daughter, how gentle he is with her, how patient and caring, how he smiles when he looks at her and how softly he sings all kinds of precious lullabies to her every night — erin knows that even though he works a lot, he doesn’t want to miss a second of these babyhood days, wants to make the best of them. he wants to be there for hope and for her. he just can’t sometimes. he’s doing something they both previously thought would be impossible. when their daughter grows up and learns about all the things her dada has done, she will see him as a superhero. superman is just a dumb guy with boring superpowers and ugly tights compared to axl.

that’s why it’s so important to erin to make him feel special today, to thank him for being her rock, for being the best dad out there even when she’s failing as a wife and mother.

“come on, little bird. it’s time to wake up. there’s a busy day ahead of us. we have to get ready. yes, we do,” she chirps, planting one last kiss on the baby’s forehead before she’ll climb out of bed. she opens the curtains and lets the morning light fill the room. a bright patch creeping across the pillows, warming up hope’s porcelain skin and encouraging her to babble a bit louder and more cheerfully. “what is it? the sun’s giving you kisses, too? everyone always wants to kiss my little rosie.” chuckling, erin turns to the strawberry-haired angel and carefully scoops her up. doing what axl always does to hype their baby up, she throws her into the air, up above her own head and lets her fall back right into her open arms. hope laughs and shrieks with delight. she doesn’t just look like her dad, she also has his positive, bubbly personality which isn’t something erin’s willing to complain about — it’s what makes her even more adorable. the brunette cradles her daughter to her chest, hand stroking her back and her lips attacking her sweet cheeks again. she’s irresistible.

“what’s that smell? are you a stinky girl? are you my stinky scoob? you really are your father’s daughter, aren’t you? not happy unless you’ve made a mess that i have to clean up.” laughing quietly at her own joke, trying not to wake axl up, erin’s not really affected by the smell of baby poop after seven months of changing diapers and dealing with all kinds of dreadful explosions. she lets the baby sit on her hip while she’s spreading a clean towel on the bed. she’s learned that it’s the easiest way to avoid disgusting smears and accidents, and their mattress happens to be the perfect changing table. laying her daughter down with utmost delicacy, she already feels bad because it’s the part of their morning routine that hope absolutely hates. erin can’t really blame her — she can’t imagine just lying on her back with her butt exposed to the cool air and some nasty sticky stuff all over it. “mommy loves you. it’s no big deal. here, mister bunny wants to give you hugs.” reaching a hand out while keeping her other one on hope’s side to make sure she won’t try to roll away, erin grabs axl’s old stuffed rabbit and offers it to their daughter. the little girl’s features light up all at one, emerald eyes shining with happiness. she clumsily grabs the toy with both of her hands and brings one of its ears to her mouth. hopefully, it’s enough to occupy her for a few more minutes.

never the one to waste time, the curly-haired brunette unclasps the white, short-sleeved onesie before entirely removing it. gently pulling one tiny arm through the hole, then another and finally tugging it over hope’s head, she takes it off rather smoothly and manages to avoid a meltdown. mister bunny really does work wonders. “naked strawberry. naked strawberry.” goofily chanting, she kisses her cute belly button and quickly gets rid of the dirty diaper. “you love your bunny, don’t you? show mommy how you give him hugs. give him a big hug, hope.” content with just sucking on his huge ear, the little girl squeezes the stuffed animal to her chest and gurgles happily. cleaning her backside with wet wipes before putting a fresh diaper on her and using more wipes to clean the rest of her body, erin considers this morning a huge success.

“we’re going to surprise daddy with something awesome because today is daddy’s day, you know? we’ll show daddy how much we love him, okay? we’ll give him kisses and hugs and we’ll try to avoid spitting up milk on his clothes, alrighty-o? does it sound like a plan to you, little missy?” cooing to keep the baby entertained as she opens the bottom drawer and pulls out a soft, yellow romper with a smiley lion’s face printed on the front. it’s the same one that axl’s sister sent to them just a week ago, a lovely gift from hope’s godmother — something erin couldn’t thank her enough for. she knows that amy doesn’t have much herself and yet she chooses to randomly spoil her niece ( axl’s sister, mom and even his grandma have all been extremely sweet and supportive ever since they learned about their baby ). complimenting her adorable look with a headband with a big bow on it, erin decides against socks and shoes since it’s way too hot outside and hope is still too small to toddle around on her own. the brunette helps her roll onto her tummy and lets her play with her toy for a moment while she’s stuffing the diaper bag with all the essentials for their secret trip — two diapers, wipes, butt cream, a pacifier, a baby bottle filled with water, a clean onesie just in case, a burp cloth, sunscreen, her wallet. “stay here, lion girl. mommy will be right back.” once again barricading her daughter with pillows and rolled up blankets before trailing to the kitchen.

passing by the couch, she can’t help but smile softly at the sight of peacefully sleeping axl. her first love. her husband. her favorite boy with a heart of pure gold. her chest expands, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. she’s been so mean to him lately, so unforgiving and demanding. but those days are over. he’s her whole world and she has to fight for him. “i love you so much,” she whispers while untying his heavy boots and sliding them off his feet, letting them sit on the carpet by the coffee table. it makes her feel horrible when she realizes that he must have been extremely uncomfortable with them on ( but it only shows just how exhausted he was when he came back ). carefully unbuckling his belt, she pulls down his jeans and leaves him in just his socks, boxers and black t-shirt. picking up the blanket that must have fallen when he rolled onto his back, erin affectionately tucks him in and leans in to kiss his smooth cheek. he doesn’t even smell like beer — he definitely wasn’t drinking or hanging out with other girls all night long. erin feels awful for always accusing him of such actions, of choosing someone over the two of them when it’s never true. he’s too tired to wake up but she sees the way his lips twitch, curving up into a dreamy smile and it’s enough of a reward to her. she brushes his flaming locks out of his face and softly murmurs, “you’re the best husband and daddy ever. hope and i love you. we really do.” it’s something she hasn’t said to him in a long, long time. something he’s been definitely needing to hear.

once in the kitchen, erin finds their daughter’s bottle on the dish rack and gets her milk ready. she sprinkles a few drops on the inside of her wrist to make sure it is not too hot before grabbing a small jar of baby food ( banana and apple puree because it’s one of hope’s favorites ) and a spoon for later. she returns to the bedroom just a few seconds later. “hello, precious cupcake. did you miss me? because i missed you like cwazy! mommy’s got something yummy for you.” picking her giggly baby up, erin adjusts her headband so that it’s not sliding all the way down to her nose and places her in her car seat on the floor. little arms extending, emerald eyes alight with excitement upon seeing the familiar bottle. a small laugh emits from the brunette as she lets her have her breakfast. pink lips wrapping around the nipple, fingers gripping the bottle, hope even closes her eyes in pure contentment. it doesn’t take much to make her happy — she’s naturally a sweet, joyous baby. erin and axl have truly been blessed with such a good child. “dada would be so proud of you if he could see you now.” holding her own bottle like a pro, eating without spitting up all over herself. it’s a huge achievement for such a tiny human, erin thinks to herself, completely enamored and filled with pride. it’s only as she’s putting the baby food and the pink spoon in the diaper bag, getting ready to leave that the brunette realizes she’s still in her panties and axl’s old t-shirt. “wow, mommy has really lost her mind. she wanted to go out dressed like this. your mommy is so silly.” speaking in a sweet, soft voice, erin takes off her clothes and leaves them lying on the bed.

she doesn’t want to wake axl up and ruin everything she’s planned for today, she takes hope with her car seat to the bathroom. “pretty poopy place to have breakfast at. i’m sorry, little bug but it’s the only way.” placing the car seat on the floor, she steps into the tub and takes a quick shower. leaving the curtain open, she just wants to keep an eye on her little one. especially while she’s eating. even though the doctor says she’s old enough and doesn’t need to be burped afterwards, the mere thought of her choking still has the tiny hairs on the back of erin’s neck rising. thanks to her daughter, the model has learned how to make her own morning routine last five minutes. drying her body with a towel, she puts on her favorite yellow sundress and fluffs up her curls. adorning her look with a dainty bracelet and a heart locket ( a valentine gift from axl ), she’s almost good to go. she puts a more or less decent makeup on and dolls herself up just as hope’s finishing her bottle. “good job, baby. we’re the best team. mommy and baby rock. we are awesome!” chuckling, she can’t believe that everything’s going so smoothly this morning — god is definitely helping her out.

she picks the car seat with her baby up and slips her sandals on, grabbing the diaper bag, the bunny and the keys to axl’s car on her way to the front door. the redhead wouldn’t be very delighted to know that she’s left without having breakfast herself — it’s a good thing he’s still asleep. glancing down to make sure that hope isn’t squished and feeling uncomfortable, erin gently strokes her tiny feet. toes curling, a radiant grin graces her angelic features. it’s surreal to think that she and her childhood best friend really do have a baby together. a perfect baby. the most perfect baby in the world. she can’t help but marvel at their daughter some more, make goofy faces just to hear her giggle as she’s carrying her toward the staircase to take her outside of their apartment building. it makes her wonder how they could ever be so ungrateful and selfish to turn their backs on god, complain and feel like her pregnancy was a curse not a blessing, makes her want to slap her younger self now. god is the only reason they are a family. she can’t imagine her life without hope, just like she can’t imagine it without axl. today would be a sad day if she wasn’t here with them. she is the only reason why they’re celebrating after all.

pushing the heavy door open, she’s greeted by a wave of heat and an oddly pleasant breeze that blows through her curls and smacks her cheeks. the world around her is so beautiful — the sky painted the deepest shade of blue, tiny clouds sailing across it, all the trees and flowers and butterflies are enough to turn her smile into a pearly white grin. opening the backseat to axl’s car, erin makes sure to secure the car seat in place and buckle her baby up. “will you be a sweet angel and play with mister bunny while mommy drives? please, be a good baby today. for daddy, okay?” she puts the diaper bag on the floor and gives hope her dad’s old toy to hold onto before placing a kiss on her forehead. she wonders whether she should cover her bare leggies with a blanket but decides against it. she definitely doesn’t want to overheat her baby. it’s hot enough in this car. taking her pacifier out, erin slips it in between her daughter’s plump lips to distract her in case they get stuck in morning traffic. she doesn’t forget to roll the window down just a bit because there’s no ac and they will just fry otherwise. she closes the door and circles around the car to climb into the driver’s seat. starting the car, she pulls her seat belt on as well and makes sure hope’s doing okay before backing out of the parking space. turning the radio on as for some reason music always soothes their baby, erin isn’t even surprised to find out that axl’s favorite u2 cassette is still in. the unforgettable fire album might not be very suitable for a not even one year old yet but it’s still better than anything led zeppelin. she has no doubts — their daughter will love rock n’ roll just as much as her dada does.

making it to the mall after a very peaceful ride, erin smoothly parks the car and climbs out to get hope. usually being on the road, the gentle rocking back and forth, the hum of the engine are enough to lull her baby to sleep but not this time. this time, she’s still wide awake and contently squishing her bunny’s legs with her chubby hands. “we’ve made it and you’ve been such a sweet little angel. mommy’s so proud of you.” rubbing her belly, erin picks up the car seat and throws the diaper bag over her shoulder before shutting the door with her foot. the little girl is squealing, clapping her hands and babbling around her paci as she’s being carried inside. hypnotized by all the lights and strange faces, she’s not fussing around and rather taking everything in. with brilliant grins on their faces, they walk into axl’s favorite record store first. it really must be erin’s lucky day because it turns out that one of their old friends, john, is working today. he’s sweet enough to have a small conversation with her and even compliment her looks and hope’s outfit, ask about their lives and axl’s band. erin eagerly answers all of his questions, asks some of her own, happy to learn that their mutual friend has been doing great. he helps her pick two vinyls ( one of elton’s and van halen’s newest album ) that aren’t in her husband’s collection yet, a few band pins that he can put on his denim jacket and an ac/dc t-shirt that will look beautiful on him.

“your daddy’s going to love all these things. you have such a great taste, little lady,” john muses, fascinated by this tiny creature and how her features resemble his friend’s. even when she laughs, her cheeks dimple just like his. it’s wild. he doesn’t want to take any money from erin but after her endless pleading and nagging, he has no other choice. he makes her pay only half of the price and accepts the invitation to dinner next sunday. collecting the bag, the brunette gives their friend a smile and thanks him for helping her out, and entertaining hope.

the list of the places they have to visit isn’t short but as long as hope’s content, erin doesn’t mind carrying her around. even though she regrets not taking the stroller. her skinny arms are definitely going to ache by the time they make it back home.

after the record store, they head towards the one with all kinds of home goods. she finds a beautiful album ( where she’ll later put pictures with axl and hope, add cute captions ) and decides to buy it. picking a few cards, she lets her daughter grab the one she likes best — which turns out to be the heart-shaped one. “good job. it’s my favorite, too. daddy will love it so much. he’s going to give you a big kiss.” definitely more than one big kiss. erin’s heart begins to race at the mere thought of axl’s reaction when he sees these things. he probably doesn’t expect anything. there’s even a corner in this store where people can decorate the cards as they please, with colorful markers and glitter and stickers and the curly-haired girl doesn’t hesitate to go there. sitting down on a chair, she unbuckles her daughter and puts her on her lap. she can’t hold a crayon yet but with a little help from her mom, they create a beautiful drawing of their little family — they even include mister bunny as he is without a doubt a very important member. taking a purple sharpie, erin carefully writes in beautiful cursive:

happy first father’s day, dada!! i can’t speak yet and mommy has to help me pour my thoughts onto paper so it’s a good thing that we both agree — you are the best daddy ever!!! and we LOVE you so so so much!!! thank you for singing me my favorite songs even when you’re tired and for telling me all these awesome stories about princesses and lions and puppies before bed. thank you for changing my stinky diapers without puking and never complaining even when you sometimes struggle. thank you for letting me sleep on your chest ( as we all know that it’s my favorite pillow ) and for always rubbing and kissing my belly when it hurts. i know that you sometimes doubt yourself and think you’re failing me but mom and i STRONGLY disagree — you’ll always be the best in our eyes. i’ll one day tell you just how much i love you but for now you have to trust mom and the sloppy kisses i shower you with on that! i don’t drool on just anybody, okay? LOVE YOU, HOPE aka your little rose petal.

bouncing the baby on her knee, erin puts the sharpie down and kisses her daughter’s cheek. she wraps her arms around her and gives her little body a gentle squeeze. “do you like it? what do you think about it? i love it, you know? i think it’s perfect. we did a great job on that.” chuckling, erin carefully lowers her daughter into her car seat and straps her in. picking up all the bags and making sure nothing gets left behind, she pays for the card and the album and leaves the store. they go to the donut shop next. she gets him a dozen of them, knowing how much he loves them and how rarely he spoils himself with something sweet. the strawberry iced with sprinkles, the glazed chocolate filled, the glazed blueberry, the chocolate iced raspberry filled — she makes sure to get a few of each of the ones her husband likes best. and finally last but not least, they find their way to target. they get him a bunch of chocolates, a pack of gummy bears and a mug with BEST DADDY written across it in bold letters ( only because as they’re passing by, their daughter reaches her little hand out and it seemes to erin that she’s pointing at this one mug, as if she knew ). it might be cheesy but she hopes that he’s going to like it.

by the time they make it back home, it’s already noon and erin’s delighted to find out that axl’s slowly beginning to wake up. she quickly puts the box with donuts on the coffee table and packs all the gifts into one decorative bag that she then places beside the couch. scooping hope up into her arms, she makes sure her outfit isn’t stained and she doesn’t need her diaper changed before approaching the redhead. grinning from ear to ear, she kneels to be on the same level with his cheek before kissing it. “wakey, wakey, axy baxxy. do you know what day it is? because hope does and she has something very, very important to say to you.” chirping cheerfully, erin places their daughter on top of his chest and lets her happily clasp his cheeks in her small hands. she’s so delighted to be reunited with her dad that she starts babbling and giggling at the same time. the pink pacifier falling out of her mouth, accidentally smacking axl’s chin. “happy daddy’s day! happy dada’s day!” since he’s definitely more than just a father, he’s a DADA. “you’re the best daddy in the world.” erin can’t imagine raising a child with anyone else. only axl. it’s always been axl and it will always be axl. he’s the only person she’s ever loved and who’s ever loved her unconditionally. she will fight for him and for their family because even though it’s not always easy — it’s worth it. “and i’ve finally made up my mind. i’m not going to new york. not without you and hope. i’ll find something in los angeles. i don’t want to leave you and our baby. i love you.”

// @thornrosed

#thornrosed #childhood verse.#happy fathers day to axy!#in this reality he will get to celebrate it so many times!#with a bunch of babies! as many babies as he only wants to have in his rose garden!#this was inspired by the drabble you wrote last year about erin leaving for new york and stuff :')) the gorgeous masterpiece that made me #melt like crazy <3 #this time its set in 1986 with hope and i think its kind of cute :')) hope you like it too!#bless tumbla for not word limit lol #i got carried away #wanted to spoil our fav dad <3 #sorreh for da sad parts but yay bc happy ending!!#our !! babies !! deserve !! to !! be !! happy !!#drabble.#edits.#and this baby in the aesthetic thing isnt our hope fc but i thought her eyes were really green and looked pretty cool with this filter so <3 #ENJOY !! LUV U !!

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