#so warm n sweet.. he really does sound like a disney prince!!

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this is my eren/gojo btw

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— what they would be like as disney princes

ೃ pairings: (izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, and eijiro kirishima x fem! reader)

ೃ  tags: headcanons, disney au!

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Eijiro Kirishima –  as Li Shang from Mulan

-        *Mulan voice* Eijiro? Eijiro? Eijiroooo

-        Eijiro Kirishima is the handsome son of the Army General and it’s very obvious that everyone swoons for him. Yes, everyone in the army.

-        He’s manly, brave, sweet, caring, and responsible. What more can a soldier ask for?

-        “LET’S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS! TO DEFEAT THE VILLAINS!” (ok that sounded better in my head)

-        during the “I make a man out of you” sequence, kirishima uses his hardening quirk to not only hype up his warriors but also for that extra effect. He’s just bad-ass and hot like that.

-        Eijiro wakes up at 5 am to train and work out. And yes, he does that shirtless. It helps him move a lot more and of course, it’s pleasing to the eyes.

-        H I S T O N E D M U S C L E S. that’s it. That’s the headcanon.

-        He needs that daily grind after all !

-        You swear you could hear the other soldiers sigh dreamily every time they catch him work out.

-        Whenever he praises his fellow comrades, he smiles a very cheeky smile, his shark teeth cutely popping out and it’s just so endearing and charming.

-        After being ridiculed and belittled by your fellow comrades for being physically weak, you wanted to prove them that they were wrong. You continue to stay determined as you decided to create your training regime that consisted of waking up at 5 am in the morning to train too (and this was prior to knowing that kirishima would wake up at the same time to work out too. Oooh~ what a coincidence.)

-        “(Y/N)! You like him? Helloooooo!? Him and I even share the same hair color! He ain’t worth it!”

-        “Mushu, please. You are a discount version of him. Now, I’m going to go and train now.”

-        You leave your tent at exactly 5 am, and as you began to stretch and do warm-ups outside, the biggest tent across yours suddenly opens up too, revealing General Eijiro Kirishima… in his shirtless getup.

-        “A-ah! Good Morning General Kirishima!” You stand up straight, shifting your weight to the right leg and bending your left, bowing to him.

-        He nods at you, shooting you a small smile. “You’re up early. Early for a new recruit! Do you plan to train?”

-        “Y-yes! I will be using the pole and training weights sir!” You bow your head, as you remain standing straight.

-        He hands you over the weights. He refuses to give it to you, instead insists to tie it on your wrists and help you up the wooden pole.

-        General Kirishima holds you by the waist, making sure you don’t fall and you’re positioned correctly onto the pole. “Alright. You’re positioned in the right way now, you may proceed.”

-        You continue to hold onto it, lowkey about to bang your head on the wooden pole as you were about to die of embarrassment.

-        “(Y/N), he’s just being nice and just treats you like any other soldier under his command. Don’t expect too much!” Mushu whispers from your side, as soon as general kiri steps back and was not within earshot of the two of you.

-        “I don’t have my hopes up at all, Mushu. I’m not expecting anything.” You sigh, trying to reassure yourself as you began climbing up. The weights pull you down, but you must persevere.

-        “You can do this, (L/N)!”

-        “(L/N)!?” You squeak, losing your focus, slipping down the pole and back to square one. You were a fumbling mESS

-        “woah woah woah. Is everything alright?” he was about to hold onto your waist again, making sure you don’t fall off or fall down. You collect yourself before becoming too flustered to answer.

-        “Y-yes General Kirishima! I’m fine!”

-        When your gender had finally been revealed after the battle against the villains, Kirishima did not feel betrayed albeit just disappointed that you had to hide that fact for far too long and wasn’t being open to him when the two of you became much closer

-        He’s been in love with you ever since the beginning.

-        He’s always admired your passion and your drive. However, due to him being the general, he wasn’t so sure to approach you without being biased. 

-        “You don’t find a girl like that in every hero’s journey.”

Katsuki Bakugo – as The Beast

-        Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a blonde young prince lived in a     shining castle.  Although he had everything his heart desired and his quirk was one of the most powerful many have seen, the prince was belligerent, selfish, and unkind.  But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. 

-       Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.  The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love and no humbleness in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.    

-        We’ve been known, the B in bakugo stands for beast (insert lenny face for a certain implication)

-        Essentially, Bakugo had two quirks at once. Not only was he now a beast, (a physical quirk) but he also has his explosion quirk.

-        He’d pretty much look the same as the beast from the Disney movie, however there’s some blonde highlights in his fur and he’s much more aggressive and intimidating to look at. His fangs more emphasized and he has a much softer appearance; like that of a huge pomeraninan.

-        Ok…. no thoughts head empty just thinking about katsuki having an even huskier voice now that he’s transformed into a beast.

Katsuki Bakugo, who was ashamed of his newly transformed monstrous appearance, shut himself in his castle, The rose the old woman had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year.  If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken.  If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.  As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love an explosive beast?

-        Significant members of Katsuki’s posse who were turned into magical items were Eijiro Kirishima, his castle maître d' whom had turned into a candelabra, his annoying majordomo, Tenya Ilda became a pendulum clock, the head housekeeper, Ochaco Uraraka had turned into an enchanted teapot, the vice-head housekeeper, Denki Kaminari had become a little tea cup, Mina Ashido, the lady-in-waiting became an enchanted wardrobe, and lastly, Hanta Sero, the Castle’s Valet and Chaffeur, became a coat rack.

-        All of Katsuki’s servants try their very best to make their prince change his ways, however, to no avail, their efforts have been fruitless. They were about to lose hope as Bakugo was about turn 21, which meant the rose would no longer bloom until… you came.

-        Gran Torino, your grandfather, had gotten lost in the woods and ended up finding Bakugo’s castle to seek shelter, not knowing he had been trespassing all along. After Katsuki finds him, he throws him to the castle dungeon.

-        You were the spirited, headstrong and bookish “beauty” of the town, however only being admired for your looks and not for your intelligence. You really had enough of this village and wanted to get out of here asap but after your grandfather had told you to wait just a little bit more, even though you frankly had enough of Monoma, the ~most handsome~ yet the biggest jerk in town constantly asking for your hand in marriage.

-        The disappearance of your grandfather had prompted for you to search for him, leading you too, to the beast’s castle.

-        Once you get there, you are to be greeted by Bakugo in his very beastly form, terrifying you. However, you stood your ground, asking for your grandfather. Gran Torino is set free under the condition of you having to stay in the castle instead.

-        At your first night, you refuse to join him for dinner enraging him.

-        “Where is she?” Bakugo grits his teeth, growling at Ilda.

-        “Aha- Well- You see… she’s not coming.” Ilda mutters nervously, his clock hands waving in weird chopping gestures.

-        “WHAT!?” Bakugo’s voice echoes around the dining hall, He leaps out of the room, busting the doors open, whilst Kirishima, Ilda, and Ochaco follow suit.

-        He bangs the door, “OI OI OI I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO COME DOWN FOR DINNER?”

-        “I’m not hungry.” You reply softly.

-        “ HAH? YOU COME OUT OR I’LL BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!”

-        “Master Bakugo… I could be wrong, but that may not be the way to win a girl’s affection.” Kirishima speaks in a hushed whisper, grimacing.

-        “Please attempt to be a gentleman.” Ilda says slowly and matter of factly.

-        Bakugo grits his teeth, scrunching his eyebrows, pointing to the door. “But she’s being… SO DIFFICULT!” he turns to the door, as if wanting you to hear what he was saying.

-        “Gently… Gently…” Ochaco repeats, trying to calm the prince down.

-        Bakugo rolls his eyes and repeats his words more softly this time, “Oi… will you come down for dinner?”

-        “No.”

-        He turns to his servants once again, pointing to the door, his mouth forming into a pout.

-        “O- It would be my greateest pleasure if you would join me for dinner.” He could barely muster out the words. “Please?”

-        “No, thank you!”

-        “YOU CAN’T STAY THERE FOREVER!” He barks, “THEN GO AHEAD AND STARVE!” He storms out of the hall, running his way to his castle wing.

-        After you were saved by the beast from the wolves, you tend to his wounds. Bakugo was rather… stubborn and didn’t want you to touch it or even press hot compress onto it.

-        He continues to growl lowly, still seething from the pain, attempting to lick it just like any other canine would do.

-        “Don’t do that.” You try to stop him from doing so, he growls at you, moving his wounded arm away from you. The castle servants watch in fear, taking a few steps back.

-        “Just hold still.”

-        “GRRR! THAT HURTS!”

-        “If you hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much!”

-        “IF YOU HADN’T RAN AWAY THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED!”

-        “If you didn’t scare me, then I wouldn’t have run away!”

-        “PHAH! WELL YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE GONE TO THE WEST WING!”

-        “Well, you should learn how to control your temper!”

-        He was about to protest, until he couldn’t think of anymore good comebacks, he stops. he pouts and rests his head on his hand as a sign of defeat.

-        After that night, the two of you had finally warmed up to each other. Wanting to surprise you and at the suggestion of Kirishima and Ilda, Bakugo had finally given you the chance to explore the west wing. Surprising you by leading to you the castle’s huge and well-kept library. A place where he seeks solace and peace.

-        You never expected him to be someone so aggressive yet be so interested in reading and of other mediums of knowledge. You had a lot in common and a feeling was blossoming between the two of you. In turn, you help him act more like a gentleman.

-        You continue to spend time with him, not knowing that you were slowly but surely falling.

-        “There’s something sweet and almost kind, but he was mean, coarse and unrefined. And now he’s dear, and I’m unsure, I wonder why I didn’t see it there before?”

-        As much as bakugo denies that he isn’t in love with you, he’s actually always had. He had just feared that you would never love him in return.

-        With the help of the fashionista turned enchanted closet that is Mina, she brings out a beautiful golden ballgown hemmed with golden roses, with off the shoulder sleeves and golden gloves to complete the look. You tie some of your hair into a neat bun, with the majority trails down your neck in a beautiful and flowing motion.

-        Bakugo on the other hand, was dressed in such a refined and handsome way. He wore a golden vest over a white dress shirt with a white kerchief. And, to complete the look, his very trusting stylists, Kirishima and Kaminari styled him in black pants.

-        As you dance the night away, the chandelier adorned with sparkling crystals hanging above you, the mural in the ceiling looking ever so heavenly, and calming waltz music to accompany you… it was a dream come true.

-        You nestle your head onto Bakugo’s shoulder, the latter looking a bit surprised yet his mouth forming into a small smile as he continues to guide you by hold your hand, twirling you around and just dancing with you. No other peering or judgemental eyes to stop the two of you from doing so.

-        Did I mention that he was an amazing dancer? Perks of being a prince I guess, but it’s also one of his natural talents.

-        Bakugo lets you go back to your grandfather that same night, watching you leave with your horse on the balcony.

-        He loves you, so he has to let you go.

-        Monoma and the village people ambush the castle to kill the beast, the castle servants trying their best to keep them at bay and the ever so arrogant village hunter climbing his way to Bakugo, you rush to the scene, and as soon as Bakugo sees you, he regains his strength and sends Monoma falling down a pit.

-        Bakugo was able to go back to his quarters with you helping him down, taking one last look at you.

-        He smiles half-heartedly, still trying to catch his breath. “You came back…”

-        “Of course, I came back.” You fight the tears trying to form in your eyes, hugging him tightly and trying to comfort him in his last moments. “If only I’ve gotten here sooner.”

-        “I-it’s better this way.”

-        “We’re together now! Everything’s going to be fine…”

-        “At least, I got to see you one last time.”

-        “P-please… Don’t leave me… I love you.”

-        As the last rose petal was about to fall, Bakugo is knocked out and is slowly succumbing to his wounds. It is through your genuine care and love for him, along with his change of heart and new resolve (albeit still retaining most of his temperamental and pompous personality, he is able to keep it in check) he transforms back into a human.

-        Along with all those who lived in the castle turning back into human, the castle retaining it’s original bright and vibrant colors and atmosphere, you and Bakugo live your very own happily ever after.

Izuku Midoriya  –  as Hercules from Hercules

-        A babie Izuku had been sent down from godlihood to live as a mortal, as his parents, All Might, the God of Thunder, and Inko, the Goddess of Marriage had wanted to protect him from AFO, the God of the Underworld, who will take over Mount Olympus if Izuku does not take him down according to a prophecy.

-        He grows up as a simpleton, the adopted son of both farmers, dreaming to make it big out there, with very ambitious and pure dreams of becoming a hero.

-        But after, being belittled by his very own peers for not looking the part as he couldn’t control his gifted super strength, scrawny, timid, too pure for this world and quite weakhearted, Izuku wanted to prove to them that he will become a hero in the future.

-        “Sometimes… I feel like, I really don’t belong here. Like I’m supposed to be someplace else…” Izuku confesses sincerely, his adoptive father looking at him in worry as he did not want to stop the young boy from learning who he actually was and all the potential he has.

-        “If you found me then… where did I come from? Why was I left here?”

-        His adoptive parents hand him over a golden medal with a thunder and lightning symbol that was said to be hanging around his neck when they found him. This was his answer that raised more questions.

-        He embarks on his journey to find one of the temples of All Might, as this was the only thing the symbol on the medal could allude to.

-        Okay but go the distance fits Izuku so well! A pure and hopeful young boy seeking to make a difference in this world and just wanting to become a hero by the most wholesome means.

-  “I have often dreamed of a far off place, Where a hero's welcome would be waiting for me. Where the crowds would cheer, when they see my face, and a voice keeps saying this is where I'm meant to be…”

-        just imagining izuku’s boyish voice singing this is just aaaaaaa

-        He eventually finds one of the temples, learning that all along, he was the son of the legendary God. All Might tells him he must prove his worth and earn back his godhood by becoming a true hero.

-        His father tells him to go search for Shota Aizawa, the famed instructor who has taught many great heroes in his time. Gifting Izuku a Pegasus, he embarks on another journey again to find the man, so that he may be trained.

-        When he arrives at the home of Aizawa, the teacher had retired as none of his heroes have ever earned a constellation in the sky, prompting him to expel them.

-        Izuku however, explained to his soon-to-be teacher that he wasn’t like the others, and… he proved true.

-        Although Aizawa was hesitant at first, he liked the kid’s determination and sheer will, so he began to train him.

-        Maybe, he could make a difference.

-        After his training and after undergoing an amazing transformation, Izuku was finally ready to start his way to achieving Godhood and becoming a true hero.

-        On the way to a nearby city, Izuku encounters you, a totally not damsel in distress and totally not a pawn of AFO, being tormented by a minotaur.

-        Izuku saves you and you couldn’t help but notice how pure and how gentle he was. You thank him albeit with a tint of sarcasm, hoping the two of you would meet again as you venture deeper into the forest to go and meet with AFO, whom you made a deal with in order to bring back your lost lover from the dead- only for them to leave you soon after.

-        You were once a very soft and romantic person. So open to giving love to others and never shying away from any form of affection. However…

-        After that terrible experience, you developed a cynical outlook. Not taking slack from anybody, always keeping your distance, barely interacting with others and showing no interest in forming any genuine relationships with others ever since.

-        Izuku reminded you that there was still some good in this world.

-        His genuine innocence, his boyish yet handsome looks, his pure determination to save others and his charismatic wit just swept you off of your feat.

-        However, you still had to keep your distance. You just weren’t ready to trust anyone again after that what had happened.

-        Izuku finally reaches his destination, defeating a Hydra using both of his wits and his strength, as he becomes a celebrated hero around the city of Musustafu.

-        Since then, he jumped from city to city, striking down every otherworldly monster that AFO had created to try and defeat him, and making him somewhat of a celebrity.

-        Izuku, however, remained humble. Knowing full well that the fame he had gained was not needed in order to become a hero.

-        In fact, it was what could become a hero’s biggest downfall.

-        Whilst chilling around in a huge museum dedicated to Izuku’s efforts, you pay him a visit and the pure and wholesome boy, clearly enthralled by you since the beginning, became very flustered at the sight of seeing you.

-        You start playing with your words, flirtatiously manipulating him to get him to go on a date with you.

-        “(Y/N) by the gods, he’s so pure why would you do this?” you thought. “what did he do to deserve this from me?” yet, you were bound by a contract with the god of the underworld, so it’s not like you have any choice right?

-        You go on a date with him, and end up falling reeeeeeal hard.

-        The two of you end your date in a romantic park, filled with conveniently placed statues of couples and a statue of Izuku, in the middle, near the fountain for you to fawn over whilst singing one of the best Disney songs ever to.

-        Aizawa hastens him to leave as they still have training to do, but he doesn’t leave until he picks a white flower from a tree, giving it to you, and planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

-        Midoriya hops on his Pegasus and they flutter away as you continue to watch his figure travel farther and farther away from you.

-        You observe and play with the white rose on your hand, sighing dreamily, until you snap back into your senses and think about the matter at hand.

-        “Ugh… what’s the matter with me? You’d think a girl would learn.”

-        *Cue Music and the Muses known as Ochaco, Tsuyu, Momo, Mina and Jirou)

-        “Who d'you think you're kidding~ He's the earth and heaven to you. Try to keep it hidden, Honey we can see right through you. Girl you can't conceal it We know how you're feeling... who you thinking of~”

-        The muses continue the musical number, yet in your heart you just need to deny these new and fuzzy emotions you were feeling for Izuku.

-        “No chance no way I won't say it, no no. (You swoon you sigh why deny it oh oh) It's too cliche I won't say I'm in loveeee…”

-        After all the ordeals Izuku had to go through to save you, (literally jumping into the river styx to recover your soul) his willingness to sacrifice himself for you was the final key needed to ascend to Godhood, and so that he may join his parents and the other gods in Mount Olympus once more.

-        However, this would come at a cost, if he were to go back to Mount Olympus, that would mean he wouldn’t see you ever again, instead only being able to watch over you from up and above.

-        And so, he chooses to remain on Earth with you, and even without his godly status, he could remain as the striking and true hero he is.

-        The two of you watch the night sky as All Might forms a constellation on the sky just for Izuku. Not only making Aizawa also proud, but also as a sign that Izuku himself- (and your love) was worth seeing in the stars.

Shoto Todoroki – as Flynn Rider from Tangled

-        Ok this is a bit of a stretch and I KNOW IT IS

-        Fantasy au Shoto has a white horse, and Flynn rider befriends a white horse that hates him. that’s the closest similarity these two have.

-        Flynn rider is my favorite unofficial Disney prince, and shoto is my favorite mha boy so let’s just roll with this!!

-        Shoto Todoroki was a lost prince turned thief, and after he rebelled from his controlling and manipulative father, His only way of escape was if he turned to a life of thievery, hiding his identity and straying away from his mantle as the Prince of the Todoroki Family.

-        He was very rebellious and mischievous, yet was also stern and rather monotone at times. He would crack jokes, but they would fall flat most of time and despite being absolutely handsome and looking very charismatic and charming on the outside, he wasn’t the best at picking up any gestures or flirtatious remarks said to him.

-        He approached some thieves before and very innocently asked them how to live the life of a rogue, the bandits laughed at him but were nice enough to give him tips. The first advice they told Shoto was to take up a moniker. So that he wouldn’t be easily discovered or found by security officials. They jokingly called him The Half-Hot and Half Cold prince, because of his looks and his quirk.

-        Not knowing that he was an actual prince. A wayward prince to be specific.

-        Shoto didn’t care enough so he used the nickname given to them and went on his way to a different castle.

-        After abandoning his kingdom, he chooses to live freely by his own means, and making the most of his time as a free man and not as a prince. You only live once after all.

-        He then leaves for the Kingdom of Corona, being forced to create a trio with very unfriendly bandits, Sato and Koda. Their mission was to steal the crown on the eve of your birthday and hope to sell it for an absolutely impossible price.

-        After they successfully infiltrate the palace and steal the crown jewel, Shoto stacks the prized possession into his satchel, betraying Koda and Sato, using them as a scapegoat, and making his way to a nearby forest settlement where he may hide and then move on to the next kingdom.

-        However, he underestimated the castle guards as they were able to find traces of him. Shoto, not wanting to back down from a fight, uses his ice quirk to prevent the guards from following him in any further into the forest. (He refuses to use his fire quirk due to its relation to his father)

-        Knowing that it wouldn’t take long before the castle guards would find him again, he had to go somewhere and hide first.

-        He then sees an obscure and weirdly placed tower in the middle of the forest, thinking that he may take refuge there. And so, Shoto uses his ice quirk once more to elevate himself onto the only open window of the tower.

-        He was about to start adjusting to his new surroundings as he steps foot inside, until…

-        BANG!

-        The last thing he heard was the sound of a clanging frying pan.

-        Unbeknownst to him, he was hit on the head by said frying pan.

-        Shoto wakes up to see that he was tied to a chair and his precious satchel gone by his side. He observes his surroundings to see that he was not tied by a rope, but instead tied using someone’s long and luscious hair. Hair so long that it was scattered all around the room.

-        “Is this… hair?”

-        You appear from the darkness, a very smug look spread upon your face, gripping the frying pan tightly.

-        You were the lost princess of the kingdom of Corona. You were kidnapped by Mother Midnight, and she raised you as your own, keeping you locked in the tower so that she can use the regeneration powers coming from your hair to make herself younger.

-        Each year, the king and the queen release lanterns in the sky on your birthday, hoping for your safe return.

-        It was too much of a coincidence. You know in your heart that the lanterns are meant for you. Yet, Mother Midnight constantly forbids and refuses you from leaving the tower.

-        “Who are you? And how did you find me?” You grit your teeth, interrogating him, your frying pan ready to hit on him if he dares to make a move.

-        Tsuyu, your pet chameleon and best friend was watching the half-and-half man intently.

-        “I’m the Half Hot- Half Cold Prince.” He says simply, barely moving and showing any emotion. You stare back at him, puzzled. What the heck was wrong with this guy?

-        “I mean, your actual name.” You repeat yourself as you slowly continue to approach him.

-        “Oh. I’m Shoto. Shoto Todoroki.” He says plainly once again. “Can I have my satchel back please?”

-        “Nope.” You reply, popping the p. “Why are you even here for the first place? Is it for my hair!?”

-        “He tilts his head in confusion, “Of course not. I was being chased and saw this tower, so I used my quirk and got up here. Now, may I please have my satchel back?”

-        “Hmm… if you say you’re from the outside then… I need you to take me to the lights.” You climb up your room balcony, pulling the curtain away to reveal the beautiful mural you made in dedication to the lanterns that are released from the kingdom every year during your birthday. “Then, I’ll give you your satchel.”

-        He looks at the mural in awe for a moment then breathes a hefty sigh, “Alright. We have a deal.”

-        You untie him from your hair. He stands up quickly and was about to descend down the tower. “I can use my quirk to bring us down-“

-        “Nah.” You hold up your hand in front of him, throwing your hair down and using it as a swing as you glide down with grace.

-        Your eyes meet the grass and you take a deep breath before you take your first step on it and then…

-        “My life will finally begin.” You take in your surroundings, feeling overwhelming happiness about to burst inside you.

-        Shoto catches up to you, using his quirk to slide down the tower. He crosses his arms, at the sight of seeing you jumping around like a little chipmunk who has not seen any land, a contempt look plastered upon his face, just wanting to get this job done and head on to the next kingdom he could go to.

-        “THIS IS AMAZING!” You watch him resting by the tree, leaning on it. You kick a pile of leaves to get his attention as you twirl around in your place, still taking in all these wonderful sights.

-        “Look. We have to get to the kingdom grounds as soon as possible or else-“

-        “It’s (Y/N).”

-        “Excuse me?”

-        “I’m (Y/N). I just remembered that I didn’t tell you that a while ago. Sorry!” You smile cheekily at him and because of how adorable you looked; he gave you a pass.

-        “Alright. Let’s go then, (Y/N).

-        Your adventure was absolutely chaotic. From entering a tavern full of scary bandits, for them to actually be softies all this time who were willing to help you see the lights. When the castle guards track down Shoto in the tavern, the bandits help you escape through a hidden passage, but find yourselves stuck in a flooding cave.

-        Thinking that this was the end of both of your adventures and your lives, Shoto reveals to you that he was the missing prince of the Endeavor Kingdom and you also reveal to him that your hair glows when you sing.

-        Bingo.

-        Flower gleam and glow… Let your powers shine… Make the clock reverse… Bring back what once was mine.” You sang softly, your hair began to emanate a glowing light, as it served as a guide to get you out of the cave.

-        Shoto’s hand was injured due to the very rough and dangerous properties inside of the cave and so, you heal him with the powers of your hair.

-        Once again, repeating the s­ong he had wanted to hear escape from your lips once more, your hair begins to glow as the wound on his palm was no more.

-        He looks at you in awe. Noticing details about you that he hasn’t noticed before. How your eyes twinkled differently, like a star from a night sky. Your smile always radiating sunshine, and your aura emanating nothing but warmth and comfort.

-        He was in love with you.

-        How long did it take for him to realize that?

-        “Are we almost there?” You wave your hand in front of his face and he snaps back into reality. “Ah yes. We’ll be in the village where the festivities will take place.”

-        “THERE ARE FESTIVITIES!?”

-        You reach the kingdom the morning after and began to partake in the festivities. All that Shoto could do was watch and admire you from afar as you danced and make merry with the townsfolk; not until you pulled him into the middle of the dance.

-        He was awkward and wasn’t so used to having all this attention around him ever since he left his royal life, but you guide him well in the dance floor, getting lost in the moment, the two of you gaze at each other’s eyes, and the cheers of the townspeople unfortunately snapping you out of the moment.

-        That night, the king and the queen, along with all of the townsfolk, flock to their boats for the annual cruise and lantern releasing.

-        To surprise you, Shoto was able to snatch and rent a boat. The two of you board on it that night, and Shoto rows all the way to the middle of the lake and get a clear view of the ethereal spectacle that was about to take place.

-        The first lantern, released by the king and queen, floats solely by itself. You rush to the other side of the boat, the boat rocking furiously due to the excitement. Your handsome companion on the other hand, was trying to keep the boat into place.

-        You hold on to the edge of the boat as other lanterns follow suit. The huge boats around you were releasing their lanterns too.

-        You look up at the sky, watching the lamps color the night. It was such a beautiful moment. Watching these floating lights reminds you of a comfort and inexplicable feeling from within. There was something about the light emanating from these paper lanterns, some of them bumping into each other, creating unique shadows, like that of shooting stars who were about to ascend back into the night sky.

-        Lanterns continue to light up the night sky, as if they were like bright dreams. Lighting everyone’s resolve and everyone’s hearts.

-       “All those days watching from the windows, All those years outside looking in. All that time never even knowing, just how blind I've been. Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight, Now I'm here, suddenly I see. Standing here, it's all so clear, I'm where I'm meant to be. And at last I see the light. And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light. And it's like the sky is new, And it's warm and real and bright, And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything looks different… Now that I see you.”

-        After you felt too immersed into the beauty of the lights, you turn back to Shoto who was holding on to two lanterns that the two of you could release. A loving smile present on his face.

-        You smile back at him, and the both of you release it into the sky.

-        “All those days chasing down a daydream… All those years living in a blur… All that time never truly seeing things, the way they were.”

-        The two of you look up to see the floating lights arise and you were immersed once again. Shoto fixes his gaze on you, admiring your beauty and your enthusiasm to see the lights you’ve always dreamed of seeing. He could do nothing but smile at you, as he’s truly fallen in love. He really has. His heart thumping loudly at the presence and the warmth that you’ve given him. Something that he had been seeking for so long.

-        Now she's here shining in the starlight, Now she's here suddenly I know.”

-        You continue look up. A lantern engraved with a sun symbol approaches your boat, and you point at it, pushing it up at the sky.

-        “If she's here, it's crystal clear… I'm where I'm meant to go.”

-        Shoto knew this was his only chance. His smile turning into that of a frown, as thoughts of not seeing you again came across his mind. He grabs your hand, touching it softly. You perk up a little bit at this gesture, but you smile back at him. Your eyes glimmering love and warmth once again.

-        You hold both of his hands, grasping it firmly yet tenderly. The two of you gaze at each other’s eyes again, this time no one were to interrupt. This moment would just be between the two of you.

-        You notice how beautiful Shoto’s heterochromatic eyes were from up close, the love shown in his eyes could only be for you and you feel your heart racing at that thought.

-         And at last I see the light, And it's like the sky is new. And it's warm and real and bright, And the world has somehow shifted… All at once everything is different… Now that I see you.”

[pascalpanic]

If it’s not already taken, could I request “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.” with Marcus Pike? This man deserves someone who says it first, who loves him equally 🥺💕

Perfect (Marcus Pike x Reader)

Summary: you want the first time you say “I love you” to Marcus to be perfect.

W/C: 1k

Warnings: language, mentions of sexual stuff

A/N: You’re so correct, my dear. Marcus deserves it. And he’s gonna get it!

Marcus Pike is the sweetest man you’ve ever met, and that’s not an exaggeration. The man is so soft and kind, the perfect gentleman. He drapes his coat over your shoulders when you’re cold, he brings you soup when you fall ill, he kisses your forehead and compliments you when you fall asleep on his lap during a movie night.

It’s really not a surprise when you realize you’ve fallen in love with him.

He’s everything you’ve ever wanted, the Prince Charming you dreamed about as a child. He’s kind and caring and so handsome you can hardly stand it. Clean shaven or scruffy, he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. You’ve admitted, though, that you secretly adore the scruff. It suits him. He’s polite and sweet and a fantastic kisser and an even better lover.

The post-sex glow is always wonderful with Marcus. He takes such good care of you during and after, praising you endlessly, telling you how perfect you look under him, how good you feel around him. After, he kisses your warm skin, mumbling how beautiful you are, how much you mean to him.

He means the world to you, you realize. You’d move anywhere he asked you to. You’d give your life for him. Doesn’t that mean you love him? Yes, you realize, it does. You’re in love with Marcus Pike, with the soft-hearted FBI agent who loves and loves and never expects anything in return.

As a man who has been burned so many times, it’s no wonder he has taken so long to say he loves you. He’s always been the one who takes the lead in your relationship first. He asked you out, initiated the first kiss, all of it.

So you’re giving Marcus a break, and you want to do it first. You want to give him exactly what he’s given you, the freedom to be the one who responds rather than leads. He deserves it.

-

The phone rings on Teresa’s desk. “Lisbon.”

“Hi Teresa, it’s me,” you say cheerfully. You know she and Marcus used to date, but they’re friends now.

“Hey, how are you?” She asks warmly.

“I’m alright. Hey, what time does Marcus get off tonight? Are you guys going to be working late?”

She thinks for a second. “No, should be around 5:30 tonight. Why?”

“Just… want to treat him to a nice night in. Don’t tell him that, okay?”

She chuckles and nods. “Alright. Sounds good. Have a good day.”

As soon as she hangs up, you leave your apartment and head for the subway, heading straight to Marcus’s apartment across the city.

-

Marcus walks in the door at 6:00. There’s a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen and he’s confused. He didn’t put something in the slow cooker today, did he?

His mind snaps into place as you jump out from around a corner, and he nearly screams. “Baby,” he laughs happily. “What are you doing here?” He asks, pulling you into his arms and catching his breath.

“I wanted to treat you to a nice night in.” You kiss him softly, smiling up at him. “You’ve been working your ass off lately. You deserve it.”

He’s grinning ear to ear as he kisses your head. “You’re too good to me, babe,” he tells you and lifts your chin up so he can kiss you once more. “What are you cooking?”

“Ratatouille,” you tell him with a wide smile. It’s one of your favorite movies to watch together, because Marcus is a Disney fanatic.

His eyes widen in excitement. “No way.”

You nod excitedly. “Yep. I’ve got it cooking. Why don’t you go change and we can start with some appetizers and wine?”

Marcus’s heart is in his eyes then and there. “You’re an angel. I’ll be right back,” he tells you, stealing one more kiss before heading to his bedroom.

You practice the words in the kitchen. “I love you, Marcus. Marcus, I love you. Marcus Pike, I-“

You’re cut off when he’s standing in the doorway, wearing a white t-shirt and sweatpants. “What’s going on?” He asks as he hears you talking to yourself.

Now’s the time. “Marcus… I- I love y-you,” you admit nervously, looking into his eyes with hope.

He’s taken aback to say the least. His brow furrows for a second but then he smiles. “Why are you so nervous?” He asks, taking you in his arms and kissing you softly. “Isn’t it clear I love you too?”

You look up at him with watering eyes. “I wanted to say I love you for the first time without stuttering, but that failed,” you chuckle miserably, looking down at the place where your chests are pressed together.

“Doesn’t matter. You said it, and I loved it,” he laughs softly. “I love you, baby.”

You look up and snuggle softly. “You’re just so perfect. I wanted to make this perfect, wanted to treat you.”

He’s smiling, his thumb stroking your cheek as his hand cups your face. “It is, honey. You’re cooking dinner for me and I’m here with you. How could it not be perfect when I have you?” He asks.

“Stop,” you laugh through your tears. “I wanted tonight to be about you. I wanted to care for you like you care for me.”

He pouts softly but he’s happy. “You’re so precious. I adore you,” he says and squeezes you to his chest, kissing the top of your head. “Perfect is too much pressure. Let’s just make it good, hm?” He asks as he lets go of you. “And we can start with that bottle of wine you mentioned.” He walks over to the counter and grabs it, along with two glasses.

You sniffle. “I love you so much, Marcus.”

He chuckles. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

BTS Reaction: Your job is to dress up as a Disney Character and surprise kids for their birthday

Namjoon

He loves laying in bed with you after your parties and listening to your stories from the day. And he does the same for you as well, sharing about the new songs he’s been recording. 

“This little girl was so cute Namjoon! She hugged me and asked for my autograph and she was dressed up like me too. She was so precious.” 

“That’s amazing y/n. I love hearing your stories about the kids you meet with. They all sound so sweet. The fact that we are both able to do a job we love is amazing.” 

Jin

“Can I go with you?”

“No, Jin it’s going to confuse the kids.”

“But I am handsome enough to be a Disney Prince!”

“Indeed you are. But the kids are going to wonder why Cinderella is with Kim Seokjin from BTS and not Prince Charming.”

“I am Prince Charming!” 

“You know what I meant!” You both burst out laughing at that and Jin walks over and wraps his arms around your waist in a back hug. 

“I’m still your Prince Charming though, right?”

“Yes, of course.”

Yoongi

He acted like he was reluctant to go with you, but really he was just as excited to see you dressed up as a princess as the kids were. He watched you with a fond smile the whole time. Near the end of the party one of the kids came up to him shyly. 

“Excuse me, um.. Mr. Suga.” 

“You know who I am, kid?” The little girl nods. 

“Mhm! I love your music a lot it’s fun to dance to.” Yoongi smiles at that and pats her on the head. “I was wondering how do you know Princess Aurora?” Yoongi freezes for a moment trying to wrack his brain that won’t spoil you actually aren’t a princess. 

“Can you keep a secret?” Yoongi asks. The girl nods. “Pinky swear you won’t tell anyone?” She nods again and holds out her pinky and Yoongi links them together. “Well you see, I stole her heart from Prince Phillip. She just couldn’t resist my charms.” The girls eyes widen. 

“Mr. Suga you can’t do that!” 

“Yeah Mr. Suga what are you talking about?” You are standing behind him with your eyebrow raised and Yoongi glances at the ground sheepishly. The little girl pats his head and smiles. 

“It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone! I’m happy you’re dating a princess that means someday you’ll be a prince!” She happily skips off and he chuckles to himself. 

“Shall I call you Prince Yoongi then?”

“I mean I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Hoseok

Hoseok always wanted to go with you when he’s not on tour. This particular party a few of the kids gathered around him when you went to take a quick bathroom break. 

“Excuse me.”

“Hmm? Yes little ones?”

“Is that really princess Jasmine?” Hoseok waves them over to come in closer to him. All of the kids sit around him in a circle and listen with close attention. He whispers quietly but doesn’t realize you are standing behind him and hear everything. 

“She really is the princess! She came a long way to come and see you for your birthday.” The kids’ eyes all widen. 

“Really?”

“Yes. Also don’t tell Aladdin but I think she’s the prettiest princess! The prettiest person in the world actually.” You smile fondly as you watch Hoseok with the kids. All of the kids look at you and giggle and when he turns around he gasps. 

“Oh my! Princess Jasmine I didn’t know you were there. How much of that did you hear?”

“Oh pretty much all of it. Good thing Aladdin isn’t here.” You say with a wink. 

 Jimin

Guess who’s going to insist on dressing up as Prince Eric whenever you get to dress up as Ariel? (spoiler alert it’s him). 

“Army already say I look like him! Pretty please let me go with you?” 

And how can you say no to that sweet angel? He has just as much fun getting dressed up and seeing how happy the kids are as you do. He even offers to do your makeup for you too. Seeing their faces light up at getting to meet their favorite princess and getting to meet a prince is his favorite thing in the world. He can tell how much you love it by the smile on your face and it just warms his heart to see you with the kids. 

Taehyung

“Oh my gosh please please pleeease let me come to work with you!”

And he’s not going to take no for an answer. He loves to play with the kids and see their genuine reactions and happiness seeing their favorite princess at their birthday party. Taehyung absolutely loves your job and thinks it’s so sweet that you get to make a child’s day just by showing up at their party, and he admires you so much for it. Seeing how playful and friendly you are with the kids makes him picture how it’s going to be when you two have your own family someday and it fills his chest with warmth. 

Jungkook

He can’t think of a more perfect job for you, and tells you so. 

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re as beautiful, kind, sweet, caring, and warm hearted as a Disney Princess.” 

“You flatter me too much.”

“It’s the truth though. Elsa who? I only know y/n.” You giggle at that and he walks over and places a kiss on your forehead. “Have a good day at work, sweetheart.”

thank you my lovely soulmate @skecjj2019​ for the cute idea for Hobi’s. 💜💜

[lifeinahole27]

CS ff: “Walking the Tightrope” (Chapter 3/10) (au)

Summary: Killian’s daily routines are a matter of habit. When he wakes up late one morning, his routines all change for the better. Emma doesn’t care about routines, but she does care about Killian, no matter how reluctant she is to admit it to herself.

Rating: E (much later in the story)

Content Warnings: Maybe some strong language. There is mention in this chapter of Graham's death, which took place many years prior to the current timeline. Heads up for anyone that needs it. 

A Special Thank You: My continued gratitude to my lovely friends, @captainstudmuffin and @phiralovesloki. And a heap of love to @captainswanbigbang for putting this together and helping me accomplish this.

A/N: This chapter was a lot of fun to re-write, most specifically because of the interactions with the other characters that Emma and Killian have. I had a lot of fun writing Will in this story, and I love the dynamic between Emma and the Charmings. Thanks, as always, for reading and liking and reblogging and leaving comments and generally being amazing. I am so lucky and thankful that you're here reading my story. 

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Chapter 3: So it Goes

October 20: Sunday

All weekend, the kiss haunts her.

It was just a kiss, she thinks more than once, eyes glazed over while the television plays something she's already seen a million times.

But there's another voice in there. He's not like the others, it says to her. It sounds suspiciously like Snow. Snow, and her endless hope speeches about love and how Emma builds her walls too high and tries to keep everyone out. With a frustrated grunt, she grabs her phone and dials one of the only landlines left in Storybrooke. She usually only calls when there's something wrong, so she's sure they'll panic when she shows up on their caller ID.

"Emma? Is everything okay?"

"Gimme the Disney Princess," she demands after David speaks. He doesn't say more, doesn't push or question it. Emma can hear the shuffling of him moving from one spot in their farmhouse to go search out his wife.

"She asked for you," David says from a distance.

"Thanks, Charming. Close the door behind you?"

If she wasn't so used to the exchange, she would be rolling her eyes. But instead she waits patiently while they share a quick kiss and she hears David leave the room, the door to Snow's craft and grading room closing with a faraway click.

"What happened?" Snow finally asks, her voice measured without judgement or concern just yet. Emma imagines her in the faint glow of the warm room, with her readers perched on her nose as she decides whether or not her fourth graders accurately spelled each word on the list.

"I kissed him," she says, breaking her own mental image to bring back the reality of her life.

"Kissed who?"

"Killian. Friday after we walked back from the bar. We were joking, and then he teased me, and then I basically mauled him with my mouth."

"Well, Emma, honey, that's great!"

"This is not great," Emma hisses as she gets up from the couch and goes to the kitchen to pour herself some water, suddenly parched and terrified.

"Why not great?" Snow asks. "Is he married or something? Polygamist? Gambling addiction?"

"Not that I know of," Emma mutters. "But the problem is with me. I'm the problem in this equation, Snow."

"You're not."

"I am. There's no way I can let him in, because he'll just end up gone like all the others."

"You don't know that. Won't know it unless you give him a chance and let him prove you wrong."

"Or, alternatively, I'm right and then I don't even have my morning walks to look forward to because they'll always be tainted by the memory of that creep I used to walk with."

"You kissed him and yet he's already the creep that left you high and dry?"

"Why did I call you?"

"Because you know this is your past trying to talk you out of something that could make you happy and I'm your voice of reason. That's why you called me. Can you text him and wish him a goodnight or something? Tell him you'd like to buy him coffee tomorrow?"

"I um… I still don't have his number. So I can't."

"Well, in the morning, when you walk to work with him like I know you do five days a week and wouldn't miss it unless your legs were broken despite the fact that you would never admit it out loud, you will give him a chance. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, mom," Emma mutters.

When she ends the call with Snow, she flops back onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. Tomorrow. Maybe she'll fix this tomorrow. She can be better, right?

The closer she gets to their corner, the higher her anxiety goes. By the time she's approaching Killian, her heart is beating so fast and she's pretty sure she's sweating despite the very chilly temperatures.

He's engrossed with something on his phone, and Emma thinks about that first time she ever saw him walking to the crosswalk. At the very least, her thoughts calm down a little bit so she's not jittering the entire time she approaches him. He glances up, then, the sun peeking through the clouds and hitting his eyes just right as he looks her way.

It's almost like he tries not to smile, maybe remembering the last thirty seconds where she fucked everything up on Friday, but it still comes through - that sweet smile and eyes crinkling. It's almost breathtaking to see that expression aimed at her. She made someone happy like that, no matter what the ultimate outcome of the other night was.

Whatever either of them had in mind for greetings this morning, they both fail at them, tripping over their words and half-aborted hand gestures. When the light changes, they start walking together, with Killian's hand coming up and his fingers just grazing her lower back until he just as suddenly pulls away.

When they get to Granny's they stop, as if they each have something to say but can't spit it out.

"Just… be patient with me?" she finally asks when it's clear both of them are failing at being casual about this.

"I've all the time in the world, love." There's this deep well of understanding in his eyes, and she sort of hates herself a little bit for the way she ended their night out, now.

"Good. Thanks." She reaches out, trying to bridge the gap, but her fingers just graze along his sleeve before she pulls away. "Well, um, have a good day, Jones."

He rubs behind his ear, glancing down at the ground for a moment before looking at her again. "Have a good day, Swan."

She lifts her hand in a wave, hesitantly shifting and then moving up the walkway to get her coffee when he makes no other comment. When she glances back, he's still there, and she sees him sigh before he continues on towards his office.

With a sigh of her own, she enters the diner and tries to push her turmoil to the back of her mind.

-x- October 22: Tuesday

Sometimes, waking up on her birthday is just like every other day. Maybe it's the fact that her birthday is assumed to be October 22 because that's the day she was left in the hospital waiting room, looking freshly born and crying her eyes out. At least, that's what Ruth told her about the day she was found. Ruth was working in the giftshop as a second job, just trying to make ends meet for her family.

They never did find her birth mother, but when it was clear one wasn't showing up, it was Ruth that stepped in and adopted her. Despite the fact that she already had five-year-old twins at home, she took in Emma and raised her as her own. Robert, though he would leave this earth far before she could remember him, was in full support of this idea.

It was mostly nice having brothers around, too. Well, at least one of them. David was protective and chivalrous, kind and generous, and she looked up to him like he really was Prince Charming all while growing up. James, on the other hand, was the opposite. In fact, when James ran away and eloped at 18, it was almost a relief to all of them. He was out of their hair. Emma and David would never admit it to anyone, but they had a bet going on whether or not James would show up for Ruth's funeral. Emma won the bet. He showed, but only so he could find out what was left to him and collect on it before fading away again.

It worked out that he had no interest in the rest of Ruth's estate. That's when David and Snow moved out to the old farmhouse, leaving Emma all by herself in the apartment that they all awkwardly shared for a time. The loft that, after some much needed furniture replacements, quickly became her fortress.

It's where she wakes up on her twenty-eighth birthday, for once not obsessed with smacking her alarm to snooze it or wanting to roll back over and forget the day. She tries to temper her excitement a little bit. She'll be seeing Killian soon, but it's not like he's obligated to remember it's her birthday. She told him on Friday and who knows if he even cared? But the prospect of seeing him is enough to get her moving.

On the subject of seeing someone romantically, Emma's mind isn't made up yet. She hasn't actually dated since Walsh, and that was enough of a disaster - and that word alone is an understatement for the heaping garbage fire that was the end of her relationship with Walsh - that she's not sure how she feels about officially dating again. But as Snow already reminded her, Killian is not the others. He told her she has all the time in the world, so she can only hope he'll be patient as she tries to sort out her feelings.

She wears what she always wears, slipping into one of her favorite pairs of jeans and a sweater. When she checks the temperatures for the day, she opts for the black leather jacket since it actually has a lining and might keep her warm for her walk to work today. She adds a beanie over her hair, pulling it down snugly over her ears.

Emma's heart pangs a little thinking about not sharing her mornings with Killian. Maybe she should just offer him a ride to work. It's not like she would be driving miles out of her way with how small Storybrooke is. She knows he lives closer to the harbor, and what's that? Three extra turns?

Those thoughts follow her out the door, into the chilly quiet of late October.

Killian looks nervous when she sees him. She doesn't know how she can tell from this far away, but there's something in his posture - it's like he's trying too hard to be casual. He checks his watch and then looks in her direction, his expression lighting up when he sees her.

"Good morning, love. Happy birthday," he says in greeting. New to his own outfit is a black leather jacket, and she grins widely at the fact that they're matching.

"Thank you. Like the jacket."

"Same to you," he returns when he notices she's also wearing black.

Before she walks up the path to Granny's to get her coffee, he slows her down with a touch of his hook to her sleeve, easing a card out of the bag slung over his shoulder.

"Don't get excited or nervous. It's not much," he explains. "And don't be alarmed, but I've gotten you two small things."

As she takes it from him, her fingers brush over his and a thrill of contact runs through her. "The fact that you remembered means so much," she tells him. "You didn't have to get me anything."

"No trouble at all, I assure you."

"Well, thank you in advance. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

With one last wave, they part ways and she heads to the welcoming warmth of the diner.

Her coffee is already at the counter waiting when she walks in, and Granny fixes her with one of those looks.

"You got someone sweet on you, Deputy."

"It's possible," she responds. Yeah, with that statement alone Granny is saying that the whole damn town has noticed, but that doesn't mean she needs to explain it to the biggest gossip hound.

Killian is gone when she comes out, but that's okay; the rest of the walk is quick enough and she has a card to open when she gets there.

She expects the bundle of balloons that are tied to her chair. She even expects the cinnamon rolls that look to be still steaming, fresh from Snow's diligent baking. What she doesn't expect, and what David also certainly looks perplexed at, is the small vase of flowers sitting on her desk. It's a varied bunch, with freesia and delphinium mixed together. It's not a big bouquet, by any means, but it's been so long since she got flowers at all that her heart speeds up just a touch.

At least now she understands why he was so nervous this morning.

David recovers from his confusion enough to come give her a hug, wishing her a happy birthday and telling her that dinner will be at six that night.

"So, these are from the guy you're not seeing, then?"

"Mmhmm," she hums out, moving the flowers to the side so she can access her computer. She doesn't say anything else on the matter, instead giving David a look and a smile that clearly says he better drop it.

Emma waits until he's back to work at his own desk before she slips her finger under the fold on the envelope that Killian handed her. It's cardstock, clearly not purchased at the store, and there's a rough sketch of a multi-tiered birthday cake drawn in the center. On top of the cake, there's a small swan. She makes some noise in the back of her throat that she doesn't mean to. But how can she not when this is sitting in her hands?

Inside, his beautiful, looping handwriting has scrawled out a simple message, along with his phone number.

"Here's to metaphorically crossing the street to a new age. -Killian"

It's so simple, but so sweet, and charming, and Killian that she has to physically restrain herself from getting up and marching over to his office immediately. Instead, she pulls out her phone, diligently entering him into her contacts before starting a new message.

"The flowers are beautiful," she sends him, taking a picture of them off to the side of her desk.

"I figured the symbols of friendship and joy would be well-fitted to your birthday. There are no buttercups this time of year, so I did the best I could."

Smiling to herself, she reads the message a few times before setting her phone aside. She props up the card next to her monitor and stretches one more time before diving into the things she wants to accomplish.

Somehow, she manages to concentrate at work without stopping to just sit there and literally smell her flowers. It's a close call a couple times, though. Instead, she slogs through filing paperwork and typing up old reports into the digital system some more. It has to be one of the slowest jobs they've ever done but Storybrooke is hardly bustling. It's just that it took them until 2019 to get the system in place so they have… a lot of files to copy in. Her goal is to finish 1997 by the end of the week, but with her mind preoccupied, she's likely to barely make a dent.

For the last three years, her life has been cut and dry; the phrase "same shit, different day" was pretty much her motto after she got out of the relationship with Walsh. While she never subscribed to the idea of building on specific routines, she was aware of the stagnation that came with nothing new and exciting ever happening. A month ago, she never would've guessed she would be considering asking out the stranger she casually walked with in the mornings. That was as far as their interactions ever got. For the time being, all she can do is be thankful that Killian was late that day so it broke them out of the pattern they were stuck in, even if she doesn't know how to progress from here.

At dinner, the first thing to come up is her relationship status.

"Not you, too, Snow." The other woman flits around the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner while Emma sits at the kitchen table with a glass of wine.

"Well, it's just that David sent me a picture of a very beautiful vase of flowers that he said were delivered to the station about ten minutes before you got there." Her friend looks at her then, one slim eyebrow climbing up towards her hairline.

"Yes, and now they're sitting on the island in the loft."

"And these flowers were from Killian?"

"Yes." Emma isn't sure why Snow bothered to ask, since she knows damn well they are from Killian.

"Killian Jones? The one I told you to give a chance and see what happens?"

"Yes, Snow." The exasperation in her voice is evident with the second response. The woman never misses a chance to rub in being right. Ever.

"Okay, just making sure. When will you get to see him again?"

Right as she starts to answer, David walks in, kissing Snow on the side of the head as he starts to move around her as if they'd synchronised this beforehand. They are the height of ridiculous relationships, in Emma's book.

"Tomorrow morning when we cross the street together like we do every morning."

"And outside of those little moments?"

She'd hoped to bring this up at a different time, weigh pros and cons with Snow over the thought of maybe asking Killian on a date, but not when David suddenly looks far too interested in what she has to say in response.

"You know, this whole conversation is one factor in why I haven't dated in so long," Emma spits out. Snow and David both open their mouths to say something, but they both close them in tandem, looking at each other and having a patented Married Couple conversation without words.

"You're right, sweetie. We'll skip the rest of the parental run-down. At least, until after you've finished a glass of wine."

"It's the least we can do," David adds on, smiling and winking at her before he pops the garlic bread into the oven. "Okay. Ten minutes until dinner is ready. Wanna chug that so we can pry into your relationship a little bit more?"

She nearly chokes on her drink when he says it, but it has the intended effect of making her laugh so she'll take it.

After they've eaten and cleared the table together, David leaves them to talk while he heads to the basement to finish his latest project.

When he's not busy doing sheriff duties or volunteering at the animal shelter, he builds birdhouses. It started with making one for Snow to post outside her classroom window back when they were first dating. He ended up making one for the tree outside Granny's diner because the wind kept knocking the nests down. After seeing that one, Belle asked if he could make her one, which he made to look like a stack of books. Eventually, Snow forced him to start putting them on Etsy because he wasn't paid for any of the thirty that are now scattered around the limits of Storybrooke.

With him in his workshop, Snow ushers them into the den with steaming mugs of hot cocoa, letting Emma sit in silence and mull over hers for a few moments before she starts to prod.

"What's going through that head of yours?" Snow asks, sensing her need to talk about it.

"I just don't know if I'm ready to date," Emma admits.

"Remind me how long you were with Neal?"

"Seven months," Emma grumbles. She wouldn't put out until she turned eighteen, which meant from June until October, the most she would do was kiss him. He somehow thought that if they ran away to Tallahassee together that she would magically change her mind about her virginity.

But nope, Emma stuck strong on that, and in October she finally let him touch her breasts. That was apparently enough for him to stick around another three months until they had sex for the first time. Then, of course, the idiotic non-pregnancy scare happened, and she was left alone in Florida with a sub-par waitressing job and learning how to chase bail skips from a woman named Cleo that saw her chase down a guy that tried to dine and ditch on her.

It took her three years to get back to Storybrooke but only because David figured out something was funky and flew down to Tallahassee to see her. As soon as he realized how unhappy she was, he was helping her ship her few belongings back to Storybrooke and buying them two plane tickets home.

"Okay. Seven months with him. That's not really a strong enough amount of time to decide if you're even in love with someone, let alone someone who's trying to manipulate you," Snow tells her.

And she knows. Because she's been through the debate on whether or not she even loved Neal. She knows for a fact that he never really loved her despite him saying so a couple times.

"And Graham?"

That one hurts.

When she came back to Storybrooke, there was a new deputy in town. His name was Graham, he was Irish, adorable as sin, and immediately had a crush on her. His twenty-five to her twenty-one was better than the age difference between her and Neal, so she gave in to the relationship a little easier than she thought she would.

"We were only together for three months," Emma admits, lost in her thoughts of that accent and his soulful eyes. He admitted he was falling in love with her after a couple dates. Since she was still a bit burned from the whole Neal situation, she told him she would return the words when she was ready, and he was perfectly fine with that.

"Don't blame yourself," Snow's words break through the fog of memories.

"It's gotten a little easier not to," Emma responds with a tight smile. She sips from the drink in her hand but barely tastes it. "I didn't know CPR back then, didn't know he had a heart condition."

"To be fair, neither did he."

"You can't know that for sure."

"Emma, I saw all his medical records after… When we sent them back to his parents. According to everything he had on file, he was completely healthy. No arrhythmia mentioned, nothing. He had no clue he was going to…" Snow trails off there.

"That he was going to leave me behind?"

"I think that man would've done anything in the world to stay with you, especially knowing your history," Snow says, reaching over and giving her free hand a squeeze. "The whole town knew he was in love with you. If he knew anything about what was coming, I don't think he'd have asked you out at all."

They keep skirting around it, but the fact of the matter is that Graham died in her arms. She'd gone to the station to visit him while he was on the late shift and while he was kissing her, he collapsed. He was working alone that night, so there was no one to help. Once again, David came to her rescue.

But it was too late. By the time the paramedics showed up, Graham was already gone, and at a young age, Emma had lost two people she thought she loved in two very different ways.

"You're probably right," Emma finally says.

"Would you have gone out with him if you knew how it was going to end?"

"Him? Yeah, maybe. Walsh?" Emma makes a noise of disgust in the back of her throat. "Absolutely not."

"Walsh was a type of scum that no one could've predicted," Snow admits, a look crossing her face that says it all.

There are no less than three people in Storybrooke who have all claimed rights to punch him in the face if he ever shows up in town again.

"Let's not dredge up that one again," Emma finally says. "It's my birthday and I'll ignore any topic I want to."

"Of course. All I was trying to point out is that your past relationships have never defined who you are. And they've been so short that it's really hard for love to dig its heels in on you yet. You've even had a couple years since Disaster Boy and I know you must be scared to try again, but let's look at some quick facts."

Emma sincerely wonders when Snow crafted her pros and cons list, because this all sounds way too practiced to be off the top of her head.

"Go for it," she sighs out, just wanting to get it over with.

"Killian has lived here since June. You know as well as I do that it created a nice little bubble of excitement that someone new was moving in. And in that amount of time, how many women has he dated?"

"I don't know."

"Yes, you do. Because we would all know the second he took out anyone in town."

"What about those rumors from the bar?"

"What, that he flirts with women?" She tilts her chin down when she says it, leveling Emma with a look she knows all too well to be her Mom Look. "You flirt with everyone in town at least once a week. You can't hold that against him."

"I do not flirt with everyone," Emma defends. Still, she pauses as she thinks about it for a second. "I would never flirt with Will or Victor.

Snow snorts at that, raising her own mug in agreement.

"So what are you going to do?" Snow asks after they've been silent for a few minutes.

"I don't know. I asked him to be patient with me yesterday morning. He had every right to skip past my birthday but still went out and did these little things for me."

"Take your time with it. He'll wait. I can already tell he'd wait a long time if you just gave him a chance. And it can lead to something really great if you just open that door for him."

After their mugs are empty and Emma helps clean up the kitchen, she heads to the basement to give her brother a hug before she leaves for the night.

"Happy birthday again, kiddo."

"Pretty sure we're far beyond 'kiddo' years here, David. But thank you. I'll see you tomorrow," she says, squeezing him tight and heading upstairs to give the same farewell to Snow.

When she gets in her car, she pulls out her phone again, fidgeting as she considers texting Killian. After a few seconds of weighing it, she finally taps out a quick message and hits send before she can change her mind. She locks her phone and puts it back in her pocket for the drive home.

She's just unlocking her door when his response comes through, and she smiles when she reads it. Just a simple "You're welcome, Swan." to her text of thanks and a smiley face after the message.

For once, it's a birthday that she doesn't mind remembering.

-x-

Chapter 4

[zankivich]

The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 12.5

*Shawn’s point of view*

There’s no snow on the ground in Georgia is the first thing he notices. The second thing he notices is that y/n and him have polar opposite upbringings. She takes him to a house that he has to bend down for his head to clear the doorway. The length from the driveway to the front door is a shorter distance than it took for him to get to his room growing up, and the neighborhood of houses looks nothing like the acres of land his father owned. But the second they enter the house there’s music playing. Al Green seems to blast from every corner in the kitchen. Despite the fact that there’s no snow on the ground, the house couldn’t be filled with more warmth. There are voices that carry from the kitchen with laughter and joy and snarkiness. It’s unlike anything he’s ever experienced in his life.

She holds his hand and pulls him deeper into the house towards the sound of the music and the laughter. In the kitchen there’s a group of women all sitting around a table cooking various foods. One’s got a potato peeler and sweet potatoes. One is busy mixing butter into flour with her hands. Another seems to be chopping vegetables. There’s an older lady who sits at the table simply overlooking everyone else. But none of them are y/n’s mom, and he knows that immediately because they look just alike. Her mother was at the stove with a big spoon and an even bigger pot mixing what smelled awfully similar to y/n’s famous greens. They had the same cheek bones and the same smile and the same hips, though her mom’s were fuller. If the similarities in likeness didn’t do it, the way each of them screeched upon eye contact surely would’ve connected the dots.

“MY BABY!” She cried dropping her spoon into the pot and making a b-line straight for y/n.

“MOMMY!”

They embraced and squeezed and jumped and cheered just to each other. It was the happiest he’d ever seen her. And he loved every second of it. All of the nerves from the car completely faded away as he watched his girlfriend get this special moment with her mother. And he knew immediately that they’d done the right thing in coming. This is exactly what she needed.

“You look beautiful.” Her mom giggled squeezing her cheeks and moving down to prod at the rest of her body. “And...thin. What they feeding you in that city girl?”

y/n rolled her eyes. “Momma I can take care of myself. I been telling you that for years.”

“Mhm and I been telling you for years that there’s no pain in letting others help your stubborn big head out.”

He chuckled at the joke, alerting the room to his presence. And that’s when everything shifted.

The entire room turned to look at him. The lady with the sweet potato stopped peeling. Her mom’s eyes widened. The older lady at the table stares at him in a way that makes him feel small, smaller than he ever has in his life. Suddenly he’s sweating. Has he always been sweating? Oh God. Thankfully y/n comes to the rescue.

She steps back over to him and wraps her arms around one of his.

“Everyone this is Shawn. He’s my boyfriend. If you break him, you deal with me. Shawn this my auntie Debrah, my auntie Janet, my auntie Carolin, and my grandma Gina. And that’s my mommy Audre.”

He cleared his throat and threw on his best smile holding up the peace offering he brought in the form of alcohol.

“Hello. Thank you so much for having me in your home for the holidays. I think if I tried to cook for the two of us I might have burnt the place down, and y/n surely would’ve killed me before the fire did.”

Grandma Gina laughs. It’s a big belly laugh for such a tiny woman. She was the same complexion as Audre except with silver hair that went all the way down her back in a neat braid. Even if she was small, she was far from frail, her hands resting on a cane that she knocked into the floor as she laughed. Everyone else turned to her, and it was as if once he received her approval the rest of the room dissolved into laughter as well. He released a big breath and leaned into y/n’s side. They might not hate him after all.

Audre walks over to the two of them and gives him a look over from head to toe. He feels small again. He never needed to be liked so much in his life. He peered over at y/n who was smiling hesitantly at her mother like she was just begging her to like him. He wanted to ask if he should get on his knees or something.

“This one hmm?” She asked.

Y/n looked up at him and smiled warmly before nodding at her mother like a child picking out their pet at the pet shop. He smiled at Audre and nodded too.

Audre snorted. “Oh lord. Okay. I’m Audre. You can call me Audre.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you Audre.”

He moved away from y/n just long enough to hug her and was surprised at the warmth that she could bring to a touch. Like mother like daughter apparently.

“Oh y/n, this boy is just as bony as can be too!” Audre complained poking at his stomach. “Even more so!”

He chuckled. “Ma’am I have forty-two percent muscle mass.”

“Good for you. We’ll make sure to change that today. Pull him up a seat y/n before he wastes away.”

“Oh lord.”

“Yea, y/n pull me up a seat before I waste away.” He grinned.

She unabashedly punched him in the arm and went to take off her coat.

“Boy yo legs ain’t broken. Get your own chair.”

Ah yes. He’d forgotten completely who he was dating. Woops.

He finds that “home y/n” is one of his favorites. She pulls up her sleeves and joins her mom at the stove and it’s like she’s completely in her element. He learns that in her family the women all come together to cook. It’s always at Audre’s house every year, and no one is allowed into the house until all the food has been cooked and is ready to eat. By the time the night was over, the house would be full of every family member in town and all those who could make it from out. They assured him there would barely be space to sit, but they all found a way. For them Christmas day was spent with immediate family and then everyone would come together for a meal. It wasn’t about presents, but just being able to be together.

They all love her so much. Auntie Carolin and Auntie Debrah just ask her questions about work and the city and all the incredible things that she gets to do. And y/n couldn’t be more humble. She stays away from the after parties and the jets and focuses on what matters. She told them the story of Normani crying in her dressing room after the VMAs, how she was the first black woman to win her award in nearly a decade. She told them about being in the studio and watching people create, getting to be apart of something bigger than herself. And he can see it in their faces. There’s no jealousy, or ill will in anyway. They’re so incredibly happy and proud of everything that she does. It makes his stomach and his heart feel full to watch people who know just how amazing she is. And she is.  It’s overwhelming even more so than usual.

“Here, taste this.” She hummed plopping down on his lap with a big wooden spoon.

It was the sweet potatoes from earlier in this wonderful concoction of brown sugar and cinnamon and butter. He groaned around the spoon.

“That’s amazing.” He sighed. “When can I eat it?”

“How your forty-two percent muscle mass ass eats so much I will never understand. Let me see if I can sneak you some.”

“K. Love you, sweetheart.”

“Yea, I love you too bighead.”

“I heard you got a big head too.” He argued.

“Yea and if you ever wanna see anything besides my big head I suggest you forget what you heard. And swiftly.” She smiled.

“Sounds like a plan!”

“That’s what I thought!”

God he loved her.

***

*Y/n’s point of view*

Fifteen minutes. You left for fifteen minutes to go to the bathroom and scrub the pie crust from underneath your fingernails. Only to come back to your boyfriend Disney prince-ing your whole entire family! Tina Turner’s greatest hits had matriculated into the line up of music and Shawn was taking turns twirling every woman in the kitchen around the room. You watched as he somehow managed to get your grandmother out of her chair and into his arms so that he could waltz her slowly around the kitchen table. Every single one of those women had turned into gushing teenaged girls. It was absolutely pathetic. And incredibly on par with your reaction to him as well. Where had they made him at?!

You stepped gently up to your grandmother, fingers easing softly onto her shoulders as she leaned back to smile at you.

“Can I steal him for a second grandma?”

She nodded warmly. “Girl go on ahead. My hip was starting to hurt.”

He helped her back to her seat and accepted the kiss on the cheek that she gave him before coming back to you. His arms, long and warm, tugged you into his hold as he twirled the two of you gently back and forth. Neither of you would notice the way your nosy ass family watched every second, but that’s okay. You ran your fingers through his hair and played with the curls until they were big and fluffy the way you liked.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” You asked him.

He grinned. “I told you I’d win them over. I’m charming, honey; what can I say?”

“The ego on you.” You snorted. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“Me neither. I question how I managed to get you just about every day.”

Okay that one was smooth.

“I think it was when you let me sleep over for the first time.” You hummed.

His eyes widened at the revelation of you actually having an answer to his question.

“Excuse me?”

“Do you remember?” You paused to lower your voice. “When we did the ropes for the first time? You let me stay. We did something totally new that  neither of us had ever done before. And it was amazing and we took care of each other, but it was still a little overwhelming. I didn’t even have to say anything, but you let me stay. And you pretended to cook too many eggs the next morning so I would have breakfast. I think that’s the first time you really got me.”

He smiled warmly and pushed his head deeper against your fingers.

“I was terrified of hurting you. I just wanted everything to go right, and I wanted you to feel good and only for it hurt if that meant it still felt good. And also you looked so cute when you were sleeping I couldn’t just let you leave without breakfast.”

“See? You cared about me.” You grinned.

“I always cared about you, y/n. Always.”

“Yea. Now that I think I about it, I think I did too.”

“Good.”

He presses your lips together like it’s nothing. Like your whole matriarch isn’t there. But when his lips are soft and warm and moving against yours, it’s hard to care about much else.

***

It should have come as no surprise that the rest of your family would love Shawn just the same. He happily jumped into the rough housing of all the younger kids, carrying two of your cousins on either of his arms through the living room while another one held onto his leg. Everything about him was perfect. And it’s not that you didn’t know that, didn’t know that you loved him and loved all of the things about him besides the parts that you didn’t. It’s just that he fell into your life so easily. He made himself at home and he picked up right where everything else left off. And you didn’t know how but it made you feel good.

You were standing at the entraway way of the living room by the kitchen watching him with your arms crossed when your mom came up to lean against you.

“Hmm...He’s a nice one isn’t he?” She hummed against your shoulder.

You nodded. “He really is.”

“Is he...the one?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh momma!”

“I’m just asking. Girl, I want some grandbabies. And the last person you brought home to meet me was in high school. I might not get another chance.”

You let your face fall into your hands in mortification. Dating in your thirties was tough. No matter how progressive the country might--or might not--be, family always complicated things. Your mom was of an era where marriage was a thing that you did no matter if you were in love or not. Cue the fact that you hadn’t seen your father since you were eight. You in all of your confidence and all of your womanhood, didn’t see marriage nor children as requirements. They didn’t even exactly scream appealing to you. You’d be happy with your apartment and maybe, at some point, a cat. That was really your goal, your happy place. It just so happened that maybe Shawn complicated that a bit for you.

“He’s young.” You murmured watching him get tackled down to the ground by children. “He’s not even twenty-five yet. He’s got no idea what he wants.”

“Is that so? So y’all are really just playing around huh?”

You paused and looked over your shoulder at your mother. You shook your head hesitantly.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

She tilted her head in question. “Then what would you say, y/n?”

“I...I don’t know. I’d say we’re really enjoying each other’s company. I’d say we’re very serious about actively making each other happy and working to co-exist together because we enjoy each other so much. But it’s not like he wants to move in with me, or start a life with me. I don’t want to ask that of him.”

“Now which is it? Is it he’s not ready, or you don’t want to ask him if he’s ready?”

“It’s...It’s...dammit momma, why you always gotta ask questions?” You whined.

“Because I am pushing sixty child and I want some grandbabies! Before I die.” She huffed.

You rolled your eyes again and turned back over your shoulder only to catch Shawn staring at you with a similar level of fondness that you had for him. He tilted his head in ask that things were going okay. All you could do was nod and smile. He didn’t need to stress about your mother being crazy. That was your job.

***

Aretha Franklin plays in the background. You’re sat on the floor together with the tree in the background. It’s quiet with all of your extended family long gone. Your mother fast asleep, it was time for you and Shawn to finally share presents with one another. You, in one of his sweatshirts and leggings after the long day. Him in another and those plaid sweats of his that you really liked. His hair is pulled back with a headband and it makes you smile. He hums Natural Woman to you as he sets a box in your palm.

“This one, I just thought was pretty. It’s not a big deal, okay?” He murmured.

“Okay, okay. Gimme!” You whined.

They were hoops. Big ass hoops. Big ass, rose gold diamond encrusted hoops. It was like he knew the way to your heart and had every intention of nestling himself there.

“Wow. They’re beautiful! Jesus, Shawn.”

“You like ‘em?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Of course I do, are you kidding me?”

“Good. That makes me happy”

You kissed him in thanks, his arms wrapped tight around your waist.

“I love you.” You murmured handing him a gift of his own. “I hope you like this. I thought it was pretty too.”

Shawn’s watches were one of his most important accessories among many.  You’d grown incredibly fond of the sound of his watch hitting the dresser when he undressed for the night. It always meant he was there to stay with you. And it always meant he was yours for the night. So, getting him a watch felt like the obvious choice. But, this wasn’t just any watch. Shawn’s watches were usually bulky and flashy, an ode to his father no doubt. This watch on the other hand came with a fine, black leather band that was more classic and refined. The face was large in a similar fashion to more contemporary brands. It was rose gold and this beautiful rich navy blue color. It was so gorgeous you’d thought about keeping it for yourself. Instead, you figured you’d rather look at it on his wrist instead.

“Shit, babe this is beautiful. This must’ve cost you a fortune.” He gasped. “This is for me?”

“‘Course it is. What other bighead is sitting in this room?”

He whined. “Damn, you bought it for yourself? That’s tough.”

“Rude!”

“What, you can call me bighead, but I can’t call you bighead?” He smiled placing his watch to the side so that he could stalk closer to you.

You pouted at him. “Exactly.”

“That doesn’t seem very fair, my love.” He chuckled before sobering. “Thank you. It’s amazing. I love you.”

He kissed you again. You decided to not be mad at him anymore. For now.

Amongst the other things you’d gotten for each other was an envelope. He pulls you into his lap and wraps his legs around yours in warmth and protection. His body seems to touch yours at all points, and when you lean into him it feels like home. More so than being home. How could that be?

“Promise me you won’t freak.” He murmured when you went to reach for the envelope.

You raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Promise.”

“No! What are you trying to get me to promise? What’s in there?”

He smiled. “Nothing bad.”

“I told you no islands, Shawn.” You whined.

“It’s not an island, sweetheart.”

“Or a country. Or any ridiculously large piece of land. Or anything more than my rent.”

He rolled his eyes and nuzzled his head into yours until his curls covered your face and you couldn’t speak.

“I actually didn’t spend anything at all. Now will you hush and open the damn envelope?”

“Hmm. Give it here.”

You reached for the envelope, your finger sliding under the paper to rip it open.  Inside was just a piece of paper. No island. No car. No country. You frowned down at the sheet in confusion. It was a listing. And at first you thought he’d bought you a new place to live, which truly would have been quite ridiculous. But, no. He was right; he hadn't bought anything. He actually sold something instead.

“You--you sold your place.” You mumbled in shock.

“I did.” He nodded. “Part of our trip wasn’t just about us getting away and having fun. I also needed the movers to be able to have access to my apartment.”

“Oh Shawn. You really, really didn’t need to do that for me.”

“No, I--I very much did. And I didn’t need you to ask, okay? What happened there, what that guy did...I could never ask you to go back there. And I don’t want to. It was easy to leave. Trust me. I couldn’t stomach living there anymore either way. It was really for the both of us.”

You turned in his arms so that you could better view him. He immediately reached for your cheeks just as you reached for his. You each seemed to sigh in relief at the touch of the other.

“I can’t believe you’d do that for me.” You whispered eyes dampening against your will.

He smiled, eyes big and clear and so warm. His oversized thumb wipe at a tear that trailed down your cheek before he kissed any traces left behind.

“I’d do anything for you. I thought I’d made that clear by now.”

“You have. Come here.”

His arms around you tug until your more in his lap then on the ground. His lips find yours and your arms tangle the two of you further together. He kisses you so sweet that you’d be weak in the knees if you even attempted to stand. His tongue is soft, and it feels like a dream when his hands trace your body as well. It’s not the usual charge of lust and trying to crawl inside one another. This one is just sweet, just feels like holding each other close and nurturing each other. It feels so perfect. It’s a very merry christmas.

“Thank you.” You told him when it was all set and done. “I think this is the best christmas I’ve had in years.”

“Good. Just wanna make my baby happy is all. Seems like you make me happy every day, least I can do is repay the favor, right?”

“Yea well you do that and then some.”

When all the paper has been torn and your gifts have been open, all that’s left to do is drink hot chocolate at your mother’s kitchen table and sneak pieces of pie and left over ham. It’s without a doubt the best christmas you’ve ever had. And it’s entirely because of him.

“Hey...Where are you gonna live now?” You asked around your mug.

“Oh, you know that high rise over by the coffee shop you like to go to in the morning?”

Your eyes widened.

“You didn’t.”

He shrugged. “I did. It’s like ten grand cheaper than what I was spending, and I heard really hot women hangout at the coffee shop. There’s a gym there too. So you know, I was really being selfish.”

“Shawn I could...I could walk to your place.”

He nodded and reached for your hand.

“Is that...okay? I don’t want you to think I’m encroaching on your space. I know how much that means to you. I just want you to know that my space can be your space too ya know? If you want. I’ll be around.”

“Uggggggggh! You gotta stop that!” You whined quickly butting your head into his shoulder.

“What?! What’d I do?”

“You can’t be so sweet that you make me feel things like I’m thirteen again! It’s gross. It makes me feel all fluttery and bubbly. I am a woman dammit.”

He only laughed at you like the jackass that you were and tugged you deeper into his arms across your chair.

“You’ve made me feel fluttery since I met you, and I’m not ashamed of it. I like that I can make you feel good. That’s all I wanna do.”

There was simply nothing else you could say to a man that looked the way that your boyfriend did saying the things that your boyfriend said. All that one could do was to pick up the leftover pie from the table and shove it in his face. And run of course. That you could do too.

“Oh you are in so much trouble!” He huffed from across the table where you now stood, poised and ready to leap. “And not the kind you like!”

You leaned on the chair laughing at the whip cream that covered Shawn’s face and eyes.

“You look pastier than normal!”

He shook his head and wiped the remaining pie off of his face before reaching his hands out towards you.

“Come here, y/n.”

“No.”

“Come on. You know what’s coming.”

“If you touch me, I will tell my momma.”

“You better call her then!” He grunted lunging after you.

You quickly turned and ran through the house like the child only he could make you feel like.

“MOMMA!”

***

The morning you had to leave for the airport, you woke up without a boyfriend. Your fingers had programmed a tendency of their own to go searching for him upon wake up, but when they came up empty all you could do was frown at the space on the pillow where his head had once been. Before you could get too annoyed though you felt  the warmth of breath between your thighs that with ease made your legs part. Turns out he wasn’t far after all.

“Babe.” You smiled back arching as you stretched. “What are you doin’?”

You felt his tongue trace your thighs before he popped out, curls first from beneath the covers.

“Just wanted to start the day right. With my favorite thing to have for breakfast.” He grinned pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “You.”

You rolled your eyes and definitely shifted your hips to be closer to him.

“You know if my mom caught us, we’d both be dead right? And you first?”

“Guess you’ll have to be a good girl and be quiet for me. Or do I need to give you something to focus on instead?”

You bit your lip. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Yea? How bout you put my fingers in your mouth and think about how you plan to stay quiet when I make you squirt in a few minutes?”

“God I love you. Yes, please.”

You felt more than heard him hum as he kissed at the outer lips of your labia. You held his hand in both of yours, fingers wettening the digits. He started with long, gentle pressings of his tongue, and bumped your clit every now and again with his nose. Shawn had grown much accustomed to how to get you off. It was his favorite past time it sometimes seemed. He was a wizard at making you squirm, at getting your hips to roll, and your toes to curl. His lips and tongue were so incredibly soft between your folds and he licked and nibbled at your clit like a dream. Your fingers turns to fists in the sheets and your thighs melded to his head as he took you there so quickly.

“Baby,” You gasped. “Baby, please. R--Right there.”

Your favorite was when he placed his oversized hand against your pubic bone and tummy, locking you into place. He used his thumb to focus on your clit, tongue and lips focusing on the rest of you. It drove you absolutely mad. You bucked against his chin, fingers reaching desperately for his head beneath the covers. The covers began to move as Shawn shuffled onto his knees to follow you with his mouth. His tongue was like a dream. A skilled, pointy, softy little dream. And you were like a rocket, just waited to be rubbed until you exploded apparently.

“Oh my fucking god.” You gasped, collapsing back against the sheets.

Shawn did not resurface, because apparently singers don’t need any air once so ever, and instead continued to lick away your release from between your thighs like the little devil he was. Your mom burst into the room just as you were getting your breathing under control.

“Time to get up, y/n! I expect y’all to come eat before you go to the airport.” She explained before closing the door once again.

Jesus.

“Well I don’t know what she’s talking about,” Shawn grinned as he ascended from beneath the covers and crawled on top of you. “I already ate.”

“I hate you.”

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[jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets]

A Magic Kingdom Love - CH 4

Title: A Magic Kingdom Love

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel

Tags: fluff, just so much fluff. It gets a little heated at one point but that’s it.

Summary:

     This is based off a picture I saw on Pinterest (which I’ll post below) with this prompt attached…

     “An AU where Dean and Cas are both working for Disney and have been cast as the very first gay princes. And at first they hate each other but it’s hard to pretend you’re in love all day for sweet, shy kids, and then not makeout under the bridge of the magic kingdom castle.”

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A/N: Soooooooo.... I know I promised y’all that I would have this fic posted yesterday but for some reason my computer decided to be a giant dick and deleted the entire post I had scheduled to post yesterday and then wouldn’t let me fix it afterwards. So I gave up and decided I would make sure it got posted today and that everyone who wanted to be tagged, got tagged. So without further adieu, here it is :D

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Chapter Four:

     The first couple of weeks of Dean’s dream job as a prince at the park was going by fairly well. Yes, Dean absolutely loved his job. He loved playing a prince all day, he loved being a role model to the kids and even some of the older visitors, and he loved being part of such a monumental step for the park in their journey to represent the LGBTQ community. But this thing with Castiel still had not changed, and he was starting to worry that it may never get any better. And it was not for lack of trying on Dean’s part.

     He’d been doing what Sam had told him. He’d tried to talk to Cas, to pull him into casual conversation, even suggested texting if it would make him more comfortable to ease into it, but he hadn’t gotten much of a response. He mostly just nodded or completely ignored Dean. 

     And it’s not that Dean needed Castiel to like him, but it wouldn’t be so bad to at least get along. But at the very least he was worried that it was going to start interfering with the job. He didn’t want to lose this job because they couldn’t get along. 

     Cas was good for hand holding in public, though he didn’t say much when it came to the kids, Dean did most of the talking, and rarely did he see Cas smile. Dean was starting to think Sam was wrong. It was getting less likely that Cas was shy and more likely that he was really just a dick. 

     It wasn’t until one day in the park that Dean was certain Cas was for sure a dick. 

     They were out in the park, making their rounds, when they were both surrounded by a group of very excited kids. 

     They were jumping up and down, asking all sorts of questions and getting pictures taken with the two handsome princes. When one of the kids, a little blonde girl, grabbed Dean by the jacket and asked, “Can you kiss?”

     Dean felt Cas’s entire body tense in his hold, felt Cas clutch the back of his jacket where his arm was around Dean, saw him turn his head away from Dean. 

     It was just a kiss, a little peck to make the kids smile and giggle, what was the harm. 

     But since Cas was clearly turned off by the idea of kissing Dean, with his head turned completely away, he decided to just wrap his arms around Cas and pull him in for a kiss on the cheek. The kids were still happy with it, running away giggling back to their moms, but Dean was not happy with it at all. Even less so when, after the kids were gone, Cas moved even further away and all Dean could do was sigh, completely defeated. 

     “Does that look like chemistry to you?” Ellen asked Bobby from their place on the sidelines, watching Dean and Cas as she spoke between pieces of popcorn.

     “Maybe in another dimension.”

     She hummed, popping another piece in her mouth, “I thought they would do well together, and I still think that, but I’m worried that if this doesn’t move forwards we might have to make a casting change.”

     “Maybe you should have a chat with them,” Bobby suggested, “maybe help them along. I know Dean’s trying but Castiel seems a bit on the shyer side then I thought he’d be.”

     She nodded, “I’ll call Dean in first, see if we can’t come up with a plan to get Castiel out of his shell a bit.”

     The two nodded to one another then continued on through the park.

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     A knock came at her door and Ellen looked up from the paperwork on her desk, “Come on in.”

     Dean popped his head in first, then he slowly walked inside and shut the door behind him, “Is… is everything alright?”

     Ellen closed the file in front of her and folded her hands over it, “You tell me, Dean. How’s things with Castiel?”

     Dean closed his eyes and sighed, this was exactly what he was worried about.

     She gave him a sad smile and gestured to the chair across from her, “Have a seat, let’s see if we can’t work this out.”

     He shuffled his way over and plopped himself down in the chair, smacking his hands on his thighs, “I… I don't know what the problem is. Is it me?!”

     She shook her head, “I don't think it's you, Dean, I really don't. I think we might just have a little case of stage fright. We’ve helped many of our other actors get over it, sometimes it just takes a bit of time and coaching.”

     “I thought that too, or that he was just shy, but,” he shook his head, “I’ve tried everything I can think of. I've tried talking, and most of the time I feel like I’m talking to myself, the most I get is a curt nod. I've tried suggesting we meet outside of the park to get to know one another a bit better, he usually ignores me when I talk about meeting up. I even said we could start with texting if that made him more comfortable but nothing seems to be working. I don't really know what else to do here, but I don't want to lose this job, I waited two years to get it!”

     She raised both of her hands in a calming manner, “Dean, sweetie, you’re not going to lose the job. Bobby and I picked you and Castiel as the actors to play these princes because we thought you were both perfect for the roles, so we are not about to give you up that easily.” Dean breathed a sigh of relief. “What we are going to do is help you guys figure this out and get everything running smoothly, alright.”

     Dean smiled for the first time since he entered her office.

     “Now we only have two days until Mickey's birthday bash,” she said, running a hand through her hair, “you and Castiel just keep it together for two more days until the party is over, in the meantime I’ll talk to Bobby about everything we discussed today and see what we can come up with to help, and once the birthday bash is over we’ll start. How does that sound?”

     Dean nodded, “Yeah, I’m sure we can manage a few more days.”

     “Great! Now, you head on home and I’ll see you in the morning.”

     He flashed her a smile then headed for the door, turning back before he opened it, “It's…” She looked up at him. “It's not that I don't like Cas cuz I do, I really do, and I’m sure he’s a great guy once you get past his outer shell. But I do want this to work between us, I want us to be close so that we can do the role’s justice. So I hope we can help him get out of this shell, and whatever you or Cas need from me in order to do so, I’ll do it. I want to help him.”

     “You’re a sweet kid, Dean,” she regarded him with a warm smile, “I’ll get started on a plan with Bobby right away. We’ll get you two in shape in no time.”

     With one last smile and a thanks, he left and headed for home.

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     With the conversation he had with Ellen running on a constant loop in his mind, the two days leading up to the birthday bash crawled by agonizingly slowly, but finally the night had arrived.

     He was in one of the change rooms with Cas, both finishing up the last details on their costumes before heading out. They had spent about an hour in silence as they got dressed, and Dean was starting to get annoyed but he tried to push that feeling down and remain calm. 

     “You excited for the party?”

     Cas made quick eye contact with him before just as quickly averting his gaze and merely giving Dean a nod.

     “How was your day off yesterday?”

     “Fine.”

     Fine… just fine? That’s all he got? 

     That was the last straw for Dean. He had been trying and trying and was getting nothing in return but short, and quite frankly, seemingly snarky responses. He finished fastening the clasp on his cape then turned to face Cas, eyebrows furrowed, “Seriously, man, what is your-”

     “Y’all ready?!” 

     Before he could really lay into Cas, Ellen walked in, stopping him before his anger could really get the better of him. 

     “The rest of the characters are getting lined up backstage by the balcony,” she waved them on to walk with her, and they followed her out, “just follow everyone else when they head out, stand and wave at the crowd, and once were finished with that you’ll head down to mingle with the guests. Alright?”

     They both nodded and lined up with the rest of the characters. They remained silent, neither even so much as bothering to look in the others direction as they waited. Once Ellen got on the balcony and announced the characters, they followed everyone forward, Dean not even offering his arm until they were a step away from the curtin.

     They stood on the balcony with the other characters and waved at the crowds below, and Ellen wasn’t kidding when she said this event always drew in a full house, it was even more crowded then when they held Dean and Cas’s event. 

     Soon enough Ellen called Mickey out onto the balcony and the characters plus the crowd below all came together to sing happy birthday. A very large, multiple tier cake was brought out in the process and everyone clapped as Mickey blew out all the candles with the help of his friends Donald and Goofy. And shortly after, the characters left the stage with the promise of joining the crowds below for the rest of the evening's festivities.

     And to no one's surprise, especially Dean’s, as soon as they were back stage and the curtains closed behind them, Cas let go of Dean’s arm and took a very obvious step to the side and away from him. It really pissed Dean off. 

     They were just about to head out, Dean getting ready to put on his happy face for the remainder of the night, and pretend like he and Cas were oh so in love, when they were stopped by a kid walking past them. 

     “Why aren’t you holding hands,” the little boy asked, pointing to both Cas and Dean who were feet away from each other at this point, “I thought you were in love?”

     Dean didn't quite know how to respond to this question, and clearly neither did Cas since he practically turned and ran away. 

     The kid looked to Dean, partly concerned and party devastated that Cas had just left like that, so Dean leaned down and tried to bullshit his way out of this without getting fired. “Prince Cas isn't feeling very well right now, I think he ate too much cake,” the kid giggled when Dean made a face at him, “I’m going to go check and make sure he’s alright, you go ahead and enjoy the party, I think the fireworks are about to start!”

     That seemed to satisfy the kid just fine, and Dean ruffled his hair before he ran off. Then Dean turned to chase down his ‘sick’ prince. 

     He caught up with him just outside the tunnel under the Magic Kingdom bridge, grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him inside, pushing him against the wall of the tunnel. 

     “What the hell-”

     “Yeah, what the hell is right, Cas!” He shouted, making Cas blink in confusion, “I’ve had enough of this. We've been working together now for over a month, we should be able to communicate with each other by now but I can't seem to get a handle on you.”

     Cas just blinked at him as Dean continued to hold him against the tunnel wall as he spoke, “You’ll hold my hand and smile in public, but as soon as it's just us you completely change. You won’t talk to me, you barely look at me, and as soon as there’s no one else around you’re pushing me away. Am I that repulsive to you?!”

     “I…” Cas stammered, searching for words, “It's not that-”

     Dean shook his head, “I have been trying to make this work between us, but you don't seem to wanna try in return. This is my second time trying for this job. The first time I was rejected before the interview even started, so this is my second chance at a job I have always wanted. I just want to make the kids happy and have a good time, to enjoy getting up in the morning because I love my job. But for some reason that I can't figure out, you don't want to be a part of this partnership. You’re so god damn closed off, and if you don't start opening up and actually making it seem like we’re as in love as we are supposed to be, then one or both of us is going to get fired. And I don't wanna lose this job! I had to wait two years for this second chance and I don't wanna blow it!”

     He waited for Cas to say something, anything, but he was met with the same silence and the same stoic stare he seemed to always get from him. 

     “Look,” Dean breathed deep, trying to calm down, “I need you to tell me now, before we get into this any deeper than we already are, whether or not you want to keep doing this. So do you? Do you want to keep being my prince?”

      It was no surprise to Dean when Cas just continued to stare at him, though he would admit he was a little disappointed.

     Dean let Cas go, taking a step back from him and just shook his head. This was it. He had waited two years, two goddamn years for this job and now he was literally watching it all go down the drain. He was going to lose this job and all hopes of ever getting another one the same, all because this guy couldn’t get over himself.

     “Forget it,” he waved Cas off, “maybe I can try again in two years if another position opens up-”

     Castiel’s actions had long since stopped shocking Dean, but when Cas suddenly grabbed him by the front of the jacket and pulled him into a long hard kiss, he had to say he was both shocked and thrilled at the same time.

     When Cas pulled back, but still had a grip on Dean’s jacket, it was Dean’s turn to merely stare at Cas. For the first time in his life he found he didn't Quite know what to say.

     “I…” Cas took a deep breath then looked Dean straight in the eyes as he continued with a new found confidence that Dean had to admit, he found slightly sexy, “I do not find you repulsive, Dean, it's quite the opposite actually. I am extremely attracted to you.”

     Dean’s eyebrows shot into his hairline, and still he couldn’t find the right words to say.

     “I just… I am afraid that I may look the part of prince but I have no idea how to act like one,” he sighed with a shake of his head, '' I was recommended this job by my godmother, Amara, who thought I looked the part and could easily get the job. I only did the interview to humor her, but it turns out she was right. But I am so extremely socially awkward, I never know what to say, and when I do seem to say something it comes out wrong. And I was trying to avoid being affectionate with you because I didn't know where your feelings stood, or even if you were interested in men. I didn't want to get too close to you and end up breaking my own heart in the end. I just… I don't know how to do this, I don't know how to open up to people.”

     Cas turned away from Dean, and Dean brought his face back to look at him, “This is a good start, Cas. And I can help you with all of that, all you have to do is ask. I’m here for you.”

     Dean held out a hand between them and smiled at Cas. Cas smiled back and took Dean’s hand, “Thank-you, Dean.”

     “And if you ever get stuck or don’t know what to say you can lean on me, we’re partners, we’re in this together.”

     Cas nodded, a small smile creeping across his face.

     “And as for the rest, I’ve never had an interest in a man before,” Cas looked down at his feet, trying to hide the disappointment in his eyes, “but I guess that’s because I just never came across the right guy, never met anyone that I thought was worth giving a chance, now I have.”

     Dean took Cas’s chin between his fingers and pulled his face back up to his, pulling Cas in for another kiss, this one he eagerly returned with as much passion as Cas. The two found themselves quickly tangled together, arms wrapped tightly around one another as Dean lifted him slightly against the wall. Their tongues met tentatively at first, but soon enough they were both ravishing one another under the Magic Kingdom bridge as the fireworks started going off over the castle beside them. It was the best night of Dean’s life.

     He let Cas slide back down to the ground, moving his lips from his and along his jaw, down his neck to suck on the skin there. Cas tilted his head to the side to allow Dean better access and groaned when Dean slid his thigh between Cas’s legs. 

     A particularly loud firework pulled Cas back to reality as he remembered exactly where they were, and pulled gently on Dean’s hair where his fingers had at some point ended up. Dean hummed against Cas’s skin as he continued to suck and rub his thigh against Cas, pulling more moans from the already breathless man. 

     “Dean,” he panted, “we should stop before someone sees, we are at a family park after all.”

     Dean chuckled into Cas’s neck and murmured into the skin there, “Yeah, you’re right,” he placed one last kiss on his neck before pulling back to look Cas in the eyes, “we should head back, I’m sure people are wondering where we went. And if we stay here any longer we might not be able to turn back.”

     Cas nodded, tightening his hold around Dean’s neck, “We don't want to get caught making out under the bridge, or worse.”

     Dean hummed and leaned into Cas’s space, “If I’m going to be a proper prince, I should really ask you out on a date first, at least take you to dinner.”

     “Are you asking?”

     “Are you saying yes?” Dean asked with a raised brow and a smirk.

     Cas leaned in and captured Dean’s lips in a quick kiss, “Yes.”

     “Good. Tomorrow's our day off, so you can finally give me your number,” Dean pecked his lips, “and I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six.”

     “Can’t wait.”

     They tangled together for one last passionate kiss before parting and heading back to the party hand in hand.

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     “I haven't seen them since we left the balcony.”

     “They can't have gone far,” Bobby said as he looked around, then tapped Ellen’s shoulder and pointed, “there they are.”

     They stood and watched as Dean and Cas came strolling in together from a pathway off to the side, arm in arm, “Are… are they smiling at each other? And talking?!”

     “Seems like,” Bobby smiled at the two as Cas giggled at something Dean whispered in his ear.

     As they continued to watch them in complete shock at this turn of events, a small group of kids ran past the two princes bouncing a balloon between them. The kids hit the balloon high into the air and it floated over to Cas and Dean. Dean chuckled as it blew into his face then hit the balloon back in the direction of the kids, which then started a small game between them as the kids continued to hit it back wanting them to play. 

     Cas took a small step back, not quite sure what to do, and Dean just wrapped his arm around him and pulled him back. He gave Cas a small nudge and whispered, “Play, it's okay, Cas.”

     Cas nodded to Dean then knelt down on the ground as the balloon came his way and hit it back to the kids. They were more than thrilled that Prince Cas was playing with them, and Dean stood back with an adoring smile on his face and watched as Cas laughed and played with the kids. Becoming more and more comfortable as they went, and Cas found himself really enjoying the game and the happiness of the kids.

     After a few rounds Dean decided to join in and knelt down behind Cas, wrapping his body and arm around him and placing his chin on his shoulder. As the balloon came closer, Dean reached out to try and beat Cas to it and ended up hitting the balloon backwards and into Cas’s face. The two burst out laughing, and the sounds of Cas’s genuine full body laugh had Dean’s gut doing flips. He loved the sound and never wanted it to stop.

     He stared fondly at Cas for a few moments, basking in the sound of his laugh, then moved in to place a soft kiss on Cas’s cheek, then his neck, then leaned his face to rest in the crook of Cas’s neck as Cas rocked them gently back and forth. 

     The kids ran off soon after to play together, waving to them as they did. Dean stood and pulled Cas along with him and kept him as close to his body as he could possibly be. 

     Bobby and Ellen watched with slacked jaws as Dean wrapped his arms around Cas’s waist, and Cas his arms around Dean’s neck. And as the second round of fireworks went off high in the sky above them, Dean leaned in and kissed Cas long and sweet. Definitely not the kind of kiss one would see between two actors playing a part, but rather one filled with a passion between two lovers, two soul mates who had finally found one another.

     “What… what the hell happened?!” Ellen turned a shocked look on Bobby.

     “I have no idea.” All he could do was shake his head.

     “Seriously, what the hell happened?!”

     Bobby looked between Ellen and the boys, who were still locked at the lips, then back to Ellen, “I am honestly just as confused as you are here.”

     “I mean, not that I’m complaining, this is great!” She gestured to the boys. “But I just spoke with Dean two days ago and he told me things weren't going too well between them. I was starting to worry that this might not work out, but this… this is excellent! It's perfect!”

     As his initial shock wore off and Dean and Cas parted just enough so their noses were still touching, Bobby was able to see the pure bliss on his nephews face as he looked at Cas. Bobby nodded once, a smile creeping its way onto his face, and said to Ellen, “That they are.”

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A/N: So there you have it my friends, tis the end! Buuuuuutttttttt..... don’t forget, I do have an epilogue still planned and waiting in the winds if y’all would like to read it and see what’s next for our two beautiful princes XD Just let me know in a comment or an ask, or feel free to shoot me a message, I would love to talk to you!

And, I would just like to say thank-you to anyone who read this and who made it to the end, you’re lovely. And to anyone who commented, you’re also beautiful! <3

If anyone would like to be tagged in any of my other destiel fics, please let me know!

I do have two that are currently WIP’s, you can check them out below...

The Thing About Blind Dates

Mountain High

Other then that I hope everyone enjoyed this, a big shout out to @purgatory-jar for the amazing art! Go check them out!! Another shout out to @kitsunecastiel who is my destiel sounding board and who puts up with me and all my ramblings about these two boys, you’re the best little sis <3

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[angelstrenchcoat-67]

Matchmakers

Pairing: Alex X Reader

Warnings: None yet

Series Summary: 

Since I joined the cast of Supernatural, 5 years ago, they have made it their mission to find me a boyfriend, but things haven't been exactly easy. But when a new face joins the cast, the Padaleckis, the Ackles, and the Collins take it upon themselves to use the hiatus to become matchmakers.

PART 1

The last couple of weeks have been pretty intense. With reshooting scenes, doing voice overs, and making sure everything is done for the season finale, I don't think there isn't any bone or muscle in my body that isn't crying for a good sleep. But of course there are stunts left to practice, and scenes that still need to be shot that I know will leave me broken, emotionally as well as physically.

"You look like crap" I hear Genevieve's voice before I even see her but then she appears next to me with a mocking smirk plastered on her face.

"That's what ending a season does to you" I sigh dramatically as I rest my back on the chair, a few bones craking. "Jared didn't say you were comming. Where are the kids?"

I lean forward, trying to look for them as Gen takes the seat next to me.

"Jared is somewhere showing off to Jensen how Odette is taller than Zep" Gen says, clearly not amused by her husband's childishness. "And Tom and Shep are playing with a helicopter Clif got them"

"As Odette's Godmother and Tom and Shep's favorite not blood related aunt, don't tell Danneel I said that, I deserve to see them first" I try to sound offended but Gen just rolls her eyes with a grin on her face. "Even before their father"

"So" Gen starts, and I already know the tone in her voice. "I've heard that you and Alex are getting along quite well"

"You and Danneel seriously need to find a hobby other than messing with my love life" I recriminate her with my eyes but she just laughs with a sparkle of guilt in her look. "She literally asked me that a couple of days ago"

"I'm just curious" She looks at me innocently but I know her better, her mind is already making some wicked plan. "You are single. He is single. It's just a thought"

"He is a really good friend, just that" I blush a little because I know that it's not just that. I mean, we are friends. But we are both aware that we are single so a couple of flirty comments have been exchanged, but nothing more. But Gen can’t know that. "He's okay, I guess"

"I've seen him, Y/N" Gen huffs, insulted by my way of minimazing how Alex really looks. "And 'okay' is not the word I would use to describe him"

"You are a married woman" I laugh but I know she is right. We've all seen Alex. He looks like the type of guy Disney would hire to play the prince in their next princess movie.

"But not a blind one" She coughs when we see Jared comming our way with Odette sitting on his shoulders, alongside with Alex and Jensen.

"Ladies" Jensen greets Gen with a soft kiss to the forehead, and sticks his tongue out to me. Classic.

"Aren't you guys supposed to be filming a scene?" I reach for Odette but Jared has to help me out since the height difference doesn't really allow me.

"Misha is currently running some lines with Ruth so we have a couple minutes to spare" I barely catch Alex's words over Odette's babbling. 

"Oh, that's good, I guess" I smile at Alex and I can see from the corner of my eyes, the look that Jared, Jensen and, Gen are sharing.

"Hey, now that they are both here, maybe it's a good time to tell them, Gen" Jared looks down at her wife as Jensen’s grin spreads across his face as he shakes his head a little.

"Oh, yes!" Gen's eyes light up and she looks between Alex and I. "Jensen's family, as well as Misha's will be joing us for the break. We are going to our beach house there so we thought it would be a good idea for all of us to go together"

"We are all planning to meet at the airport to start the trip together from there" Jensen jumps in, catching my attention. "I could look for your tickets if you decide to come"

A couple of days by the beach don't sound bad at lot, even if the guys want to use it to play cupid. I definitely need a few days to unwind and to relax with a few piña coladas in my hand.

"I would love to" I nod at Jensen, and I catch Alex bitting his lips, as if his trying to hold back a smile.

"Yeah, me too" Alex looks up and smiles at me. "Count me in"

"It's going to be amazing" Gen smirks widly as she winks at me. "I promise"

-

"I love that kid but sometimes I want to strap him to a chair, I swear" Danneel grunts as Zep keeps running away from her, constantly almost bumping in all the people that are in our gate. "I don't know why he is not like his twin"

I eye up Arrow, who's sitting next to JJ with a bottle between her chubby hands as she watches her sister coloring.

"Maybe he gets it from his dad" I let out in almost a whisper so that Jensen can't hear me, but when I turn around, he's glaring at me. "I'm kidding"

"West was a lot worse, I felt like if I wasn't careful, he would jump through the roof" Vicky exhales and I honestly feel bad for this woman, I love those kids, but I know the energy that they have. I've had to babysit them and I had to preper myself emotionally for the wild ride that is taking care of 8 kids.

"Everyday you give me more reasons not to have babies" I laugh, even though I know I actually want kids. Eventually, tho. In a far future.

"Oh but we want a mini Alex" Gen grins, which makes Vicky and Dee laugh.

"You are seriously still on that?" I roll my eyes, trying to hold the smile on my face. "Not happening"

"Oh, come on" Dee insisted. "I've catch him looking at you or the other way around, or that time on set when you were all over each other"

"We were not" I gasp, looking around to make sure Alex can't hear us. "We are just friends, even if you girls don't believe it"

"We know you are just friends, honey" Vick giggles and it's so quick, I almost miss it. "We are just going to make sure it doesn't stay like that"

"You are evil" I try to sound irritated but I know the grin that is creeping through my face doesn't allow me to.

Suddenly Jensen stands up, catching everyone's attention. Even Zep who can't seem to stop bouncing on the top of his carry on.

"So I'm going hand out the tickets" He starts sorting the papers through his hands. He looks up at me and then at Alex. "Alex, Y/N, since you guys joined later I wasn't able to book the seats with us but you'll be together, at least" Off course we are.

"Don't corrupt my child, Y/N" Misha is the first one to speak, making everyone laughs as I just feel my cheeks getting red and warm by the second.

"Okay, they are boarding now" Jared grabs Shep's hand and pushes their carry ons with the other. "Let's go"

We all start walking towards the gate and I can tell the little joke going around between the families as they giggle and share looks as they watch Alex and I walking side by side. This feels like middle school. We walk through the jet bridge, the kids running between us as they chase each other. A few 'stop it' and 'be careful' are shared between the parents and the kids, which only gets them more giggles from the five older munchkins.

We greet the flight attendants at the door of the plane as they guide us to our seats. Dee grins at me as Alex and I walk pass her since our seats are not with them.

"I think these are ours" Alex point at two lonely seats at the last row. There are a few seats taken close to us but overall lonely, the closest person is two rows in front of us.

Can they be any more obvious?

"Do you want the window or the aisle?" Alex asks me as he opens the overhead bin to place our carry ons inside. As he does so, his arms flex, making his biceps pop. Oh Chuck. "Y/N?"

"Uh, window" I blush as I realize he caught me spacing over his muscles. "If you don't mind"

"Not at all" His sweet smile spreads across his face and I push myself towards the window before I space out again.

-

"Y/N" I feel a soft tapping on my shoulder but I just shrug it off, pushing my face deeper into my soft pillow.

"Y/N" Something nudges me harder this time so I groan, ready to murder who ever dared to wake me.

"What?" I open my eyes only to find a very humored flight attendant and Alex blushing as I'm basically using him as my private bed. I feel my cheeks getting red by the second as I try to make up some words. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry"

I try to apologize to Alex as I move myself as far away from him as I can, until I feel my back touch the window.

"It's okay" Alex laughs as he looks at the flight attendant as she is waiting for me. "Mhmm, you have to order, Y/N"

"Oh, yes! Sorry" I look at her with a guilty look on my face but she just smiles in return. "I'll have apple juice and..."

"Chicken or meat sandwich?" The flight attendant replies as she notices that I don't know the options.

"Chicken will do" I try to ignore Alex as I grab the plate from her. "Thank you, and again, sorry"

She mumbles a 'it's no problem' before walking away, leaving us in dead silence. Great, now you have to make small talk.

"So, how long did I sleep" I question Alex as I unwrap my meal. He choose the meat one which actually seems better than my option.

"About an hour, I think" He smiles a little and then proceeds to take a large bite of his sandwich. "I slept, too"

I can barely make out his words but I manage to understand him somehow. We finish eating in silence, occasionally letting out a chuckle at the movie that's playing in the tiny monitors in front of us.

"I think I'm going to check on the others" I close my table, grabbing the left overs in my hands.

I try to push myself between the front seat and Alex's legs so he notices and tries to make as much space as he possibly can. While I'm squeezing myself past him, all I can hope is that there isn't any sudden turbulence that would land me on top of him. Please.

I manage to make it to the aisle without throwing myself on top of Alex so I give myself a mental high five. I walk to the back of the plane where a flight attendant takes my trash and helps me dispose it.

I make my way to the main aisle, looking for my entire group, which I thought they'd be easy to find since they are traveling with 8 kids so that means noise. But I notice they're sleeping when I find them, except for Tom, who's playing something on his iPad.

"Hi" I kneel on the aisle, between Gen and Vic, trying not to make too much noise since I would probably get murdered by all the grown ups if I wake even one kid up.

"Oh, hey" Gen smiles at me tiredly and I know she was almost falling asleep. "How's everything back there?"

"Good" I nod my head more than I should've, totally acting normal. "Nothing out of the ordinary"

"That's not what I saw" Vic raises her eyebrow as she looks for something in her bag. She pulls out her phone and then looks for something until she is basically shoving it in front of our faces. "Looks like cuddling to me"

I gasp as I watch myself resting on Alex's side as he has his head on top of mine, just as asleep as I am.

"When did you take that?" I try to grab the phone but Vic is quicker, pulling it away from my reach.

"When I went to the bathroom" She throws the phone back in her purse, giving me a triumphant smirk.

"Not even a day into the trip and you are already getting busy" Gen teases me as she wiggles her eyebrows exaggeratedly.

"I fell asleep" I grunt, pushing my head between my hands. "I wasn't doing it on purpuse"

"Sure, sure" Gen nods her head, with a mocking tone in her voice.

"Okay, I think I'm just gonna go" I stand up as Gen rolls her eyes, muttering something about me denying the truth.

I walk back to my seat to find Alex watching something on his phone. He looks up at me and then proceeds to give me space to take my seat. I'm about to say something when the flight attendant speaks through the microphone. Her words are really hard to make out but I manage to understand that we are starting the landing process. "Finally" I sigh, putting on my seat belt.

"Good to know you enjoyed my company" Alex laughs, obviously teasing me.

"I didn't mean it like that" I roll my eyes. "Besides, you made a really good pillow"

"Good to know" He grins so before my cheeks give me away, I look out the window.

-

Before we left the airport to drive to the Padalecki's beach house, we decided to rent some cars. Obviously each family picked a car so Alex and I are sharing a car together. Just the two of us.

"So what are you must excited about?" Alex asks me as he drives while I look out the passenger's side.

"Just relaxing in general" I breath out as I catch a beautiful house in a distance which I asume is the Padelecki's. "You?"

"Just getting a little bit of sun" Alex slows down as we aproach the house, Jared driving in front of us and Jensen and Misha following behind. "I love Canada but I seriously need some warm weather"

"Tell me about it" I sigh as I feel the beachy breeze through the car window. "I can't wait to get off this clothes and into my bikini and just take all the sun"

"Make sure to invite me" Alex winks at me and parks next to Jared's. He's out of the car before I can even react.

I don't give myself time to blush because I'm Y/N. I can flirt if I want to. And he is not going to intimidate me. Well, at least I won't let him know that he does.

Alex comes up at my side, opening the door for me so I take my chance. "If you keep being such a gentleman, maybe I will" I hold myself by his bicep before giving it a light squeeze. I walk towards the others and I know Alex is walking behind me, trying to hold back a smirk. I know this because I am doing just that.

"Let's get the luggage inside so I can show everyone their room and then we could go down to the beach to watch the sunset" Gen suggest as Jared unloads their bags from their car.

"Y/A" Gen calls me as Alex goes back to the car to get our things. "The house has four rooms so we are all taking one so..."

"Let me guess" I roll my eyes as Jared and Gen share a guilty but totally on purpose look. "Alex and I are sharing"

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Sooo, this is my first Supernatural story. I don't know why I chose Alex as my first because I'm usually a Sam girl, occasionally a Dean girl, too. This is the first part of the series, I don't intend to make it really long but we'll see as we go. Hope you like it and if you got any tips or recommendations, just let me know! English is not my first language so bear with me if I make any mistakes. Thanks ❤️

[kumkaniudaku]

Mama’s Home!

A/N: This is my last little blurb before I tuck away to finish KOS. Who knows how long that’ll take. I just really wanna devote all my time to getting it finished so that I can work on the possible sequel(s). Until then, here’s some fluff. Consider it the prequel to the Daddy Duty series. See you soon!

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 2,014

There comes a point in every person’s life when you become tired.

Not physically tired, though that can function as a symptom, but tired of the current direction in life. You feel unfulfilled, underappreciated, and simply uninterested in continuing on your current path. 

With the day that you had at work, you were finally tired. The job itself was filled with exciting opportunities and the chance to around the game you’d love since you were three years old. The office was a different story. What started as a fun and relaxed environment during the early stages of your career in Los Angeles was slowly turning into a hotbed of confusion and catty office politics. It was mentally exhausting to drag your body out of bed at 6 AM, kiss your husband and children goodbye, and walk into a place that seemingly caused more stress than the enjoyment it provided when you started.

In addition to draining the life from you, corporate America was pulling you away from your family. Before marrying Chadwick, you were adamant about continuing to work regardless of the family dynamics that came into play. A husband and kids would never keep you away from your dream occupation.

 Then you had Micah and you began to sing a different tune. Working, for both you and your husband, had pulled you away from one too many dance recitals, parent nights, and soccer games. With Noah beginning to hit milestones on his way to the six-month mark, the thought of missing his first word or steps because of work was harrowing.

Walking into your home with the weight of the world on your shoulders, you took a deep breath to release the stress of the day. By 1 o’clock, you were over being stuck in your office, receiving more complaints than solutions, and decided to “work from home” for the rest of day. That was code for falling face first into your side of the California king in the master bedroom and sleeping until it was time to pick up Micah from school and usher her to soccer practice.

“Hey, boy, I’m the wrong parent. Ain’t no milk in these.”

“Mamamamamamama.”

“Your mama ain’t here, but I’m about to drop you off with her.”

You followed the spirited conversation between father and newborn son to Chadwick’s “office”, which lately had become Noah’s playroom and Chadwick’s hideaway when he the noise of the house became too much.

When you pushed opened the door, you paused at the threshold to observe the bonding moment. The Lion King blasted in the background while Chadwick sat on the beat up sectional and suspended Noah in the air above his head. Mimicking a bench pressing motion, Chadwick repeatedly brought Noah’s pudgy stomach to his face to blow raspberries into the child’s soft flesh, pulling high-pitched giggles from your son. Both of them were shirtless, making you smile outwardly while cringing on the inside.

“Why doesn’t he have on a shirt?”

Chadwick’s head whipped around to give you a wide-eyed stare that dissolved into a smile. “Baby! What you doing here so early?”

“Don’t try to ignore my question, Ashy,” you laughed on the way to stand behind his seated position on the couch. Noah kicked and gurgled as you got closer, wiggling out of Chadwick’s grasp and into your arms for a hug. “Hello, my prince. Can Mommy have some kisses?”

Your husband watched with a smile as Noah dropped wet, open-mouth kisses on both of your cheeks in response to your display of affection. “Damn, so Daddy don’t exist?”

“Should we give DaDa some kisses, Pookie?” You listened to Noah babble his response and smiled. “I think so, too. You go first.”

Noah awarded his father’s request with more wet kisses as he switched between parents before you leaned over the back of the couch to press your lips onto Chadwick’s.

“Why you here so early?”

“Why doesn’t he have on a shirt? I’ll answer your question after you answer mine.”

“It’s easier to clean his chest 100 times than to change his outfit 100 times because he can’t stop drooling. Sounds like somebody else I know. My baby always has a wet ass pillow.” Your light gasp and playful push to the back of his head made him howl with laughter which transferred to Noah. “Your turn. Why you here so early?”

“I don’t feel well.”

“You “don’t feel well” as in you’re catching a cold or you might be pregnant again “don’t feel well”? Because you say that every time you’re about to tell me we’re having a baby.”

You sighed while running your hand over Noah’s hair, “No, not this time. I think I just need to lay down or something. I’m gonna go upstairs and take a nap. Wake me up when it’s time to get Mikey.”

Your intention was to crawl into bed and take a nap to clear your head, but the men in your life had other plans.

Chadwick turned up his nose and looked to his son for answers, “Does Mama think she’s gonna leave us for a nap?”

“Mama!”

“Exactly. She can nap right here! C’mere, girl.”

“Aaron, stoooop,” you whined as he gripped your wrist to tug you back. “Let me go lay down. Please!”

“Nuh uh. Come over here and lay with us. What’s the point in going all the way upstairs to sleep when we got all this room on the couch? It’s time for this boy to take a nap anyway. C’mon.”

The will to fight was left in your office over thirty minutes ago. If laying next to Chadwick on the couch would offer some sort of relief from the headache building in the depths of your cranium, you would give it a shot. 

With your bottom lip poked out like a petulant child, you trudged around the couch to join the boys.

Chadwick wasn’t content with you simply sitting beside him. He pulled you into his lap with ease, cradling you in one arm and Noah in the other. Your son’s chubby arms extended to get your attention and beg to be in the safety of your warm embrace. You happily granted his non-verbal request, placing him on your chest and rubbing circles on his bare back. Together, all of three of you crowded into one section of the couch in close contact to watch the Disney movie on the flat screen.

In the silence, Chadwick would glance down at you and his child, wishing that Micah was home from school to complete the bonding moment. Any time he got to have the three pieces of his world on his lap and in his arms, he welcomed with enthusiasm.

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong? I know it’s more than wanting a nap.”

You sighed and snuggled into his chest, “I think I’m done working outside the home.”

“That is...not what I was expecting. Tasha Nicole Greene-Boseman wants to stop working? I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Not stop, completely,” you stressed. “Maybe change directions? I don’t know. My head is all over the place.”  

Noah’s deep breath and desire to cling to your shirt as he drifted in and out of sleep made you smile. Had you been at work, you would’ve missed this moment. Chadwick noticed the sadness beneath the happy expression, prompting him to use his index finger to tilt your head upward.

“I get it. I think about it, too.”

“About leaving the industry?”

“Sometimes,” he sighed. “It’s been a good down period this last year, but things are about to ramp up again. I might miss his first real word or his first step. FaceTime and videos help me to stay in the loop and all, but it’s not like being home with them and you.”

“I wouldn’t want you to give up your passion to stay at home.”

“You wouldn’t have to. I’d do it in a heartbeat if it came between watching my family grow.” Craning your neck, you looked up to meet the sincerity present in Chadwick’s eyes. “You’ll know when it’s time to come home. And, when you’re ready, we’ll be happy to have you here every day. Especially this one.”

“Oh yeah?”

“He calls for you all day. He’ll look over there,” Chadwick explained, using his finger to direct your attention to the large portrait of you on your wedding day. “Reaching for you and wiggling around. Noah adores you.”

“What about Noah’s daddy? How does he feel?”

A small smirk embedded smile lines into Chadwick’s flawless skin before he leaned down to brush his lips against yours. “He feels like the luckiest man in the world. You’re my best friend and the woman I love. Whatever you decide to do will have my full support. If you want to stay home, we’ll figure out how to set up this space for a shared office. If you wanna keep working, we’ll work on getting a nanny. Whatever you want.”

“Thank you, baby.” You accepted another gentle kiss and sighed. “The only thing that would make this any more perfect is if Micah was here.”

“With Boop in here, there’d be no sleep for *anybody*. My girl is the life of the party. I wonder who she gets that from?”

“I don’t know! I was a homebody.”

“Says the woman that couldn’t wait until we were 21 so she could drag me to Magic City when I visited her in Atlanta one summer.”

“You say drag as if you didn’t wanna go!”

“That’s not the point,” Chadwick laughed. “All I’m saying is your party animal ways have been transferred to our little girl. Now, my boy is the calm one.”

“He’s my sweetheart. Watch this.”

Chadwick’s eyebrows quirked in curiosity as your smile dropped into an exaggerated frown. Small whimpers that doubled as fake cries out Noah on alert. His head popped up to look at you through glossy eyes to be sure that you were “crying.” For the first time since Chadwick had given it to him to silence his real tears, Noah pulled the pacifier from his mouth to pop it into yours. Satisfied with the way you “calmed down”, the youngest Boseman returned to his resting position with his thumb in his mouth.

Chadwick laughed with amazement and shock etched across his face. “When did he start doing that?”

“A couple days ago. He heard me yawn and thought I was crying. That’s my sweet boy,” you cooed as you cuddled him close to your chest.

Comfortable quiet settled over the room, leaving ‘Can You Feel the Love Tonight’ to play in the background. Though your eyes were closed, you were far from slumber. Thoughts of having the time to take Micah to school every morning and teaching Noah from home until he was ready for kindergarten swirled into a beautiful fantasy, bringing a smile to your face. Being at home didn’t mean you had to start working. Consulting was an option and Yvonne was always reminding you that she’d love to add you to her event planning employment roster as the head of her administration department. Granted that meant becoming the fourth person on her team in total, but the opportunity to work with your best friend was exciting.

“What’chu smiling about,” Chadwick asked when he caught you mid-fantasy. “You’re supposed to be asleep.”

“Oh, nothing. Just about how fun it’ll be to work at home and see my babies all day.”

“So you’ve made your decision?”

“I think I have,” you answered while smiling up at him.

He dropped a kiss on your forehead, “Good. You know I’m always here to help.”

“I’m glad you said that, because -”

“Here we go,” he groaned.

“What? We just have a few things to move out of here! Starting with this couch.”

“This is my favorite couch, baby!”

“We’ll get a better one.” Chadwick started to open his mouth to protest, but you silenced him with a kiss. “A better one. Mama’s home to stay!”

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The Renovated Home Office 

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[ofharrie]

“I’ve just done something insane,” He began to talk without returning your greeting. “And I don’t reckon you’re going to like it.”

“You’re making me nervous, love,” You laughed, pausing what you were doing and took the phone by your hand. “Am I gonna have to break up with you?”

“No, no!” He quickly defended, followed by a chuckle. “Nothin’ like that. It’s only something minor. But I still think you won’t like it.”

“Go on then, don’t make me wait,” You urged him to continue.

“I got a haircut.”

or

the one where Harry, after a good couple of months of having long hair, finally got a haircut

word count: 1.5k tags: smut (this is literally just smut lol)

masterlist

(A/N: this was only meant to be a very very short blurb but my fingers slipped)

The familiar sound of your phone ringing interrupted the music that you had put on whilst attempting to bake cupcakes. It was Harry repeatedly calling out for you to answer your phone, a custom ringtone he recorded that you were convinced he only made to annoy you. You quickly wiped your hands on your apron before answering the call from your lovely boyfriend.

“Hello?” You answered, tucking the phone in between your ear and your shoulder as you began wiping down the benchtop.

“I’ve just done something insane,” He began to talk without returning your greeting. “And I don’t reckon you’re going to like it.”

“You’re making me nervous, love,” You laughed, pausing what you were doing and took the phone by your hand. “Am I gonna have to break up with you?”

“No, no!” He quickly defended, followed by a chuckle. “Nothin’ like that. It’s only something minor. But I still think you won’t like it.”

“Go on then, don’t make me wait,” You urged him to continue.

“I got a haircut.”

Now those four little words wouldn’t be such a big deal to the average girlfriend. In fact, most girls beg their boyfriends to get a haircut. But, in your case, you absolutely adored Harry’s long hair. You often called him your “sweet Disney prince” due to his luscious locks that were, more often than not, accompanied by his charming dimpled smile and a twinkle in his bright green eyes. It was hard not to love Harry with his long hair.

So when he told you he had gotten his hair cut, all you could ask was, “How short?”

“Short enough,” He replied vaguely. “Like, uh, soldier short? I’m not really sure how to describe it. I’ve just had to cut it for the movie.”

“What?” You asked, seemingly confused. “Can you just send me a pic, then? So I know whether I should pack my bags and leave before you come home.”

“Hey!” He exclaimed, feigning offence. “You’ll see it when I get home, alright? I’ve got to go now. I’ll text you when I’m on my way home. I love you!”

“Hurry up and come home!” You replied followed by a quick “I love you too!” before hanging up.

Between the time that you’d finished baking and icing the cupcakes and Harry coming home, you just sat on the couch, watching telly and twiddling your thumbs in both excitement and nervousness. It wasn’t that you’re shallow or anything. Hell, you’d still love Harry even if he shaved off all his hair. But you loved Harry’s long hair. You always begged for him to keep it. You liked brushing it, putting it up in a bun, grabbing at it when he’s eating you out. Harry’s hair was one of the many things you love about him but you knew that he eventually would have to cut it off. You just didn’t think it’d be this soon.

You heard the door opening and you quickly rushed to it, welcoming Harry with a short peck on the lips before standing back and observing his new hairstyle.

It was short. Much shorter than you expected it to be. But, gosh, does he look good. You’ve never seen him with hair this short but he pulls it off so well that you were at loss for words.

“What’s the verdict then?” He asked as the two of you walked to the kitchen. “Does my beautiful girlfriend like it?”

Like it would be an understatement, you thought to yourself.

“Are you hungry?” You asked, avoiding his question.

“What?” He asked, confused as to why you didn’t answer him.

“I said,” You began to speak again. “Are you hungry?”

“No, we had catering on set today,” Harry replied, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Are you tired?” You asked.

“Not really,” Harry answered. “We mostly just went through our lines. What’s going on?”

“Are you alright to stand up for a solid ten minutes?” You asked him, trying to bite back the smile that was creeping up on your face.

“Yeah, I guess?” He replied, cocking up an eyebrow at you.

You then cupped his cheeks with both of your hands before pressing a long and lingering kiss on his pink lips. “Good. Because I really want you in my mouth right now.”

This earned you a low chuckle from Harry. He then pulled you closer, slipping his tongue in your mouth as one of his hands slithered down to your bum and gave it a cheeky squeeze. You quickly swatted his hand away before pulling back from the kiss and getting on your knees.

Harry was leaning back against the kitchen counter, one hand behind him for support and the other placed on the crown of your head as you began unzipping his plaid trousers. You pulled them down and began mouthing at his boxer-clad cock that was beginning to harden by the second.

One thing that Harry absolutely loved, apart from eating you out, was receiving a blowjob from you. He remembers sitting in your bedroom and teaching you how to give one as you’ve previously confided with him that you’ve never given one before. He laughed at first, finding it adorable that his girlfriend was inexperienced. Those laughs soon turned into moans as you eagerly applied his instructions into practice and made Harry spill his hot load in your mouth.

“Stop teasing me, love,” Harry said, looking down at you with lustful eyes.

You giggled at his request, pulling down the band of his boxers just enough to expose the head of his cock. You placed a gentle kiss on it before giving it a lick that caused Harry to let out a small moan. You continued licking it and giving it an occasional suck before fully taking off his boxers.

Harry’s cock was huge, to say the least. It used to always intimidate you and make you nervous that it wouldn’t fit inside you. But Harry definitely made you comfortable and familiar with his cock that you practically worship it every chance you get.

“So big,” You complimented your boyfriend, stroking his ego even more. “Can’t wait to have it in my mouth.”

“You can have it now if you want,” Harry replied cheekily, giving you a smirk.

“Patience, baby,” You replied before kissing the tip.

You took his hard cock in your hand and began licking around it, tracing the vein that runs along the length of his cock with your tongue. You then put your mouth back on his tip, swirling your tongue around before putting a quarter of his length inside your mouth.

“Holy fuck,” Harry muttered under his breath as he watched his cock slowly disappear into your mouth.

You maintained eye contact the whole time as you slowly bobbed your head up and down, trying to ease yourself into deepthroating your huge boyfriend. Your eyes fluttered close in pleasure, loving the way Harry tasted. It drove Harry absolutely crazy seeing you be insatiable and take pleasure in sucking him off.

One of your hands reached up to his balls to cradle them, earning an embarrassing whimper from your boyfriend. You felt Harry tugging at your hair and gently trying to put more of his cock inside your warm mouth.

“Please fuck my mouth,” You pleaded, getting the message from Harry as soon as he started pulling on your hair.

“You need it so bad, don’t you?” Harry teased before pulling you off him. “Practically gagging for it.”

“Need it so bad, Daddy,” You said deviously. You knew the effect that word has on Harry, especially when you use it to get what you want from him.

“You’re so bad,” Harry commented, giving off a low chuckle before using one hand to cup your cheek and the other wrapped around his thick length, proceeding to feed it to you. It wasn’t long before Harry was properly fucking your mouth, the quiet sounds of his cock hitting the back of your throat driving him insane and coercing a string of swear words out of him.

“Such a good girl for Daddy, aren’t ya?” He asked, pausing his thrusting for a second before slowly easing himself deeper and holding your head still, your nose pressed against the light patch of hair on his lower abdomen. “Stay, stay, stay.” It was said in a low whisper, Harry’s eyes shut closed and his jaw slack. He could feel you swallowing against him, taking his cock just like he’s taught you to.

“I-I’m, fuck,” Harry began to stammer as he went back to thrusting in and out of your eager mouth, looking back down and seeing how much you’re enjoying yourself. “”M gonna cum...Y/N…”

His thrusts began to grow unsteady and with a soft cry of your name along with a few swear words muttered under his breath, you felt his hot load traveling down your throat in hot spurts. You felt Harry’s hand slowly loosen his grip on your hair and you proceeded to bob your head a few more times and gave his tip a sloppy kiss that made your boyfriend hiss before completely pulling off.

“So, I take it you like my new hair?” Harry asked, slightly out of breath and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“It’s okay, I guess.”

[daysswithyou]

(You)th

Characters: DAY6 Jae x OC

Genre: fluff, slice of life, romance

Words: 2k

Description: What better time to live and discover than now?

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Youth.

The most confusing yet thrilling time of your lives. It's that time where you're neither here nor there. You're too big for the children clothes but too small for the adult ones. It's the time when you try to do adult things and get away with it. It's that time where everyone starts to ask you what you want to be in future, what are your plans for marriage and university when you can't even decide what you want to eat for breakfast. It's the time when you resent the world for the littlest of troubles, feeling like it owns you something.

And to Jae: what better time than now to live life to the fullest even with all this hatred against the world?

So this is how you ended up in the passenger seat in Jae's truck, embarking on a road trip to God-knows-where.

"ARE YOU READY FOR IT Y/N?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Let's get it!"

Jae then raved the engine before taking off towards the highway at high-speed

 12am;

On the way to the highway, the music from the pubs and clubs surrounding the both of you competed with the music coming from Jae's stereo, his head bobbing wildly to the beat. You couldn't stop the infectious fun from affecting you too, and you bobbed your head to the music as well, although less violently than Jae. When the light turned green, Jae sped off and the orange tunnel was 500 metres away. Anticipation built inside of you as both of you approached the tunnel; you especially loved the part when you whoosed into the tunnel, and in that instant everything hollowed out around you. That moment came as soon as you thought of it, and you let of a howl of joy when it happened.

Over the roar of the tunnel, Jae yelled something out.

"Get up!"

"What?"

"I said get up!"

He then tapped the glass hatch above both of you before sliding it open. You finally understood what he meant but you were a little afraid to stand out on top. What if you got blown off the truck? Jae clearly saw your hesitation and placing his hand on the small of the back, he pushed upwards and when the first blast of air hit your face, it felt like you were born again. It was scary at first, but slowly, as you got used to the cold air whipping at your face, you spread your arms out like wings and let out a yelp of joy, feeling the pure excitement vibrating deep within your bones.

Life’s a little like that isn’t it? Everything is a little scary at first, but once you learn how to enjoy it, it becomes the best ride of your lives.

 1am;

Jae then pulled up outside a 24 hour pizza joint and quickly ordered smoothies and pepperoni pizza for the both of you.

“How was the ride just now?”

“Absolutely thrilling, though I thought I was about to die.”

“Relax girl! You’re fine now!” Jae then shot you a wink, to which your response was rolled eyes. When the food came, both of you tucked in heartily and Jae was literally stuffing his face full with pepperoni and chocolate milkshake. You laughed at the sight – Jae looked like a literal hamster now. All was good until Jae decided to steal your cheese fries from under your nose – and no one ever stole your babies.

“JAE!” Without hesitation, you launched a pepperoni across the table, landing squarely on his glasses. Jae shot you a look from beneath his glasses and in a slow, low tone, he announced:

“This means war Y/N.”

“Fight me.”

And so he did. For the next few minutes, both of you had a food fight, throwing fries, pizza and sauces, despite the disapproving looks from the few lone customers in the place. You swore you saw someone taking a photo of the both of you, that is probably going onto some gossip site with the headline “PESKY TEENAGERS” but honestly both of you could care less. Both of you were in a fit of giggles, too focused on getting the other to admit defeat. Finally, Jae raised the white tissue and you sat there with a smug smile on your face, basking in the glory of your small victory.

Such was life – you have every right to celebrate the victories no matter how small, even the nonsensical, crazy ones.

 2am;

Once both of you had managed to calm down from the food fight, Jae had magically materialised some mixtapes and was like an eager puppy for you to hear them.

“Quick, quick put them in!”

“Alright Jae I’m getting there!”

Nodding at him once the headphones were slotted comfortably around your ears, he punched the play button and listened to Jae’s honey voice float out from the little mp3 player he had. As always, Jae had you floored. He sang effortlessly about the stage and music, asking the crowds to never forget him even years down the road.

“Don’t ever forget me,

Cherish me so that you can feel me,

Call me,

Remember me,

So that I can be forever.”

To someone that didn’t know Jae, he might seem like a self-obsessed man that simply wants the fame and undying attention that comes from adoring fans.

But you knew better. You knew what Jae was really trying to say. He was asking the crowd to enjoy the music together, a silent promise that he will stay with them forever, and continue to repay them with good music each day.

To understand someone, you simply have to find the language they speak and understand that.

“That was breathtakingly beautiful Jae, your fans would be happy to have you.”

 3am;

“Where to next Jae?”

“It’s a secret.”

“Oh come on! You know I can’t stand the suspense!”

“Nope. Not telling. Just sit back and relax, I promise fun and non-stop cuteness.”

“Wait did you just say cuteness?”

“You bet a million dollars I just did.”

You spent the whole ride coming up for theories and launching them at Jae, your never-ending endeavour in hopes of getting him to reveal the answer. Jae simply smiled in disbelief at your perseverance, but his lips were kept firmly shut. (though not in a literal sense)

“Ok we’re here now.”

“A dark alley? What are you trying to do, get away with murdering your best friend?”

“Geez no! Just step out and you’ll see what I mean.”

Leaving his headlights on, he stepped out and you decided to follow, afraid of being left alone in the dark. The moment you got out, you were asaualted by kittens. Heaps and heaps and heaps of kitten. Kitten of all shapes and fur coats lined the entire alley and you had to clap your hands over your mouth to prevent your squealing from reaching the rest of the sleeping neighbourhood. In hushed tone, you screamed to Jae.

“THIS IS GREAT OH MY GOSH I LOVE YOU THANK YOUUU!” You nearly pushed Jae off his feet when you jumped into his arms to give him a bone-crushing hug. When you bolted off to play with the kittens, Jae was left dumbfounded, his heart thumping wildly in his chest, his cheeks bright red. You however, were too engrossed with playing with the kittens that you failed to notice the boy’s bright cheeks.

For the next hour, Jae became your personal photographer, capturing photos and candids of you as you befriended as many kittens as you could, the graffiti filled walls serving as a nice backdrop. You even asked to take photos with the occasional dog that strayed past and Jae loved watching as happiness radiated off your face.

After all, people capture shots of those they fear losing the most.

 4am;

“Are we finally getting a break now?”

“You can say so… though not quite what I had in mind.”

You raised your brows at the paradox – how can something be yet not be?

You found yourself standing atop of a hill with a big willow tree right in the middle. Clear stars shine overhead, the night blue skies making them seem even brighter.

“May I have this dance?”

“Hmm?” Turning to face Jae, you found his hand extended towards you as slow jazz music played from his CD player. Placing your hands gently in his, you let Jae draw you into his arms as he swayed the both of you gently to the beat.

“This feels like some scene from a Disney movie.”

“It does. Except that I’m no princess.”

“We can be the prince and princess just for tonight.”

“Alright.”

Jae was an absolute gentlemen, although he doesn’t look the part in his oversized jeans and sweater and battered sneakers. That night both of you danced till your legs ached, the echoes of your laughter rolling down the hill as Jae soaked up every bit of it. He wished he could store your laughter forever; such a pure sound warming up his heart.

It’s these simple little things that make life worth living for.

 5am;

After that little dancing session, Jae promised some rest and drove both of you down to the beach where both of you sat at the back of his truck.

“Tadah~!” Jae whipped out a carton of beer and held them up high, looking at a proud kid that had just shown his mother his first drawing in school. However, you were unimpressed.

“Really Jae, beer at 5am in the morning?”

“Treat it as an early morning breakfast.”

“This is hardly nutritious.”

“No matter, cheers!”

Despite your initial disapproval, you clinked your can against his, sipping on the bitter but later on sweet beverage.

“You’ve got a beer moustache haha.”

Swapping the pad of his thumb across your upper lip, Jae got rid of it, leaving you wide-eyed in the aftermath of it. Sure, he was your best friend, but he had never dared do this sort of things with you. Why the sudden change of heart? You continued to stare at Jae as he plucked the strings to Maroon 5 “Sunday Morning”, his velvet voice warming up your heart. After a few more sips of the beer, the alcohol buzzing in you happily, you shouted out the lyrics as Jae strummed his guitar next to you. You didn’t care if you woke up the whole world – you just did as you wished, taking another chug of your beer.

Sometimes, you just got to forget the rules and live life a little on the wild side.

 6am;

Tired from the impromptu singing session, you lay your head on Jae’s shoulder, listening to his steady breathing and the gentle waves lapping against the shore. Slowly, the sun rises from the horizon and both of you watch in awe as the golden lights spreads over the landscape, gently waking up the world. That’s what you love so much about the sunrise – they teach you that each day is a new beginning, a new day to make a new change in your life. However you like, whenever you like it.

And it seems like Jae was thinking the same thing.

“Y/N…”

You looked up and found Jae looking at your lips with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Yes?”

“I’m…” He swallowed thickly, and you dared him to kiss you with your eyes.

“I’m going to do something really reckless Y/N forgive me.”

Placing a hand on your cheek, Jae locked lips with you, staying still then moving them slowly, taking his time. You felt it all at once, the thrill of this all. Here was young, reckless Jae kissing you senseless and you let yourself be carried by him, doing your best to remember all these experiences forever. After all, isn’t this what youth is all about?

It's that time when you try to figure who you want to be in this confusing world when everyone tells you what you should be. 

[padfootagain]

Human Birthday Gift

Happy birthday Ben! Today is the big day!

Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1633

He checked the screen of his computer again, but you were not connected. He took a look at the time, heaving a sigh.

You were 30 minutes late.

He knew it was probably because of your work. Because of the distance between the two of you, you were supposed to talk to him during lunchtime, when it was late at night for him already.

He had been thousands miles away from you for months now and it was killing him. It was his job, he had to travel around the world as the movies required him to. And he knew you understood and didn't hold it against him, but your understanding didn't change the fact that he missed you like he had never missed anything in his life.

You called each other every single day, and you always remained talking about your day for hours. But it wasn't the same. It made the distance between the two of you more bearable to hear your voice every day, but it wasn't enough. He craved for breathing your perfume again, and feel your skin against his, and run his hands through your hair, and just... hold you tightly against him and kiss you.

He had never felt so desperate about a girl before. It was one more proof that what was happening between the two of you was different from anything he had ever experienced.

Anyway, he felt miserable, waiting for you to finally take a break for lunchtime.

And one more thing was coming to sadden his mood : it was his birthday.

His castmates had dragged him in a pub and bought him a cake, and they had joked about his 'old age' all day long. It was kind, and he couldn't deny that he had spent a great time. But today more than any other day he missed you terribly.

And he didn't want to spoil everything, but he couldn't help but be annoyed by the fact that you were late.

He turned on the TV, looking at the time again.

32 minutes late.

Ben heaved a deep sigh, rubbing his eyes, and changing the TV channels without caring about it. Still waiting...

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the little hotel room he lived in as long as he was filming in this town. Ben frowned hard, wondering who could want to see him at such an hour. He checked his computer one more time, but you were still absent. So he jumped down from his bed, and walked to the door.

But when he opened the door he found...

...you.

You were standing there, with a mischievous grin on your face and a birthday cake in your hands. And for a second he thought he was just hallucinating. Not enough sleep and too much work for too long had finally played nasty tricks on his sanity. So he merely stared at you, motionless, gaping, while you offered him your birthday cake.

"Happy birthday!" you cried, still grinning.

But he merely frowned in response, and you flinched.

You had hoped for a warmer welcome...

"Y/N?" he breathed. "But... you're supposed to be in L.A. You're... You're supposed to be at work."

"I took a holiday," you answered. "And I flew here, and bought you a cake, and played the tourist all afternoon, before meeting you here."

Your smile widened in amusement at the sight of his shocked expression.

"You didn't really think that I would let you spend your birthday alone in a creepy hotel room, did you?" you said softly.

A grin slowly formed on his face. And you could see that he didn't believe what his eyes were seeing.

"So here I am," you added. "I'm your birthday gift! I hope you like it."

He laughed, although you could hear that his throat had tightened, and you saw withheld tears shining in his eyes.

The next second he had wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against him.

"I love this gift," he whispered in your ear. "Best gift ever."

"I thought you might like it," you answered with a warm smile, trying not to drop the cake as Ben captured your lips with his.

It had been months since he had left but you still felt the same. The same tickles wherever his fingertips brushed your skin, the same fireworks as he pressed his lips to yours, the same erratic beating of your heart at the mere sight of him...

You had missed him like Hell... And you were sure he had missed you just as much.

He guided you inside his hotel room, closing the door behind you.

You smiled at the sight of his computer resting on his bed.

"Sorry about the little lie," you said as he took the cake from your hands, his grin never leaving his handsome face. "I had to make sure you would be here when I arrived, or the surprise would have been completely pointless."

He put down the cake on his bed, and in the blink of an eye, you were back in his arms.

"You're forgiven," he laughed, dropping sweet kisses all over your face and neck.

You giggled under his mad kisses, running your hands through this smooth hair you had dreamt about every night since he had walked into this damn plane.

"I missed you so much," you whispered, holding him tightly against you.

You rediscovered the feeling of his chest rising and falling in rhythm with your own as he breathed, his intoxicating scent, the tickling of his short beard against your cheek...

You had him deep under your skin, and there was no use denying it.

"I missed you too," he whispered, pressing his lips to your temple. "I missed you so much, Y/N."

"Your job sucks," you joked, and he laughed against your skin, the sound bringing a smile to your lips.

"I know it does," he replied. "Although, you were not complaining that much about it when you bragged about dating a Disney Prince before all of your friends..."

"Shut up."

You both laughed, sitting down on his bed, and you planted candles on his cake.

You started to sing him a happy birthday out of tune, and he laughed, before blowing out the candles.

You both laughed, as you put down the cake again and gave him a knife for him to cut the food.

"So... how do you feel? Any change from yesterday?" you asked, teasing him.

He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"I'm just famished, this cake looks amazingly good," he answered.

"It is," you nodded.

He raised an eyebrow.

"And how could you know that?" he asked.

A sheepish expression appeared on your face, before you would slowly turn the cake so that he could see the trace of your finger across the icing.

"I couldn't resist," you admitted.

He let out a laugh, one of his bright, and somehow childish, laugh and started to cut the cake.

"You had to check to be sure I would like it," he teased.

"Exactly," you nodded.

"What a sacrifice for me!"

"I hope you are aware of how much of an effort it was too me."

"I'm sure it was close to torture."

"Actually, not eating the whole cake while I travelled across the city to get here was a challenge," you added, both of you laughing.

You ate the whole cake - it was way to delicious for any of you to stop before there was nothing left of it - talking about your work, and his stunts, and your failing computer, and his difficulty in learning his lines these days because he started to be too tired to focus on anything... and basically everything that had happened in your lives these last few days.

"For how long are you staying?" he asked, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"One week," you answered, putting the empty plate down on the ground.

"I'm sorry I won't be able to be with you much," he said. "I'm still working."

"I know, it's okay. But you're not going to work all night long every day, right?"

"I hope not."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

"Thank you," he breathed. "I needed this. I needed to see you."

You lowered your lips to his neck.

"I couldn't leave you here all alone for your birthday, could I?" you said, feeling him shudder under your lips.

"I love you," he whispered.

You smiled against his skin. It was not common for the two of you to speak about your feelings yet. Perhaps it was too soon in your relationship. Perhaps you were both a bit afraid by how strong these feelings were, and how vulnerable they made you.

"I love you, too, Ben," you whispered as well, your tone matching his.

He took your face in his hands, brushing his thumbs against your cheekbones, and crushed your lips together. You couldn't refrain a moan as he grazed his tongue along your lower lip, and you grant him free access to your mouth. And for a long while, you remained kissing as if your lives depended on it.

"I love you," he repeated between two kisses. "I love you so damn much..."

You grinned, stroking his cheek gently, taking a second to look into his dark eyes.

"Ben..." you whispered.

"Hmmm?"

"I think it's time for you to unwrap your gift."

He laughed, still staring at you, and a second later you were both lying on his bed, laughing and kissing again.

The next day he had huge dark bags under his eyes, because of the lack of sleep you had forced upon him.

His director was not pleased at all.

And Ben didn't give a damn.

[pebble-xo]

The Secret (e)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

[a/n: if you click on the lyrics, the song will play]

The credits rolled on the second Disney movie of the evening, signalling the bedtime of Baekhyun’s own little princess.

“I think that was my favourite,” Baekhyun exclaimed enthusiastically, stretching out his arms and legs before hugging his daughter against his side. In truth, all the princess films he had been made to watch since finding out he had a daughter were starting to blur together into handsome princes, catchy singing and good triumphing over evil. However, the Disney torture was bearable because of the smile it put on Zoe’s face.

Like the one she was beaming at him right now.

“Really Daddy?” she asked brightly, turning on the spot to face him properly and curl up like a little puppy.

Baekhyun ran his delicate fingers down her rosy cheek, smoothing her hair back off her face. “Definitely in the top ten,” he replied, beaming down at her with an ecstatic smile.

Zoe looked down at her hands, nibbling on her bottom lip like she was nervous about something. Like she had something to say.

Frowning a little, he smoothed his hand through his daughter’s hair and lifted her chin up so her bright eyes were blinking up at him. “Is everything ok Zoe bear?” he asked in a sweet voice, continuing to caress her soft skin in the hopes of coaxing out whatever she was wrestling with in her little head.

She pouted her lips a little, chewing on the inside of her mouth. At first, Baekhyun didn’t think she would tell him, but then she reached for Mr Snuggles, needing the soft comfort he provided, and stared up at him with big innocent eyes. “Why are you and Mummy not together?” she asked in a quiet voice, immediately dropping her gaze.

Baekhyun couldn’t help but sigh wistfully, his mind picturing you in front of his eyes. Despite being rejected and his heart completely crushed, he still wasn’t over you.  Every time he saw you, his heart would lift in a moment of pure happiness … and then your indifference to him left him shattered. He still had hope, but what was that worth when you wouldn’t even give him a chance?

“It’s complicated sweetie,” he replied weakly, jutting out his bottom lip. In his heart, he wished things were different: that the fact that he loved you was enough. However, he had to admit that there was nothing simple about his relationship with you.

Zoe frowned in response, her cute little features scrunching up in an expression that made her look very similar to Baekhyun. “Don’t you love her?” she asked. Clearly she didn’t understand how something that was so simple to her was so complicated for him and why should she? She was only five.

“Of course I love her,” he quickly answered, the words coming out of his mouth like a reflex. No matter what, he’d always love you. He always had. “I’ve loved your mother since we were friends in school,” he told her truthfully, not wanting to lie to his daughter. He was proud of his love for you, even if you didn’t return his feelings.

His daughter’s face immediately brightened up into an excitable smile, her brown eyes sparkling. “Then why are you not together?” she asked, squeezing Mr Snuggles tight against her body. “It doesn’t sound very complicated to me.” Of course it wouldn’t sound complicated to her. The only love she knew was the love she saw in Disney movies and they had the habit of ending happily forever.

“Well for starters, your mummy doesn’t love me,” he replied, trying to mask the sadness in his voice.

“That’s not true,” Zoe countered swiftly, pouting her lips with a shake of her head. “She’s always looking at photos of you on her phone and she cries a lot more now too,” she explained quietly, like she knew she was saying something she shouldn’t say. After she spoke, she lifted Mr Snuggles to her face and hid behind him shyly.

His heart soared with elation. There was a part of you that still loved him. He had always hoped that would be the case but to actually hear that his hopes could be true, it warmed his body and filled him up with renewed possibility. And then Zoe’s words replayed in his head and his heart cracked a little. “She’s been crying?” he asked with a broken voice.

“She thinks I don’t hear her but I do. I know she misses you and loves you, even if she won’t say so herself,” Zoe said very maturely, her face peeking out from behind Mr Snuggles.

Baekhyun sighed softly, stroking his fingers down his daughter’s face. “It’s still very complicated sweetie,” he replied wistfully. “Your mother told me she doesn’t want to be with me,” he tried to explain. He didn’t want to raise her hopes along with hers. His heart was used to feeling crushed.

Zoe’s heart was still so innocent and pure with no cracks from disappointment or rejection - exactly the way it should be.

“That’s because she’s lying,” Zoe implored with a roll of her eyes. “We just have to show her how much you love her.” Her wide innocent eyes melted Baekhyun on the spot. There was so much hope within them, a child’s mentality that anything and everything is possible if you just try.

Pursing his lips together, he dropped his gaze and stared down into his lap. “I don’t know Zoe bear.,” he replied reluctantly. A part of him didn’t even want to try. He wasn’t sure if he could face rejection again.

Zoe sat up on his lap, making it so that he couldn’t see anything else apart from her small face. “I can help you. We could plan a surprise for her,” she exclaimed enthusiastically, her eyes gleaming at the thought of an adventure. “Please let me help!” she pleaded cutely.

Like he was ever going to say no to her beautiful face. “We can try,” he started, watching a smile light up his daughter’s face. “But you have to be prepared for the fact that Mummy might not love me as much as you think.”

“She does,” she replied smugly, her eyes scrunching up in satisfaction.

Baekhyun laughed lightly, tucking the loose strands of hair off her face and behind her ears. “When did you become a little Cupid?” he teased, pinching her rosy cherub cheeks.

She beamed a huge smile up at him. “I helped Elle ask out her boyfriend at school,” she declared proudly.

Furrowing his brow, Baekhyun pouted his lips out. He didn’t think his daughter would be talking about boyfriends so young. “Do you have a boyfriend Zoe bear?” he asked, uncertain if he would like the answer he would get.

“Ew!” Zoe squealed, her face screwing up in disgust.

“Good!” he settled, ducking his head to dot a little kiss on her cheek. “Keep it that way.” Wrapping his arms around her back, he held her close and got up from the sofa, lifting her with him.

“For now though, you need to go to bed.”

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One of the good things about Zoe having her father in her life was that every so often, you got to take a break from being a mother and spend some time with yourself. It was time you learnt to treasure and not waste. And so you painted. You locked yourself up in the third bedroom at the end of the hall and lost yourself in the paint, letting your imagination expand and project itself onto the blank canvas.

That’s where you were when the doorbell rang, snapping you out of your painting trance. Wiping your paint-covered hands down the front of your apron, you abandoned your paintbrushes and headed towards the front door, just as another sound of the doorbell pealed through the air. “I’m coming,” you shouted, frowning at your door-ringer’s impatience.

More words were going to pour out of your mouth as you opened the door, only to come up short as your eyes fell on the handsome man standing in front of you. “Baekhyun,” you breathed, his name on your lips feeling like a stab to your heart.

He cocked his head to the side cutely, raising his hand up in an awkward wave. “Hi,” he said softly.

One word … he’d only said one word and already your heart was pounding hard and fast in your chest, your head spinning dizzily in a flurry of emotions. Even though it had been months since you had dinner with Baekhyun, since you broke his heart and your own too, your feelings for him had remained unchanged. You still loved him and cared for him, and that was why you kept it all a secret from him.

Getting over your moment of shock, you looked past him down the corridor of your apartment building, wondering where your daughter was. “What are you doing here? Where’s Zoe?” you asked in a panic, your mind jumping to every worst case scenario.

“Don’t worry about Zoe, she’s perfectly fine. Jongin took her to a puppy cafe with his niece,” Baekhyun explained, running his hand through his hair and flashing you his charismatic smile that turned your insides into mush.

You frowned at him, not understanding why your daughter wasn’t with her father like she was supposed to be. “That doesn’t explain what you’re doing here Baekhyun,” you retorted, your heart aching as you tortured yourself with his name.

He took a step closer to you, his hands buried in his coat pockets. “I came to see you,” he explained, his aftershave wafting around you like smoke and clouding your mind. “I want to take you somewhere,” he added with a flash of his teeth.

Your hand gripped your front door tightly, holding onto it for support so you didn’t fall ungracefully into his arms like an idiot. “I’m busy right now,” you replied, preparing to shut the door on his face before your eyes filled up with tears and slipped down your cheeks.

“The painting can wait for a moment,” he told you, taking another small step towards you so he had his foot in the doorframe. “Just come with me … please.”

His breath-taking smile was just like Zoe’s - and you had a hard time saying no to her smile too.

Your hesitation was enough for Baekhyun. He leaned forward and folded his hand into yours. The touch sent shivers through your body and you couldn’t find it in you to pull away. Instead you let him pull you out of your apartment, closing the door behind you. “I promise you won’t regret this,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across your hand to reassure you.

Seeing no way of getting out of this, you sighed softly and gave up any resistance, allowing yourself to be pulled into the elevator. It was only once you were faced your reflection in the mirrored doors that you realised how abruptly this was all happening and how completely unprepared you were. Your hair was still in its messy bun on the top of your head and you were still wearing your apron covered in paint smears in every colour under the rainbow.  “I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me where you’re taking me,” you commented to Baekhyun, removing your hand from his with a hard yank.

“And ruin the surprise?” he quipped, his lips curling into an agonisingly handsome smirk. He reached forward for the buttons, confusing you even more when he pressed the one for the top floor.

You didn’t say anything, just furrowed your brow and pouted your lips in confusion. Why was Baekhyun taking you to the top floor? You didn’t know anyone up there and as far as you knew, neither did he.

He remained silent too, although you could see the smile he was trying to hide through the mirrored doors.

The doors opened and Baekhyun stepped forward, looking over his shoulder with his hand reaching out for you to take. The look in his eyes made you melt on the spot, the air momentarily vacating your lungs and leaving you breathless. Why did he have to be so handsome?

Every rational part of your brain was telling you not to take his hand, that you would only be making things worse if you took his hand and gave him an ounce of hope for both of you. However it was the illogical part of your brain that had control over your arms and legs, making you step closer and wrap your hand around his. You knew it would probably lead to more trouble but you couldn’t help but indulge yourself. Your overwhelming feelings for Baekhyun were too much to ignore.

“Follow me,” he murmured coyly, pulling you out of the elevator and along the corridor. Like you had a choice. You’d never been up to the top floor before. You had absolutely no idea where he could be taking you. As he turns out, he was taking you to the end of the corridor, to a door that had the words ‘ROOF ACCESS’ printed on it.

The roof?

Flashing a little wink at you, he pushed the door open and pulled you inside to a dimly lit staircase. Without a word, he led you up the stairs to the roof … where your surprise was waiting for you.

A little corner of the roof had been decorated, with fairy lights twinkling like stars and candles illuminating a path. As you walked close to inspect everything, the smell of lavender hit you like a wall. Little purple plants surrounded the candlelit path, the sprigs of lavender fragrancing the air and drawing you in. The scent reminded you of your younger years- but how did Baekhyun remember that? When you were in school, you used to find it hard to sleep with all the stress of school, until one day Baekhyun gave you a lavender plant for your windowsill. That night was the first night in weeks that you fell straight to sleep without any problems. Since then, you’d always been drawn to lavender.

And then you noticed Baekhyun in the middle of it all, standing in front of a huge white grand piano. “Surprise!” he declared with a smile, holding his arms out in the air and gesturing to the beautiful set up he had created.

Slowly you walked past the candles to where he was standing, taking a deep breath in of the lavender scent. “It’s not my birthday?” you joked, taking a long look around at the lights and lavender so it was permanently etched into your memory forever.

“But it is a special day,” he answered, reaching out to take both of your paint-covered hands in his. “Day one.”

Your face screwed up in confusion. “Day one of what?”

“Of the rest of our lives,” he answered, pulling you towards the piano so your back was pressed against it.

You tried to move and get out of his grip, not liking the way this conversation was going. You’d already tried to break his heart once before, you weren’t sure you had the strength to break it again. Your heart hadn’t even started to mend itself from the last time you broke it. “Baekhyun, no,” you tried to argue, wrestling your hands out of his grip.

“Just give me five minutes,” he pleaded, his warm chocolate eyes wide. He placed his hands on your hips, lifting you up and setting you down on top of the piano. “Just give me five minutes to say what I have to say and if you still want to go, I won’t stop you.”

Looking down at your hands in your lap, speckled with paint and pencil smudges, you took a deep breath in and tried to calm the butterflies in your stomach. “Five minutes,” you agreed, attempting to not be so affected by his dazzling smile (and failing miserably). It was going to be a long five minutes.

“Listen to the words,” he instructed softly, moving around to the piano bench and sitting down, stroking the keys with his long elegant fingers. The music softly drifted into the air, following the direction of his fingers on the keys. You recognised the melody immediately, something in the back of your head telling you that you had definitely heard the song before, although you couldn’t remember where or what the song even was.

And then Baekhyun started singing, his voice comparably only to an angel.

“Dreams are like angels

They keep bad at bay

Love is the light

Scaring darkness away

I'm so in love with you

Make love your goal

The power of love

A force from above

Cleaning my soul

Flame on burn desire

Love with tongues of fire

Purge the soul

Make love your goal”

Without realising it, salty tears trickled down your cheeks. You hadn’t heard this song in years, not since Baekhyun sang it to you in the practice room at school. It was probably the song that made you fall in love with him, his angelic voice awaking your heart. Hearing him sing the song again, you were suddenly flooded with all the memories. It felt like you were falling in love with him all over again.

He played the final chord on the piano, his voice trailing off and the air around you descending back into silence.

You wanted to say something but you didn’t know what. You couldn’t find the words to explain how you were feeling. Instead you tried to move, slipping off the piano, only to find your legs had completely turned into jelly so you just crumpled to the floor in a heap.

Baekhyun was instantly by your side, on his knees in front of you with wide wondering eyes making sure you weren’t injured. His hands warm from the piano playing reached up to cup your cheeks, brushing the tears away with a swipe of his thumbs. “I remember singing that song all those years ago, secretly wishing you would figure it out that I was singing it to you, that I was in love with you.”

Looking up at his face through bleary eyes, you found his warmth chocolatey stare and couldn’t let go of it. “I couldn’t forget that day even if I tried,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotions that were on the brink of spilling out.

“I know it’s hard loving me and it’s completely selfish of me to ask you to sacrifice the normal life you lead right now, but I don’t think I can live without you,” he declared, softly brushing his thumbs across your cheeks while you watched the tears slowly fill up in his eyes. “These past few months have been torture for me, having you in my life again and not with me in the way I want.

“At first, I believed your words. I believed you didn’t love me and that you really had no feelings for me, but now I’m not so sure. I can’t imagine anyone else I would rather spend the rest of my life with, and it’s not simply because you’re my daughter’s mother.” His voice wavered and a single tear slipped down his cheek. “I think I’ve always loved you since the moment I met you. Can you really tell me you don’t love me too?”

No, you thought honestly in the privacy of your own head. With all the emotions coursing through your body, you couldn’t find it in you to lie. Not to the only man who would ever hold your heart. “I never stopped loving you.” you confessed quietly, dropping your gaze to your lap.

Baekhyun shuffled closer, his hands sliding off your face into your lap, taking your hands and twisting your fingers around his to offer you comfort. “I’ve tried to live without you, tried to pretend that I was ok with my heart being crushed into little pieces but the truth is I can’t. You are the only person for me.”

You looked up and met his teary eyes with your own.

“You’re the only one who can put my heart back together,” he murmured, his soft voice sending shivers through your body.

Letting out a shaky breath, you closed your eyes to stop the tears before your chest broke out in sobs. The past months had been torture for you too. There had been nights when sleep would refuse to come and you’d just stayed up all night crying until you were completely exhausted. You kept trying to deny your love for Baekhyun in the hopes that one day it would get easier and your heart wouldn’t hurt so much.

But you were wrong.

You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. No matter how hard to you tried to move on, you were undeniably and unequivocally in love with Byun Baekhyun. No one else in the world made you feel the way he did, like you were the only girl in the world and no one else mattered.

Yet nothing about your lives had changed. Baekhyun was still a famous idol and you were just a simple illustrator. Your hearts were compatible but your lives weren’t. “Nothing’s really changed Baekhyun,” you murmured softly, opening your eyes but refusing to look into the dark pools of chocolate that made your stomach flip with nerves. “None of our problems have changed.”

“I’ve changed though,” he replied, a gentle pleading in his voice. “I know what I want more than anything and it’s you. If I have to give up singing to be with you, then it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

Your eyes immediately flashed up from your lap, scanning the serious expression on his face for any signs that he was joking. “I don’t want you to give up what you love,” you mumbled quickly, taking one of your hands out of his to wipe the wetness from his cheeks. “You were born to be a singer. People will hunt me down with pitchforks and torches if they found out I was the reason you gave up singing.”

“Are we in medieval times?” he joked with a light laugh, a smile brightening up his face.

You rolled your eyes. Forever making jokes.

“We can get past the fans and the press,” he tried to convince you, his spare hand coming up to cup your cheek gently. His touch was warm and soft and driving you crazy. “If we tell them the truth and ask for privacy, then maybe they will respect our wishes and leave us alone so we can get on with our lives.” By the tone of his voice, he was trying to convince himself as much as you. Neither of you knew how the press would take it, or his fans who were so loyal to him.

Your heart hurt to have him so close, to feel his touch all over your body radiating warmth. It was a struggle not to let your mind be clouded over by having him under your touch. “And if they don’t accept us?” you countered, your mind stuck on the worst case scenario. You couldn’t live your life hated by so many simply for falling in love.

“Then we deal with it … together!” he responded with conviction.

He moved his hand underneath your chin, tilting your face up to see his bright eyes and soft pink lips. And then he was kissing you, his lips pressed hard against yours, his hands losing themselves around the back of your neck and along your lower back until he was pressed right up against your body. With your lips parted, his tongue gently ran itself along your bottom lip, tasting you and groaning in pleasure. Your body reacted too, your hands buried in his soft hair, your teeth capturing his lip and tugging gently to elicit another moan.

When you finally came up for air, you were awkwardly sat in Baekhyun’s lap, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your forehead pressed against his. “Does this mean you’ll give us a chance?” he asked, the quivering in his voice giving it away that he still thought you could reject him.

“I couldn’t say no even if I wanted you,” you whispered, watching his lips pull up in a breath-taking smile. You couldn’t resist dotting a little kiss on them.

He shuffled you off his lap and got to his feet, pulling you up with him. “I have one more surprise to show you,” he hinted softly, intertwining his fingers with yours and guiding you towards the edge of the roof that overlooked the front of your building.

Opposite your apartment was a playground surrounded by a field of grass. Usually it was filled with children running around screaming and having fun, Zoe included most evenings. However, now it was empty. Instead there were little lanterns lined up in the field, perfectly spelling out the words ‘i love you’ for you to read.

And beside the loving message, your daughter stood, waving her arms in the air from side to side.

“This was just in case the song didn’t work,” Baekhyun whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his head on your shoulder. “If you hate it, then it was all Zoe’s idea,” he joked, placing a little kiss on your cheek.

Turning in his arms, you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him up against your body. “I love you too,” you whispered, tugging his face a little closer so you could kiss his soft pink lips. Everything suddenly felt so right, your heart beating fast and in time to Baekhyun’s. This was where you were supposed to be, wrapped up in his arms, kissing him like there was no tomorrow, because this was the only place you would ever feel completely loved despite your flaws and shortcomings.

“I guess this is day one then,” you mumbled, smiling up at him for the first time in months.

His gentle fingers ran down your face from your temple to your lips. “Of the rest of our lives babe.”

The End

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