#very cute and fluffy and cheesy finally because my brain has just been full of smut haha

[yallthemwitches]

Inconspicuous and Warm

A little fluffy first date for @jilytoberfest Day 5, prompt “Get the car packed, throw me the keys. Run away with me.” 

We love when James is a cute sappy idiot~ AO3 link here!

Wear something inconspicuous and warm.

-J

Marlene looked at the note, turning it around as though new words would appear from a different angle. 

“Any thoughts?”

“Yeah, you’re going on a date with a nutter.”

Lily sat on her bed. She had been in a state of dressing and undressing for the past half hour, nearly trying on everything in her trunk that would be remotely considered either of the two adjectives written on the piece of paper. 

Lily threw another jumper into the heap of clothes on the floor. “It’s like he is trying to mess with me or something–”

“And what? Sabotage his own date? I mean, you have seen him since you said yes right? The bloke practically has heaven’s light bursting out of his ears he's so chuffed.”

Lily moved to the ground looking at all of her discarded clothing, feeling defeated. It felt so good to say yes to him, to watch his face completely twist into joy from the word, she couldn’t turn back now. 

She dug her hand through the pile and pulled out a muggle dress she usually only saved for holidays at home. Pulling it over her head, she lifted her arms to Marlene in an indulgent shrug. 

“I think it’s as inconspicuous and warm as it’s going to get.”

Merlene nodded.“He’s going to piss himself when he sees you in that.”

******

Marlene wasn’t too far off. As she approached him in front of the great hall, his eyes turned wide and glassy, like he was set in front of a moving piece of art.

“You look incredible–”

“Thanks. You look—like a muggle.”

It wasn’t completely out of the ordinary to see James in a muggle shirt, but today he was in full regalia, complete with brown suede jacket that Lily knew was currently the rage in muggle circles. 

“Remus helped me—though he didn’t love being my personal shopper.”

His eyes shifted from one side to the other, a hand twitched up to his hair and curled through the front strands before contracting in realization and falling back down to his side.

“You look good too–I’ll make sure to thank Remus for his efforts.”

“Yeah?” 

His eyes twinkled up at her, lips twisting into a grin. Lily felt her face flush again. He really did look good–so good in fact that she wondered if they could just call off the outing portion all together and cozy up near the common room fire….

“C’mon Potter,” she said, abandoning her own thought before getting too caught up, “time to go be inconspicuous and warm somewhere.”

James barked out a laugh but was clipped short by the sight of Lily’s outstretched hand. He carefully reached out and threaded their fingers together, a paragon of happiness. 

“Wow—I’ve always wanted to do this.” He kept looking down at their interlaced hands which hovered between them. 

Lily snorted, pulling him along into the crowds of students bustling towards Hogsmeade. His hand felt warm in hers, calloused but strong. He gave her a quick squeeze, almost like he was reminding himself that she was real flesh and blood beside him. With any other bloke it would have been annoying, but that was the unnerving part about him, he made everything bearable. 

“Woah, Evans, where do you think you’re going?”

James tugged her hand back as she continued to walk where the main doors and the stone path to Hogsmeade village began. Lily stopped, watching the throngs of students weave past them like an endless stream. 

“Uh, Hogsmeade? You know, the place you have asked me to go on a date with you since fifth year?”

“C’mon Evans, that’s not original!”

She gave him a scrutinizing glance. He was being serious. Maybe they were just going to bum around the castle—

James pulled her towards the diverging path towards the main gates. It was rare to ever go back to the main entrance unless leaving for school holidays. The path empty, Lily walked at a reluctant pace while James ushered her onwards, face growing ruddy by the cold wind coming off the lake. 

“James, if this involves any sort of rule breaking–”

“Indulge me.”

She snorted. “Something tells me this isn’t going to be the last time I hear you say that.”

James cocked his head to the side, flashing a cheeky grin. “Are you implying that there will be more dates after this one?”

“Depends on what kind of rule breaking we are doing,” she quipped.

“The kind you will like–I hope.”

They crossed past the lake and into the small wooded area that lined the barrier of the main gate. As the stone structure approached, James fished into his pockets, pulling out a hefty set of keys that seemed too bulky to be easily hidden in his jacket.

“Don’t be angry–I nicked them from Filch, but I promise to give them back.”

He looked sheepish as Lily gave him a warning glare. 

“Please, Lily–”

“Go on with it then, we are already here.”

He dropped her hand to search through the keys. With his hand gone, the cold rushed into her palm and she missed the comfort it brought to have a part of him against her. She realized that it had been keeping her stable, staving off the nerves that now rushed back into her stomach.

The gate clicked open. James tucked the keys back into his jacket, then reached back for her hand. Warmth spread into her at the reconnection.

Now officially off Hogwarts grounds, James stalled in front of the gate and air of nervousness shrouded him again. 

“Right–so. Before we get on with it I wanted to tell you something–”

She could feel his hand quivering in hers and she instinctively reached out her other arm to grasp onto his shoulder. 

“I…really like you Evans.”

She couldn’t help but laugh from the ridiculousness of it all.

 “Potter, you didn’t need to break us off of school grounds to tell me that.” His expression didn’t waver.

 “Evans—indulge me.”

“There’s that word again–” Lily teased and James flushed, pouting. 

“Ok, sorry, go on—you like me.”

“I like you,” he repeated, “So much. I want to know everything about you.” The wind ruffled some of her hair into her face and James used his free hand to brush it away, thumb lingering against her cheek.

“We’ve spent seven years in this bloody castle together and I still feel like I’m picking up bread crumbs of who you are, but every piece is brilliant.”

Lily felt herself going absolutely red. He was locked in, his gaze unwavering on hers despite the nervousness that jumped in his eyes. 

“There’s a whole part of you I don’t even know—but I want to. So, I thought–”

“Please don’t tell me you are proposing to me Potter.”

She was only half kidding. His gaze had been so intense, sincere. But instead of becoming bashful, he took it in stride, squeezing her hand.

“Don’t worry, that comes later,” a grin cut through the nervousness before he continued.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. And it will mean a lot to do it with you.”

She felt his arm wrap around to the small of her back and he pulled her in tightly to his chest. He smelled like spice and woods, like an autumn day that echoed in some far off memory. Despite the nerves, the awkwardness of a first date, the compliance to rule breaking, she would have been perfectly happy if they stayed right there, swaying in the cold air, suspended from the rest of the world. 

“You ready?”

He didn’t wait for her to answer. The forest shifted around them, blurring into just refracted beams of color. She closed her eyes to not feel sick, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest. 

Noise. Lots of noise. Muggle noise. She took a deep breath, blinked open her eyes. A car rushed past, halting quickly as the light at the end of the block turned red. Men and women in muggle clothes rushed past them, perfectly oblivious to the embracing couple who had appeared just moments ago. 

James let her go with the exception of her hand, fingers still threaded from when they first left to the grounds. 

“Woah.”

He said it on instinct, like seeing a great wonder of the world. His head darted in all angles, trying to take in everything at once. All the awe that James directed at Muggle London, Lily directed at him. She had known she was a witch for seven years. Lived among friends who knew she was a muggleborn and came back to the muggle world every time she stepped out of school grounds. None of them, none of them, had ever once asked what life was like outside of those walls. Not until now. 

“Will you show it to me?” She hadn’t realized he had turned back to her. She could feel tears bubbling in her eyes, but blinked them away.   

“Yeah–definitely.”

He smiled, relieved. An excitement buzzed through him. It was infectious, like everything about him.

She pulled him down a side street, falling in step with crowds of muggles continuing their daily lives, hand warm in his. No longer distinguishable from the rest.

[ghost-kitty]

Ok, this was VERY difficult, but here I go: Nsfw. Phone sex. Lawlu. AU 💕😍

Anything for you my love <3 I hope you like it!!! uwu

Something feels wrong, Law thinks as he wets his finger to turn the page of his novel – a cheesy romance story that he’s only reading because Shachi recommended it to him. The bastard. ‘You will absolutely love it,’ he said, ‘the main character is a doctor,’ he said. Yeah, only that he forgot to mention how fucking bad and cheesy it is. But he keeps reading it anyway because the medical inaccuracies are kind of cracking him up. Only internally of course. Maybe a slightly louder exhale through the nose here and there.

It’s entertaining if he’s being honest and yet he very much intends to give Shachi an earful later.

He’s cozy, sitting on his comfortable couch in his pajama pants and his favorite fluffy blanket with polar bears on it wrapped around him. A cup of freshly made coffee nearby to round it all up. A perfect way to spend his day off, really. But…

There’s something missing.

But what could it be? He has everything he needs to spend the entire day in perfect peace and quiet...

Ah. That’s it.

He loves to have some silence and time to himself to relax. It’s just that since Luffy moved in with him, he hardly ever gets it nowadays. And now that he finally has some time to himself without a shouting nuisance around it feels kind of… weird.

He really was looking forward to this week, with Luffy gone to visit his grandfather with his two brothers. But now that his energetic ball of sunshine isn’t around to get on his nerves he actually really misses it. Oh what can he say; Law just really loves his boyfriend despite him always nagging about Luffy’s loud nature.

As if on cue his phone starts buzzing. Law smiles softly when he reads Luffy’s name on the screen. The smile disappears soon though to make place for his jaw to drop to the floor.

He can’t believe what he’s seeing. He expected to see his adorable boyfriend to smile his bright grin at him when he saw that there is a picture attached. What he didn’t expect though was to open the file to not see a smile on his boyfriend’s face, but a small ‘o’ formed by his rosy lips instead. His big eyes are glazed and filled with lust, soft skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat and good lord – Law gulps – three fingers deep inside his asshole.

“Torao~  I miss u” reads the message but Law can’t even really piece the letters together to understand the sentence. His brain is reeling as he takes in the sight of his beautiful boyfriend, naked and probably breathing heavily. Fuck! His pajamas are already tenting, his cock now wide awake and interested.

The next message comes soon.

“Torao I’m so lonely… I miss your cock so much!”

Before Law even can make any sense of the situation his phone buzzes again. Another picture.

Law almost drops his phone to the floor as he opens the message, hands trembling from excitement.

Subconsciously he has started to palm himself through his pants and he licks his lips as he stares at the image.

Luffy has his legs spread wide open, the arm holding the camera probably hooked underneath his knee to get the right angle. Oh and what a heavenly angle it is!

His cute little cock is pressed flush against his abs, balls looking full and heavy and fuck… his hole is stretched wide open and gaping. The picture is slightly blurry probably due to Luffy’s hand shaking. He can see it in his mind perfectly, how Luffy is panting and trembling as he pleasures himself, soft moans escaping his lush lips.

Shit! He could cum right then and there just from remembering how hot and tight his hole is, how it clenches around his cock while he mercilessly pounds him into the mattress until he can only whine Law’s name in ecstasy.

He takes a few labored breaths, trying to calm down a bit before he finally answers.

“Fuck baby, are you that needy? Missing my cock that much already?”

His phone vibrates again, only this time it’s a call. Law answers it immediately and god is he glad that he did. Luffy should always greet him with such a sinful moan. “Law,” he mewls, his voice weak and hoarse. “I- ah… I miss your cock so much… please… Need to hear your v-voice!”

That’s it! Law can’t wait any longer. He pulls his throbbing cock out of his pants and starts to stroke himself in the same rhythm as Luffy’s ragged little huffs coming through the speaker. “Fuck baby,” he growls, “you’re such a naughty boy. Aren’t you worried about your family hearing your filthy little moans?”

“N-no… they are out of the h-hah house…”

Law speeds up his pace, jerking off ferociously. “Oh yeah? How comes, that they left you behind?”

“Law-!”

“Tell me!” he demands, getting a needy whine as a reward.

“I… I told them that I’m n-not feeling well…”

Law smirks. “Oh? You lied so you can send me all these lewd pictures to get me all hot and bothered? What a good boy you are.”

The teen lets out a loud moan, almost sending Law over the edge with how sensual it sounds. “What are you doing?” he then asks, stilling his hand for a moment to prevent himself from coming too soon. This is way too much fun to end it already.

“Fi-fingering my ass… god Law… I want your cock! Please, please I need it so bad!”

He decides to have mercy with his boyfriend. After all he has been a very good slut, begging so sweetly. Fumbling with his phone he finally manages to take a picture of his rock hard cock, tattooed hand gripping the girthy shaft, tip red and swollen and shiny with pre-cum.

The line is silent for a while after he sent the picture, the loud pants coming from Luffy the only sound to break the silence.

“La-ah!” Luffy suddenly moans - no screams - loud and unashamed. He knows that tone, the shaky voice. Luffy is close.

“Hey,” Law warns, “don’t cum just yet!”

“Love your cock… oh god Law I love your cock so much!”

He can see it before his eyes, how Luffy’s face is flushed in a nice pink color, his chin messy with drool and eyes rolling back into his skull. He’s seen it so many times but this time… this time Law got him there just from sending him a picture of his dick. It twitches in his hand at the thought, swelling even more alongside his ego.

“Of course you love my cock, baby. You’re a good little slut after all. Are you thinking about how good it feels to get fucked open by my fat cock, huh? How your tight little pussy has to stretch so much to take all of it?”

Luffy whimpers weakly, his ability to speak long gone.

Law grips his cock tighter, relishing in the feeling and the mental image of Luffy riding him into kingdom cum. “Fuck baby… I wish I could be there with you. I would fuck you so good. Would fuck your cute little hole open until you don’t even remember your own name.”

“Hah… Law…”

The noises coming from Luffy are so sinfully hot, Law almost loses control completely. He’s painfully close by now, dick almost hurting from holding back. He keeps stroking his length though, the pleasure way too intense. “Tell me what you want to do, baby,” he demands, knowing full well that it’s torture for Luffy to be ordered to speak. A smirk tugs at his lips when he hears the teen’s desperate moan.

“Want to…,” he croaks, “want you to fuck my mouth… hah…”

“Of course. Good little slut, you love to choke on my dick, don’t you?”

“Yes love it, love it! Please Law… I’m so… ah… close!”

“I would fuck your little throat so good baby. You’d like that, yeah? Love it when I shove my cock deep down your throat until it bruises.”

“Ye- ahhh!”

“Or do you want to get on all fours for me, hm? Lifting your perfect little ass up in the air for me to take.”

Luffy is blabbering unintelligibly; the only thing Law can make out is his name occasionally leaving his boyfriend’s lips between the other slurred nonsense.  

His own cock aches in his hand, begging for release as he strokes himself closer and closer to his orgasm.

“I would fuck you so hard; you would come from just my dick up your ass baby.”

“Please,” he begs softly, “Please Law… wanna cum…”

His voice sounds weak as he repeatedly begs Law to let him have his release. It’s easy to imagine the debauched look on his face. It’s one of Law’s favorite looks on him. Suits him so well... Even more so when his flustered cheeks are painted white with Law’s semen.

“Fuck baby, you’re such a good little whore for me. So perfect. Want to fill you up… want to shoot my whole load inside you and watch it dribble out of your gaping hole… Fuck! Baby cum for me!”

Finally getting Law’s permission is all it takes for Luffy to come undone. He whimpers loudly, chants his lover’s name again and again during his orgasm; the sound so sweet, it’s enough to push Law over the edge too. He comes in hot spurts all over his hand and dirtying his pants. Not that he cares about that in his state of total bliss.

They bask in their afterglow for a while; neither of them saying a word, too occupied with trying to get their breathing back under control anyway.

“Torao.” Luffy breaks the silence first, his voice hoarse. “I love you.”

Law smiles softly. “I love you too baby.”

“I miss you…”

God what he wouldn’t give to kiss his little sunshine now…

“It’s only a few days, baby. You’ll be back in no time. And until then you can enjoy the time together with you family.”

“…can we have lots of sex when I’m back?”

Law chuckles. As if he could ever say no to hot sex with the man he loves so much. “Yes of course,” he agrees easily.

“And lots of cuddles too?”

“Yes. Lots of cuddles too. Are you tired baby?”

“Yes, ‘m sleepy now,” he mumbles. So adorable.

“Okay baby, go to sleep. But don’t forget to clean up first.” He smiles at Luffy’s muttered ‘yeah’ and then adds: “And Luffy?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for the nice surprise.”

He can feel Luffy’s smile through the phone and his heart starts to flutter uncontrollably. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Bye Torao…”

They end the call and Law sighs as he suddenly gets aware of the mess he made. He quickly cleans himself up and throws his ruined pajamas in the laundry.

After cleaning up and changing into a new pair of comfy pants he makes himself comfortable on the couch again, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

“This really is a perfect day off,” he thinks. “Now back to this shitty book.”

[moonlights0nata]

Through rose colored lenses [Bakukami]

I have no idea how it happened but now I’m heavily invested in this ship. It sneaked up on me and I had to write something for them askdjas And of course this is super mushy and fluffy because I cannot contain myself.

Anyways! Here it is ! This 6000+ mess !

Also on AO3 !!

Kaminari wears reading glasses.

It’s such an insignificant, casual fact, but Bakugou only finds out about it when he knocks on Kaminari’s door and he opens up, blinking behind a pair of yellow rimmed lenses. Bakugou is momentarily distracted by this and he can’t help but stare because Kaminari looks stupidly cute wearing them and Bakugou’s heart does the tiniest leap thanks to this fact.

“Bakugou--” Kaminari speaks up, already a small, expectant smile curling up on lips, as he leans against the door frame. “Hey!” He arches an eyebrow in question. “Whatcha doing here? Thought you were hanging out with Kiri.”

“ Was .” Bakugou drawls. “Idiot forgot he’d made plans with Deku and his group.”

Kaminari crosses his arms, tilting his head to gesture Bakugou in the room. “Aw, you could have gone with them.”

“No fucking thanks .” He shoulders past Kaminari into the room, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Don’t want to go out with that noisy bunch.”

Kaminari chuckles, shutting the door and catching up with Bakugou, nudging his side playfully with a wink. “You say that like you are so quiet, babe .”

“Who’s your babe --” Bakugou shoves him with a huff and a scowl before unceremoniously plopping down on Kaminari’s bed. He grunts in discomfort when his back meets something solid and he rummages under him to pull out a book. He blinks at it, turning it around to look at the cover.

“... Poetry ?”

“Ah, yeah.” Kaminari settles down next to Bakugou on the bed. “I was reading a bit.” He unconsciously fixes his glasses and Bakugou blatantly staring again. Kaminari seems to notice and fiddles with them again, bashful. “I-I just need these for reading so I don’t bring them to class.” He meets Bakugou’s eyes and goes for a confident smirk as he tilts the glasses forward a little. “Since you’re staring so much I take you like them?~”

Bakugou ignores the heat in his cheeks, averting his gaze and propping the book open on a random page to distract himself. “You just look different with them, it’s not that big a deal.”

“Aw, come on~” Kaminari props his chin on Bakugou’s shoulder, peering up at him. “Different good or different bad?” He nudges Bakugou’s cheek with the top of his head when he doesn’t answer, whining. “Bakugooooooooou-- Kacchaaaaan ---”

“Different diferent , quit your whining.” Bakugou shrugs his shoulder to get Kaminari off him, leaning back against the headboard of the bed, shutting the book and tossing it to him. Kaminari flails to catch it before pouting, leaning next to Bakugou and propping it open where he’d left a bookmark.

“You’re no fun.”

Bakugou snorts, crossing his arms behind his head and shutting his eyes for a moment. “ Live with it. ”

After that, It’s quiet for a few beats, save for passing of a page or, Bakugou finally notices, music playing faintly from Kaminari’s phone charging on the nightstand. Instead of the loud upbeat music that he usually has on, this one is mellow, atmospheric. It speaks truth with how far and wide his tastes go.

Bakugou opens his eyes and his gaze trails back to Kaminari, whose eyes are focused on the pages, one hand fiddling with the corner of the next. Bakugou might be loud and explosive, but even he has quiet moments of pause like this, where he stops to look at the details, particularly when it comes to Kaminari these days. The way his hair falls on his face, not bothering to fix it, or his glasses sliding down his nose, or the slight part of his lips, jaw and shoulders relaxed as he reads.

It’s hard to rewind and find the one thing that caught Bakugou’s attention first about Kaminari, because now he gets drawn in whenever he looks at him. Much like Kirishima, Kaminari found a way into his daily routine, a seat at their usual lunch table, a spot at his side when they walk back to the dorms, took a very present place in his mind, at the corner of his eye, in his heart. It’s cheesy to just think about it and his pulse quickens, Bakugou cursing these stupid, mushy feelings that he caught for the electric boy next to him.

It’s so much like being a dumb teenager boy in lov e, something Bakugou had never in his whole life thought he’d come close to. Because there were supposed to be more important things than crushes and dating, specially in their situation, trying to become heroes while watching their backs every turn for the next villain plot. But his feelings had chosen to betray him.

It’d been much like a lightning bolt, the realization that Bakugou’s in love with Kaminari striking him down all of a sudden. Or perhaps it had been more gradual than that, without him noticing; one moment Bakugou was thinking Kaminari looked like a fool, having choked on his own milkshake at a joke Sero made, spilling it all over himself and making a mess, and the next he was thinking the sound of his embarrassed laugh and his toothy grin were extremely nice.

And that was the catalyst, with just the thundering of his heart against his rib cage as warning, echoing in his head,  letting him know that he was already in too deep to swim back up.

Bakugou and love-- feelings in general--had never seen eye to eye. He didn’t know what to do with this feeling,  squishing and twisting it in his hands to try and take it apart so he could analyse it and give it reason, to know what to do with it, but it had proven to be futile. It slipped away from his grasp and his control, making his palms sweatier than usual and for the room to feel a little too warm whenever Kaminari’s loud laugh reached his ears or, worse, when that blinding smile was directed his way, even if it was just because he was trying to show Bakugou some silly picture in his phone.

He wasn’t planning on acting on it. No, rather, he didn’t know how he would act on it. Dating had been the last thing on his mind when he entered U.A, and in his life in general he had never given it serious thought.

He thought he was doing a good job at camouflaging it with his usual explosive temperament but Kirishima somehow noticed. He always noticed.

“You’re not subtle, dude.” He had said, cheek propped up in his hand and grinning. “It’s sooo obvious, I dunno how Kami hasn’t noticed yet.” Said person was talking about some comic with Ashido on the other side of the classroom, his voice excited and clear. Bakugou had to fight the urge to look his way.

“ Shut your fucking mouth. ” Had been Bakugou’s smart reply to Kirishima, scowling and fighting off a wave of embarrassment. “He’s a dumbass of course he’s not noticed I--I’m in--” Kirishia smiled wider and Bakugou slammed a fist on the desk, palms warming up. “Wipe that disgusting grin off your face!!!!”

“You what?~” Kirishima batted his eyelashes at him, speaking in a sing song voice, the face of innocence.

Bakugou was already fuming, palms cracking with tiny explosions as he stood up. “I’m going to blow your face off, that’s what!! Shut it !!”

Kirishima laughed out loud, not taking him seriously. “Sorry, sorry, don’t get embarrassed !”

“I ain’t embarrassed !! You’re being a little shit !”

“Whatcha guys yelling about here?” Kaminari chose that exact moment to drop by, looking amused. “I can hear your voice all the way from over there.”

“Ask Bakugou.” Kirishima shot him a look, which prompted Kaminari to arch an eyebrow at him, smiling lopsidedly.

“None of your business!” He barked, dropping back on his seat and crossing his arms. “Everyone could hear you talking, you don’t get to complain.”

“I’m not complaining.” Kaminari shrugged, sliding a seat his way and plopping down on it. He smiled. “I’m used to it by now...It’s like your charm point?”

“Which?” Kirishima prodded. “His yelling or his voice?”

“Mmmm….” Kaminari cupped his chin in thought, looking up at the ceiling. “Now that you ask, his voice is more of a charm point. His yelling is just...so like Bakugou!”

“So…” Bakugou did not like what Kirishima’s face was doing as he slid closer to Kaminari, grin almost cat like. “You like Bakugou’s voice?”

Kaminari didn’t even stop to think why he’d been asked, he looked like he was really thinking about it. “I mean it is a little too much for my ears when he’s yelling, but…” And here he looked Bakugou in the eye, making his heart catch in his throat. “You do have a nice voice, when you are talking normally. It’s like--kinda raspy, in a nice way? Deep, too. I like it.” He snickered. “Bet girls would find that super sexy , man!”

Bakugou was too busy combusting from the inside out to form a coherent reply. Kirishima took full chance of that.

“I think you broke him bro.”

“Oh damn--Bakugou you alive in there?” Kaminari leaned forward, tilting his head. There was clear mirth in his eyes. “Didn’t know all it took to shut you up was a compliment --”

That finally got a reaction out of him, face flaming much like his hands. “Oh I’ll shut YOU up!!!”

Somehow that one moment was all the queue Kaminari had needed to find excuses to shoot casual compliments his way. Kirishima had a shit eating grin whenever he was around to witness it because he could see the exact moment Bakugou’s brain collapsed and embarrassment took reign.

He hated it because Kaminari was clearly only teasing him and unaware of why it affected Bakugou so much. It was stupid and ridiculous and made his insides twist and flutter. But at other, rarer times, it seemed like Kaminari was genuinely complimenting him.

“Seriously, though.” Kaminari had been saying once, lying on the couches of the common room upside down, legs hooked on the back of it and letting his head dangle off the edge of the seat. His phone lay on the table, forgotten. “I think you are pretty amazing, Bakugou.”

“ Duh .” Bakugou had been fiddling with a rubix cube, brow pinched in focus. “I know that already.”

Kaminari chuckled, fingers drumming in his belly. “Yeah, I know you do but...I’m not talking about your quirk.” At this Bakugou’s movements slowed down, listening. “I mean, your quirk is strong but that means nothing if you can’t control it. Take me, for example.” He fiddled with a little electricity between his thumb and forefinger’s pads, watching it. “My quirk is pretty strong. But I go stupid whenever I use it too much and I can’t really control which way I direct it unless I use support items...And I panic so much during fights I don’t really think through what to do.”

He looked back up at the ceiling, hand falling down. “But you manage to keep calm during a fight and come up with a strategy in the middle of it. Even when you are going head first into the danger.” He tilted his head towards Bakugou.

“...I’ll admit back when I first met you I didn’t know why a guy like you would want to be a hero.” Bakugou tensed at this, face already scrunching up to retort, but Kaminari kept going. “Now, though.. I realize you fit right in.” He grinned, something soft about his gaze. “People can talk shit all they want but you are one of the most dedicated and determined people to be a Hero out there. I like that about you.”

Whatever comeback he’d had ready died in his mouth, blinking down at Kaminari in a daze.

“Oh.” He really didn’t know what to say, the words ‘I like that about you’ echoing in his head. His neck was starting to feel a little too hot and he cursed these inconvenient feelings for it. But for once the compliment Kaminari threw his way felt genuine, and it was making his insides feel warm in a different way. “...Thanks.” He settled for in the end, in a low grumble, making Kaminari laugh while he reached backwards for his phone.

“Don’t mention it man.” He messed with the touch screen for a moment, still smiling. “I just said what was on my mind. Taking a page off Tsuyu’s book.”

There’s a pause, Bakugou trying and failing to get back to his cube before he groaned, letting it dangle loosely off his hands.

“Then I’ll just say what’s on mine .” At that Kaminari looked up, meeting Bakugou’s scowl. “You give yourself too little credit.” His eyes went wide but Bakugou went on. “Don’t give me that incredulous look. You are so focused on others you forget what you are already fucking good at. Using support items to use your quirk more effectively isn’t a weakness . You are obviously a team player and work better when others are involved. You are just shitty at working on your own because you forget you have a brain in there to think .”  

“Wow, you’re so sweet.”

“ Shut up , my point is--” He’s glaring, even when he’s clearly trying to pay the other a compliment. “You--are plenty fucking cool .” Kaminari’s eyes seem like they are going to bulge out of his head, mouth agape,and Bakugou couldn’t stand looking at him, shoving his hand on the other’s face and making him let out a startled noise. “You know what you have to work on already so instead of comparing yourself go do that, dumbass!”

Kaminari pushed at Bakugou’s hand to get it off his face and after a moment Bakugou removed it, Kaminari taking a big gulp of air and beaming up at him. “I can’t believe you just paid me a compliment--!”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“You think I’m coooool---”

Bakugou groaned. Why had he even spoken up? Kaminari was going to hold this over his head all day.

But, well...maybe it was worth it, given how genuinely happy he looked about it.

It caught Bakugou off guard each time, how comfortable he found himself in Kaminari’s presence. Even with the flame in his chest constantly present, feeling like it’d consume and burn him, it was easy being around Kaminari. The hard part was swallowing down the feelings bubbling up every time, still a tangled mess, still something Bakugou didn’t know how to act on.

“You’re scared.” Kirishima, the ever voice of reason, commented casually while they were doing homework, eyes fixed on his homework.

Bakugou’s hands curled into fists over his own work. “What kind of shit are you talking out of your ass?! I’m not--”

“Isn’t that why you haven’t done anything yet?” Kirishima finally looked up to him, pointing a pencil his way, making Bakugou flinch. “You’re a straightforward guy. You could have gone up front and said it so many times but you haven’t.” His smile turned understanding. “And hey, it’s alright. Confessing to your crush is scary stuff. You never know how things are going to change.”

Bakugou was fuming, teeth gritting and fists curling and uncurling, choosing an innocent page filed with formulas to fiddle with between his hands. He hunched his shoulders, face pinched as he looked down. He didn’t want to admit that maybe Kirishima was right, on some level. Because blurting out his feelings would make things complicated and maybe, just maybe , he was afraid of things changing.

Nowadays unpredictable things were the norm for them all, never knowing if tomorrow would bring another villain assault. Before, his only constant had been the praise of people, the knowledge that he was strong, the expectations on his shoulders. So much of that had crumbled or changed by now; his world had shifted so much ever since walking into U.A, and now having this one new constant in his life, something like friendship , it was too good to let go off.

Sensing his inner turmoil by how he was crushing the poor page, Kirishima sighed. “Look, I’m just saying, you never know until you take that leap. Kaminari’s not the kind of guy who’d stop hanging out with you because of that.” He patted his chest confidently with a fist. “A true man confesses his feelings even when it’s scary !!! That’s what I believe !!” He grinned. “And I believe in you .”

After a moment Bakugou sighed deeply, letting go off the page he’d crushed beyond recognition. “Save me the pep talk, Kirishima.” He scowled up at him, but there was no bite behind it. One corned of his mouth was even curled up, like he was fighting to smile back. “I ain’t scared , just you fucking wait.”

He wondered why it was so much easier dealing with villain attacks or the crazy challenges U.A would throw at them sometimes than doing something as simple as telling your crush you liked them. Curse being a teenager in love.

But even if the fear was present, perhaps taking that leap was more important; when everything felt like it could change any minute, maybe it was best to use the chances given to him, to have a silly sense of normalcy by letting Kaminari know how he felt.

Which brings him back to the present time, Kaminari waving a hand in front of his face, close to swatting him.

“Uh, Bakugou? You okay? You look like you’ve been spacing out.”

Bakugou catches the hand, lowering it away from his face. “I’m fine.”

Kaminari looks unconvinced but shrugs, turning back to what he was reading. “And here I thought you got distracted by my handsome face.”

Bakugou huffs but Kaminari isn’t exactly wrong. He crosses his arms, tilting his head to peek at what Kaminari is reading. Noticing, Kaminari shifts a little closer, shoulders bumping together and putting the book in the middle. The initial touch of their shoulders almost makes him flinch but he eases into it, subtly pressing closer.

“You like poetry too, Bakugou?”

“Not really.” He has never been drawn to it, preferring more direct and action packed reading rather than poetry’s usual flowery and metaphorical language. Somehow it doesn’t surprise him Kaminari enjoys it, though. It’s just like him. “‘m not a sappy romantic like you.”

“Figures.” Kaminari chuckles, idly passing to the next page. His eyes skim the words before he parts his lips to speak again, voice mellow as he recites.

  “...His very being is like a bonfire lighting up the night

burning brightly and brashly.

He is like a scarlet rose in the middle of a the garden

blooming beautifully, but cautiously.

He is everything you long for,

he is everything you cannot touch;

for the mere grace of his skin would hurt you,

for the smallest brush of his lips would burn you.

But for him, oh, for him,

you would gladly ache and burn.”

  Bakugou did not imagine the way Kaminari leaned more against him as he talked, or the way his eyes shifted to look at him as he spoke the last words. His heart is hammering in his chest and there’s a familiar warmth at the back of his neck and ears, hand curling tightly on his pant leg.

He doesn’t see a reason why he should be so flustered over some cheesy little poem Kaminari choose to read out loud, but it’s impossible not to when it felt like he was dedicating it to him with the way he looked almost expectantly up at him. The space between them is nonexistent by now, arms pressed flush together. If he bends down the few centimeters that separate them, he could even--

“What do you think?” Kaminari’s question makes him blink, sitting up straighter. His brow scrunches up, letting out a puff of air.

“I’m going to barf from how fucking corny it is.” But he can’t deny that hearing the way Kaminari’s voice lowered and softened as he recited it was nice, words flowing naturally out of his mouth.

Kaminari traces the words with his fingers and looking closely, there’s a hint of pink on his cheeks. “It...makes me think of you, actually.”

It takes a moment for it to sink in. And then Bakugou freezes, palms becoming sweaty.

How is he supposed to take that?

Does this mean Kaminari had been reading it for him after all? He doesn’t get wonder much longer because Kaminari keeps talking after one look at the utter bewilderment in his face.

“It’s like--It fits you? It’s a metaphor, obviously, but well. You do make me think of a bonfire, the way the fire crackles and it brightens up a night...The way people gather around you. It’s hard not to be a little drawn in by you, even when you can be a bit of a loner.” He chuckles. “Or when you get all prickly. A rose is beautiful and eye catching but it is cautious with people who come near it.”  He’d been speaking calmly, keeping his cool, but he is starting to seem flustered now, not realizing Bakugou is about to catch on fire where he’s sitting with every word.

“And the rest--Well, um.” He throws a bashful look Bakugou’s way before he averts his gaze. It’s quiet, awkwardly so for a few beats before Bakugou swallows, deciding to act. Because damn it, Kaminari can’t be sitting here spewing poetry at him and not know what he’s doing to him.

“What about the rest.” He somehow manages to keep his voice even, low, and it makes Kaminari look up, eyes wide. Bakugou swallows the lump in his throat, knowing he shouldn’t get hopeful but he’s not so blind to see there’s something in the air around them, something Kaminari left out, and the way his cheeks heat up is enough proof.

Ever so subtly, they had moved closer again. He wonders if this close, Kaminari can hear the rush of his blood, loud in his own ears.

“...He is everything you long for…” Kaminari recites again, quietly, looking him up and down, before mustering up a sheepish smile. “I...Would you consider that a love confession?”

There’s a pause.

Bakugou groans , running a hand over his face in exasperation, knowing it is flushed red by now. A love confession . “Are. Are you fucking really --”

“Listen listen, okay--” Kaminari flails with his hands, laughing in embarrassment and perhaps a hint of panic. “I didn’t think it through ! I saw the poem, thought of you and It just--happened ! It’s out, okay I--” He settles down a little, smiling up at Bakugou. “I...really like you .” He only manages to maintain eye contact for two seconds before his face reddens and he covers it with both hands under his glasses, whining and flopping on his pillow.

“Shit. I said it.”

Bakugou is still in a bit of a daze that his big, silly crush just confessed to him, and what’s more, he did so in one of the sappiest ways possibles.

But more importantly .

“I can’t believe you beat me to it and with a fucking sappy poem of all things.”

It takes a second for Kaminari to react and then his hands fly away from his face, crooking his glasses, and looking up at him with hope, eyes shining.

“You--” He scrambles to sit up again, suddenly getting all up in Bakugou’s face and unable to form a sentence. “What do you--I beat you to---”

Bakugou grips his arms and and puts some distance between them, frowning. “Exactly what you heard or are you deaf ?!” He huffs, shutting his eyes and taking a moment to breathe deeply and count to ten, trying to calm the fireworks in his belly. When he opens his eyes again, Kaminari has an expectant soft look and Bakugou sighs, hold loosening on Kaminari, letting the words finally slip free, even if his own voice sounds too quiet to be his, even if the words taste foreign yet sweet in his mouth.

“I...like you too.”

It takes a moment before Kaminari’s face is splitting in a grin. “Oh my god. You like meeeeeee---”

Bakugou grimaces. He should have known. “Don’t be insufferable about this---”

“You liiiike me~” Even when he’s chiming teasingly, he looks terribly happy and Bakugou’s heart is practically doing somersaults in his chest.

“Yeah and you like me , smart ass, congratulations!”

“I do!” Kaminari beams, startling Bakugou when his hands grab his, giving them a squeeze.“...I do.” He repeats, more quietly, eyes glinting with affection. Bakugou is drawn in by that look, frown relaxing. He wonders what kind of face he’s making, if Kaminari can see the fondness he holds for him in his eyes too.

He sighs heavily, slumping forward and resting his head against Kaminari’s shoulder, closing his eyes. He needs a moment. He lightly squeezes Kaminari’s hands back, delighting at the contact, even though his palms--or perhaps both of them--are a little sweaty.

“Hey…” Kaminari speaks hushedly after a few beats and Bakugou grunts in acknowledgement. “Be honest with me here, wasn’t the poem super romantic? I totally made your heart skip a beat didn’t I?”

Bakugou opens his eyes and lifts his head just to level him with an incredulous stare.

“No.” Kaminari pouts at this, disappointed. Bakugou rolls his eyes, averting his eyes. “...Maybe a little.”

Kaminari grins, tilting his head up. “ Just a little?~”

Bakugou’s reply is in the form of a scrunched up nose and pink cheeks, making Kaminari giggle. When he shifts his gaze back to him, he realizes they have once more moved into each other’s space, faces just a few inches apart. Bakugou’s eyes can’t help but wander to Kaminari’s lips for a moment, which are slightly parted and curled up at the corners.

He can’t really count all the times he has wondered if Kaminari’s lips are as soft as they look.

Subtly he leans forward some more, eyes shifting back up to gauge Kaminari’s reaction. His heart catches in his throat as he’s just in time to see Kaminari look up from Bakugou’s lips, face reddening when their eyes meet. He’s so close he can see his throat bob as he swallows.

Bakugou lifts up a tentative hand, brushing his fingers over Kaminari’s cheek before cupping his face with a gentleness no one would expect of him. Kaminari’s breath hitches and Bakugou can’t help a small, satisfied smirk.

“Whose heart skipped a beat just now , huh?”

Kaminari huffs out a laugh, hands reaching up to hold onto the front of Bakugou’s shirt and pulling. “Shut up and kiss me already.”

That’s all the prompting Bakugou needs to bend down the last stretch between them, kissing Kaminari like he’d wanted to do for so long. The kiss is chaste and a little uncomfortable, Kaminari’s glasses too far down his nose, crooked and bumping against Bakugou’s nose, but it makes Bakugou feel tingly all over nevertheless. He wonders if that’s Kaminari’s quirk at effect here.

He pulls away minutely to slide the glasses off Kaminari’s face. “They look nice but get in the way.”

Kaminari perks up. “So you do like th--Hmph--” Bakugou doesn’t let him finish, pulling him in by the back of his head to resume kissing, tilting his head to the side this time to slot their lips better. He feels Kaminari shiver, kissing back eagerly, before Bakugou feels like a small electric shock just went through him, making his hair stand on end and his skin to really feel tingly. He lets out a surprised grunt and Kaminari leans back first, looking embarrassed.

“Did you--” Bakugou blinks dazedly at him and notices his hair is poofier, standing up a little. Kaminari nods, hands rising up to pat down Bakugou’s hair which had also stood up.

“Sorry, I--didn’t think my quirk would do that.” When Kaminari lowers his hands from his hair and brushes past his cheeks his touch feels, literally, electric, but not in an unpleasant way. It almost just... tickles .

To brush away his embarrassment Kaminari throws him a grin and a wink. “Guess I just can’t control myself around you--You could say that kiss.. .shocked me--”

“No--”

If possibly Kaminari’s grin only grew, wiggling his eyebrow at Bakugou. “Babe, your lips are electrifying , you make me feel all tingly-- ”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up--” Bakugou groans, lifting up his hands to ruffle Kaminari’s hair back down, feeling the static under his fingers. It’s kinda nice, actually. “You’re the one with the electric quirk dumbass, it should be the other way around--”

“So...I make you feel all tingly?”

“You make me feel shockingly annoyed.”

Kaminari pouts. “Mean. I can’t believe my boyfriend would say that--Ah.” He covers his mouth as soon as he finishes, face flushing and eyes widening. Bakugou wears a matching look. “I mean.”

Boyfriend.

Would it be too sudden to call each other that? They really had just laid the cards on the table and acknowledge they like each other.

And yet Bakugou kind of likes how that rings in his ears.

Fuck it.

“Kaminari.” The mentioned blinks at him. Bakugou knows what his face must look like--brow furrowed, tense, almost like he’s going to ask Kaminari to fight him in the back of the school, but his voice comes out surprisingly soft. “...Go out with me.”

There’s the slightest shift in the air again, like it’s charged with electricity, and Kaminari’s hair puffs out, hair standing in all directions. He grins from ear to ear, practically vibrating with energy.

“Yeah! Yes, yes, yes--” Bakugou is too slow to react and Kaminari effectively tackles him down on the bed, arms wrapped around him. He pushes himself up on his elbows to smile down at him, eyes creased. “Never thought I’d see the day you asked someone out. I’m honored ?”

Bakugou huffs, his chest feeling light, making his lips curl at the corners. “Damn right, you better be.”

“If we are going out…” Kaminari hums, something glinting in his eyes. “Does that mean I get to call you Katsuki ?”

Bakugou splutters, letting out incoherent noises. He doesn’t really dislike the way his name sounds in Kaminari’s mouth.

Kaminari looks even more devious upon managing to fluster him. “ Katsuki you’re so cute when you get embarrassed like that--”

“I’m going to kill you--” Kaminari laughs and yelps as a very embarrassed Bakugou wrestles him down on the mattress, glaring down at him but effectively failing to look threatening even when he’s got Kaminari pinned down by the wrists. Kaminari arches an eyebrow at him, tilting his head to the side.

“Are you going to kiss me to my death, is that what’s going on here?” He chuckles, eyes shining with mirth, but fondness. “That wouldn’t be a bad way to go.”

Bakugou grumbles before letting go off Kaminari’s wrists and simple plopping down on top of him, making him let out a wheeze. “Wait, Bakugou, babe, you’re crushing me--” With his hands now free he pats and pushes at Bakugou’s chest. “Okay, I’m dying, you win, I won’t call you Katsuki.”

“...I didn’t say you couldn’t.. .” He mumbles as he lifts up on his elbows, pushing their faces close. Their noses brush before he plants another kiss on Kaminari’s lips, speaking against his mouth as he pulls away. “... Denki .”

Kaminari whines, curling up sideways and hiding his reddening face on the pillow. “ Now I’m dead, yep. We haven’t even gone on one date and you already killed me. My ghost will haunt you !”

“You’re so dramatic--” Bakugou rolls his eyes, sitting up. He glances at the glasses he’d taken off Kaminari’s face, close to the edge of the bed now from all their shifting and grabs them to put them away. But he looks at them curiously and without thinking slips them on, blinking. The lenses are actually a pinkish hue in color.

“Eugh, it’s like looking at the world with a pink filter, what the fuck.”

Kaminari looks up at him then, eyes widening. “ Cute .” He blurts out and Bakugou startles, quickly taking the glasses off.

“Shut up. Here.” As Kaminari sits up, he shoves the glasses back in his hands. Kaminari chuckles, shaking his head as he settles them on the desk.

“Don’t need them now. ‘sides--” He smiles, crooning. “When I’m with you I always see la vie en rose ~”

Bakugou rolls his eyes but Kaminari decides to go on, catching Bakugou’s hands and pressing one of his cheeks to Bakugou’s, humming quietly against his ear. “ When you press me to your heart, I'm in a world apart~A world where roses bloom~”

“First, you recite poetry to me, next you serenade me?” Bakugou sounds exasperated but there’s fondness in the way he smiles a little, tilting his head, nose brushing the side of Kaminari’s temple.

“Do you know how long I’ve liked you ?” Is what Kaminari answers with, pushing himself back to pout at Bakugou. “I can’t help myself now ! I have so many romantic moves I’ve wanted to pull out !”

Bakugou can’t deny he is curious about that first question. But he’s going to save it for another time. He ultimately sighs. “You’re ridiculous .”

“Ridiculously romantic !” He lifts his hands in the air. “Guilty as charged.”

Before he can retort, an alarm goes off from Kaminari’s phone. He watches him as he stands up to check, with an arched brow before his eyes widen in realization.

“Oh shoot! I forgot I promised Mina we’d hang out in a few.” He scratches the top of his head. “Bet she set this alarm herself when I wasn’t lookin’. She knows me.”

Bakugou stands up from the bed as well. “Scatter brain.” Kaminari sticks his tongue out at him for that, dropping the phone back on the bedside table.

“I think this time I have a good excuse for forgetting.” He hip-checks Bakugou as he moves to his wardrobe, pulling out several pieces of clothing at once and laying them out on the bed to choose from.

“Don’t let me distract you, then.” Bakugou snorts. He’s perhaps disappointed their moment got cut short, but he should probably let Kaminari be. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and goes for the door. “Get ready and don’t keep Ashido waiting.”

“Yeah, yeah--Ah, wait !” Just as Bakugou is stepping out into the hall, Kaminari leans one hand on the doorframe. Bakugou turns. He looks giddy, but Bakugou can see the nervous and expectant edge to his smile. “Hey, um--A-Are you free on Sunday?”

Bakugou blinks, thinking back for a moment before nodding. Kaminari fidgets in place, taking in a small breath. “You...You wanna go on a date then?”

Bakugou imperceptible straightens in place at that, caught off guard.

A date. Like a real one .

Without his consent, his heart flutters wildly at the thought.

“...No good?” Kaminari murmurs when he takes too long to reply and he frowns, because Kaminari is looking down at his feet, unsure, and it just doesn’t fit him.

“ Yes .” He blurts out, too loudly, startling Kaminari. Bakugou clicks his tongue, feeling his face flush. “I mean--Yeah, let’s go on a damn date. Sunday.”

Kaminari’s eyes brighten at that. “Great ! I--I’ll text you later and we can decide where to go, yeah?”

“Sure.”

There’s a pause, a moment of hesitation before Kaminari takes a step forward and leans a little on his tip toes, pressing a kiss to Bakugou’s lips. It’s too quick for Bakugou to react to but when Kaminari pulls away he can feel the static between them, lips parted and tingly. Kaminari’s smile is radiant as he leans back into the room.

“Sunday, then.”

Bakugou can only nod dumbly and stare at the door as Kaminari disappears behind it. It takes him a moment before he turns on his heel towards the elevators to get back to his room.

He lifts a hand to his mouth, fingers brushing his lips. He’s glad he’s alone in the halls so no one can ask about the grin that he fails to fight off.

Life for them is colored in hues of unpredictability, every day could represent a new challenge, a new danger.

But when he pictures Kaminari’s smile, the shine on his eyes, or replays the feeling of his lips on his, it really feels like he is looking through rose colored lenses, for a few simple, quiet moments.

[kpop-stole-my-sanity]

Sweater Paws // Na Jaemin

Summary: In which you struggle to decide the perfect present for Jaemin (feat. Dreamies).

Genre: flooooooof

Word Count: 1399

A/N: In honor of Jaemin’s (my bby’s) birfday––and as an apology for those who requested stuff like two months ago––I wrote this short story. (Yay?) I AM TRULY, TRULY SORRY TO THOSE WHOSE REQUESTS I AM STILL WORKING ON.  This summer has been super stressful bc I'm preparing college applications. I am really trying hard to finish up those scenarios, so please bear with me. I AM SO SORRRRRRYRRRYRYRYYRYRYRYYRYYRYRRY!!! DDD: (I hope you lyk)

D-4:

“Are you sure? I’m worried.” You’re eyes shift left to right rapidly, the fear starting to build up. Mark, sitting comfortably on the other couch, sighs, “Jesus. Y/N, relax. If it’s from you, he’ll love it.” You look up at the boy, feeling kind of bad about bothering him so much. Since your usual “therapist” was out of commission, Mark was your temporary replacement. Your gaze shifts back to the cute box in front of you. Is it too much? Not enough? What if he hates it?

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of soft snoring; you turn your head. Mork Lee has fallen asleep. You can’t blame him though. Dealing with your worries and self-doubt all day is probably exhausting. Legs moving by themselves, you move closer to him. You pull the blanket off a nearby chair and drape it over the boy gently. When you are finally satisfied with your work, you grab the box and exit the room, door shutting behind you with a soft click.

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D-3:

“I’m tired! Can’t we sit down for just a second?” Chenle whines. You want to deny him of his request and push him to keep on shopping, but you make the mistake of looking at his face. His full-blown, puppy-dog face. And even worse, he’s convinced Jisung to do it with him! How could you say no to them?

“Fine,” you sigh. You watch as the two boys excitedly run towards the nearest table, dramatically falling into the chairs. Laughing, you walk over to join them.

“Y/N, why are you still shopping? I thought you already got your gift.”

You find yourself gnawing at your bottom lip as you try to put togfether your response: “I just feel like it’s not enough… Like I should be giving him more? Or something more meaningful?” You look down and close your eyes, negative thoughts attacking you from every angle. If you didn’t get the perfect thing, Jaemin’s disappointment would be enough to eat you up alive. You just want him to be happy.

You head rises when you feel a light tug on your hair. Jisung tries to reassure you: “Jaemin will like whatever you get for him, Y/N. Because it’s you.”

A bittersweet smile tugs at your lips. “That’s what Mark said.”

“Well, although Mark is often clueless or wrong about things, this time, he seems to know what he’s talking about,” Chenle snorts.

Jisung’s eyes widen and laughter rings through the air. Your uncertainty keeps you from being fully absorbed by the hilarity of the situation, though it does help a little bit. If the three of them are telling you the same thing, then it should be right. Right?

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D-2:

“Jeno! Jeno! Jeno!” “What’s up?” “What did you get for Jaemin?” “Um… A fluffy stuffed pig and some games he wanted.”

You face drops, “That isn’t even close to what I got him.” Jeno’s brows furrow at your words. “Isn’t that a good thing? We don’t want to get him the same thing.”

You reply by pressing your forehead against the wall. You let out a frustrated groan, a barely understandable “You don’t understand!” coming out of your mouth.

“What was that ungodly noise?” Footsteps approach from down the hallway. You spin around, replacing your forehead with your back. You slide down, butt landing roughly on the ground.

“Oh, it was just Y/N again.”

You look up to glare at Donghyuk. He sticks out his tongue at you before turning to Jeno.

“Is she still going on about Jaemin’s birthday present? He isn’t going to like anything she gets him anyways.”

“LEE DONGHYUK!”

He simply chuckles, loving how easily he could get a reaction out of you. Donghyuk steps closer to you, squatting down to let you see his face more clearly.

“In all seriousness, he’s going to love it.”

The kindness and honesty catches you off guard. Another sigh escapes your lips, and you allow your concerned face to be replace with a soft smile.

“It’s gross, cheesy, and very cliché, but Jaemin will definitely love it.”

You roll your eyes, hand automatically moving to fully cover Donghyuk’s smug face. You give it a push, tipping him over. Immediately, he begins crying about how you “ruined” his beautiful face with your “dirty hands.” You just get up and move towards the kitchen, leaving Donghyuk on the floor and a cackling Jeno behind you.

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D-1:

Staring at the sky, you admire the orange-pink hues of the sunset. It’s beautiful, you think.

You close your eyes and let your neck go limp, your head hitting the back of the chair. For a second, it seems like you’re peacefully sleeping. But only for a second.

“Hey! Y/N! What are you doing?!?!”

You ignore the voice, continuing to hit your head on the backrest over and over again. You only stop when you feel the cushion of something else behind your head.

“What do you want Renjun?” You ask, eyes fluttering open.

“I want you to stop damaging the few brain cells you have left, please? I’m sure Jaemin wouldn’t be too thrilled if his girlfriend went brain-dead the day before his birthday.”

You look up and give him a small nod, signaling that he could remove his now. He obliges, and instead moves to sit on the lawn chair next to you. The two of you stare at the horizon, admiring the colors painting the sky. It’s quiet for a while.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” “Yeah.” “Y/N?” “Yeah?” “Stop worrying. Even if you didn’t get him anything, Jaemin would be happy just seeing your face.” “…” “So just show up and give him the gift tomorrow. Okay?” “Okay.”

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D-0:

“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday dear Jaemin~ Happy birthday to you~~~”

Applause resonates throughout the small room and cheers erupt as Jaemin blows out the candles. “Thanks for being here you guys,” he looks at you, “and girl.”

Your eyes look down to your intertwined fingers. How long has it been since you held hands like this? A frown appears on your face as you realize something, and Jaemin notices immediately.

“What’s wrong, love?” “I just realized that I haven’t visited in almost two weeks because I was looking for a present!”

He laughs at you, finding your worries adorable. Still, he gives your hand a light squeeze, letting you know that it was okay. You stare at him. How could he still be so positive, soft-tempered, and forgiving while being stuck in a hospital bed all day?

“You’re amazing, you know?”

Your compliment shocks him, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “Y-Y/N!”

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, earning groans from the other boys in the room.

“No PDA, please! Children are present!”

“Shut up, Donghyuk.”

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“Y/N~” Jaemin chirps. You only bury your head deeper into his chest. “Will you please give me my present now? The other boys have left the room, like you asked.”

It takes a while, but Jaemin’s aegyo finally forces you to give in. You hand him the box, then immediately crouch down, using the hospital bed to hide your face. The sound of wrapping paper ripping is all that you can focus on. When you hear Jaemin removing the top of the box, you hold your breath. Silence. And then he taps your shoulder.

Hesitantly, you peek over the edge of the bed, preparing yourself for his reaction. To your surprise, he’s already put the sweater on. In his hands, he holds the other one out to you, his smile as bright as ever. Needless to say, you are relieved. You take the matching Minnie Mouse sweater and try to tug it over your head, the neckline of the sweater giving you a harder time than you anticipated.

When you finally manage to get your head through, Jaemin is close. Really close. He stares into your eyes, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

He leans closer, the tips of your noses just barely touching, and parts his lips.

“You’re cute.”

Your face heats up and you back up, sweater paws coming up to hide your face. Jaemin rolls around in the bed, giggling at your reaction. You pout at him, exaggerating it a bit so he knows you aren’t serious. He reaches over and lightly pinches your cheek.

“Thank you, Y/N. I love it.” “Really?” “Really.”