#I have been up too late tonight I made pancakes because we don't have eggs for cookies

[neuroprincess]

Yellowjackets - They cook for you (Preferences)

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: Lottie Matthews, Misty Quigley and Natalie Scatorccio

Warnings: None

Word count: +800

Lottie Matthews

Having been raised with treats and a maid to make anything she wanted to eat, learning to cook was never a priority while growing up. After the crash and time in Switzerland she acquired some autonomy, enough to learn the basics and not starve, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, if she risks pancakes with uneven edges. And when she's inspired often risks it, so begins a Saturday morning, the weather is mild, it's a rare quiet day in Camp Green Pine and you're sleeping over the clock, perfect moment to surprise with a breakfast in bed... and maybe almost set the stove on fire while trying to make pancakes.  

"Lottie!" you yell running to the windows, opening them all so the smoke clears as soon as possible while she coughs trying to put it out "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" 

In fifteen minutes everything stabilizes after the scare, she tries to explain and in the end you are both laughing about what happened, but the intention of the act warms your heart, Lottie is so attentive, kind and dedicated. She'll do anything for you, even if it means almost killing herself in the process.  

"How about a sandwich?" the brunette asks excitedly and gets up without even waiting for an answer "We have bread, cheese, ham? Do you want some? I can make sandwiches." 

Misty Quigley

This woman has a lot of talents and one of them is cooking, however it's not a big hobby that she dedicates herself to, in fact routine makes her more practical when it comes to food. She keeps tupperware everywhere for a reason. Was and is like that for a long time, at least until she meets you, not pretentious at all when she shows up with brownies on your doorstep and a spaghetti at lunchtime, but Misty goes crazy in euphoria when you say that you loved everything. It doesn't take long for her to show up with more and more recipes, somehow mysteriously she knows all your tastes, from what you love to the little things you don't like to eat, there's never anything in the dishes you're allergic to.  

"Dinner at your place tonight?" she asks taking a bite of her own lunch salad "You can see the chef working." and winks, a little smug, especially since you're still smiling, eating contentedly.  

"How about yours? I want to see the chef in her natural habitat." you propose genuinely "And I'd really like to meet Caligula."   

Hours later you're together in her small kitchen, not caring about the lack of space because this feels comfortable and nice, it's almost a slow dance, she asks you to get something for her, hips rubbing, fingers touching slightly, music playing in the background and lots of smiles exchanged. Caligula is at the table, wanting some of your attention too, he just adored you and that's a great sign for both of them. Misty leans over, spooning some of the sauce into the palm of her hand and stretches it out for you to taste, it's automatic, by the time she realizes it's too late and she's sure you'll, at the very least, think it's weird. But you just put your lips there, soft and tempting. She almost faints.  

"It's perfect." 

Natalie Scatorccio

She grew up before the time in some ways, with parents like hers Natalie had to learn many things for own survival, one of them was cooking, while her mother was too busy watching some show on TV and father drinking she managed in some way, that's how she started and after a few weeks found herself doing almost everything. She knows how to make the necessary things, but it doesn't guarantee that it's of the best quality or that she remembers the recipes no matter how simple they are. When she became an adult not much changed, except that she barely has a place to do it, patience, memory, most meals are made in cafeterias, junk food and, the most practical, snacks from the vending machine near the hotel room.  

"Will this work?" the brunette asks as she re-reads the website, a page of recipes on the screen "One egg still seems like a bit much."  

"But works, if they say it works, then it probably will. Who lies on a recipe website?"  

"People lie everywhere, Y/N." she defends her own point and rolls the eyes, picking up a fork to mix in the mug, still a little disbelieving. 

After a lot of mixing and one minute that feels like an eternity in the microwave, a nice and soft chocolate cake is done, it doesn't smell as good as she thought it would, but the taste seems to have won Nat over. She soon makes another, and another, and another, just in case you're not satisfied. There's also a small stock of instant noodles in the cupboard, snacks she bought earlier in the day. Popcorn is already popped, beers are on the table, if you prefer wine it will be there too.  

"I'm a master at the art of improvisation." Natalie says handing you the mug cake, a proud smile on the lips "Ready for movie night?" 

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Wreckless - Careful He-man

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

The bath feels fantastic but I don't stay in too long because one... the movie two... I've been in water all day and three... Emmett is out in the bedroom on the cell-phone.

He told me it was his dad which may be really, really confusing for him right now.

I crack myself up.

I get myself settled on the couch and he comes down looking upset.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to help you out of the tub. You shouldn't have to do this right now."

"I'm okay. Can you sit with me?"

And somehow I am.

Did I prefer last time when he wrapped me all up?

Of course.

Am I incapable of drying myself off and slipping on some undies?

No.

"Of course, let me get us something to drink."

I didn't realize how thirsty I am until he says that.

"Please."

I suck down about half the bottle and he's watching me, wide-eyed, when I finish.

"You must have gotten into trouble in college, Finn. That's a heck of a chug."

I shrug because my brain immediately tries to think of a sucking cock joke.

Swallowing, am I right?

All the better to suck your cock with, my dear?

No, crap, now it's too late.

"Need anything else?"

"Just you."

"I hope you're not too sore, Finn, was that too much?"

"Shhh, movie. I'm okay. Can we talk about it tomorrow?"

I wanna stay in the little bit of headspace I have and watch my movie.

Then it's story time.

I can adult tomorrow.

"Of course, sorry."

There's only about twenty minutes left and I look at the clock when it's over.

"It's the weekend, you can stay up a little later if you want to."

I do but story.

Plus, he looks tired.

"No, wanna snuggle. You'll read to me?"

"I promised, didn't I? Brush your teeth first and I'll meet you up there."

"Kay."

He has adult house crap to do but I don't.

I just have to brush my teeth and climb into bed and it's glorious.

He brings me up my night cup and then steals the bathroom for a minute.

I worry that he's worried.

As he's climbing in to bed I tell him.

"I had a lot of fun tonight Emmett... lots."

He smiles at me and kisses my cheek.

"Good. Me too, darling. Now, chapter three."

********

Sunday morning I have to almost beg him to fuck my face.

He's sure as hell into it once he does and I think he's just worried that it might be too much but it's my ass that's sore, not my throat.

I shower first, like always because I am definitely stickiest, then lounge around until he's done.

"Let's scrounge up something for breakfast," he says and I am definitely all for that plan.

"Do you have any cereal?"

"I do. Or I could make waffles or eggs."

His kitchen is much better stocked then mine.

"Um, then I want waffles please."

"You got it."

I sit at the table because I can see him from here and he reaches into a cabinet and grabs a box of pancake mix.

A bowl, spoon, measuring cup and waffle iron appear and then he opens the box.

It's new and he pulls the full bag up a little bit so that he can get a good grip on it.

Then he pulls. Too hard.

Pancake mix erupts like Mt. Vesuvius and flies through the air, covering half the kitchen.

"Careful He-man," I joke, trying not to breathe it in or laugh too hard.

"You're only supposed to be rough with me, Emmett, not with everything."

He was pissed but now he's smiling and he sits down next to me.

He has mix in his hair, on his shoulders and all over his shirt.

"You made a mess."

"Yes I did. Let me get this cleaned up real quick and I'll see if there's enough left to make some waffles."

He brings out the vacuum and then wipes down most of the surfaces in the kitchen.

"I'm gonna need a shower, I think."

I'm not arguing, he's right.

"I can make the waffles."

"No, damn it, you're gonna let me take care of you a little bit before you run away back to the big, bad world."

Not arguing with that either.

"Okay, I'll wait."

While he's gone I think about his big, bad world comment and I realize that it's Sunday and I should be in mass.

I've missed a few weeks lately and after yesterday I probably need it more than ever.

I can still make the late mass if I leave after breakfast and I have a suit here.

Yes, I should go, it'll do me good.

"Back, let's make some waffles."

He was quick.

The waffles don't take long either and he gives me the first one.

I'm halfway done when he sits down and I tell him that I want to leave in about half an hour so I can make it to mass.

"I have no problem with you going to church Finnegan, none but I was hoping we'd talk today. I think we need to. Any chance you want to come back afterwards? I wasn't expecting that and honestly I should just go home because I've monopolized most of his weekend but he's asking and I don't want to go back to my apartment. Work is going to suck this week because of my Monday being all screwed up and even though I am sexually more than satisfied, I still want to be with him.

"If you want. Sure you're not tired of me yet?"

"Not at all, darling."

"Okay then, I will... I'll be gone two, two and a half hours or so?" 

I have no idea what traffic will be like on a Sunday.

"That's fine. Now that you've agreed to come back I have to warn you that I'm going to my dad and stepmom's for dinner. You're welcome to come or not and you can spend the night or not. Whatever you need, Finnegan."

Well that complicates things. 

"Parental units is a big step, Emmett. Can I decide after church?"

"Yep. I'm going to the grocery store, do you want anything?"

"More waffle mix?" I offer.

"Yes, smart Alec, I will get more waffle mix. Anything else? Anything you'd like for snacks or for supper this week?"

"Um, I like popcorn a lot. Whatever you make is always yummy." 

That's probably not super helpful. 

"Can I give you some money for groceries?  Please? It's not fair for you to buy it all and then do the cooking too, Emmett. Please?"

"Fine, if you wanna toss me twenty dollars I'll put it towards groceries but that's it, you've gotta stop offering."

Not happening. 

I kiss him quickly on his cheek and then run upstairs to change. 

On my way out I leave one hundred on the coffee table and remind myself to stop by an ATM on the way back so I have cash for lunches this week.

[imaginingmanyfandoms]

Paul's Lullaby | part two

<previous | next>

It had been a few days since your attack on the beach. Since then, Paul really didn't like when you were home alone. Or walking to work alone. Or anywhere alone really. It didn't have to be with him, but he needed to know he, or someone he trusted could get to you in time.

He was worried that the leech had caught your scent, and would come back. Sam didn't think so, Sam was under the impression that this person was actually testing their lines, and he wouldn't let the same mistake happen again. You were still waiting for Paul to tell you the whole truth, but you were being patient, as he had been with you. It was clear that whatever it was, was hard for him to say.

Your couch was permanently occupied by Paul, who picked you up from work to drive you home. And if he couldn't make it, he'd send one of the pack, or one of the imprints to pick you up and bring you to Emily's house.

You were cautiously optimistic about where things were going with Paul. There was still some trust issues, but you were working on it together. And no matter how much Embry or Jared talked about Paul's anger issues, you didn't really see it.

Currently, you were at Emily's, sitting on the couch and trying to stay awake until Paul got there. He made you feel safe.

"Have you seen this?" Emily asked holding a newspaper. There were missing people all over Seattle. It's what had Paul working overtime. He was pulling more than his fair share, and you knew that had to do with you. But you didn't understand what.

"Is anyone ever going to tell me what's going on?" you asked, but your tone was light, joking. Emily laughed, and sat by your legs on the couch.

"Paul really is taking his time, huh?" She gave you a sad smile. "He's doing that for your benefit."

"I know, I know," you said. "I'm just really confused. I swear the scenarios I'm making up in my head must be worse."

"Probably," she said. You both laughed this time.

"Well he better snap to it."

"I'm heading to bed," Emily said, patting your leg over the thin blanket. "You okay out here?"

"Yeah, thanks Em. Goodnight," you said.

"Goodnight."

"Wake up honey."

Paul was gently shaking your arm. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, trying to wake you up as nicely as possible. Jared laughed in the background at how soft Paul was around you, but quickly said his goodbyes as he took the night patrol. It takes a tough guy to make fun of someone and then rush out the door. But Paul didn't care.

"Paul?" you asked, finally coming to. "What time is it?"

"Late, it's very late."

"Take me home," you said, holding your arms out to him.

"I like you when you're sleepy, you're very nice." Paul picked you up, and said a quick goodbye to Sam as you closed your eyes again. It made Sam smile.

Paul carried you to his pick up truck, and got you settled into the passenger seat. He even did up your seat belt. You woke up a little more, but your squirming and stretching was the cutest thing to him. He was so enamoured with you. He didn't really care how long it took until you trusted him. Or even if you never wanted to be with him, he didn't care. As long as he got to be around you, he would be fine.

"Let's watch a movie tonight," you said, yawning right after.

"I don't think you'll be able to stay awake," he said, smiling.

"Can we try?"

"How about we watch something tomorrow, after work?"

"Okay," you said, closing your eyes again. "Tomorrow."

You fell back asleep before you got home. Paul was driving slowly, and the cool air was filtering in through his open window. He was listening to some folk band, and the whole thing just lulled you to sleep.

When he parked the truck, he did everything he could to get you into your room without waking you up, and he was pretty successful. But as he was tucking you into bed, you woke up a little. He moved to leave but you grabbed his wrist.

"Goodnight Paul," you said, not letting go of his wrist.

"Goodnight honey," he said, daring to lean down and kiss your forehead. You made a happy sound as you rolled over, getting comfortable in bed.

Paul would've done anything in the world to crawl into bed with you and fall asleep. But he was happy just to be here.

So, Paul went back to the couch. And got as comfortable as he could, and fell asleep, reminding himself that you were safest when he was here. And that he was doing a good job protecting you.

The next morning went better than most mornings. You woke up in a good mood, and decided to make breakfast for Paul. He'd been working so hard to protect you, that he deserved at least a fraction of that devotion back.

You made the lot, pancakes and eggs. A small fruit salad and a plate of bacon. While the pot of coffee finished, Paul wandered into the kitchen stretching.

"Mmm," he groaned, "something smells good."

"I made you breakfast," you said, a smile on your face.

Paul was in love with you, that much he knew for sure. And today he got his first sign that maybe you were at least starting to fall for him too. It was a good day.

"Eat up," you said. "I have to work in a few hours."

"You're going to eat too, right?" he asked.

"Of course I am," you said, stopping before you left the room. You turned on the radio against the wall. It was some band you'd never heard of, but it was nice enough. Paul was already filling his plate, but you went to pour two coffees. "Cream, sugar?"

"Just black," he said, mouthful of food. "Just come sit."

"All right," you said. "But for the record I wanted the coffee."

You chose the chair beside him, instead of across from him, and he took note of that but didn't say anything. You smiled at him, and he smiled back, like he always did.

Breakfast was relatively quiet, you made small talk about what was going on that day, but mostly you just enjoyed the silence. It didn't feel awkward, it felt right. It felt comfortable. When you were done, Paul wasn't. So you carried your plate to the sink, and rubbed your hand across his back as you passed. His breath hitched slightly, and it made you smile, thinking about how different Paul was.

Maybe it was time you cut him a little slack.

When he finished, Paul helped you clean up. And even shooed you away to get ready for work while he did the dishes.

"Thank you," he said, as you walked back down the hallway. He wiped his hands on a dishcloth and dropped it back on the counter. He leaned back, and you couldn't help but notice how beautiful he is.

"Thank you for being here," you said, suddenly self conscience under his intent stare at you. You pulled your sweater sleeves over your hands, keeping the fabric pinched between your fingers.

"I uh, packed up the rest of the fruit salad. I thought you might like to have it at work." Paul had one of your Tupperware containers sitting on the counter.

"And the bacon?"

He looked guilty. "I ate it."

"It's okay!" you said, laughing at his face. "It was made to be eaten."

He drove you to work, and although you missed to walk, you knew you'd get back to it eventually. When he dropped you off, you hesitated to leave. Paul sat patiently, giving you a moment to collect yourself.

"I want the truth tonight," you said.

"Honey..."

"Just, think about it from my perspective. I have no idea what it is I should be scared of, I have no idea where you work or why you're gone all the time. I'm worried about you, and I'm scared."

"I'm scared too." Paul took a deep breath. "I'm scared that something will happen to you. But mostly I'm scared that if you know the truth you'll be scared of me."

"I wouldn't."

"You don't know that," he said, he looked terrified. "You hated me earlier this month. Couldn't even look at me throughout high school and I am so embarrassed about that. And it's going to be even more embarrassing when I tell you everything because then you'll know that we didn't make eye contact from two years attending the same school."

"I'm sure we made eye contact," you said.

"No." He looked at you, and you could see the pain in his eyes. "We didn't." The look on his face made you hurt. It made your heart deflate, and you would've done anything to see him smile again.

You unclicked your seat belt, but didn't move as it sprang back into place. It didn't feel right to leave the air like this.

The heat he gave off seemed to float right into your space, and there was something about his presence that made you feel more settled than you had in a long time. You wanted to touch him, so you leaned across the middle seat, and placed a tender kiss against his cheek.

"Just think about it," you said, sliding back towards the door and starting to get out. You didn't want to leave him feeling sad, but you had to get to work.

"Have a good shift," he said, watching you leave. He hated watching you walk away.

"You too."

Work had been horrible. Your boss was kind of a jerk, and waiting tables had really lost it's appeal. You'd been serving tables in La Push's best diner, but when the new owners took over, it quickly began to lose it's charm. You wanted to buy it when they were selling, but coming right out of high school you didn't have that kind of cash.

You just felt kind of miserable, so when you saw Jared and Kim waiting for you outside, you just felt annoyed. You were under the impression you and Paul had made plans.

"Hey," Kim said, smiling from the passenger seat. You got in behind Jared. "Don't worry. Paul said another hour, tops."

"Can you guys just take me home? I had a long day and I just want to relax," you asked, pulling your upper body between Jared and Kim's seats.

"I don't know, Y/N," Jared said, making a worried face. "I don't think Paul would like that."

"C'mon Jared," you said. "I'll lock the doors, and I'll call you if I get nervous."

"Jared, she wants to go home." Kim smiled at you. You really liked her.

He rolled his eyes and started the car. "When he freaks out on me, I'm throwing you both under the bus."

"He won't get mad at us," you said, "he said himself. An hour tops."

Jared and Kim were actually really great travel companions. Kim always made sure you were included in conversation, and Jared was not afraid to sing at the top of his lungs which was hilarious. They really cheered you up.

And of course, they waited until you were in your house to pull away.

Inside, you were tired, and cold. And you had wanted to spend some time with Paul. But he said an hour, and you figured we wouldn't lie about that. It wasn't too late that you couldn't give him some of the patience that he had given you.

So you spent the time bringing out some blankets, and pillows. When that was done you made some popcorn and fresh lemonade.

Paul should've been there any second. So you just spent some time tidying up the place. You saw some fabric poking out from under on the blankets, and you yanked on it, pulling out one of Paul's shirts. You laughed. Because it seemed rare to even see him in a shirt.

You pulled your shirt over your head, and put on his instead. Your shorts were hidden by his baggy shirt, even baggier on your small frame.

Twigs snapped outside the window, and you gasped. You knew you locked the door, but decided on checking the windows too. Just so you could say that you did. They were all locked. When you walked back into the living room, Paul was standing there - jaw clenched tight just like his fists were. But you could see the restraint. You could tell he was actively calming himself. You took a step closer.

"Don't," he said, voice cracking. He closed his eyes, hating the way you stop dead in your tracks. He didn't want to scare you. "I told you that I didn't want you here alone for a reason."

"I was so tired after work," you explained. "I wanted to sit on the couch and watch a movie like normal people do."

"I am trying to make things as normal as possible for you," he said, the anger was already washed away, but it wasn't gone. Not entirely. "You just have to trust me."

"How can I trust you when you don't trust me?" you said, voice starting to raise with unavoidable frustration.

"You think that I don't trust you?"

"I'm not allowed to be by myself, how else would you like me to interpret that?" You felt tears brimming at your eyes, the confrontation bringing out your anxiety.

"If we're going to fight, I need you to take three steps back."

"For what?"

"Your safety."

"What does that mean?" you shouted. "Are you scared you'll hit me?"

"I would never hit you," he shouted back. "How could you even think that?"

"I don't want to argue," you said, quietly. "I'm sorry I shouted."

He saw the sad look in your eyes, and could've kicked himself for driving you to this. He nodded, prying his eyes away from your sad ones to look anywhere else. He looked at your shirt, for the first time, and even though he was angry with you, he loved the sight. It calmed him down knowing it was you, in his shirt, a couple feet away.

He held his hand out, palm up for you to take. You did, and he guided you, as if you were dancing - not fighting, to the couch. You sat beside him, and he kept your hand in his.

"I need you to really listen to me," he said, his eyes glossing over with the realization that if he loses you, he'd never be whole again. "For now, I need you to follow all my rules. Even when they seem excessive, or dumb. And in return I will explain everything. And I won't keep any secrets from you."

"I can do that," you said. "If you're always honest with me, I'll be honest with you."

"Okay, tomorrow I'll explain everything. You're off, right?"

"Yeah," you said, shuffling over so you could lean your head against Paul's shoulder. "Can we watch our movie now?"

He put an arm around you, and you fit to him. Like you were always meant to be there. Well, technically, you were.

"Yeah, honey. We can watch a movie now."

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Pale Fire: Strange Habits

Pairng: Ace x Reader

Series: Modern au of the life of Ace and the reader.

Scenario: Over the last several weeks Ace has been huddling up in your room. It doesn’t help that your feelings for him have been solidified for a while now.

wc: 2.6k

warning: non just fluff and unsure feelings

a/n: It is here! The first part of this series I talked about a few weeks ago. Here a little bit about it if you missed x . This is not in order of events the story all comes together in different peeks into their lives

After another exhausting day at work and checking up on some assignments, you were ready for bed. Your usual bed stealer was already tucked into the cozy corner near the wall. His soft snores were your only indications that he was asleep. How you had ended up in this arrangement, you weren't sure anymore. Though it didn't bother you as the man was a walking heater. So in the dead of winter, you could care less as he kept you extremely warm.

Yawning, you close your laptop and move from your desk, and head towards the bed. Running a hand through your hair, you sit down on the edge of the bed. Leaning forward, you click off the desk lamp until the room is dark.

Crawling under the covers, you sighed happily at the warm feeling surrounding you; it was comforting. Shifting onto your side, you faced the wall where Ace was soundly still asleep.

You could easily make out his figure due to the street lights coming in from outside, making the room visible. He was laying on his stomach, hugging the pillow to his chest as his bareback was exposed to you.

You had known for a while that you had feelings for him, but you were too afraid to say anything to him. Perona had been on you lately about it, especially since Ace had been spending more time sleeping in your bed than his own in the last few weeks.

Why exactly, you weren't sure, but it didn't bother you much. He did love to be around you a lot, and you learned early on that he stripped in his sleep. It was a bit embarrassing at first, but you came to expect it throughout your friendship. Tonight was one of those rare times where he had kept his boxers on.

You smiled fondly at the memories as you continue to stare at the rise and fall of his back. Your eyes shifted downwards to the ink that littered his backside. What once was a skull and crossbones was now half a tattoo and a large amount of scarring. While you knew the story behind it as it happened before you even met the man. The sight of it made you emotional for some reason; Ace didn't like talking about it very much. Not that you blamed him, it was a horrific accident that left him very badly hurt with side effects even today.

The loud snore broke through the silence, making you freeze at the noise. You snorted as Ace's breathing went back to normal as he shifted slightly towards you.

Feeling content, you finally snuggled down into the covers and closed your eyes. Sleep finally overtook you as the day's events caught up with you finally.

Hot.

It was overwhelming and itchy, as if your whole body was on fire and unable to get away from it. Your mind raced as the intensity continued until something hard punctured it making it burst open. Your eyes fly open in a rush as you sit up with a start. Heart racing, you placed a hand on your heated skin to only cringe at the slick wetness that came off of you. Looking down, you noticed your body and T-shirt are soaked with your sweat. Still trying to catch your breath, you stare off into the still dark room.

You couldn't have been asleep for long, but what was that strange feeling you had never felt before. Your eyes finally adjusted again as you turn your head towards Ace. Who had somehow rolled over in his sleep and was now wrapped tightly around your body.

Well, that explains that issue. You supposed the man was still sound asleep as his arms tightened on your waist. The heat that radiated off of him was a lot. His leg was hooked over your thigh as he snored softly into your pillow.

"You are such a pain, Portgas, you know that?" You mumbled as you tried your best to settle back into the sheets ignoring the damp clothing you wore with the older man clinging to you like a monkey.

He didn't reply, but you took his snoring as a sign that he could care less. Closing your eyes again, you drift back off, not to be disturbed too.

...

The following morning was a noisy one but having lived in the house for almost over a year now, you grow used to it. Rolling over in your still half-asleep state, your eyes blur, not fully awake as you stare at the wall. The fuck how did you end up on the opposite side of the bed this time. Rolling back over, you noticed that your usual bed companion was nowhere to be seen.

Weird.

He must have gotten up already, which was odd for him. Ace usually slept in late on Sunday, but it seems today was a rare occasion when he didn't. Grabbing for your phone, the screen lights up to show it is a little past noon.

A little later than your own wake-up time but the little extra sleep was nice. Pushing the covers off yourself and getting out of the bed heading to the bathroom. After relieving yourself, you head down the stairs and into the chaos. The excited chatter of Luffy and Perona could be heard as you enter the kitchen. They don't pay you any mind as Luffy excitedly leans over the kitchen island and watches your best friend cook away.

The sight was very comical as Perona tried to push Luffy away, who was happily drooling at the presence of the sizzling meat. Giggling, you open up the fridge and grab for the jug of orange juice; shaking the container, you close the fridge behind you.

"Oh, (name) finally up, I see," Perona said, looking over at you.

Smiling at her, you open up the cabinet next to you and grab for a cup. "Yeah, guess I needed the extra sleep." You replied, turning back to them and pouring your drink.

"Well, I'm glad you came down when you did because I could use your help with cooking. No one else is around yet, so I decided to make a big brunch for everyone." She said as she cracked a few more eggs into another pan.

"You are so awesome, Perona!" Luffy said as he sat on the counter with a smile on his face.

You smiled at the sight even though this situation was a relatively regular one in your home. It always warms your heart because growing up, your luck with long-lasting friendships wasn't the greatest. So living here with some fantastic people made you emotional at times.

"So I see Ace slept in your room again last night." You froze at your friend's words as she peeked over at you from behind Luffy.

A guiltily blush crept its way up to your face. You looked away from her and stared into the living room. "Ugh yeah, he did; it's no big deal, just used to it." You mumbled.

"I see," she said slyly, making your face burn hotter with embarrassment.

"That's pretty normal for Ace. I think he's always clung to people that make him comfortable. He did a lot of that when we were kids and later with Deuce and Marco. Though for a while, he didn't think after his last relationship, which ended pretty badly, especially after the accident." He trailed off for a moment. "With you, for some reason, he started doing it again, but I'm glad we were all worried about him." Luffy grinned at you.

You were stunned. Ace had never mentioned anything before, not that you should be surprised. Despite his easy-going and friendly persona, Ace was relatively private on some matters of his life. Which never bothered you because you knew with time if it was necessary, he would tell you eventually.

"I wasn't aware, but I'm glad he feels so comfortable with me. I feel the same about him. He makes me feel secure, I suppose, is the right word."

Luffy looked at you thoughtfully and looked away, but you caught a hint of a smile anyway.

"Speaking of Ace, where is he? He wasn't in bed when I got up."

"Oh, he went for a morning run with Sabo. Well, I guess more of a late morning run. They should be back soon, though. Better start this before I have to listen to them whine about food again." Perona rolled her eyes, making you laugh at the image.

It was a ubiquitous experience in the shared home of the three brothers with bottomless pits. It was a good thing that Ace and Sabo had such good-paying jobs that they could have tons of extra food. Grabbing an apron from the hanger, you tied it around your waist and held for a mixing bowl, and started cracking eggs.

Both You and Perona moved in sync around the kitchen while dodging Luffy's grabby hands. The time passed quickly as you both finished making the feast just as the front door opened. The loud chatter of both older men caught your attention as you platted another stack of pancakes.

Looking over at your pink-haired friend you both shared the same thought as you both stepped away from the food. Just as both Sabo and Ace came stumbling in at the sight of the food. Just like wild beasts, all three brothers are divided in for their shares. You shook your head at their antics as a tap at your shoulder had you turning around.

Holding up a plate of food, Perona smiled at you as she headed it over. A smile spread across your face at her offering; grabbing it, you happily started to eat it.

"Thank, Rona yove the beth." You yell even though she barely heard you with your face stuffed and all.

She rolled her eyes at your display but smiled anyway. A sudden presence had you looking up at an arm circled your shoulders, pulling you into someone's chest. You gasped at the action but quickly recoiled at the smell and tried to tear away, but the grip was tight.

"(Name)!!" Ace mumbled as he swallowed his food.

"Acccce!" You whined as he held you closer to his sweat-soaked chest.

"(Name)!!!" He responded back teasingly.

You pouted as he snickered and kissed your cheek affectionately, making your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"Ok, lovebirds, take it somewhere else; we're trying to eat here," Sabo said as he gestured to the other three in the room, a grin playing at his lips.

You groaned and pushed Ace off of you as you grabbed your plate and joined the others at the table. Ace just laughed and followed you as he sat across from you. As you started eating again, Sabo spoke between mouthfuls of food and told a story.

You didn't hear half of it, but it was something about running into Zoro on their run from what you gathered. From the way Luffy was in hysterics, you knew the man had probably gotten lost again. It made you laugh at the image of him getting frustrated as he ran back and forth through the local town. Most people knew who he was as this was a constant habit, so that alone was funny enough.

After you were done eating, you helped to shove the boys out of the kitchen so you could clean.

"Go shower. You all smell!" You finally said, making them groan and protest.

You glared at them all, making the three boys shut up and stare at you before quickly saying sorry and scrambling up the stairs. The sight of them trampling over one another was entertaining and made you smile as you headed back into the kitchen.

…

You heaved a heavy sigh as you flopped down onto your bed; after finishing the kitchen, you had returned to your room. Knowing you would be waiting for the shower for a while, you decided to lay down. Rolling over, the three large windows greet you. They were currently blocking out the light making the room darker than it would usually be.

Lately, you weren't sure of anything between school, your job, and being an adult, in general, was enough to make you restless. Though the constant unsolved resolve in your mind was this deal with Ace. You cared for him so much, but the thought of destroying your close friendship is what stopped you from pushing further.

Turning on your stomach, you hugged the nearest pillow to your chest, which you realized had been the pillow Ace slept on. Closing your eyes, you bury your face into the soft fabric. The smell of smoke and cologne came off of it. It was all Ace, and it was soothing to have the familiar scent lulling you into euphoria. Between the warmth coming from the heater and the pillow you hugged, you dozed off pretty quickly.

The dipping of the bed alerted you from your half-asleep state as someone sat down beside you. You blinked your eye open more, making your whine softly. Rolling over, you are given the sight of Ace sitting hunched over on your bed as he pulled his blue sweatshirt off his head. Leaving him in a yellow shirt. He tossed it onto the floor, which made you roll your eyes at his carelessness.

Ace ran a hand through his still-damp hair and casually scooted himself back on the bed as he laid down next to you. He laid on the opposite side to you, so he was facing you upside down, his back to the wall this time.

"Hi," he said, smiling at you softly.

"Hello, intruder," you mumble, your face still buried in the pillow you were now hugging to your chest.

He laughed. "Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you," he says with not a hint of remorse in his words.

You snorted.

"Right, because you are sorry every other time."

He shrugged his shoulders, continuing to smile at you, but this time his eyes had this gentle look in them you hadn't seen before. The look alone made you avert your gaze as your cheeks heated. You tried to not think of what that could mean exactly. The last few weeks had really been weird with him in general. The clinging, bed-sharing, soft looks, and just no boundaries at all at this point, which you were used to anyway, especially with Luffy, but this was different.

"Hey…..Ace, can I ask you something?"

You looked at him again; his brown eyes bore into yours.

"Sure, what is it?"

Closing your eyes, your grip on the pillow tightened, taking a deep breath, and you looked at him again. His lips pulled into a frown.

"It's nothing. Just wanted to know if you would take a nap with me?"

A huge grin split across his face at the gesture, and he happily sat up and grabbed you around the waist.

"Always (Name)!" He wrapped the blankets around you both and swaddled you into his chest. A giggle left you as you situated yourself in his grasp until you were comfortable. A sweet silence befalls you both as you settle into each other's warmth. After a while, you knew he was asleep from his soft snores near your ear.

You weren't sure when you would finally confine him about your feelings. For now, you were content with this strange arrangement you both had and were happy to continue it for a little while longer.

#Portgas D. Ace #portgas d. ace x reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #op imagine #pale fire series

[kpophours]

One Love || part V

➵ SF9: Youngbin x fem. reader / series, werewolf AU / fluff

➵ warnings: mentions of death and illness, slight mentions of alcohol

➵ word count: 2.8k

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A loud scream followed by even louder laughter drifted upstairs - and woke you up. You looked around, a bit confused, and wiped the sleep from your eyes, yawning. Ruffling your hair, you slipped out of bed and into the bathroom, quickly washing your face, brushing your teeth and combing through your unruly hair. After pulling on your leggings and cozy socks, but still clad in Youngbin’s big shirt, you made your way downstairs where most of the boys were already assembled, talking animatedly with each other while enjoying their breakfast. You silently took in the slightly chaotic scene in front of you, until Dawon spotted you standing in the doorway.

"You're awake!", he smiled from ear to ear and jumped up to greet you, wrapping one arm around your shoulder and ruffling your hair. "Morning!", Taeyang waved at you and smiled as well while Jaeyoon got up from his chair and hugged you. Youngbin sat at one end of the table, a newspaper in one hand and a mug of steaming hot coffee in the other - his hair was still sticking out in every direction, mussed from sleep, but his eyes were bright when he looked at you, the corners of his mouth curling into a small, private smile. You returned it before being pushed onto a chair between Zuho who was scrolling through his Instagram feed, and Chani who just lifted an eyebrow in a silent greeting, probably not completely awake yet.

"Morning.", you finally said, voice still a bit raspy.

"Coffee? Eggs? Toast? Pancakes?", Rowoon asked you when he entered the living room, placing a ridiculously full plate in front of you. You gazed at all the food, gaping.

"Eh... thanks?", you finally answered, sounding a bit in awe. "If it's too much for you, I’ll gladly help you out.", Hwiyoung proposed, quickly stealing a slice of bacon from you plate. "Hey, that's Y/N’s food! You had more than enough already.", Rowoon scolded him, gently whacking him over the head with a kitchen spoon which caused the younger man to whine. You laughed and shook your head. "It’s alright, Rowoon. I don't mind."

"Don't say that.", the handsome man answered, "These boys are like a pack of wolves."

Everyone laughed at that, and you felt a bit left out, not quite getting the joke.

"Eat.", Zuho just grinned, pushing a mug of hot coffee towards you which you gratefully accepted, moaning contently after taking a sip. Youngbin almost choked on his own coffee, leading him to have a coughing fit, when he heard that sound.

"You're alright?", Hwiyoung asked and snorted, gently pounding on Youngbin’s back. "Yeah, perfect, thanks.", the latter one grumbled, slightly red in the face, before hiding behind his newspaper again.

You weren’t the most talkative person in the morning, so you only answered a few questions and silently observed the others. Dawon and Jaeyoon were teasing Taeyang about a girl he (apparently) liked while Roowon was busy running from the kitchen to the living room and back again, preparing even more food - the boys seemed to wolf everything down without hesitation. Zuho was apparently on a mission to like every single cat video on Instagram while Chani looked like he had fallen asleep again, chin propped up on one hand.

You didn’t eat much as you rarely ate breakfast, often running too late to do so and relying on caffeine and an early lunch. After finishing some of the eggs and bacon and drowning your second cup of coffee, you got up from your chair and smiled at everyone. Most fell silent, as if sensing you wanted to say something. Dawon looked at you with big eyes, nibbling on some bacon. “Thank you for letting me stay the night.”, you said, sending Jaeyoon a sharp look when he wanted to interrupted you, which quickly made him close his mouth again, “I had a great time with you guys - but I should really go now. I don’t want to overstay my welcome!”

Taeyang immediately began to pout. “But I thought we could maybe watch another movie, because some of us couldn’t join you yesterday.”, he said, voice hopeful. You smiled at him. “Another time, okay? I have to get groceries and clean my flat today.”

“Well, you could come over tonight? Some of our mat- uh, girlfriends are going to be here too, then you could meet them.”, Jaeyoon proposed, a hopeful smile on his face. You just shook your head. “I’d love that, but I can’t tonight. But we’ll definitely do it another time, I promise.”, you replied and, out of the corner of your eye, saw Youngbin’s face light up with a soft smile.

Before anyone could ask about your evening plans, you quickly took your plate and mug and hurried into the kitchen, almost crashing into Rowoon, who was about to carry a pan of even more scrambled eggs and bacon into the dining room. “Ooops.”, he made and quickly dodged you, carefully balancing the frying pan so no egg would be lost. “Oh God, oh no! I’m so sorry, are you okay?”, you said, voice panicked and he just laughed. “Relax, nothing happened. Thank you for cleaning up after you - maybe you could teach some of the others.”, the tall man grumbled and threw his roommates a dark look. You just giggled at his cute expression and put your plate and mug in the sink. Afterwards, you quickly went upstairs to change back into your clothes, trying to leave your room as tidy as possible. 

You almost ran into Youngbin who was just coming up the stairs. He smiled at your surprised expression, leaning against the wall of the staircase and looking at you with soft eyes. “Leaving?”, he asked in a hushed voice, and you nodded, heart skipping a beat when you locked eyes with him. He smiled, walking up the last few stairs and now almost towering over you. “So, I’ll pick you up at 7pm tonight?”, he asked, and you nodded again, apparently unable to speak due to his close proximity, his musky, warm scent enveloping you. You finally cleared your throat. “I- I’ll text you my address, okay?”, you suggested, and he grinned, giving you the thumbs up. “Sounds perfect. I’ll see you later, then.” And with that, he let you pass.

You got some groceries on your way home and cleaned your flat, unpacking the very last of your boxes, time passing way too quickly for your liking. After taking a shower, you were faced with the challenge of having to choose an outfit for tonight. You were guessing that Youngbin was going to take you out to a nice restaurant - but nothing too fancy as that wouldn’t really suit him. Maybe you would also take a walk after dinner, so you shouldn’t pick anything too thin to wear…

After considering your options for a few minutes, you finally settled on a skirt paired with a nice shirt and some thick tights.

You were just finishing putting on some lipstick when you heard your doorbell ring. Your heart skipped a beat and you actually squealed, giggling at your own reaction and shaking your head in slight embarrassment. After grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes and coat, you took a few, deep breaths, trying to steady yourself. Then, you opened your door.

Youngbin was waiting for you in front of your house, both hands buried in the pockets of his long grey coat, dark hair styled away from his forehead. He turned around to face you when the front door fell shut behind you, beaming at you. You exhaled shakily and walked towards him. When he wrapped both arms around you to hug you, you closed your eyes for a few seconds, answering his soft “Hi” with an even softer one. He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards his black jeep, opening the door for you and helping you inside. When he slipped into the driver’s seat, he gave you another gentle smile. “How was your day?”, he inquired, starting the motor and navigating out of your street. You shrugged, huddling deeper into your coat. “It was fine. I cleaned my flat and unpacked the last boxes, but that was about it. How was yours?”

You chatted away until you reached the restaurant Youngbin had picked for tonight - a small Italian ristorante which was decorated with fascinating antiques and even featured a masonry oven. Your table was located in the back of the restaurant, hiding you away from the eyes of the other guests. You smiled when you took in the red-white-checkered tablecloth and the candle holder which was actually an old wine bottle. Youngbin looked nervous, gaze sliding from you to the small table and back again. “D-do you like it?”, he finally asked while helping you out of your coat, and you nodded immediately. “I love it! It’s so cute.”, you answered, and he smiled, relieved. He bit his lower lip when he saw your outfit, eyes darkening. “You look beautiful.”, he mumbled, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear and making your heart flutter. You blushed, but couldn’t help but smile at his compliment. “So do you.”, you replied, sliding onto one of the two chairs. 

He truly did look very handsome, clad in a simple white button-down and black skinny jeans. Youngbin chuckled and took the opposite seat, propping his chin up on his hand and observing you with dark eyes.

He could get lost in your eyes. And he wanted nothing more than hold your hand and finally kiss you. The wolf inside him was purring, happy to be so close to you - and finally alone. 

“Youngbin?”, you asked, voice amused, and he blinked in confusion. He’d been so lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t even heard your question. You giggled - the most endearing sound in his ears - and repeated: “Do you want to share a bottle of wine?”, tilting your head to one side. He smiled and nodded, the tips of his ears flushing scarlet in slight embarrassment. “That sounds good, yes.”

You pressed your lips into a tight line to stop yourself from smiling, feeling giddy and just… happy.

Being with Youngbin just felt so natural and… comfortable. It truly felt like you’d been destined to meet each other.

You clinked glasses when the wine arrived, Youngbin’s dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your knees weak.

After selecting your food - pasta for you, pizza for Youngbin - you began to talk.

And talk.

And talk...

You talked about everything and anything - you told him about your childhood, your family and friends, how you decided on your major and research projects, about your dreams for the future. He in return told you about how he managed to launch his business at such a young age and how much time and energy it had cost him to establish his shop as one of the best ones in the country. He also told you about the love he had for his roommates - more his family, really - and that he had traveled around the world before returning to his hometown in his early twenties. His smile got sad when he talked about his travels - so sad, actually, that you just needed to ask him about what had happened.

“I- I don’t really want to talk about it on our first date as… as it’s actually about an ex-girlfriend.”, Youngbin explained, but you shrugged. “I honestly don’t mind. I think it’s healthy to talk about exes - and that it should be normalized!”, you answered and he gave you a surprised, yet pleased smile. “Okay, if you really want to know… Well, my then girlfriend, Mina - she is- she was… Inseong’s cousin, actually.”, he took in a shaky breath, and you pressed your lips into a tight line, pity washing over you.

Maybe you shouldn’t have asked - you could see how much talking about her still hurt him.

“You don’t have to-”, you began to say, reaching across the table to grab his hand, but Youngbin just shook his head, gently taking your hand. “No, I want to tell you. We were... happy. We loved traveling and each other. But she… she died. She got very ill, very sudden. It… it all happened so quickly.” His expression was sorrowful, and you gently squeezed his hand. The shadows in his eyes seemed to lighten a bit and he gave you a small smile. “Inseong… he kind of blamed me for her death. He said she’d never gotten sick if she hadn’t been traveling with me. That we weren’t careful enough, that… That we shouldn’t have visited a country that had such insufficient healthcare.”

You gnawed on your lower lip, gently shaking your head. “That’s not fair. It was not your fault - after all, it was Mina’s choice to travel with you. You are not to blame, Youngbin. Inseong was probably just so hurt that he had to… lash out at someone. It’s a normal reaction when someone’s grieving”, you said and the man opposite you nodded. “I know it’s not my fault. And Inseong and I have talked about it a lot… Our relationship is slowly getting better again. But… a lot happened. And we won’t be able to forget about this, nor do I think we should.”, he answered softly, absentmindedly lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your knuckles. You inhaled sharply, blushing at the simple, sweet gesture. “Thank you for telling me.”, you finally said, and he tilted his hand to one side, smiling softly. “Thank you for listening.”

The food was amazing and you even shared some dessert after finishing the main course. You didn’t even notice the restaurant getting emptier and emptier until you were the only people left - only then did you pay and leave as well.

When the door of the restaurant fell shut behind you, Youngbin smiled down at you, dark eyes soft. “How about a little walk? There’s a park nearby.”, he suggested, and you nodded enthusiastically. You didn’t want this night to end - and a bit of fresh air sounded amazing, even though it was still very cold.

The park was pretty much vacant, only one lone dog-walker could be seen beside you and Youngbin. For a few minutes, you just walked in silence beside each other, simply enjoying the other’s company and the cold winter air. You didn’t understand how you were already feeling so… comfortable around Youngbin. Usually, it took you some time to warm up to someone, especially in a romantic way. But you and Youngbin had just instantly clicked - and you even loved all his roommates a lot already. It was like you found a second family and it almost... scared you.

You shouldn’t feel that intensely already, should you?

Yet here you were. 

Youngbin observed you out of the corner of his eye. You had a rather serious expression on your face, gnawing on your lower lip - something seemed to be bothering you. He finally halted in his tracks, grabbing your hand and gently turning you around to face him. You looked up at him, surprise written all over your face. He couldn’t help but smile at your cute reaction. “Are you okay?”, he asked, voice worried and soft. You just nodded, suddenly beginning to shiver in the cold night air, and he immediately wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you close. Gently cradling your cheek, he tilted your head up, gazing into your eyes.

“I really want to kiss you.”, he admitted in a hushed voice, and you broke into a beautiful smile. “Well, what’s keeping you from it, then?”, you replied in a teasing voice, making him smile as well. Then - finally - he lowered his head towards yours, fitting his lips against yours. You instantly sighed, sagging against him and wrapping both arms around his neck while he pulled you even closer against his body. He gently bit down on your lower lip, sliding his tongue into your mouth when you gasped at the slight pain. Your hands tangled in his hair, slightly tugging at it, and he almost growled. When you broke apart again, you were both breathing heavily. Youngbin smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat.

He was so beautiful, it almost hurt.

He gently nuzzled your nose, and you giggled. “This is definitely the best first date ever.”, Youngbin murmured against your lips before kissing you again.

You just smiled, getting lost in the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

Yes, it was indeed the best first date ever - and, if you weren’t mistaken, it was only the first of many many more. This was just the beginning.

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[jamkookies]

° Bon Voyage °

• Part III •

Peek-A-Boo!

~

There are seven pairs of eyes watching you expectantly and you don't know where to look. This is definitely not what you had been thinking when Tae told you about having to pick a room.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Namjoon says as a matter of fact.

"Why? Should I be somewhere else?"

"Y/N, how many times do we have to explain? " Jin interferes. "You are supposed to go outside and wait for us to hide in our rooms. Then you can come in and choose your own."

You deadpan.

"I'm honestly suffering from jet - lag and I'm so tired and I really wanna get this over with, " you say in a seemingly careless way, but the truth is you are internally panicking. The possibility of you sharing a room with Jungkook had you feeling on edge.

You didn't understand what the hell was wrong with you. This wasn't the first time you had to be close to him or to any other member. Living with them for five years sure had it's own effect.

Then what exactly had changed?

Why did you keep looking at him in another light? Why did you feel your stomach sink every time you threw a glance his way?

And look, you didn't even need to specify who him was, because there was no other to begin with. Just him.

You shake your head, trying to shake off the thoughts too.

This wasn't the time. You had to stick to your plan. Act unbothered, be unbothered.

"Look, hyung. She's scheming." Taehyung observed you like you were a wild animal.

You took this in your own advantage.

" I am so gonna get that single room. Just watch," you said with a false sense of self-confidence.

You stomp off the room and get out into the hallway.

You wait until one of the staff members opens the door again and lets you in.

You carefully step inside, making your feet light on the floor so as not to give away your location.

You pace in the living room and then you think of something. You stomp your feet hard on the floor and wait for any other sound coming from upstairs.

Nothing.

Then your ears catch a romping on the corner of the ceiling.

So, that room was already overcrowded then.

You take the stairs and head for the opposite way.

There was no guarantee that it would be empty, considering that there were a lot of members, but at this point you didn't care anymore. You tentatively pull down the handle and peek inside .

Only a glimpse of white sheets greets you. You swing the door completely open and almost cry out of joy.

It's empty.

You had gotten the single room.

You raise your arms in victory and jump right into the single bed , savoring the comfortable feeling of the smooth sheets.

"Ahhh, finally - "

"Peek-a-boo!"

" AAAAAAAGHH!"

You scream at the top of your lungs and fall to the floor with a thump, when you see Jungkook's head peeking from under the bed.

The impact rattles your teeth and you groan in pain.

"What are you doing over there?"

Jungkook pulls off a cocky smile.

"Pranking you, of course. Did you really think you were gonna get a whole room to yourself?"

"I was hoping to."

"Nope, you're stuck with me."

"Come here , you little rascal! " You say through clenched teeth and make an attempt at catching him.

He easily avoids you and swerves to the side. You then start to chase him around the room like a five year-old, but was the boy fast...

When you somehow catch hold of him, you put him in a headlock and are about to smack him upside the head, when the rest of the boys come storming into the room.

"What are you doing?" Asks Yoongi. "We heard screaming."

"What does it look like I'm doing? Beating this kid's ass for almost giving me a heart attack, of course."

"Hey, watch the formalities. I'm older than you," Jungkook protests, head still under your arm.

Jin looks at the nearest camera." Could you please cut this part? We don't want the show to be age - restricted because of her cussing."

You stick your tongue at him and then proceed to make a face at the camera.

Jungkook takes his chance and tickles you on your side.

You release him almost immediately, writhing uncontrollably. You were really ticklish, and at the slightest threat you were always ready to throw hands.

Zero tolerance on that.

Still, you manage to kick him behind the knees, making his legs give out.

"How's the ground, loser?"

He looks at you through his see - through bangs and gives you a mischievous smile.

You notice Hoseok pinching the bridge of his nose and then start laughing yourself.

* * *

You are sitting on the couch along with the boys, waiting for instructions from the staff. Even though this was a time for you to enjoy your holidays and get your mind off of the stress, concerts, and everything else, games and missions weren't something you could get rid of.

" You are all going to try to make dinner for tonight. Each one of you is assigned a special dish, and you are to cook it with the ingredients given to you. The one with the best dish wins 200 dollars to spend on shopping."

Everyone lets out cheers of joy at the mention of money.

You were all rich as hell, but you still got excited even at the mention of so much as a coupon. It was your own way of appreciating little things.

The staff member offers you a basket full of tiny globes, each containing a rolled up paper.

He puts the basket in the middle of the circle were you are all sitting on the floor and gestures for you to proceed.

Taehyung fishes one out and opens it carefully, retrieving the roll of paper inside. He's kinda nervous because he doesn't have much experience with cooking, but you all give him reassuring smiles, nudging him to go on.

The paper reads ' Pasta '.

"You're saved, Taehyungie. That's an easy thing to make," Jimin says.

He sighs, relieved and smiles widely.

Next is Jin, who goes for the globe without hesitation.

Kimbap.

Jimin. Salad.

Jungkook. Steak.

Namjoon. Soup. You snorted when hearing that.

Hoseok. Milk-shakes.

Yoongi. Tteok-bokki.

It was your turn now.You open the paper with shaky hands and read it.

Pancakes.

Yes !

That was one of the only things you knew how to make.

Namjoon looked at you with puppy eyes.

"Would you want to switch?"

You act like you're touched by his display of cuteness then pull off the most serious face.

"No."

You jump around in excitement, showing your piece of paper to the other members with the most exagerated moves.

Jin joins you and you start making silly dance moves together.

* * *

Everyone is busy trying to make their own dish and you're no less invested.

There's a hell of a mess in front of you - flour, milk and eggs. Your hair is smeared white even though you had tied it in a bun on the back of your head.

It was fairly short and there were multiple strands escaping from it, but it didn't bother you that much.

At least the apron was doing a good job of shielding your clothes.

You take a look at the others who are concentrated on their tasks. The only sounds in the room are those of knives, spoons and the occasional sizzling of oil.

Then, out of nowhere Jin's voice is heard.

"Hey guys, can you turn off the AC? I'm a little chilli," he says, while holding an actual chili pepper and then laughs like a windshield wiper.

Everyone is trying to hold their laughter, except for Yoongi who actually looks displeased.

"Please stop. It's making me angry."

Jin ignores him and grabs two eggs from the counter.

"You know why eggs don't tell jokes?" He continues. " Because they'd crack each other up!"

You can't hold it in anymore. You double over with laughter, holding your aching stomach. Everyone else is having the time of their lives because of Jin's antics.

Still giggling, you move around the kitchen trying to find other ingredients and bump into Jungkook along the way.

He kicks you lightly in the shin. You kick him back. You both have your hands occupied - him holding a bowl filled with water and you a pack of flour, so you start a kicking competition.

"Hey, quit it you two!" Yoongi yells over the noise of frying food.

Just to spite him, you pour flour all over Jungkook's head. He is outraged and gets back at you splashing you in the face with the water.

You gasp, the coldness seeping into your clothes and making you shiver.

You are soaking wet and you're making a mess out of the water dripping from your face onto the floor.

He's gonna pay for this.

You're about to grab something to hit him with, when Yoongi grabs both of your shirts an pushes you apart.

"What is it with you two today?"

"He started it," you complain.

Yoongi glares at you one last time and lets you go.

You were beyond pissed off but you couldn't deny that it was entertaining to joke around like this.

You both found yourself grinning at each other.

* * *

Dinner was ready.

You had to admit, it looked quite inviting, several dishes with different colors that let out a delicious scent.

You couldn't wait to dig in and the only thing stopping you was the fact that the staff had to try it first in order to decide who the winner was.

You didn't really care about the money.

Shopping wasn't really your thing and even if you won ( which was unlikely to happen), you would probably give it to Hoseok or something. What you did care about was winning.

After the man had a taste out of everything, he prepared to give the final verdict.

The others started making drum sound effects.

You rolled your eyes.

They just had to make everything look as dramatic as possible.

The staff member didn't hesitate.

"The winner is....Jin."

You all groan out of annoyance while Jin gets up from his seat and blows a kiss at the camera.

You didn't stand a chance, anyway.

Who were you to compete with Jin, the Mighty Cook ?

Curse him and his delicious kimbap.

So you dig in, trying everything that was laid out in front of you.

From the corner of your eye you notice Taehyung stuffing enormous amounts of food in his mouth and you smile.

You didn't know why you had started to get so nostalgic lately, but you couldn't help it.

These random moments were the ones that made you realize there wasn't anywhere in the world that you wanted to be , except here, with your family.

* * *

"Let me get this straight. You expect us to fit into that?" You said pointing at the single bed in front of you.

It hadn't really dawned upon you that there was only one single bed on display. And two of you.

At least the others had where to sleep.

Yoongi and Taehyung had gotten the king-sized bed, Namjoon also the same but all to himself, while Jimin, Jin and Hoseok had been assigned on the room consisting of three single beds.

Jungkook scratches the back of his neck.

"You sleep with your head at the front of the bed, while I sleep with mine at the end."

"You mean so we can sleep while hugging each other's legs?"

"You said it, not me."

Despite all of the pent up frustration, you start laughing.

Once you start, it's impossible to stop.

Your sides start to ache and you almost choke on your spit.

Jungkook stares at you, confusion all over his face.

"What?"

"It's just that," you say, still not being able to produce words correctly, " It's weird how they make us go through all of this, and for what? Just so we can film a reality show."

You shake your head, still smiling.

"Yeah, it is kinda weird now that you mention it," Jungkook says.

He goes for the suitcase on the ground and takes out his pyjamas.

"I'm gonna go change in another room," he says. "You can have the room to yourself."

You nod and go for your own pyjamas.

After he's left, you start slipping out of your clothes.

You'd decided to take an RJ pyjama set with you. The tiny characters were so cute and you really didn't care about looking decent even on your sleep.

Then, you hear a knock on the door.

"Come in" , you say and what greets you is Jungkook wearing his own Cooky pajama set. His black hair and pink clothes makes him look conflicting and you can't help but snort.

"Very funny" ,he mocks you.

He takes his own pillow and puts it at the end of the bed. You take your own and set it at the front.

You both lay down, keeping a respectable distance from each other.

"I can't believe I'm gonna have to hear you snoring all night," you say, eyes on the ceiling.

"I don't snore."

"Yes you do."

"Am not."

"Are to."

"Am no - Ow!"

You pinch his leg.

"Hyung, don't make me beat you again."

His body shakes when he laughs, and he claps his hands together. You turn on your side and are greeted with the sight of his toes right in front of your face.

"Hyung?"

"Yeah?"

"Your feet smell."

"I showered half an hour ago. It must be your nose."

You kick him and he laughs again.

"Y/N?"

"If you're gonna tell me my feet smell, I'll shove you out of the bed."

"I was just gonna say good night."

"Oh. Good night, then."

You take a deep breath through your nose and try to fall asleep, the hint of a smile still on your lips.

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Slip Ups - H.S

Summary: You were a major fan of One Direction before you met your boyfriend of 1 year, Harry Styles, and you've done an amazing job at hiding that fact from him. Sometimes there were slip ups though.

Warnings: Language

When I say I was a big fan of One Direction, I mean BIG. From every inch of my walls covered in posters, to owning anything with their faces on it, I was obsessed. Of course when I turned 18, it became insensible to have all these things, so I packed them in a box and hid it in the back of the family storage shed, gone but never forgotten. Save for their hardcopy albums, movie, and a few other little things, there was little evidence I even knew who they were, Unless you knew me. If you knew me, you'd know there still wasn't a second where there wasn't a lyric running through my head, regardless of the lack of merch.

The day I actually met the boys, it was completely by accident. You bet your ass I was a mess of nerves and a billion words I wanted to say to them, but I didn't want to be the fan that ruined their seemingly peaceful day on the town. So I pretended to not know who they were. Now, here I am a year and 3 months later, having been dating Harry for a whole year, and he still has no idea of my love for the band he's apart of. At least so I thought.

The first time he caught me was early on a Saturday morning.

I groaned tossing and turning quietly in bed. The time read 5:30 AM. Though my limbs were heavy with tiredness I knew I wasn't going back to sleep any time soon, so I decided to get up and start making breakfast. After all, it was Harry's first day back from tour, so I figured he'd appreciate a nice breakfast in bed.

I rushed down stairs, contemplating whether or not a speaker would wake Harry up before ultimately deciding to use headphones. I hit shuffle on my music and began gathering the material to make pancakes and waffles.

Just as I was about to flip over the first batch of pancakes, a familiar tune came on. As the opening to No Control played out, I checked around to make sure Harry wasn't anywhere to be seen, before allowing myself to slowly sway to the song. Swaying turned to bouncing, which turned to jumping around the kitchen nearly shouting the lyrics. The song ended too quickly, so I decided to put on Act My Age, pretending to know how to Irish River Dance, when I turned to stir the eggs, coming face to face with an amused Harry. I let out a screech of embarrassment, ripping my headphones out, my cheeks a bright red.

" 'aving fun there love?" he chuckled, mimicking my dance moves and singing the lyrics to No Control, very sexually might I add.

I shook my head, choosing not to answer but rather face back to the pancakes, flipping them so they don't burn.  I heard him shuffle, the song starting over from the beginning before he came and wrapped his arms around me swaying us to the beat of the music, grinding against my bum, kissing up my neck as he lowly sang his part in my ear.

Sweet, where you lay

still a trace of innocence on your pillow case

As the chorus came up, he spun me around, dramatically doing the movements James Corden made up for the song during their episode of car pool karaoke. This continued for the rest of the song, him dancing around like a weirdo and me joining in eventually. As the song came to an end, he spun me around one last time before kissing me sweetly.

" Didn't think yeh were a fan?" he says, questioningly.

I cleared my throat, face completely flushed.

" 'm not really, just remember that song from when you guys performed it" I shrugged as if I hadn't dedicated my entire teenage existence to these boys.

Thankfully breakfast finished just in time and the subject was spoken about no more. 

 The next time he caught me was even more by surprise.

I had had gotten a text from Harry saying that he was gonna be home late tonight, so I decided to just get ready for bed.

Unknown to her of course, Harry really wasn't staying late, but rather picking up her favorite Chinese take out so they can have a nice movie night in.

I had just stripped down and started washing my hair when a tune came to my head. It was my all time favorite song when I was younger.

Oh I would carry you over

fire and water

for your love

I began dancing terribly in the confined space of the shower, getting louder and just letting loose, considering I was home alone. So I thought at least.

I just finished singing Harry's glorious part where he does the little "Oh I would, oh I would" harmonies when a voice joined in, finishing off the rest of the song. I ripped the curtains back to see Harry leaning against the doorway to the bathroom with a smug look on his face.

"Not a fan, eh?" he prodded once more.

"I only know that song because you epically fell during it" I said defensively, crossing my arms. He only shook his head.

"Yeh just HAD to bring that up didn't yeh? " he said with a pout before exiting the bathroom, the sound of my laughter following him.

 The next time he caught me, it was completely my fault, good thing I had the excuse of it being because the new album , Made In The A.M just came out to save my cover once more.

I was cooking dinner one Wednesday night, Harry lounging lazily on the couch watching the telle, when I started humming some random melodies, before my mind subconsciously landed on Walking In The Wind from the new album. I couldn't help myself, I started quietly singing the words.

You will find me

you will find me

in places that we've never been

for reasons we don't understand

walking in the wind

I started to sway gently to lyrics that hit home for some reason.

After awhile of quietly singing the rest of the song, i felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked over to see Harry peering over the edge of the couch, a look of adoration on his face. I couldn't help but smile back at him.

"Can I help you sir?" I said smirking.

"I just love yeh, and your voice. Sounds real nice te hear you singin my song" he said smirking.

I just shook my head going back to cooking.

 The last time he caught me, I couldn't hide my deep, dark, 1D obsessed past from him any longer.

I was getting ready for the day one morning, Harry in the shower, when a song I haven't heard in ages came on, Magic by none other than One Direction. I was going to press next but i couldn't this song was such a bop I couldn't resist it.

Cause you, you got this spell on me

i don't know what to believe

kissed you once now i can't leave

cause everything you do is magic

I sang into my hairbrush into the mirror. Before i knew it the bathroom door was open and Harry stood watching the scene unfold, holding back laughter.

"ok, we never even technically released that song! Got somethin yeh want to tell me love?" he chuckled. I sighed knowing there wasn't any point in hiding it now. i sat him down on the bed, acting as if i was about to tell him i ran over his cat.

"Look, H, my lovely boyfriend, there is no easy way to tell you this" i started off sighing. He tried to hold back his laughter.

"I have been, unknown to you, obsessed with this band called One Direction, for YEARS. Maybe you heard of them? Mhmm, i had every poster, anything with their face on it, you name it, i had it." I said nodding my head, trying to keep a straight face.

"no way?!" he gasped feigning surprise, bursting out into laughter moments later.

"but darling, in all honesty, i already knew. Your sister told me one time about the "unmentionable" box in the shed" he said laughing as my face burned up.

"But i still love you all the same. You are still completely adorable" he whispered  quietly. I love this man even more, if that was even possible.

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