#like the little kisses are cute but i was like okay where is that oomph

[behbita]

#listen this is the standard #like the little kisses are cute but i was like okay where is that oomph #and then all it took was for mon to feel some kind of way for it to happen #bless #gap the series #gts #gtsedit #freen sarocha #becky armstrong #wlw #lgbtq #kissing #passion #hunger #tvedit #tvgifs #thaidrama #asiandramasource #behbgifs

[moonstruckme]

hiii! i love the way you wite james, so i was wondering if you could write something with reader getting james flowers and he's never gotten flowers before,,, it would be so cute, thanks bae!

Hi, thanks so much sweetheart :)

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 720 words

You show up at James’ doorstep on a crisp Tuesday afternoon with a small bunch of sunflowers clutched in your hand. 

His grin is automatic. “Hi, angel.” You smile back at him, raising your hand in a cute little wave. “We don’t have plans, do we? I thought I was picking you up for coffee tomorrow morning.” 

“We don’t,” you reassure him. “I was just around, and I thought I might say hi, if that’s okay.” The wind blows your hair into your face, and you brush it behind your ear. 

“Of course it’s okay.” James reaches forward, giving your shoulder a squeeze while he ushers you through the door. You look really lovely, cheeks pinkened and hair tousled from the chilly wind. “I always love to see you, you know that. What are these?” 

“These?” You hold up the flowers, and he nods. “They’re for you.” 

He feels his heart do a funny little twitch. “Wait, isn’t giving flowers supposed to be my thing?” 

You roll your eyes, moving past him into the kitchen. “Don’t be so old-fashioned, Potter. They made me think of you, so I got them. Do you have, like, a vase or something I could set them in?”

James is starstruck. He’s so in love he’s choking on it. 

“Or I could just set them on the table, I guess,” you go on, opening and closing cabinets. “They’re your flowers, you can do whatever you want with them.” 

“They made you think of me?” 

You pause, giving him an odd look. “Well, yeah.” 

“Why?” 

You shrug, looking, for the first time since you’ve arrived, a bit bashful. “I don’t know. They just reminded me of you a little bit. They’re yellow, I guess. You don’t feel like you’re a yellow person?” 

A smile tugs at James’ lips. “I’d be honored to be a yellow person.” 

“Well, good.” You blow out a breath that’s half laugh. A piece of hair slips from behind your ear, and you slot it back in place. “So, do you have anything I can put them in, or?”

“I might have an empty wine bottle, or I could borrow a vase from Remus…” he shakes his head. “Sweetheart, could you come here for a second?” 

You look bemused, but oblige him, meeting him halfway by the kitchen table. James’ arms come around you so fast a tiny oomph of surprise leaves you just before he lifts you off your feet. You hug him back a second later, pushing your nose into his shoulder, and James can feel the soft silkiness of petals where you’re crushing the flowers to the back of his neck. 

“What’s this for?” you ask after a little while, and it’s a good thing, because James was starting to worry he was holding you so tightly you couldn’t breathe. 

“This is so nice of you,” James says, voice heavy with fondness. He lowers you back to the ground, but sets his hands on your shoulders to keep you still while he plants a solid kiss on the top of your head. “Thank you, sweetheart.” 

“James, they’re just flowers.” 

There’s nothing just about this. “They made you think of me,” he says feebly, big thumbs stroking lovingly on either side of your face. “Angel, that’s the sweetest thing I ever heard. What’re you trying to do to me, huh?” 

“Oh my god.” You roll your eyes, but there’s no real annoyance in your tone, only warmth. “You bring me flowers all the time. I’m just returning the favor for once.” 

James smiles at you with all he’s worth. You don’t get it, but that’s okay. It’s enough that you care. “I’m gonna get you the best, most chocolatey coffee in the world tomorrow,” he promises. “And a giant pastry to go with it.” 

“You get me enough.” You push against his chest playfully. “How am I supposed to get even if you keep getting me things?” 

“You’re not,” he says plainly. “That’s my grand plan for keeping you on the hook. You’re never allowed to even out the balance.” 

“We’ll see about that.” You grin as you step out of his embrace, moving back into the kitchen. “Where’s that wine bottle? The next thing I’m getting you is a proper vase.” 

James thinks he could get used to this. 

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[candied-boys]

Catboy Charles x F!Reader Part 3

Tags: fluffy cat!!! Some French here and there. Bit of a panic attack, but lots of cuddles.

Part 2

The sun must be strong today, for you feel much warmer under the blankets than usual. Blinking away the sleep and wincing at the light, you roll over and nuzzle back into the pillow. The opposite side of the bed is no cooler though, and you sense that the mattress dispersion isn't quite right either.

In the back of your mind, these little changes are adding up to a single conclusion, and you begin to wonder just how much you drank last night to have brought someone home with you that you don't even remember fucking. Sitting up and peeking under the blanket, you immediately notice something terribly amiss. The expected stranger is actually very familiar.

Grey ears twitch when you poke them and a long, silky tail flicks lazily to and fro. Shivering and rolling over the young man - who is also naked - blinks up at you before yawning, “Ma maîtresse, est ce que tout va bien? You look upset today.”

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Locking gazes with the pale blue eyes that have greeted you every dawn for a year now, you know exactly who it is. “Minou?” you whisper in disbelief, and watch him stretch, mumbling as he does so. “I'll make you happy today. Don't worry, ma maîtresse. You can have all my love.”

Kneeling in bed next to you, he inclines his head as he always does when he wants to be pet, but you're too startled to scratch his ears. “I must be dreaming… I guess I'll wake up eventually,” you conclude solemnly and flop back down on your pillow.

Those familiar moonstones hold your gaze where you lie, but eventually he gives up waiting for attention. Murmuring something about breakfast and your excessive drinking habits, he turns around and sneaks off the bed without any of his usual elegance. The next instant panicked whispers fill the room, and almost as quickly he climbs back up on the bed.

“Oomph!” you huff as he sits on your tummy like normal, but before you can get him off, you catch sight of the tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Ma maîtresse! Please don't abandon me! I promise I'll be good. I don't know how this happened! I'm sorry, so please don't kick me out!! Please don't hate me!! I don't know what happened!!”

Brushing away the saline pooling in his round eyes, you can't help but think that you must be really stressed at work to be dreaming up such crack. Sincerely hoping this dream doesn't get any worse, you pat the space beside you and coax him to lie down.

“Charles, I would never ever abandon you. This is just a bad dream. You'll be okay when we wake up, okay?”

“Bad dream, bad dream, bad dream,” he repeats, clinging to your waistline and nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Carding his messy mop of lavender grey hair, you hold him close and tuck the blankets around him. “That's right. Let's just cuddle like usual. There's no need for tears. I will always love you.”

“Promise?” he asks, sugary voice cracking with distress.

“Mhm. I promise,” you reply with a kiss to his crown.

With the light no longer streaming in from the east, you wake to the comforting familiarity of your dimly lit bedroom at noon. Beneath your palm is the equally soothing familiarity of silky soft fur. Momentarily, you lay in that serenely subconscious state where neither the memories of past dreams nor the awareness of impending anxieties plague you.

The details of your world awake one by one as your hazy mind comprehends the gentle purr ringing in your ears, the weight of your blanket, the stiffness that accompanies sleeping in one position for too long, and so on, until the ceiling comes into clear view.

Wincing at the revelation that you are rather hungover, the hand not scratching those cute ears cradles your forehead. With a sigh you rise from the bed to fetch yourself some relief, or at least you attempt to. However, what you had parsed in your sleepy state as the weight of your cat on your stomach turns out to be much more.

You are well acquainted with the fact that you do not, or cannot, indulge in the same dream twice. Pleasant or distressing, your dreams rarely repeat themselves. When they do, it is most often a dream you dreamt once as a child, never a novelty.

Snatching your phone from under the pillow, you call the friend you have plans with later today and cancel. You know that whatever this turns out to be, you will be either very much in need of an extended trip to the hospital or will be stuck at home indefinitely.

At length, you pull back the comforter once more, revealing velvet ears and the sleeping creature they're attached to. From where he lays between your legs with one cheek resting on your abdomen, you can only see the messy fringe that hides his features, but his quiet purring vibrates through your whole torso.

A fear of what awaits should you rouse him consumes your thoughts, keeping you still beneath his slow breathing. Recalling how he sobbed mere hours ago begging not to be kicked out, you wonder what you ever did to make him believe you could be so cruel. You've never sprayed him with water. You've never left him alone for more than a day. You don't even let him go on the balcony let alone leave the apartment, so why he would expect to be forced out you can't understand.

Mulling over everything that has happened in the last year, you eventually stumble upon the question you should have been asking from the beginning - how did your darling cat turn human overnight?

“It just doesn't make any sense. C'est impossible…” you mumble to yourself as you continue to pet his silky tresses out of habit.

Oversized ears twitch to life at the sound of your voice and a pink tongue peeks out with a big yawn. As he so often does when he first awakes, he rolls onto his back and arcs into a stretch. Upside down though you must be to him, his pale blue eyes seek yours across your chest, and the moment they catch you he breaks into a delighted smile.

Returning the affectionate gaze, you scratch his ear and contemplate aloud, “Minou, how on Earth did you turn into a human?”

The shattered expression that follows the question tells you what's to come. Frantically he checks his paws only to find hands, and with those same hands he caresses the skin that has replaced fur. Sitting up where he was laid between your legs, he tosses the blanket aside and discovers that only his tail remains of his lower half.

Just before he turns, you sit up too and wrap your arms around him from behind. His back heaves against your chest with shallow breaths as he teeters on the edge of a panic attack, repeating “I'm sorry,” and “Please don't hate me,” over and over and over.

You can hardly fathom how frightening it would be to wake up and be what you are not, to lose control over your own body, to undergo such a change without consent. Shushing him softly, you hug him tight and whisper comfort. “It's okay, Minou. You're okay. We'll figure this out together. I still love you. I'm not going to abandon you. I promised, remember?”

Tears in his eyes, he shifts in your hold and curls up against your chest. “Please don't hate me… it's all my fault, I know… but please… please don't hate me, ma maîtresse.”

Cradling his shaking form, you answer, “I would never hate you, Charles. Why would you ever think that?”

“Because I always end up being hated… My first owner abandoned me when they moved. I tried so hard to love the next family that took me in, to make them love me, but they hated me too. Eventually, they kicked me out…”

Though he peers up at you from under long lashes, his crystal eyes see nothing, only wavering dangerously with fevered anxiety and vivid memories.

“I realized I wasn't loving them well enough. Maybe if I had loved them more, they would have kept me… But it was too late. That's why I became so affectionate. I was so happy with the love I received from the people in this neighbourhood! Even though I had nowhere to sleep at night and the winters were cold, I was so fulfilled by their love!”

In that instant, his terrified expression melts into a perfect smile - a perfect, hollow smile. Lost for words, you watch him scuttle out of your embrace to perch next to you on the bed.

“I promised myself that I would love them more and more, so that one day they would love me too. And I was right! I finally gave someone enough love that I was loved back!” he explains and rubs his cheek on your shoulder affectionately.

Hesitantly, you ask the question you already know the answer to. “Do you mean me?”

“Mais oui, ma maîtresse!”

“Charles, I didn't take you to the vet just because you were sweet to me.”

“Yes, you did. You said I deserved to be loved because I've given nothing but love to everyone around me. So, I finally earned your love!”

“Minou, you don't earn love. It's a gift you give without expectation…”

Tilting his head back and forth, he stares at you in silence for a moment. Breaking into a smile, he giggles, “How silly! That's not true at all! You never would have saved me if I hadn't worked so hard to get you to like me. If I was any other street cat you would have let me die.”

Dumbfounded you mull over his words. He isn't wrong, and he isn't quite right either. You don't go around saving every alley cat, but would you try to save the life of a human stranger?

You would like to think you would, but what if saving a life cost you something like it did with Charles? You'd like to think you're heroic enough to give your own life for someone else's, but what if it wasn't that romantic?

Would you save the life of a stranger if it would empty your bank account? Honestly, no. What about a family member? Definitely yes. So, what's the difference? Would you be saving that family member out of an obligation to repay their kindness, or would you do it even if you had a rift in the family?

Perhaps he's right that affection breeds affection, but you're certain there is more to love than a duty to compensate what has been received. You're also certain that - had he turned out to be miserable after taking him in - you would only have kept him out of a sense of responsibility. And yet, you know that does not equate with love. Thus, given that he will behave as expected, you are able and willing to invest yourself to the point of love. QED.

Brows furrowed and thoughts churning, you answer softly, “Maybe you're right, Charles… but I'm sure that there is more to loving someone than simply wanting to be loved in return.”

Immediately clinging to your arm, he panics again. “Do you mean you don't really love me? Am I still not enough for you? I can work harder! I promise I'll be a good kitty! Please don't leave me alone!”

Shushing him in your embrace, you reassure his that he's more than enough and coax him back under the covers to cuddle. Snuggled up together and clasping his two hands in your own, you ask him if he has any idea how this happened.

“I'm not sure… I always hope I can be with you forever… sometimes I wish on shooting stars… but I never ask to be human…”

Cats no nothing of science, it would seem. Though it also seems science knows nothing of catboys.

“Where did you learn that?” you query with genuine curiosity.

“From the movies.” The way he tilts his head as if to say this should be obvious is concerning, but you get the feeling that telling him he can't believe everything he sees in the movies would cause one more identity crisis than you can handle in a single day.

Part 4

#charles route release campaign #ikevam charles #ikemen vampire charles #charles henri sanson #ikevamp charles #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevam

[lunartearrose]

Oc Kiss Week 2024 #1 - Almost :)

Series: pokespe

Drabble below! Tw cuz Jackie faces transphobia for a sec in the beginning.

Jackie had been running as fast as her legs could carry her, deep into the Ilex forest with no real plan about where she was going. But finally, she was slowing down, too out of breath to keep it up.

That damn old man from Azalea logging company recognized her. Right in front of her rival, secretly best friend, called her Jack, and told her to take the skirt off.

Jackie was too frazzled to say a single thing. But her rival, Winter, seemed to misunderstand, going at the man with her Glaceon and croconaw, yelling obscenities as she tore through the old jerk's team of farfetch'd and magmar.

But the old man kept going. Kept insisting, drawing attention, and she couldn't take it anymore. And thus, she took off, cloak pulled overhead so she wouldn't be seen by anyone else.

Collapsing in the soft grass, Jackie cried. All this time, all the effort to convince Winter that she was a different person, ruined in an instant. Jackie had liked being this cute, gentle girl that Winter met days ago, instead of Jack, a fumbling boy barely in control of his psychic power, unable to keep a single pokemon listening to him that Winter knew for years as a bit of a failure.

She didn't want to stop being Jackie. But now what? What would her rival think of her? Would she be forced to stop being a girl? Could she ever face Winter again? Or their friends?

Thinking like this was hurting her, but she couldn't help it. For her, she felt it was over.

Jackie had spent so long sobbing, she didn't hear Winter calling for her. She only noticed when Winter’s Glaceon burst through the brush, calling out behind her for her trainer's attention.

Fear ripped through Jackie's heart instantly. She couldn't face her. She felt like a liar. She struggled to her feet, running the other way again.

“Jackie- hey!!” Winter called out.

Jackie kept going. She barely got any oomph left, and she knew Winter would gain on her. But still…

“Im- … s-sorry… that i lied-!” Jackie wheezed, hating the way her voice had sounded since she couldn't control it like this, “I don't… deserve… to be your rival…”

“Ugh, what the fuck are you talking about?!” Winter yelled back, “You're not a liar!”

Jackie could feel herself slowing, her heartbeat in her ears, in her throat, choking her from the run slowly turning to jog. “I… I am…!”

Jackie turned back, attempting to see how much Winter closed the distance on her.

The smaller girl jumped and tackled her to the ground, letting force do the work. To lessen the impact, Jackie instinctively used her psychic power to slow her descent before her head hit the dirt too fast.

Now, Winter was sitting on Jackie's stomach, hands perched on her shoulders. Her purple eyes glared down at the poor, winded girl, comparatively barely breaking a sweat.

“Gotcha… now.” Winter began, softening her voice as best as she could manage, “Whaddaya mean you're lying? This isn't about what that dickhead said, is it?”

Jackie didn't respond, only tearing up again. Slowly, she nodded.

Winter sighed softly. “Jackie. You being Jackie isn't some lie. You being the same person as Jack isn't a lie either - it's like- like how Toto evolved into a Croconaw a little while back. You know? So don't worry about it. Dickhead was the dickhead, not you.”

Jackie whined softly, “b-but at the start… i told you…”

“Ugh, that? The thing about being ‘Jack's cousin’? I know what you said. Back then, I rolled with it, but I knew it was you. Trust me, I wouldn't share my clothes with a girl I don't know.” Winter explained. “I won't be mad if you go back, or if you want to keep being a girl. You're my best friend, and it'd be stupid of me to force you either way. So quit cryin’.”

At this, Winter pulled a sleeve over her finger, and gently wiped the tears away from Jackie's cheeks. Jackie felt a bit more calmed down, her mind starting to stop racing.

“Okay…” Jackie replied. “C…can you keep the secret, still? Just go with that story for anyone who knows us…”

“Yeah, sure.” Winter replied. She sat back, looking up at the sky. “You know. I've kind of had my own secret evolution…thing. If I'm keepin’ yours, would you keep mine a secret, too?”

“Secret? S-sure…"Jackie answered.

“Thanks.” Winter said. “Just… try not to be afraid. It freaks me out. Bet you'll pass out or something, hehe.”

At this, Winter began to reveal her secret. She closed her eyes, and drew in a deep breath. In a shimmer of silver light, a horn appeared at the part of her hair, protruding from her forehead. Her light blue hair grew dark at the tips, and her freckles were now a similar silvery-blue as the horn on her head. From her back, silver wing-like appendages formed, with 2 deep blue claws at the end of each.

Now, Winter leaned forward, holding Jackie's head in her now-clawed hands. She opened her eyes, and instead of their usual beautiful purple, they were now a bright, glowing red. Jackie felt frozen under her gaze. Her heart picked up once again.

“Well?” Winter asked. Her voice was unusually quiet, near a whisper. She leaned in a bit more, to make sure she's heard. “They've been growing since I was 14, or at least that's when I noticed it… the horn can't break, and my hands can't grip my wings much. I can't speak up like this, but I think that's because another voice is growing in, too. I'm… not that human anymore, I don't think. But I can hide it. Isn't it scary?”

Jackie stared at her, taking in the details. Winter stared back. Winter began to back off, but Jackie grabbed her by the jacket, pulling her closer again.

“What're you…?” Winter muttered in confusion.

Then she saw it - Jackie was all flustered. Was it from the running? It couldn't be…

Jackie wanted to scream. She wanted to yell at winter and tell her she wasn't scary at all. She loved Winter, and always appreciated her support. No matter what - they'd be there for each other! Always!

But also? Also, Jackie really wanted to kiss her. Well, Jackie always wants to kiss Winter. And especially now! She was extra gorgeous with wings and a horn!

Winter tilted her head in confusion. “Jackie…?”

#ockiss24 #ockissweek24 #ocs #pokespe #jackie (oc) #winter (oc)

[blackhairedjjun]

tnc: freefall full thoughts

(cross posted from elsewhere i'm just putting it here too lol)

before this album came out, sonically my fave txt albums are tdc: eternity, tcc: fight or escape (i really like loser lover and moa diary okay), and m2: thursday's child. and i think tnc: freefall is DEFINITELY up there -- idk where it ranks exactly but mannn it's so solid, i get why the critics at the preview were calling it a pivotal / turning point album for them. it does so many things musically yet stays thematically cohesive, the lyrics are lovely, and just feels like a natural evolution for them.

thoughts on each track:

growing pain - i can't believe i'm saying this but i think this track has a chance to dethrone opening sequence as my new favorite album opener (and opening sequence is one of my fave txt songs ever). but WOW i love rock txt!! i love how they pour their hearts out on rock tracks! listening to this right after farewell neverland is such a delight bc you have the contrast between making the decision to fall vs. ACTUALLY falling. and the latter HURTS. and they want you to feel that hurt in the song. i love going back to this track and jamming to it

chasing that feeling - oh this is just slathered in that 80s synthpop sound and i adore it so, the synths are just so catchy and i can't really describe it idk that sound just scratches the itch in my brain the right way. but something about it is such a gut punch?? there's something about "my fate, come and kiss me" and "maybe i'll miss it for good / the sweet mirage" that just GETS me. missing something so bad but knowing you have to move on from it... ugh!! not sure yet where i'd rank this among txt title tracks but man i do love listening to it.

back for more (txt ver) - this is the pre-release, we already heard and loved this one. honestly i like both the anitta version and this one, i feel like their second verses do different things: the anitta version keeps things interesting by changing it up, the txt version does that by escalating things. i.e. the former introduces elements of latin and funk while the latter enhances the nice disco pop stuff already going on. but yeah this one bops, also this song being third in the tracklist + right after ctf confirms to me that it's about wanting more of that neverland stuff even tho you said you would move on from it lol

dreamer - mmmm this song is so smooth!! i've seen a few people calling it the more mature / sexier version of 20cm but i still like 20cm more lol. but they both have a smooth r&b sound that makes you want to melt so i get it! it's a little bit lo-fi-esque which is a vibe that i enjoy and just adds to the smoothness of it, then we've got those lovely lovely falsettos. also wow the lyrics to this are really sweet? like... finding that dream you once held on to when you were younger and getting meaning from it once again. ohhh i melt

deep down - this one is boppy!! unfortunately it's a mid-2010s edm-pop type of song which is not a genre i particularly like, so i can't imagine listening to this one a lot. but for people who like that genre i think it works well! also it being a sequel song to crown is just. so cute. awww

happily ever after - aka happy fools' more melancholy older sibling HAHA. like deep down i can't imagine myself listening to this much, i think it needs a little more oomph to really capture me, but it's got a bittersweet mood to it and it conveys that mood pretty well.

skipping stones - I LOVE THIS ONE. this + growing pain are my faves of the newly introduced b-sides! it has that indie rock ost vibe that i'm weak for but it's also so warm, when i listen to it i want to turn the song into a real physical blanket i can wrap myself in. everyone sounds so good here and it's such a treat to listen to. and when i looked up the lyrics they made me melt!! "in order for the me from tomorrow to embrace the overwhelmed you of today, when it touches the shining waves, i'll hold your two shaking hands"??? STOP YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY. i started smiling suddenly while listening to this that's just how warm it feels

blue spring - ok i already knew i would love this one bc i heard it live, but i thought the studio version would just be a cleaner-sounding version of the live one. but then THE ADDED ADLIBS??? THE HARMONIZING??? OH I'M SO EMOTIONAL. MY HEART SWELLS EVERY TIME I LISTEN TO THIS AAHH BLUE SPRING I LOVE YOU SO. that said i don't like that they removed the guitar strumming intro at the beginning and there's some weird autotune shit on some of hueningkai's adlibs. but i love this song as a whole too much for it to detract from my listening experience

do it like that - we all know this one too lol. i agree with all the people saying that it feels out of place on this album and they just stuck it on here cause it needed to go somewhere, but yeah it doesn't fit thematically. it's cute and fun but to me this song is musical candy: a sweet treat to listen to but not too substantial. it does what it does just fine but it's so jarring in this context

chasing that feeling (eng) - can i just say that i love the lyric choices here?? "in my kaleidoscope are pressed butterflies" and "time's a thief that keeps on stealing" and "hoping for twice in a lifetime, is that too much to ask?" and even short phrases like "a perpetual high." mmmm chef kiss. this and the korean version give off different vibes, the kor one is more conflicted / melancholy while the eng one is more wistful / determined. i love them both though

#bhj rambles

[iamfruitie]

In Too Deep Chapter 24

Full Lesson

Mad looked down at the now unconscious man on his lab’s floor, sighing a little. 

“Now I have to take care of this.” He flicked his wrist and had his mallet return to its smaller form, setting it down on the table. “Tempted to just dump him somewhere and let him find his own way home.” Phantom glanced at Mare, saw that he had his ‘blue screen’ face, and walked over.

“I got him, you’re about to have something else to deal with.” Phantom grabbed the man by the hair. 

“Deal with what?” Mad didn’t get an answer from Phantom as he, and the man, were gone. “Mare, do you know what he was talking about?” Mad blinked and now had Mare right in front of him. 

“That was so fucking sexy~” Mare nearly growled, wrapping an arm around Mad’s waist and holding him close. 

“It was?” Mad’s hands went to Mare’s chest without a second thought. 

“Very.” Mare used a thumb to wipe away the blood on Mad’s face, seeing that there was a little cut on his lip. “He hurt you.”

“It’s nothing.” Mad watched as Mare licked the blood off of his thumb, his eyes appearing to darken and a tint of pink showing on his cheeks as he looked at Mad’s body. 

“Are you wearing my shirt?” 

“Sorry. I just-” 

“Mad?” Mare’s voice was deeper and he was now holding Mad’s face with his hand.

“Y-Yes?” Mad squeaked out, feeling Mare’s other hand slide down the curve of his back.

“I’d like to teach you some more lessons, are you okay with that?” Mare paused all movements; ready in case Mad said no to step away, to head out for a bit and feed before returning. 

“Yes.” Mad nodded his head as well. Mare responded by kissing Mad, cleaning off the rest of the blood on Mad’s lip, and getting a little whimper from Mad. 

“Is everything okay?” Jackie was now at the door, having taken a while for him to get to the other side of the mansion. “I-” He stopped his next sentence when Mare growled at him and sent himself and Mad away. “The fuck!?” 

Mad landed on his bed with a little ‘oomph’, having Mare right on top of him. He opened his mouth to say something but it came out as a shaky gasp as Mare started to kiss and nip at his neck. Mare really like having Mad in his shirt, how his scent just mixed so wonderfully with his own, his blood was so much sweeter than before as well and it just worked him up.

“M-Mare.” Mad finally got out, just barely able to as Mare’s hands went under the shirt, fingers barely grazing against his skin. “Jack-Jackie saw you do that.” 

“Oh well.” Mare lifted the shirt up and started kissing Mad’s chest. “I’ll take care of that later, but right now-” He flicked his tongue over one of Mad’s nipples, grinning when that got another gasp. “-I’m going to take care of you~” 

“O-Okay.” Mad lifted his arms when Mare slipped the shirt off of him, squeaking when Mare then caught him by the wrists and pinned them down to the bed. 

“You look too damn good like that.” Mare hummed. “I’ll be right back.” He winked before sending himself over to where his duffel bag was, digging around for a second and pulling out a bottle. “I have a feeling you don’t have lube.” 

“There’s lubricant for my machines,” Mad commented, having Mare appear right back on top of him.

“Not that kind, Madsy.” Mare chuckled, setting the bottle on Mad’s chest before leaning back to remove his own shirt. “This can actually go inside of you.” 

“Oh.” Mad grabbed the bottle and looked at the label, turning it around to read the back. He read the ingredients, the ‘examples’ of how it can be used, and went red in the face at said examples. 

“Don’t get too lost in there.” Mare plucked the bottle from Mad’s hand, letting Mad see that he was now fully bare. He had taken that moment of Mad’s reading to undress. “It’s cute how flustered you get at seeing me naked.” Mare chuckled, hands tugging at the bottom of Mad’s boxers. Seeing Mad lift his hips a little told Mare he could pull them off all the way. 

“Are the lessons based on what was on the bottle?” Mad asked; a hand up towards his mouth, legs slightly bent, other hand resting on his stomach and just looking delicious. 

“Yes, they are,” Mare answered, popping open the bottle. 

“And it’ll feel good?” 

“I’ll make sure of it.” Mare put a little bit of lube on a finger and picked up Mad’s hand off of his stomach, smearing it on his own fingers to let Mad feel the texture of it first. 

“Oh?” Mad rubbed his fingers together. “Weird.” 

“Good or bad weird?” 

“Good.” Mad stopped and stared at his hand, unsure of what to do with it now. Mare had kept his shirt nearby for this and grabbed it, cleaning off Mad’s hand. 

“Wanted to be sure first,” Mare said as an explanation before tossing the shirt aside and getting the bottle once more. Mad wasn’t sure what Mare meant by that at the moment and just watched as Mare coated his own fingers with a generous amount of the lube. “Remember, tell me no, stop, or even hit me if you need me to stop.” 

“Okay.” Mad arched his back a little when Mare tucked his clean arm under it. He immediately wrapped his arms around Mare when he was turned and was now chest to chest with him, both laying on their sides. 

“Put your leg around me.” Mare tapped the thigh of the leg he was talking about with the wrist of his hand. 

“Okay.” Mad repeated and lifted said leg, resting it on top of Mare’s.  

“We’ll go nice and slow for you.” Mare pressed a finger against Mad’s ass, not pushing in yet and just rubbing against him. Mad unconsciously flinched away from the touch and Mare paused, waiting until Mad relaxed before continuing the movement. Mad slid his hands down to Mare’s chest and rested his face against it as well, squirming as Mare did push a finger in. 

“That’s…different.” Mad commented. “Good different.” He added and leaned more against Mare as he felt the finger gently thrust into him. 

“I told you.” Mare chuckled. “And it’ll only get better.” He slowly pushed in a second finger, waiting again as Mad squirmed. “There you go, good boy.” 

“M-Mare~” Mad softly panted, hips rocking a little at the praise and the fingers thrusting into his once more. 

“Does someone like this~?” Mare pressed his leg against Mad, holding him so that he could rut a bit better. 

“I-I do.” Mad went back and forth between leaning towards Mare’s hand and rubbing his cock against his thigh. “God~” 

“Just Mare works.” Mare couldn’t help from teasing as he got a third finger in, loving the moan Mad let out. 

“Mare~” Mad moaned out right after that. “I-I-” Mare caught what he was trying to say and reached his other hand down, continuing to thrust his fingers and was now stroking his cock. Mad dug his fingers into Mare’s chest, taking in a few deep breaths before moaning again, cumming on his stomach and Mare’s hand. 

“How was that?” Mare took his hands away as Mad looked up at him. 

“Can we…can we do…the other lesson too?” That question got an extra rush to go down Mare’s back. 

“Fuck yeah, we can.” He flipped them over again so it was Mad on his back again and Mare sitting between his legs. 

“You’ll be…gentle, right?” Mad glanced down as he spoke, getting Mare to feel a flutter in his chest. 

“Of course.” Mare pressed a kiss to Mad’s forehead. Mad felt his own flutter at the gesture. “I got you.” Mare grabbed the lube again and was very generous with coating his cock with it. “Just stay nice and relaxed, it’ll take a second to adjust, but it’ll feel good soon.” He pressed just the tip of his cock against Mad. 

“I trust you.” Mad’s voice was soft and Mare flushed in the face at that, the flutter becoming a full bloom of warmth. He leaned in and kissed Mad, swallowing the gasp he let out as he started to push in. Mare went very slow, almost painfully so for himself, making sure that Mad was okay. 

“Almost there,” Mare spoke against Mad’s lips, finally stopping when he was all the way in, hips fully pressed against his. 

“So…full…” Mad panted out. 

“Thank you.” Mare chuckled a little. “You good?” 

“V-Very.” Mad was clinging to Mare’s shoulders, trembling slightly with each breath. 

“Good boy~” Mare just barely rolled his hips, watching Mad’s face. 

“A-Ah~” Mad squeezed his legs against Mare’s sides. 

“Such a good boy.” Mare nipped at Mad’s neck, continuing his gentle thrusts and keeping them as even as possible. He didn’t think this could feel that good, he was used to more of a…rough time but hearing Mad’s groans and whimpers made it all so wonderful that he didn’t care about being so slow. Eventually Mad started to rock back against him, letting him know he could go faster. 

“Mare~!” Mad cried out when Mare started to actually thrust. “O-Oh~!” 

“Fuck.” Mare cursed, a hand gripping Mad’s hip as Mad dug his nails into him. 

“G-good, so-so good.” Mad stammered, not really thinking of what he was saying. Mare nearly growled at that and took his other hand to stroke Mad’s cock. 

“Go on, cum for me again, make a mess,” Mare spoke right into Mad’s ear, far from shocked when Mad moaned loudly and did just that. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Mad rambled as he came, feeling several waves of pleasure hit him over and over again. Eventually, Mare pulled out, knowing Mad could not handle him continuing. Not yet anyway. Mare adjusted Mad’s legs so they were pressed together and he slipped his cock between his thighs. 

“Keep them together,” Mare told Mad and started thrusting again, fucking Mad’s thighs at a harsher speed, letting himself go at a closer pace that he liked. Mad did as he was told and held on to Mare, gasping as he still felt Mare rubbing against him. Mare kept an ear out for any signs of needing to stop but only got sounds of pleasure from Mad. “Fuck~!” Mare cursed loudly when he came, keeping that same speed for a good handful of thrusts before slowing down. 

“Mare…” 

“Yes?” Mare rubbed at Mad’s hip, unsure yet if he may have bruised that spot. 

“That was…really good…I hope that-that we can do it again.” Mad held Mare in a tight hug, blushing brightly as he spoke. “And that I…that I can get better at it for you.” 

“God, you are too precious for this world.” Mare lifted his head and kissed Mad.

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Thief in the Night

(aka a random Emicami fic because I fucking felt like it. Prepare for some wholesome, adorable, and hilarious fluff. Enjoy!)

Mirabel skipped over to the dinner table and sat herself down, right next to her sister Isabela. “Hey, Isa!” she chirped. “How ya doing?” 

Isa turned to her and smiled. “Oh, hi, Mirabel! I’m good. How are you?” 

“Good, thanks for asking. I like your dress, what did you do with it?” 

Isa looked down at her dress, a vibrant yellow and green with assorted mixtures of pink, brown, purple, red, and orange here and there. “Oh, I just thought of spicing it up here and there, is all.” 

“Well, I like it!” Mirabel said. 

“Thanks, I knew you would!” Isabela smiled and hugged Mira. 

“You’re welcome!” Mirabel said, hugging back. She started to whisper something else in Isabela’s ear, but a finger tapped Mirabel’s shoulder, forcing her to turn around. 

“Umm, Mirabel, excuse me, please. I wanna sit next to my prima-hermana.” 

“Oh, of course, Dolores.” Mirabel nodded at her smiling prima as she slowly got up. “As long as I get to still set next to my favorite cousin, of course.” 

Dolores giggled, then turned to Isabela. “Mariano’s little sister…” and just like that the two were enveloped in their typical gossip. 

Mirabel turned to see Luisa sitting across from her, talking to Julieta. She sighed. 

“Whatever, I’ll just talk to Camilo,” she said, turning to the seat on the other side of her from Dolores. But there was no Camilo in sight. “Camilo? Wait, is he even at this table?” 

A toucan flew down out of nowhere and landed itself on Mirabel’s shoulder. It was funky, but everyone else was used to it by now. They all knew where it had come from. 

The toucan squawked. Mirabel nodded in confusion. “Uh huh…” she murmured, pretending to understand. “Help, somebody translate it for me.” 

“Camilo’s in his room!” Antonio chirped as he showed up out of nowhere. 

“Oh, well, I’ll go get him, then,” Mirabel pushed back her chair as she walked towards the stairs. 

“Mirabel, where are you going?” Alma said. 

“I’m going to go get Camilo,” Mirabel explained. 

“Oh, okay mi vida.” Alma turned back to talking to Pepa. 

Mirabel walked up the stairs to Camilo’s room. Opening the door, she walked through the mirrors to find Camilo sleeping in his bed, cuddling up in his blanket with his teddy bear. Snug as a bug in a rug. He looked cute as an Angel when sleeping. But Mirabel knew that she had to wake him, even though she was going to regret it. 

“Camilo…” 

Camilo continued snoring and ignored her, drooling on the teddy bear’s eye. Yuck. 

“Camilo…” Mirabel bent down to Camilo’s level and shook him gently. “Camilo, Camilo wake up.” 

“Not now Dolores…” Camilo slurred as he licked his lips, his eyes still closed. “I’m trying to eat an empanada.” 

“Camilo. Camilo, it’s Mami!” Maybe if Mirabel pretended to be Pepa, Camilo would awake. She tickled him playfully, and kissed him on the cheek. It didn’t work. Camilo even wiped the kiss away while still asleep! How did that work? 

Mira sighed. The only one who could wake Camilo up with a kiss was Antonio. No one else could do it. 

“Eeerrruhh, you leave me with no other choice.” Standing up, she took a deep breath, and then yanked the pillow from under Camilo’s head violently, smacking him with it brutally. “CAMILO! CAMILO WAKE THE HECK UP!!!” 

A groggy yawn escaped Camilo’s lips, and sure enough, he opened his eyes. And when they landed themselves on Mirabel, fire was within them. Uh oh. 

Camilo slowly rose up from his bed, and Mirabel took a few, a LOT, of steps back, keeping the pillow between the two as a shield. 

“I’m so—“ 

“I thought I told you.” 

“Camilo I’m sorr—“ 

“I thought I told you.” 

“CAMILO I’M SORRY!!!” 

“I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU!” He snatched the pillow from Mirabel, who screamed and ran away, but she didn’t get far before the pillow hit her back with an oomph. “NOT! TO WAKE! ME UP! WHEN I’M! ASLEEP!!!” Each exclamation was punctuated by Camilo hitting Mirabel roughly with the pillow. “EVER! WHAT PART OF THAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!?!?!” 

“I—“ Mirabel kept getting hit by her primo until she tripped over an untied alpargata and collapsed to the floor. “I can make it up to you! Please!” Camilo slapped her face with the pillow. “Ow! Umm, I’ll give you all of my arepas! All of them! Just, please, have mercy!” Tears spilled from her eyes, and she folded her hands with her fingers interlocked and pleaded from her position on the floor. “Please…” She was going to cry. 

GODDAMIT. Camilo could never resist Mirabel’s puppy dog eyes. He tried not to look at them, but there they were, begging him, so big and cute and full of sadness. He still remembered the first time she had tried this trick on him. When they were four and she wanted to use the green crayon. And so, he reluctantly…relented. 

“Fine.” He grumbled. “And you’re lucky, too, because I was just about to kill you. But you’re so cute and sweet and are my best friend in the whole wide world, so I probably would’ve just thrown your entire wardrobe out the window while you were asleep in any event—oops.” 

The tips of Mirabel’s lips wriggled. 

“Oh, you think this is funny?” 

Mirabel tickled the inside of her cheek with her tongue, trying not to laugh. 

“You think it’s a joke? Do you see a smile on my face?” Camilo bent down to her level. Mirabel nodded. “Really? Does it look like I am laughing?” 

But he barely even finished his sentence before he started laughing as well. 

As the two laughed, Camilo dropping the pillow in the process,  Mirabel snatched the pillow that was off the floor before he could pick it up again, placed it next to her, and then grabbed him by the ankle, yanking him down next to his primita. Not to worry, though. He landed on the pillow. 

Camilo took a long exhale before turning to Mirabel. “You’re a firecracker, you know that?” He said, poking her dimples. 

Mirabel giggled. “I know.” 

“But I’m serious. Please don’t wake me up when I’m sleeping!” 

Mirabel gulped and nodded. She never wanted to see Camilo that mad at her again. “But what if the house is burning down? What do I do then?” 

“I would already be up by then, mi vida. So anyway, your reason for pissing me off?” 

“I wanted you to come downstairs for dinner.” 

“Oh. Well, can I go use the bathroom first?” Camilo asked. 

“Sure,” Mirabel said. 

Mirabel followed Camilo and waited for him to use the bathroom and brush his teeth. When he came out, they went downstairs to dinner together. 

“Welcome,” Alma said. “You’re just in time to eat.” 

“I saved you a seat next to me,” Mirabel whispered. 

“Awesome,” Camilo whispered back. “Why are we whispering?” 

“I dunno.” Mirabel stopped whispering as she turned back to Tío Bruno. “Sorry, Tío. I promise I’ll sit next to you tomorrow night.” 

“It’s fine.” Bruno patted Camilo on the back as he placed himself between his uncle and cousin. “I’m always happy to be next to my oldest sobrino.” 

“Thanks Tío.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

The family ate quietly as they chittered and chattered amongst each other, before finally Mirabel spoke up. 

“Oh, and guess who’s coming to dinner tomorrow night?” she said. “Emiliana!” 

Camilo choked on his vegetable juice. “What?” He continued coughing. 

Mirabel and Bruno awkwardly patted his back. 

“Emiliana?” Isabela’s lips wiggled. 

“Emiliana?” Dolores said with a grin. 

“Emiliana?” Luisa asked genuinely. 

“Who’s Emiliana?” Antonio asked. 

“Mirabel’s best friend!” Camilo rushed to say as his face turned pink. “That’s it!” 

“Only the love of Camilo’s life!” Dolores said to Antonio as if her other brother hadn’t talked. “He has such a huge crush on her, he won’t stop talking about it!” Dolores told the entire family as Camilo burned with embarrassment. “In fact, I think they’re dating!” 

“I know they’re dating!” Isabela butted in unnecessarily. “Have been for over a month now! She is just so sweet and caring, I hope Camilo’s being a good boyfriend to her.” 

“Aww, that’s nice,” Pepa said. 

“Yeah, it is,” Mirabel affirmed. “They had their first kiss on the bridge at—“ 

“Okay, nice, now can we please change the subject!” Camilo hissed. “Geez.” 

“Wait—“ Felix waved his hands in an effort to clear up the air. “My Camilo kissed a girl? This is news to my ears.” 

“Papa—“ 

“No, I want to hear.” 

“Papa we really don’t have to—“ 

“Well, Emiliana told me all about it!” Mirabel cooed against Camilo’s wishes. “You see, I was the one who encouraged Emiliana to confess her undying love to Camilo, as a good best friend ought to do. And I also told her to kiss him. But as a matter of fact, he was the one to kiss her!” 

“That’s great!” Felix said. “I am so proud! See, what was in that to be ashamed of, Camilito?” 

“Everything,” Camilo snarked as he banged his head on the table. Unfortunately, he forgot that he was at the table eating dinner, and wound up with a face full of arroz con pollo. 

“I’m gonna go clean myself up.” He got up and left the room. 

“Yeah,” Mirabel called out after him as he left. “Make sure to do the same thing tomorrow for when your girlfriend gets here!” 

“Shut up!” Camilo shouted from the stairs. 

Mirabel giggled, the other girls giggled along with her. She gave Dolores a high five. 

💖💛

“Mami?” Emiliana tentatively whispers, praying that she hasn’t caused much of a ruckus. 

Silence. 

Emiliana sighed. “Mami?” 

More silence as her mom ignored her. Emiliana rolled her eyes. 

“MAMI!” 

Finally, her mother put down the fork and glared. “Who are you yelling at?” She demanded. 

“I—I’m sorry Mami, I was just trying to get your attent—“ 

“What do you want?!” Her mother aggressively demanded. 

“I-I just wanted to go t-to…Casita. You know, Mirabel and Camilo’s house. Can I go? Please?” 

“Hmm…I know Mirabel, she’s the giftless one.” 

Emiliana winced. “She’s my best friend mama.” 

“But Camilo…he’s your boyfriend, right?” 

“Yes, Mama, you remember!” 

“Since when?” Oh. Emiliana guessed that maybe her mother hadn’t remembered. 

“Since always,” Emiliana answered vaguely. 

Her mother sighed. “You love him?” 

“Oh yes, Mama, I do!” Emiliana chirped. How could she not love Camilo? He was just the cutest, sweetest, kindest, most empathetic, and most handsome guy on the entire planet! 

“Pffft,” her older sister Valencia snickered. 

“Is something funny?” Emiliana demanded. “I don’t recall making a joke.” 

“Nothing,” her sister said. “It’s just funny how overjoyed and passionate you are about a puppy love fling that clearly isn’t going to last.” 

“He’ll get bored of you in an instant,” Veronica, Valencia’s triplet, added. 

Emiliana’s eyes widened as tears prickled from them. “How could you say that?” she said emptily as she lowered her head to her plate. “So disrespectful.” 

“Enough.” Thank goodness. Emiliana’s dad had intervened. “Quit picking on your little sister, mijas. I have had enough of hearing it.” He turned to Emiliana, with kindness in his eyes. “Emiliana, don’t listen to their harsh words. Your parents and I met when we were younger than you and Camilo.” 

“How old were you two?” Emiliana asked, although she already knew the answer. 

“Eleven years old,” her father replied, and Emiliana beamed as her sisters rolled their eyes. “Trust me. The two of you might not last, sure, but you have a chance.” 

“I guess this is where you expect me and Veronica to apologize now,” Valencia snarked. 

“You guessed right.” Their dad glared. “Apologize. Now.” 

Valencia and Veronica rolled their eyes. “Lo siento, Emiliana.” 

“I forgive you, but it’s not okay.” 

“What does that even mean?” Valencia and Veronica murmured to each other. 

Victoria, the third and youngest triplet, sat still and quiet, not hearing a word that went on due to being Deaf. She turned to her triplet sisters and signed, “What were you all saying?” 

Veronica rolled her eyes and signed in response. “We were just trying to knock some sense into Emiliana’s thick head, but Papa decided that he’d rather we keep her naïve and oblivious.” 

Oh. Victoria nodded her head. 

“That’s not what happened at all!” Emiliana yelled, enraged, signing it at the same time. 

But Veronica grinned. “Oh come on, Victoria. Who are you gonna believe?” She then wrapped an arm around Victoria and grinned. 

And Emiliana just knew, that despite the sympathetic look that Victoria was currently giving her, as she always did, she would eventually take their side, as she always did. 

She groaned. 

💖💛

“Camilo, your girlfriend’s here!” Isabela shouted before laughing out loud. 

“Time for dinner!” The rest of the granddaughters sang before giggling. Yes, including Luisa, which hurt Camilo very much; where was the middle child solidarity? At least he had his mother, who was also a middle child. 

Camilo stormed out of his room. “I’m gonna kill you, Isabela. I mean it.” 

“If you do that, you might scare off your girlfriend. And we don’t want that, do we?” Isabela patted Camilo’s head. “Now go downstairs and greet your sweetheart.” 

Camilo grumbled as he came down the stairs. He saw the rest of the family setting the table. Amongst them were Dolores and Luisa, who were talking to each other, the former winking at Camilo, who ignored it. 

“Emi!” Mirabel was hugging Emiliana like there was no tomorrow. “I am so glad you’re here!” 

“Thanks, so am I! Thank you for inviting me!” 

“My pleasure. Oh, come in, we were just about to have dinner.” 

“Emiliana?” Dolores popped up out of nowhere. “Welcome back!” She opened her arms and Emiliana basically leaped into the hug. “How’ve you been, hermanita?” 

“I’m happy now that I’m here and away from my crazy family,” Emiliana said, making the “coo-coo” motion with her hand next to her ear. “I mean, Victoria and my dad are all right, but…you know.” 

“I know.” Dolores winked. “But it’s all right. We’re all happy to have you.” 

Camilo felt himself sweating bullets. He could not do this right now. Not with all of his cousins and sisters making it more embarrassing for him and his girlfriend, sure to make his anxiety surmount. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t. 

He ran up the stairs. 

“Oh, and Camilo especially has just been dying to see you,” Mirabel added. 

“He has?” Emiliana blushed. 

“Of course he has, Emi, he loves you. Just watch.” She ran up to the stairs. “Camilo, your—huh, where did he go?” 

“He never came down.” Isabela shrugged. “So much for my little prank, am I right?” 

Emiliana nodded at her, then suddenly her eyes widened. “Hey! You’re Isa! Mirabel’s sister! You grow flowers and plants! That’s so cool!” 

“You think so, thanks!” Isabela beamed. 

“And I love your dress!” Emiliana complimented. Indeed, Isabela’s dress was a deep pink with assorted jacarandas, bromeliads, sunflowers, and carnations in it, the blue, purple, and orange dye on it popping out, as well as the sunflower and pink streaks in her hair. “So imaginative and creative, I’m jealous.” 

“Gracias!” Isabela giggled. “But you don’t have to be jealous, I like your dress too.” 

“Well, that’s a relief,” Emiliana chuckled. 

“Oh, and even better, I don’t just create flowers anymore, I can create cacti, Venus Fly Traps, sundew, trees, and all kinds of vegetation!” 

“Ooh, show me show me show me!“ 

“Your wish is my command!” Isabela linked arms with Emiliana as they walked away to talk about all the plants that Isabela could grow. 

“Actually, he did come down,” Dolores said to Mirabel and Luisa. “He just ran up to his room because he was nervous for some reason. I should go check up on him.” 

“No, I should.” Luisa ran up the stairs before anyone could disagree. 

Luisa climbed up the stairs until she got to Camilo’s room, and knocked on the door. 

“Camilo?” 

“Go away,” her primito hissed. 

“Camilo, open this door now.” Demanding was not Luisa’s color. “Please.” 

“Why? So you can make fun of me in front of my girlfriend?” 

“I won’t make fun of you, I promise.” Luisa sighed. “Look, I’m sorry about how you feel, but it isn’t that bad.” 

“Yes it is!” Camilo whined. 

“Just let me in. Please.” 

Camilo sighed, a doorknob appeared on the door, and Luisa opened it. 

Camilo frowned at her. “Spill.” 

“Spill what?” 

“I—“ a series of angry stuttering sounds. “Aren’t you going to apologize for making fun of me?” 

“Making fun of you? We were—Camilo, did you think we were serious? We were only joking! Hello?” 

“Well, it’s not funny! It hurt my feelings! So there!” Camilo grumbled, leaning against the wall and sliding down so that he was sitting, frowning as he crossed his arms and pouted. 

Oh dear, Camilo was not making this easy. 

Luisa sighed as she sat next to Camilo. “Hey, we’re sorry, Camilo. Well, I’m sorry, at least. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I just thought it would be fun, that’s all.” 

“Uh huh.” Camilo sighed. 

“But at the same time, it’s not like you don’t also make fun of your primas and their romantic relationships. You mess with Isabela and Monika all the time. You joke about Mirabel and Yamilet constantly. Why is it suddenly not funny when it’s being done to you?” 

“I mean, yeah I do those things, but not when Monika and Yamilet are there. And I still want them to be together.” 

“And you think we don’t want you and Emiliana to be together? You think we want you to break up? No! If she’s the girl who makes your heart skitter, then you to deserve to be together for as long as possible.” Luisa wrapped a protective arm around Camilo’s shoulder. “Look cariño, we love you and our teasing comes from a place of love too. Don’t actually think we mean anything by it. But if you want want, I can tell Dolores, Isa, and Mira to tone down the teasing. Okay?” 

“Okay.” 

“Good. Are you ready to go downstairs and greet your love?” 

“I am!” Camilo piped up. 

“Great! Let’s not keep her waiting!” 

She stood up, helping Camilo up as well, and the two went down the stairs together. 

“Hey Cami!” Emiliana grinned. “Your prima was just telling me about all the different plants she can grow. Did you know that she can make stink lilies?” 

“Oh, I know preciosa,” he rolled his eyes. “She uses them to wake me up in the morning when I oversleep.” 

Emiliana giggled. Her giggle was so adorable and sweet to Camilo’s ears, like the delicate tinkling of a triangle, and it made his heart speed up just hearing it. He remembered why he had fallen in love with this girl. “Well, I hope it works.” 

“Oh it does,” Isabela said to Emiliana, and the two laughed like they were sharing an inside joke. 

“And she also gave me a flower to put in my hair,” Emiliana said, showing him the pink carnation. “It’s pink, my favorite color.” 

“Isa, why are you giving my girl flowers? Last time I checked, that was my job.” 

Isabela smirked. “Well excuse me for wanting to make your girlfriend feel welcome while you ran away to gripe in your room.” 

Camilo laughed awkwardly. “I was just kidding, yoooo.” He cupped Emiliana’s face in his hands and kissed her nose affectionately. “It’s beautiful, mi amor. But not as beautiful as you.” 

“Awww,” the grandkids blushed, Mirabel jumping up and down and squealing. Her two best friends were soulmates and she couldn’t be more ecstatic. 

“Thanks, sweetie,” Emiliana smiled and blushed. 

“You’re welcome—“ 

“Time to eat!” 

They all went to the dinner table. 

“Emiliana sit next to me!” Mirabel squealed. “Camilo can sit on the other side of you.” 

“Sí,” Camilo said, pulling out her chair for her to sit. 

They all started eating. 

“So Emiliana,” Pepa was the first to speak, giving a warm smile to her son’s girlfriend. “When did you first realize you were in love with my son?” 

Emiliana blushed, Camilo did the same, putting down his fork with tingling hands. 

“Ay, hermana, don’t ask her that!” Bruno defended. “You’re embarrassing her!” He turned to Emiliana. “Don’t worry, amiga, you don’t have to tell us anything you don’t want to. Unless you do want to, that is. Not that we’re forcing you to or anything.” It was clear that Bruno wasn’t on Emiliana’s side as much as he pretended to be. 

Julieta sighed. “Anyway, Emiliana, what’s your favorite food?” 

Emiliana thought this over. “Hmmm, probably ajiaco.” 

Julieta nodded. “The next time you come over, I’ll make you some!” 

“Thanks!” Emiliana grinned. 

“You’re welcome,” Julieta said. “You know, you and Mirabel are such good friends! She talks about you all the time. It’s good to have a girl her age that she can be close with.” 

“Yeah,” Emiliana agreed. “I am glad I met her. There’s not really anybody in my family that I can talk to besides my dad and my youngest older sister. And my cousin, occasionally, when he comes over.” 

“You have sisters?” Bruno asked. “And a cousin? What are their names?” 

“My sisters are Valencia, Veronica, and Victoria, and they’re all older than me.” 

“How old?” 

“Eighteen. And my cousin is named Marco. He’s the same age as me but a couple months younger, but he’s like a brother to me.” 

“Mmm.” Bruno nodded and fished food into his mouth. 

“So you’re staying over for the night?” Pepa asked. 

“Yeah, I am!” Emiliana said. “Thanks to Mirabel!” 

“She can sleep in my room,” Camilo piped up as he patted his girlfriend’s hand, but eventually realized her mistake when a stunned silence fell across the room and all the adults’ eyes fell on him. Except for Abuela’s, the old woman snorting into a napkin. 

“She can what?” Julieta asked. 

Still not realizing what he had said, Camilo stupidly dug a whole deeper. “Sleep…over, you know. In…my…room—“ 

“Absolutely not,” Pepa said. 

“WHAT? But Mami, why?” 

“Are you really asking me that?” Pepa demanded. “You two are boyfriend and girlfriend, is that not correct?” 

“Well, I mean, we are, but what does that have to—“ 

“Exactly. And that is exactly why I don’t trust you two.” She wagged a finger. “Well, it’s more so that I don’t trust you, Camilo. I respect young love, but you still have an obligation to be responsible.” 

“Responsible how?” Camilo asked. Emiliana wanted to shrink into her seat. She of course loved Camilo, that would never change, but although she’d never say it out loud in front of him there were times where he could be really…what’s the word…dense and oblivious. As if her countless attempts to get his attention before they started dating weren’t evidence enough of this fact. 

Pepa sighed. “Camilo, don’t make me explain it. Emiliana can sleep in Mirabel’s room or Dolores’ room if they so prefer. Would you like that, Emiliana?” 

“I mean, it doesn’t really matter to me,” Emiliana shrugged, forcing herself to look down at her arroz con pollo. This was a lie of course. She wanted to sleep in her beloved boyfriend’s room. But she didn’t dare say this out loud. 

It was then when Bruno spoke up. “I think they can sleep in the same room no doubt, Pepa. Just relax. So long as they aren’t in the same bed, I think they’ll be okay.” He grinned at the young couple. 

“Well, I did bring a sleeping bag with me,” Emiliana piped up shyly. 

Pepa sighed reluctantly. “Well then, I suppose it is okay. But no silly business,” she said to her son. “Understand?” 

Camilo nodded awkwardly, not understanding at all. 

💖💛

After dinner, Bruno was happy to put on a rat telenovela for the family and Emiliana. 

“Oh, Hernando, please, don’t leave me!” Princesa Lavinia wept, as her knight in shining armor’s eyes slowly fluttered shut. “I can’t bear to live in a world in which you are not by my side. Without your love to nourish me, I am empty, I am weak, I am broken like a damaged china cup. Please, our wedding ceremony is in two days. Don’t do this to me, please!” 

“Oh no!” Emiliana covered her mouth, eyes widening in agony as tears spilled from them. “Poor Lavinia. Please, Hernando, live, please!” 

But Hernando lay coughing and wheezing on his death bed. “My love. You know it pains me to see you suffer so, to see your beautiful eyes clouded with misery, to leave you behind in the land of the living. But Death beckons me to the other side, and I have no choice but to go with him, to bend like a plant in the wind to the forces of nature.” Now it was Isabela’s turn to cry. “You must promise you will find someone else to love. Someone much more deserving of your heart than me, my princess. For now I must go.” 

“Oh, Hernando, no!” She gripped Hernando’s paw hand in hers, feeling the warm sensation thereof slowly disappear. 

“Goodbye my love. We shall meet again, in another life…time.” And with that final statement, Hernando closed his eyes. Two other rats came onstage and carried him away. 

“HERNANDOOOOOO!!!!” Lavinia let out a primal scream toward the heavens above, raging at the angels that dared take her beautiful prince away. She dropped to the floor, and wept bitterly until no tears were left in her. Once her eyes had dried, she came to a cold resolution, drawing a sword from her leather scabbard. “I shall desire the love of no man in this world nor the next, none but my sweet and gorgeous Hernando! Goodbye, cruel world! I shall release Death’s grip on me by taking my fate into my own hands, just as Death has taken my would-be husband.” 

Dolores squeezed Emiliana’s hand. “You might wanna look away. Hm!” She whispered to her. 

“So driven by despair at the loss of the brave and loving knight who adored her more than words could establish, more than any other human being in the world ever would, the heartbroken young princess plunged her sword into her—“ but the rat playing Lavinia scurried off. Bruno sighed. “Seriously? It was only a prop that resembled a tiny sword.” The rat shook her head. “Oh well. Anyway, that’s a wrap, folks!” 

“That was a lovely story!” Emiliana said as she hugged Bruno. 

“Wow, you really think so?” Bruno said, hugging back. 

“I know so!” Emiliana chirped. “It was nice. I’m at least glad the princess didn’t die in the end. It’s a shocking twist of events. I hope she found someone else.” 

“Me too, Emiliana. Me too!” He patted her shoulders. “All right then! It’s time you head off to bed. Tomorrow there’ll be another telenovela!” 

“Oooh really?” Emiliana bounced up and down. What will it be about? Tell me tell me tell me! Pleaaaase?” 

“It’s a surprise,” Bruno winked. 

“Aww,” Emiliana giggled. “Fine. But thanks again for the show. And for being such an awesome uncle. Mirabel, Dolores, and Camilo have told me lots about you!” 

Bruno smiled back. “I’m glad.” 

Emiliana flounced away. Not seeing the tears of joy that filled Bruno’s eyes as he wiped them. He couldn’t help it. Every time someone told him that he was a great uncle, brother, son, what have you, and that they were glad to have him back, it made him count his blessings and feel so much relief that he came out of the walls. And he had Mirabel to thank for that. 

Emiliana especially made him appreciate the random night time vision he accidentally had. He didn’t tell anybody of course. But he couldn’t wait for it to come to fruition. 

💖💛

“So where do I sleep exactly?” Emiliana asked Camilo. “There’s only one bed.” 

“I thought you said you brought a sleeping bag,” Camilo said as he ran around closing the curtains on all the windows. 

“I…I actually forgot it, but I was scared to tell anyone.” 

Camilo paused, blinked, and stared at her. 

Getting flustered, Emiliana covered her face. “I’m sorry! I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear! I would never lie about a thing like that, it wasn’t a trick, I promise.” 

“I didn’t mean it like that, sweetie,” her boyfriend said as he continued closing the windows. “Sorry, I just hate the cold. Anyway, I forget those things all the time, so you’re good. No need to worry. Although you are super cute when you worry.” 

“Thanks, I guess.” Emiliana shrugged. 

“And besides, we can share a bed.” 

“Wait, but didn’t your Mami say—” 

“Who cares what my Mami says?” Camilo said to her. “It’s not like she has to know.” 

“C-Camilo, I’m flattered, but I don’t think…I wouldn’t want…I’m sorry but I just…won’t!” 

An awkward silence hung in the air. 

Camilo laughed. 

“Excuse me, Camilo, why are you laughing?” 

“It’s just, ahaha, you didn’t think I meant it, did you?” Camilo laughed, hoping Emiliana really did think he was joking. “I…I just wanted to see your reaction, you can sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor. Since you’re the guest and all. Aahahaha, Ay Dios Mio! See what I mean, baby?” He stepped closer to her until they were nose to nose, pinching her cheeks and squeezing them. “You’re cute when you’re—hey!” 

In an instant, Camilo found himself roughly shoved on to the bed by Emiliana, who towered over him with a pillow in hand. 

“Cute when I what?” She demanded. “Huh? Cute when I WHAT? CUTE WHEN I DO THIS?!” She whacked him as hard with the pillow as she could. 

“Hey! You take that back!” Camilo grabbed another pillow and whacked her back with it, the two laughing and squealing like toddlers as the pillow fought. “And you know what? I changed my mind! The winner gets the bed!” 

“You’ll regret challenging me!” Emiliana boasted as she and Camilo continued beating each other with the pillows. 

The pillow fight went on for a while until eventually, Emiliana was the victor. 

“I won!” She jumped onto Camilo’s bed and raised both pillows in the air. “I AM THE QUEEN OF PILLOW FIGHTING!!! And I get the bed too!” She let herself trust fall onto the mattress below with a heavy sigh. 

“Whatever,” Camilo wheezed as he struggled to get up. “I let you win.” 

“Sure, chico. And you know what else?” She sat up. “As the winner, I think I deserve a victory kiss.” 

“Really? You’re bribing me with kisses now? That’s how this relationship is gonna work?” 

“Yes it is,” she took him by the shoulders. “Pucker up.” 

Camilo hissed his teeth and rolled his eyes. But of course, secretly he was happy to kiss his girlfriend. 

But in the middle of their smooching session, the door suddenly swung open. 

The teens’ lips parted in shock. 

“We were only kissing!” Emiliana squealed in defense. 

“And nothing more! I swear!” Camilo agreed, crossing his heart. 

Dolores’ eyebrows furrowed. “I just came to wish you both goodnight,” she said. “I’m not gonna rat you out or anything. But if I’m interrupting something, then oh well.” She closed the door. 

“Phew!” Emiliana said. She turned to Camilo, giggled, and placed another kiss on his forehead before lying back down and pulling the sheets over head. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” 

“Buenas noches.” 

Emiliana saw the lights turn off. A pit of dread opened up inside her stomach as she wondered how she was going to make it through the night. At her house, she would walk about the halls, maybe enjoy a glass of water, although enjoy was an overstatement. 

But at least Camilo would think she was asleep. 

And if she kept her eyes closed for long enough, she’d think she was asleep too. 

💖💛

Emiliana was not asleep. 

Three hours had passed. Or was it four. Or five. Whatever. It didn’t matter. 

Emiliana wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and join the synchronized snoring of the rest of the sleeping residents of Casita. 

But instead her eyes were splayed open, bloodshot and filled with tears as she looked at the ceiling. 

The stress building up inside her only made her more unable to sleep. She was tired. Dead tired. So why wouldn’t her body do what she wanted it to? Why was she still awake. 

Turning in her sheets to look at Camilo, bundled up between blankets on the floor beside her, she frowned when she saw that he indeed was asleep. He looked so cute like this. 

She felt a pang in her heart when she realized that Camilo would never get to say the same thing about her. 

She turned to lie down on her back as she buried her face into a yellow pillow to muffle her cries and hiccups. 

She hated herself for not being able to sleep, for never being able to sleep. She hated herself for being an inconvenience to others during the daytime. She hated that she had even agreed to this sleepover in the first place. 

It was after a while that Camilo woke up to the sound of his sweet girlfriend crying. 

“Emiliana?” He sat up straight in his bed. “Emi, dulce, what’s wrong?” 

Emiliana hiccuped. 

Camilo sat up and knelt beside the vet so that he could see her. “Hey hey hey, tell me what is wrong with you, please?” 

Emiliana sighed and turned her head to see Camilo. A tiny trickle of a tear slithered down her cheek. Then she spoke. 

“I…can’t sleep.” 

“…” 

Emiliana looked down. 

“That’s not a reason to cry,” Camilo said, a hand snaking around her shoulder. “Maybe you’re just homesick. It’s okay. Just close your eyes and dream of—“ 

“NO!” Emiliana screeched, her tone throwing Camilo off. But she was pissed. “How could you even say that, you…just be understanding for once!” She took his hand and moved it from around her shoulder. 

“I’m sorry,” Camilo stammered weakly, his voice quivering. “I just—“ 

“I can’t sleep. I literally can’t sleep. Ever.” Emiliana cut him off angrily. “And it takes a toll on my fucking mental health. I’m not homesick, Camilo, quite the opposite in fact. I’m…oh god, I don’t wanna tell you. You’ll break up with me.” 

“Why would I ever break up with you, Mi Bella?” Camilo said gently, peering down at her but not initiating any more physical contact. “I love you dearly, more than anything, hermosa. You complete me. And nothing will ever change that. You can tell me anything, I promise.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Mmm-hmm.” 

“I…” she took his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers. “I have…insomnia.” 

“…” 

Say something, she thought. 

“What’s that?” 

“What’s what?” 

“What you just said. Insomnia. Isn’t that when you fall asleep all the time?” 

“You’re getting that mixed up with narcolepsy. Insomnia is a sleep disorder in which you can’t sleep at night, no matter how hard you try to…and that’s how it works for me.” 

“Oh…is that why you fall asleep all the time during the day?” Camilo said. 

“Yes.” 

“I see…so you’re like, an owl?” 

“No! I’m not a damn owl, Camilo! It’s a condition that I have no control over. And trust me when I say that it’s not a fun condition to have…” Emiliana bowed her head and face planted into the pillow. “I just wish I could sleep normally like most people. But instead I’m cursed with this. My dad has the condition too. And I think I learned it from him. But that doesn’t mean I like it, I hate it.” 

“Wow…do you really not sleep at all?” 

“If I’m lucky I get like, an hour or two, but that’s of course not enough. But…yeah.” She paused, afraid to go on. “Some days my insomnia is so bad that I wish I was dead.” 

Camilo felt tears clouding his vision as he looked at his girlfriend sadly. He felt enormously guilty. He had no idea she suffered like this. And he had no idea how to help either. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, knowing it wouldn’t do much. 

“It’s not your fault.” 

“I know, but I’m sorry I wasn’t as understanding before. I love you, Emiliana. I would never wanna make you feel bad.” 

“I forgive you.” 

“You don’t have to forgive me.” 

“I know. But I do. Anyway you might wanna get back to bed. I’d hate to keep you up because of me.” Her eyes fluttered shut, although Camilo knew she wasn’t actually asleep, her mouth in the shape of a grim line. 

And so Camilo had an idea. “Scoot over.” 

“Huh?” 

“Please?” 

Emiliana scooted over, and Camilo crawled into the bed next to her. He hugged her warmly. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I just wanna be there for you, that’s all.” He said, kissing her head warmly as he stroked her delicate brown coils, which were twisted up for the night. “You don’t deserve to go through this alone.” he whispered tenderly, his warm breath tickling her forehead. 

Emiliana smiled. “Awww, thanks Cami. This is why I love you.” 

“I love you t—“ he was cut off by Emiliana locking lips with him once again. 

They went back to cuddling together, Camilo falling asleep soon enough as Emiliana lulled herself with the sound of his slow, gentle snores. And he never once let go of the arm wrapped around her. 

She closed her eyes, once again trying to force herself to sleep, but to no avail. She felt her heartbeat quicken and fought back every single nerve in her body causing her to snap and panic. But Camilo served as her anchor, as she hugged his soft body lovingly. 

Outside, she heard the sound of someone walking outside. Two people in fact, their footsteps echoing in the halls even without their shoes. 

And then she didn’t hear any footsteps at all. 

💖💛

Delicately embracing her boyfriend, Emiliana smiled at the warm feeling between her and Camilo. 

Shortly after, however, he got back up again. Emiliana felt downhearted, gripping at his clothes, she was desperate for him to come back. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said, gently removing her hand. 

Emiliana just closed her eyes. Her head felt beyond heavy, like it took Luisa’s strength to lift it. 

Camilo left his bedroom, and sure enough, came back. 

And that’s when she heard a scream. 

Emiliana opened her eyes. “Camilo?” 

She sat up straight. “Camilo?” 

She looked around frantically. Nobody was in the room but her. 

“CAMILO!” She screamed as she ran towards one of the windows. Opening it frantically, she looked outside. In the pitch black might, she couldn’t see anything. But she could hear Camilo screaming in horror. 

“HELP ME! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!” 

“HANG ON CAMILO, I’M COMING!!!” Emiliana put on the nearest shoes she could find—whatever, she couldn’t see—and ran out the door. 

She began banging on the doors to people’s rooms. “MIRABEL! WAKE UP! CAMILO HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED! YOU GOTTA HELP ME SAVE HIM, PLEASE!” 

But there was no answer. And when she tried to open the door, it was locked. 

Aggravated, she rushed towards Isabela’s door next. “ISABELA, PLEASE HELP ME! YOUR COUSIN WAS KIDNAPPED IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE AND…AND…HE COILD BE DEAD FOR ALL I KNOW SO PLEASE HELP HIM PLEASE!” 

But Isabela ignored her, of course. And the door to her room was locked too. 

She ran to Dolores’ room. “DOLORES! PLEASE HELP ME SAVE MY BOYFRIEND HE GOT TAKEN AWAY! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME DOLORES YOU’RE LIKE A BIG SISTER TO ME LOLA PLEASE LISTEN TO ME AND HELP ME SAVE YOUR BROTHER!!!” 

But her room was also locked as Emiliana’s attempts to get Dolores out were in vain. 

And so Emiliana ran all throughout Casita, trying to wake every single last member of Camilo’s family up in an effort to save him. Luisa, Pepa and Felix, Julieta and Agustin, Bruno, even Antonio. But none of them answered. 

“Well fine! If no one cares enough to help me, I’ll just leave myself, so don’t say I DIDN’T WARN YOU!” Emiliana shouted as her hollers echoed through the entire house. Finally, she left, racing out of the sentient house. “BYE, CASITA!” She yelled as Casita waved back with her door. 

Emiliana ran out of the house and down the streets, panting all the way as she did so. She could see a shadowy figure running ahead of her and just knew that this was the person responsible for taking away her Camilo. She started running faster now in an effort to catch up to the kidnapper. 

“YOU!” She hollered. “GET BACK HERE AND GIVE ME BACK MY BOYFRIEND!” 

The person noticed her, but didn’t even look back, continuing to run. Farther away, she saw an even taller figure running while carrying Camilo over her shoulder, the poor boy screaming his head off in shock and fear. 

Emiliana came to a slow, grinding halt. She searched around for the kidnappers, before noticing that they were running into the woods. 

“I won’t let them get away with this,” she said to…herself, before chasing the boyfriend-snatchers into the forest. 

Camilo cried out in pain as he was tied to a large, sturdy tree with vines, tears streaming from his eyes. 

“I think we’ll stop here,” the taller one said. “Hopefully she hasn’t followed us this far.” 

“Yeah,” the shorter one said. “Though it would he useful to have—AHHHH!” She screamed in horror as Emiliana came running and pounced on her, tackling the kidnapper to the ground. 

“GIVE ME BACK MY BOYFRIEND!!!” Emiliana yelled at the top of her lungs until her voice was raspy and horse. “OR ELSE!” She raised a fist in the air to really knock some lights out, but was came to a halt when the girl took off her black hood. 

“Mirabel?” Emiliana quickly got up. “What the heck are you doing?” 

Mirabel stood up and brushed dirt and grass off of her cloak and dress, which was similar to her normal one, but black and embroidered with skulls. Meanwhile, the taller girl also took off her cloak’s hood, and was instantly recognized by her gorgeous black ensemble adorned with white roses, and a streak of red in her hair, along with a rose matching its shade. 

“Isabela?!” Emiliana gawked. “You…what is even going on?” 

“What do you think?” Mirabel asked. 

“I think you kidnapped my boyfriend,” Emiliana snapped. “And, I don’t know why, and I don’t care either, but I’d like him back.” 

Isabela and Mirabel looked at each other, their grins widening as they held hands and squealed like infatuated schoolgirls. 

“We did it!” they rejoiced. “It worked! Our plan worked!” 

“Umm, no it did not, you literally tried to take my man away from me, and now I’d like him back…” 

“We know, tonta!” Mirabel wrapped an arm around Emiliana’s shoulder. “And that’s the point!” 

“What do you mean that’s the point?” 

“We wanted to see how much you really cared about Camilo,” Isabela explained as she slowly unraveled the terrified teenage boy from the tree. “Not that we don’t already trust you, but we wanted to make sure that you were good enough for our primo.” 

“Yeah, Isabela gets a little bit protective over Camilo sometimes and wants to make sure that he gets with the right girl,” Mirabel added on. “And together we decided that the best way to do that possible was to put you to tue test! So we kidnapped Camilo from his room in the hopes that you would chase after us and get him back.” 

“…” 

“We just wanted to see how far you’d go for the person you love,” Isabela winked. “If you truly do love him, that is. And you succeeded, so, woohoo Emiliana! You’re clearly good enough for—“ 

“Are. You. SERIOUS?!” 

Everyone turned to look at Camilo, whose irate expression was aimed squarely at Isabela and Mirabel. Uh oh. 

“You kidnapped me in the middle of the night, while I was sleeping, while I was helping my girlfriend with her insomnia, all so that you could force her to roam the streets looking for me in the middle of the night and PROVE her love for me is true?! And you don’t see anything WRONG with that idea?” 

“Not really, no,” Mirabel said bluntly with a shrug, while Isabela looked actually apologetic. 

“Camilo, we didn’t mean it like that—“ 

“I don’t want to HEAR what you did or didn’t mean!” Camilo sassed. “How low do you think of my lovely girlfriend that you think she needs to risk her life fighting for me in order for YOU to decide she’s good enough to date me?! Do you not realize how condescending that is? If anything, I’m the one who’s not good enough for her! You should be very ashamed of yourselves for making her have to do this, as if she has anything to fucking PROVE to either of you!” He turned to Mirabel just then. “And Mirabel, you KNOW she has insomnia. You know! And you still did this. Are you for real, primita?” 

Mirabel lowered her head in shame. 

“Anyway, you’d both better apologize to her right now.” 

“We’re sorry Emiliana,” Mirabel said. 

“Yeah, we’re sorry,” Isabela echoed. “We never should have done that. We just thought it would be fun. But clearly we were wrong.” 

Mirabel nodded. “We’re still best friends though, right?” 

Emiliana had to force herself to nod. She was too flabbergasted to speak. 

“And me!” Camilo demanded. 

“We’re sorry, Camilo,” they said in unison. 

“Good.” 

���Anyway, let’s go home, come on, Mira,” Isabela grabbed Mirabel by the waist, summoned a vine, and swung away with her baby sister in tow. 

Camilo ran towards Emiliana. “Emiliana, are you okay?” 

Emiliana blinked back tears. “I’m okay. I’m sorry about what happened to you, what with getting kidnapped and all.” 

“Yeah, I think it’s safe to say that Luisa is my favorite cousin,” Camilo said with a snort. Then he hugged her. “I’m so sorry about what they did to you, baby.” 

“It’s okay.” 

“But rest assured that it won’t happen again.” 

Emiliana smiled at her boyfriend, before noticing his confused glance downwards. She stared at him, puzzled, head tilted. 

“Babe, are those my sandals?” 

Emiliana blinked a few times, before looking down and realizing he was right. 

“Crap.” She facepalmed. 

And the next thing she knew she was back in her room. 

Opening her eyes to realize she was still inside Camilo’s bed, she immediately sat up straight to see if Camilo was inside the room. 

“Camilo?” She panicked upon realizing she was alone. “CAMILO!!!” 

The door gently swung open, and Camilo came in, carrying a glass of water. 

“Camilo?” 

“I…was thirsty. That’s all.” He drank the water in one large gulp. “Why? Do you want some too?” 

“Okay.” 

“Good, imma go get you some.” Then he left again. 

Emiliana collapsed back onto the sheets, confused and tired. 

When Camilo came back, she took the water from him and drank it. 

“You okay?” He yawned. “You slept for like, an hour. It was peaceful actually. And cute!” 

Emiliana flushed at the praise. “I was waiting for you to tell me that!” 

 Camilo smiled back. “Anyway you wanna go back to bed?” 

“I guess so,” she laid herself down and he lied down next to her. 

Emiliana snuggled up to her boyfriend, before he fell asleep. 

💖💛

Early the next morning, Camilo slithered out of his bed and onto the blankets upon hearing Mirabel say “I’m gonna go wake Camilo and Emiliana up.” 

She opened the door quietly to see Emiliana on the bed and Camilo on the floor. “Morning Emiliana! Morning Camilo!” 

Emiliana hissed her teeth. Another day of being relentlessly tired. According to Camilo, she had only slept for one hour. And she wanted to sleep for much much longer. 

“Morning Mirabel.” Camilo got up to leave with Mirabel out the door. But not before planting a kiss in Emiliana’s hair, making her smile. 

The moment Camilo came out after Mirabel, Pepa was there, crossing her arms. 

“CAMILO!” 

“Yes, Mami?” 

“Did you have a nice sleep?” Pepa asked. 

“Yes, Mami.” 

“Did Emiliana have a nice sleep as well?” 

“Oh of course!” Camilo beamed with a giggle. Pepa didn’t like that giggle, her glare intensifying, and Camilo realized he had made a grave mistake. 

“You’d better not have done anything you know you’re not supposed to last night! I wanna trust that you know how to control yourself, young man!” 

“Anything like what?” Camilo whined. “For the last time, I don’t—“ 

“Ugh, get over here.” Mirabel grabbed Camilo and whispered in his ear, watching his face turn pink. 

“Ohhhh,” Camilo slowly realized. About time. “Mami, you know I’d never do that! Honestly! I’m…I didn’t, I swear!” 

“Good.” She walked away, giving Camilo the “I’m watching you” hand gesture. 

Camilo gulped. “Why would Mami think that me and Emiliana would do…that? I mean…” 

“Hey, relax,” Mirabel said. “She’s just looking out for you both. Pepa’s just overprotective. Although she is happy for you and Emiliana she’s also afraid to see you growing up so fast. At least, that’s what she told me. Anyway are you gonna wake Emiliana up?” 

“No, I think she deserves to sleep.” Camilo shrugged. 

“Okay. Come on let’s go eat!” 

They walked down the stairs. 

Isabela was also down there, along with Luisa, and Pepa, who were setting the table. Today, Isabela had opted for a violet gown that was more modest and less showy than the dresses she normally wore, with simple green carnations adorning the hem and sleeves and tiny petals sprinkled across the blouse and skirt itself, like glitter. Nonetheless, she looked absolutely stunning in this outfit, although Emiliana wasn’t up yet to compliment her on it this time. 

“Oh hey you two,” Isabela said. “Where’s Emiliana?” 

“She’ll be down in a minute,” Mirabel answered. 

“Yeah,” Camilo said as he yawned. He had stayed up longer than he needed to, just to watch his precious girlfriend sleep and make sure she was getting the rest she needed. Of course it didn’t last long, but still. 

They sat down after helping to set the table, and a few minutes later, Emiliana came downstairs. 

Camilo, of course, was the first to greet her. “Look who’s up,” he said with a smile as he gazed at her with lovesick eyes. “Hey baby.” 

“Good morning Emiliana,” Pepa said. “Got a good nights sleep?” 

“Good morning, Camilo and Camilo’s mom, hold on a minute,” Emiliana said, she sat down next to Camilo and across from Mirabel. “I have to talk to you,” she said fiercely. 

“Sure?” Mirabel looked confused as her eyes darted from her sister to her other sister on either side of her. 

“Why did you do that?” 

“Do what?” 

“Mirabel, don’t play dumb. You know what you did.” 

“What did I—“ 

“YOU KIDNAPPED CAMILO!” Emiliana roared, rising from her seat and slamming both hands on the table. 

Everyone blinked at her in confusion. Even pepa was shocked. 

“Whaaaaa?” Camilo slurred. 

“N-no I didn’t—“ 

“YES YOU DID! OH, AND NOW YOU WANNA PLAY DUMB!” 

“Emiliana, please, listen to me, I didn’t kidnap your boyfriend.” 

“I literally had to leave Casita and chase you and Isabela through the woods! And you’re gonna tell me ‘I didn’t kidnap your boyfriend’ Mirabel?!” 

“What do you mean mis sobrinas kidnapped tu novio, querida?” Pepa asked, tilting her head to the side. “Explique, por favor.” 

Emiliana sighed. “All right, so here’s the story. In the middle of the night, Mirabel and Isabela somehow snuck into one of Camilo’s bedroom windows, kidnapped him, and ran away with him. I was awake when it happened! And then as I started chasing them, they ran into the woods and tied Camilo to a tree with Isabela’s vines. I didn’t even know it was them until I pounced on Mirabel! And then they explained to me that they kidnapped him in the hopes that I would rescue him! They had the nerve to say that they were putting MY love to the test in an effort to prove that I deserved Camilo! And then Camilo chewed them out. Tell me I’m not supposed to get angry at that.” 

“Honestly that sounds like something I would do,” Camilo said under his breath with a grin, which Emiliana didn’t hear. 

Pepa, meanwhile, burst into laughter. 

“Hey! What’s so funny?” Emiliana questioned her. 

“I swear, Emiliana, I’m telling the truth! I was asleep all night.” 

“Then whose footsteps did I hear outside last night?” Emiliana demanded from her best friend. 

“That would be Mami and I,” Dolores explained as she walked downstairs and entered the kitchen to sit next to Emiliana. “I had a nosebleed and Mami was helping me.” 

“Oh…well…” she turned to her boyfriend, her only defense. “Camilo, mi amor, surely you’ll defend me.” 

“I can’t,” Camilo replied curtly, shrugging. “Baby, that never happened.” 

And that’s when Emiliana realized she really wasn’t getting enough sleep. 

Pepa only laughed harder when she heard this. “Lord have mercy on my soul…” she cried into her hands. “Mijo, your girlfriend’s  hilarious. She’s a keeper!” 

“Thanks,” Emiliana muttered in aggravation. Sitting down in disappointment, she wondered how she could be so dumb as to mistake what were clearly fictional events that took place in a dream for reality. And she caused an even bigger storm than Pepa usually did while doing so. “Can you please not laugh?” 

“I’m sorry, mija.” Pepa wheezed as she tried to control herself. 

Emiliana sighed. “I’m sorry, Mirabel and Isa.” 

“Hey, it’s okay!” Mirabel chirped. 

“Yeah, it’s cool, amiga,” Isabela affirmed. “That was an entertaining story.” 

“Yeah, that was even better than the telenovelas!” Bruno piped up as he spontaneously appeared in the kitchen. 

“Hey Bruno.” 

“Hey kid. Mirabel, you ready to practice our telenovela tomorrow afternoon?” 

“I’m ready,” Mirabel affirmed. 

“Cool, hey, tell you what, Emiliana, next telenovela mi sobrina and I do, you can be a part of it! If you want to, that is, no pressure or anything like that. Heh.” 

Emiliana paused, then looked up. “Really?” She asked. 

“Yup!” Bruno agreed. 

“Yay, that sounds like fun!” 

“I knew you would agree. Who’d resist a good telenovela?” 

“Certainly not me.” 

Abuela came downstairs soon after, as did the rest of the family. And they ate. 

“It’s time for another rat telenovela!” Bruno announced after the morning meal, as everyone cheered happily. 

Sitting down with the rest of the family, Emiliana was excited to see this afternoon’s rat telenovela, as she took a seat next to Camilo. “Break a leg Mirabel!” She whispered to her best friend. 

Mirabel gave her a thumbs up and a wink. Emiliana giggled. 

The play started soon enough, and as Emiliana watched, she couldn’t help but notice her head feeling awfully heavy, as her body felt drowsy and weak. 

No, this couldn’t be happening again. But it was. 

She rubbed Camilo’s hand. Camilo didn’t get the hint and merely smiled warmly, rubbing back, but kept his eyes focused on the play. 

Until Emiliana said “Baby, it’s happening again…” 

Of course, Camilo didn’t know what she was talking about, and turned to look at her in confusion. 

And that’s when Emiliana’s eyes slammed shut, and she passed out cold right there on Casita’s couch, her head in Camilo’s lap. 

💖💛

It felt like hours when she finally did wake up. 

“Emiliana? Querida, please open your eyes!” 

Emiliana’s groggy eyes forced themselves open as she rubbed them with her knuckles. She could barely make out Pepa crouching down in front of her. 

“Are you okay, mi vida?” 

“Yeah!” Emiliana’s eyes traveled down. “I fell asleep?” 

“Yeah,” Pepa said, nodding her head and tilting it diagonally, looking sympathetic. 

“So I…missed the play?” 

“You did, sadly,” Mirabel said. “It ended twenty minutes ago. But we all decided to give you some space. Except for Camilo, of course.” 

“I’m kinda cramped,” Camilo whispered to Pepa and Mirabel with a hand cupping his mouth, clearly too afraid to tell Emiliana this. 

“Let’s get you up, Emiliana!” Pepa said, gently lifting her by her sweaty armpits and raising her up off of Camilo’s lap. 

“I’m I’m so sorry!” Emiliana forced out. “I have narcolepsy, it’s not my fault.” 

“Finally!” Camilo kissed Emiliana on the cheek before getting up and running out of the room. “I really have to go to the bathroom!” 

The moment he left, Emiliana buried her face in her hands. “I’m so sorry once again. It’s my dad. I get it from him. I’ve been a terrible guest…” 

“It’s perfectly fine, mi vida,” Pepa said. “And you don’t need to apologize. You did nothing wrong. Oh, here, have a tissue.” She handed her a tissue, and Emiliana wiped her eyes before blowing her nose in it. 

“Thank you,” she said. 

“You’re welcome my dear. And trust me. Don’t worry about it. No one here is mad at you.” 

Emiliana smiled. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, darling,” Pepa replied before giving Emiliana a hug and patting her back gently. 

When they broke up, Emilina said “I think it’s time for me to go now. My mama will be expecting me.” 

“I understand, Emiliana.” Pepa smiled. “And we were happy to have you over, and would love to have you again.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes, really!” Pepa’s eyes lit up. “Especially Camilo.” 

Emilina giggled. “I thought you didn’t want us together.” 

“Why would I think that?” Pepa asked. When Emiliana gave her a suspicious look, she giggled. “Well, I can see why you would think that. But truthfully, I just worry about my hijo sometimes. I can’t help but be overprotective, I’m a mother, it’s what I do. But I wasn’t just looking out for him. I was looking out for you too.” She placed a hand in the younger girl’s. “And I know you’d never hurt Camilo. You clearly are the right girl for him.” 

Emiliana giggled. “Thanks so much, Sra—“ 

“Oh, there’s no need for that. Call me Pepa.” 

Emiliana was speechless. But in a good way, of course. “Okay, Pepa!” 

“Come on, Emiliana!” Mirabel called out. “I’ll walk you home!” 

“Oh okay! Umm, bye Pepa!” Emiliana waved at Pepa. 

“Bye Emiliana!” Pepa smiled and waved back. 

But as Emiliana was leaving, Julieta came out, Luisa walking behind her. 

“Emiliana, cariña, can I give you something?” 

“Sure, what is it?” 

“It’s for your condition.” Julieta sighed. “I might not be able to cure every disease or ailment. But I can still help ease it somewhat. Here.” She placed in Emiliana’s hand a container of small fruit-flavored gummies. “These will help you with your insomnia and narcolepsy. Take two pills in the day and two in the night and they’ll improve your sleep so that you don’t have to fall asleep during the day.” 

“Wow! Oh my gosh! Thank you, Julieta!” Emiliana beamed and wrapped her best friend’s mom in a hug. 

Julieta hugged back. “You’re welcome.” 

“Wait!” Dolores ran down the stairs, Isabela following her in confusion. Dolores wrapped Emiliana in a hug. “Bye Emiliana!” She said, giving her a soft and affectionate kiss on the forehead. “You’ll always be my honorary hermanita.” 

“Awww, thanks, Dolores!” Emiliana smiled and hugged back. “I love you too!” 

Finally breaking up from the hug, Emiliana saw Isabela smile at her. “Take care, chiquita,” she said as she gave the girl a high five. 

“I will. Anyway, bye everyone,” Emiliana waved as she walked out the door, arms linked in Mirabel’s. “And thanks for having me, you’re all very hospitable and I couldn’t be more grateful.” 

“Bye Emiliana!” They all waved back. 

“Camilo!” Luisa called out. “Your girlfriend’s going home. Don’t you want to catch her before she leaves?!” 

Camilo came out of the bathroom just then. “Oh, she’s leaving? Bye bella durmiente.” 

“Is that your new nickname for me?” Emiliana snickered. 

“Sure is.” Camilo winked. 

Emiliana smiled. Rushing up to him and pecking him on the cheek, she grabbed Mirabel’s hand and raced out the door, Mirabel skittering behind her. 

And just like that, she was gone. 

💖💛

As Emiliana and Mirabel walked, Mirabel asked her, “So did you enjoy your stay at Casita?” 

“Of course I did!” Emiliana perked up. “It was fun. Especially the rat telenovelas! My favorite part was when the rat playing Lavinia ran away at the end.” 

“Mine was when Hernando proposed to her.” Mirabel replied. “But the whole thing was fun and I’m glad she didn’t die at the end.” 

“Me too. The dessert Julieta made was delicious too. Plus Casita is friendly and funny! And I really wish I could have slept in your room, but I promise next time I come over, I will.” 

“Hmm…” Mirabel pondered. “No you don’t.” 

“Huh, what do you mean? Of course I promise.” 

“No, not that, I mean no way do you wish you slept in my room! You were happy to sleep in my cousin’s room, weren’t you?” 

“I-I…” Emiliana felt her cheeks getting hotter and hotter. “No I wasn’t.” 

“Oh? But you really enjoyed kissing him, didn’t you?” 

“It’s not like that!” Emiliana screamed and ran away, covering her ears. “How did you know?” 

“Dolores told me!” Mirabel laughed as she ran after her best friend, giggling. “You’re in loooove!” She cooed loudly in a singsong voice. “You’re in love with my cousin! You’re dating my cousin! You like kissing my cousin! You even wanna marry my cousin! Admit it Emiliana!” She made kissing sounds with her lips. 

Other people in the town stopped what they were doing to stare at the childlike display. But Mirabel didn’t care. 

“Stop it, Mirabel! Emiliana sobbed, tears of laughter streaming. “I can’t believe Dolores betrayed me like this.” 

“Well, we slept over in her room that night, and that was when she told me.” Mirabel gave a thumbs up. “She supports though! And so do I. And the rest of us!” 

“I know,” Emiliana said. 

Mirabel smiled and linked arms with Emiliana. 

“But it was still nice to have you regardless,” she said. 

“Yeah, thanks,” Emiliana said. “It’s nice to spend some time with my best friend. Oh! And next month my dad is taking me and Victoria to my cousin’s house, he said I could invite two people, so I invited you and Yamilet. Do you wanna come?” 

“I would love to come!” Mirabel perked up. “And I’ve never really talked to your cousin before? So I’d love to get to know him!” 

“That’s awesome! And hey, maybe you can stay over for a little while and we can arrange a sleepover for another date! After all, I couldn’t not repay the compliment!” 

“Yay!” Mirabel squealed. “I’m so excited!” 

“Me too!” Emiliana said, and the two walked on home, eagerly chatting about their plans to hang out together as best friends, of which there were multiple. 

The End

hope you liked it! and tell me whatcha think!

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[nejiraez]

relationship hcs | shinsou hitoshi

my lowest mark this semester so far is a B, it’s time to turn tf up...

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x reader

genre: fluff

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Shinsou tends to have the automatic mindset that people are wary of him or don’t like him due to the results of his quirk.

So if his future S/O or crush happens to like him, they would have to make the first move and approach him first to let it be known.

Otherwise, you’d just have to settle for admiring each other from afar for the time being.

Once you both start dating though, you start to notice newfound tidbits about your boyfriend.

Starters being that he is hygienic as HELL. Shisnou smells fucking amazing. 

Anytime that you borrow one of his hoodies/oversized jackets or you’re enveloped in his embrace and you catch a whiff of scent? You swear you fall in love with him a little bit more because no fucking way can somebody smell that fresh.

“What was that for?” Shinsou would ask, sitting up from his spot on your bed seconds after you nosed your way against the curve of his neck to sniff him.

“I’m sorry! It’s- Look- I couldn’t help myself, shut up.”

Smells like laundry detergent with a good mix of apple cinnamon, it’s so warm and inviting that you resist the urge to drool.

He’s a good kisser. Fantastic, even. So much so that it intimidates you in a way that leaves you a bit hesitant, but for good reason. 

Don’t tell him that though, he’d be smug as hell about it.

Every time he kisses you or shows you the slightest ounce of reckless affection, it leaves you with the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Sometimes to settle your nerves, Shinsou would encircle his hand around your wrist and graze his thumb against your palm before he leans in to lay one on you.

But that just adds more onto that case as to why he’s so smooth. Sure, it helps but at the same time, it doesn’t because shit!

Majority of the selfies and pictures that you send your boyfriend are immediately saved for safekeeping.

Shinsou has a million things to say about the way you look. You never fail to have him whipped every time he gets a notification from you on his phone, alerting him with “2 New Attachments”. 

But someway somehow, his compliments dial down to, “You look cute” or a heart emoji, maybe both if you’re lucky.

It’s just difficult for him to put into words exactly what he’s feeling because it’s an overwhelming flurry of emotions.

A little later into the relationship, you clue into the fact that Shinsou is a giver. He doesn’t really mind sharing with his stuff with his future S/O, to a degree.

For instance, Shisnou would be the type to add his S/O onto the accounts of his paid monthly subscriptions and whatnot, free of charge.

All he asks in return is that you don’t share it with anybody.

Sometimes you’d catch odd activity going on in your account though. Like the shows you’ve watched are a few episodes ahead from where you last left off on. 

And when you bring this up to your boyfriend, he claps back with a, “Why are you watching Grey’s Anatomy out of all the shows on Netflix… do better.” 

He loves nitpicking/critiquing what you watch, and would put you onto the shows that he favours.

Shinsou shows you off, in the sense that his friends and family are acquainted with the fact that you’re together. That is if they ask him about it first. 

Shinsou makes sure that you’re familiarized with his friends. Would even go as far as to add you into one of his group chats where they all game together, if you ever wanted to play with him and his friends.

“I’ll see if (Y/N)’s down to hop on tonight.”

And if you fucking suck at video games, that’s okay because Shinsou would allow you to ride on his coattails and would bring the dub home for you and your team.

“Shinsou, I beat the level!”

“... Sure.”

Speaking of friends, he tolerates yours and can’t remember the names of them. 

But he does remember their key physical features, which is better than nothing <3.

Also, this man is blunt/sarcastic as hell, it also plays well into his humour. That side of him will stay in the relationship, but honestly, it drives the oomph factor/energy of your relationship home.

“Shinsou, would you still be my boyfriend if I were-” 

“No.”

“Okay, thank you~”

You two have the kind of relationship that makes people go, “God, I’ve seen what you have done for others...” or “It hurts to see other people living your dream.” You’re just so compatible with each other.

#shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #bnha x reader #shinsou hitoshi #bnha imagine #bnha headcanons

[greenorangevioletgrass]

To Feel Good (Harry Styles x dancer!reader)

"I got a good feeling / I'm just takin' it all in / floating up and dreamin' / droppin' into the deep end."

Summary: Harry's music video reminds you of a forgotten passion and happier times.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: established relationship, some swear words, mention of depression, but a lot of fluff and happiness!

Notes: my first Harry fic! It started out as a cute little idea and it became smth so personal lol. This is based on my personal experience (in which tpwk made me want to dance again) and inspired by this Twitter thread. happy reading!

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It’s a big day for a lot of people. For many, it’s the first morning of a new year, a new beginning, a fresh start after a shitshow of a year, a semblance of hope that things may be looking up. For others, it’s the day where they wait in buzzing anticipation for the world premiere of Harry Styles’ latest music video.

For Harry Styles, the man of the hour himself, it’s a day off and a morning to sleep in.

You wake up wrapped up in his sinewy arms, his fingers interlaced with yours (an adorable little habit throughout the course of your relationship). His little snores are soft and muffled as his face is buried in the crook of your neck. It’s not quite the lullaby people dream about from him, but it’s calming and comforting all the same. 

Maybe even more so than the smooth croons on the guitar late at nights.

But the warm morning glow is streaming in through the window and you find yourself unable to fall back to sleep, no matter how much your lover’s voice and warmth tempt to lull you into slumber once again. So you disentangle yourself from his embrace, ever so gently, doing your best not to wake him.

He kisses your shoulder and rolls over to his other side, picking up his snores where he left off. It makes you smile, the little things like this. The little… less-than-perfect things that somehow makes him-- you, this relationship- even more so. The two of you are blissfully happy in your flawed little bubble.

You make your way downstairs to the kitchen, checking your phone as you put the kettle on. Swiping through messages and new year well wishes, you find the notification for the new music video. A little black-and-white shot of your boyfriend in his sparkly white suit. You put it on the smart TV on the wall, and find yourself smiling as the opening chords play.

“Maybe we can find a place to feel good…” 

It’s awfully catchy, that hook. Harry was overjoyed to hear you hum it day in day out when he first played it for you. And after months of not hearing it, not seeing the choreography and the footage, it brings back all the memories.

“Fuck, how do you do this?!” he cried out as he tripped on his own foot yet again.

Harry woke up itching to review the steps he’d learned for his upcoming music video and thought what better way to do it in his kitchen, while tea is brewing and breakfast is cooking. He spent the whole weekend in the studio, memorizing the dance routine-- and he did have it memorized for the most part; he just couldn’t seem to make it look seamless. So naturally, having been a professional dancer for years, he turned to you for homework help.

You watched in amusement, shifting your gaze between the bacon and the bounding boy with kooky limbs. “Engage your core, babe.”

“I am; it’s not fucking working!” he laughed at himself as he wobbled out of balance.

“Hold up.” you turned off the stove and turned around to face him, poking him in the stomach. “See, you’re not using it enough.”

“Like this?” he grunted out, tightening the muscles on his abs.

“There we go! If you’re strong there, it gives your moves more ‘oomph’, you get me?” you explained as you demonstrated the movement-- a simple pas de bourree and a slide, arms outstretched.

He set out to try it, but stopped. “Wait, how’d you make your arms do that pretty thingy, though?”

“Just keep your wrists relaxed and let ‘em follow your body. Let’s try it together, okay? Five, six, seven, eight…”

You danced opposite each other, humming the tunes under your breaths, giggling whenever you almost bump into the counter --or each other. The kitchen had turned into a makeshift dance floor, and the two of you were the best and worst dressed patrons altogether, in your ratty t-shirt and his silk pajama bottoms.

“You sure you don’t wanna just… be my dance partner in the video?” he nearly whined, pushing his lower lip childishly.

“And let you pass up on Phoebe Waller-Bridge? No way.”

“Ah well, me and Phoebs can always work on something else. We’re cool like that.”

You roll your eyes. “I’d hate to shift the narrative to ‘Harry Styles goes public with long-time partner on his latest music video.’ Don’t you want people to just… enjoy the message? To dance and have fun and, you know, treat people with kindness?”

“Fair point…” he conceded, “Will you still be my dance partner at home, though?”

“Baby, I will be your dance partner anywhere you like.” you kissed him sweetly on the lips.

That morning feels like a whole lifetime ago. Just days after that, the pandemic hits and sends the whole nation into lockdown. And the next thing you know, your entire life is turned upside down. Dancing, your first and true love, took a backseat as you were busy making ends meet (no matter how much Harry says he’s got you taken care of), keeping it together, helping out as much as you can while the world around you is in shambles. You were too busy surviving; you had no time, no capacity for dancing anymore.

But you see Harry having so much fun on the screen --the joy, the giddiness apparent in his handsome features, the fears of screwing up or looking stupid completely gone- and you can’t help but crave for that feeling. And it seems that the more you follow the beat, the easier it is for you to trace back to that happiness.

What started out as tapping your foot as you pour the hot water into your mug, turns into absent swaying as you pick up your honey and teaspoon. And by the time you finish steeping your tea, you’re back in the middle of the kitchen floor-- recalling what combinations you remember from the music video. Making up your own moves as you go.

“Oh, thank goodness,” Harry breaths out, seemingly entranced by the sight as he stands by the kitchen door.

You stop in the middle of a spin, frowning at him in confusion. “What?”

“You never dance when you’re unhappy. I haven’t seen you dance in 4 months.” his voice cracks in the end, just as a tearful smile breaks out.

Your heart drops. You’d spent countless tears over failure and heartbreak and loneliness, but this time is different. This one’s for relief --that contrary to your beliefs, you’re not broken and devoid of happiness. That you are loved. Quietly, steadily.

To be known without you knowing it.

You stammer, trying to make sense of your emotions. He just looks so happy up there, it… makes you feel happy, too? Like you’re rediscovering the beauty of it all over again. Of course, none of these words come to mind, and you’re quickly distracted by the million kisses he’s peppering all over your face right now.

“Hi,” he says. Quiet, sincere. Contented. “I missed you.”

Truth be told, you’re not complaining.

“Missed you, too. Missed this, you know that?”

He throws you a knowing look and a kiss that you’ve shared a million times. And God, you’d die to share that a million times more with him.

***

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[lucysometimeswrites]

Could you maybe write a story where the reader sees the new released picures/trailer for Cherry where Tom is kissing his co-star and she gets a bit jealous/insecure?

of course! :) hope you like it 

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“Darling, it’s out now!” Tom yelled from his spot on the couch.

“Ooo, coming!” I yelled back, quickly putting away the remaining laundry and running back down to jump beside him on the couch.

“Oomph” he said as I crashed into him, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his chest. He pressed kisses to my temple as I hurried him to open his laptop and play the video.

Today, finally, the trailer for Cherry was being released. Me, being the supportive girlfriend I am, have been incredibly excited for any kind of material or sneak peek that I can get since Tom has made it a rule to not spoil anything. Surprisingly, he’s kept his word, so I’ve been finding out about it at the same time his fans have been. You can understand why I’ve literally been counting the minutes for this to be released and Tom has basked in every moment of my fangirling.

I waited anxiously as he pulled up the video, biting my lip with an excited smile on my face.

“You really are excited, aren’t you?” Tom asked, scanning my face with soft eyes.

I whipped my head to look at him, as if he’d deeply offended me, “Of course I am! I truly do believe this is some of your best work and if my nagging for you to tell me anything about the movie isn’t enough to prove that and how excited I am, then I don’t know what to tell you”, I said, prompting a laugh out of him as he leaned in to kiss the corner of my mouth.

“Ready?” he asked

“Play it already!” I demanded, jokingly punching his arm. I got comfortable beside him as he set the laptop on the table in front of us, pressing play. 

“Oh my gosh...” I whispered, the excited smile never leaving my face. I chuckled, “I can’t get over your hair in that phase”, watching him in the student phase.

He nudged me, jokingly saying, “Leave me alone”.

I watched as Tom told Ciara how he liked her, in character of course, in a little shy but also a little forward manner. It reminded me of how he confessed his feelings for me, confidently but also nervously. It made my smile falter a bit. 

As the trailer continued, many cute Ciara-Tom moments came up, such as the small part where the caressed her naked body, him saying that she was “it” for him, their wedding, them cuddling and comforting each other. It was almost as if I hadn’t seen the the other parts of the trailer, just focusing on those, and I hated myself for that. I knew I shouldn’t be jealous, but the what-if’s started to plague my mind. 

Tom noticed that, even after the trailer ended, I stayed quiet and entranced on the screen. 

“So? What did you think?” he asked expectantly.

I shook my head as if I wanted to shake my thoughts away, and quickly put on a smile on my face, “Sorry, I’m just- I’m literally speechless”.

“Are you sure?” he eyed me suspiciously.

“I am! I can’t believe what I just saw. Tom, I-” I sighed, “I can’t even begin to express how proud of you I am. The film looks unbelievably amazing. Can’t wait to watch you ace it” I told him, caressing his face. I was reminded of the way Ciara did it in the video, and removed my hands from him.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me,” I said as I left his embrace, “I have to cook dinner, would pasta and garlic bread be okay with you?”

“We could order in, if you’d like?” Tom suggested, holding onto my hand to prevent me from leaving.

“Oh no, don’t. We have food in the kitchen” I waved him off, quickly making my way to said place and left him behind.

While getting everything out and waiting for the water to boil, I got lost in my thoughts again. I couldn’t stop thinking about the scenes between Ciara and Tom. They looked so real. And I knew that was the point of the film, for their chemistry to look as real as it could to sell their loving relationship and its importance. But man, they look amazing together. In real life too, they are great friends and have hung out multiple times and given the hardships of this movie, she was a great person of comfort for him because, in a way, they were going through the same thing. She could be there in ways I couldn’t. I know Tom would never to anything drastic but what if he realized how great she was? She’s funny, beautiful, smart, incredibly talented, and in so many ways better than me. Watching her hands softly cupping Tom’s face in the trailer reminded me of when mine were there; the way they passionately kissed, embraced, and found solace in each other...Wow. If I’m like this with the trailer, how will I get through the movie?

“Y/N!” Tom said loudly behind me.

Startled, I turned around and said, “What?”

“The water’s been boiling for a while now and you’re just standing there looking at it”

Looking back at the pot, bubbles furiously rose in it along with some steam,

“Oh, silly me” I dully chuckled, grabbing the pasta and carefully letting it fall into the water.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked once more. Without turning back, I answered with a high-pitched mhm.

Tom came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and letting his lips touch my shoulder, “Was it the trailer?”

“What are you talking about?” Ugh, who am I trying to fool.

“Don’t play dumb, talk to me, love” he pleaded, turning me around to face me.

I felt ashamed about my feelings, and couldn’t look him in the eye. Gently bringing my chin up to look at him, he encouraged me with a “Hm? Tell me, what’s bothering you?”

I decided that the only way I was going to get rid of these feelings was talking to him about it, so I said, “Well,” my eyes looking away, “watching you and Ciara may or may not have made me...I don’t know...a little insecure?”.

His eyes softened and as he went to speak up, I interrupted him, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to feel this way. I know how hard you and her have worked and I’m so proud but it just looks so real. And don’t get me wrong, great job!” I said with a small laugh and thumbs up, which quickly faded, “But it feels like you’d be better off with her. I mean she’s so much cooler and talented and she’s in your same line of work and to the public you’d look-”

“Okay, hey, stop it,” Tom quickly said to stop my rambling, “You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna let you talk about my very beautiful and amazing girlfriend like that”, I scoffed and looked at him as if saying Really?. 

“I mean it!” he defended, “Listen to me. What I do in my job most of the time represents nothing from my personal life. This is one of those times. Working with Ciara was great and all, but you know what kept me going through those rough patches?” he asked me. 

“What?” I mumbled.

“You, sweetheart. You were my rock through the whole process, even though you don’t realize it. Thinking of your laugh, your cute little face, or listening to your 15 second voice messages gave me the strength I needed to continue my day. You are my everything, and I’ll be damned if I let you go. So please, do me a favour and don’t leave me? Because I’m not gonna be able to handle it” he said, the last bit in hopes of making me laugh, which it did.

I shook my head with a smile, “You’re such a cheeseball-”

“But I’m your cheeseball” he proudly said, his face coming closer to mine.

“Thank you. Really, it means a lot” I told him as I finally put my arms around his neck, his forehead against mine and feeling a lot better than I did earlier.

“Anytime, babe. Communication is key” he winked, slowly peppering kisses to my cheek, my nose, and the corner of my mouth as I giggled.

“And what kind of communication do you have in mind?” I asked him with a mischievous smile.

“Do you wanna go find out?” he answered in the same way, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I’d love t- oh wait, dinner!” I gasped, remembering the boiling pot beside us.

“Noooooo” Tom whined, throwing his head back and deprived of his true desire while I just laughed, gave him a quick kiss and turned back to the pot, his presence nor his kisses never leaving my side. 

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[bts-reveries]

mini me | 27

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The group had just finished unpacking and filling the fridge with food. By the looks of it, it looked like you were packing for a week when, really, you just had several mouths to feed. 

-in the play room-

“Wait! Soojinie~” Huimang giggled, grabbing the crayon out of the younger girl’s hand. “You draw a puppy like this!”

“Let her draw how she wants it,” Hana says, taking the crayon back from her and giving it to Soojin. “Dogs can be pink too~” 

“Noo,” Moonji says. “There’s no pink doggies.”

“Minseok hyung!” Sian yells, bursting into laughter as he chased the older one around the room. 

“Get Youngjae first not me!” Minseok yells, jumping over the babies as he tries to get away from Sian. Mingyu frowns, getting up on his feet to follow his hyungs. Haneul does the same and the two try their best to catch up, unfortunately for them, the older boys found this funny and began running around them in circles.

“Hey!” Soojin yells. “Don’t be mean to my baby brother,” she says, dropping her crayons and running towards Haneul and Mingyu. 

“We’re just playing with them Soojin-ah,” Sian says, stopping in front of her. 

“Yeah! We’re not being mean, they like it when we play with them!” Youngjae says, kneeling down to the babies’ level. “Right?” He says, tickling them both under their chins, making both of them giggle. 

“Soojin are you going to finish this? Moonji’s about to color all over it,” Hana calls out. Soojin immediately lets go of the two boys and runs back to the table.

“Here Soojinie,” Huimang says, handing her another crayon. 

“Can I color this one~” Moonji asks, looking up at Soojin. 

“Yeah, here!”

“Youngjae-ah, Sianie, do you want to go play outside?-- oh! And you guys too,” Minseok says, inviting the youngests. 

“Yeah I want to go,” Youngjae says. “Do you want to come?” He asks Mingyu and Haneul, holding out his hands. The two babies take it and Youngjae walks towards the door with both of them on each side.

—

“Where are the kids,” Yoongi asks, walking into the main room. The girls were all gathered at the table, talking amongst themselves. Jungkook and Jin were arguing over which game they should play. Jimin and Taehyung were picking karaoke songs. And lastly, Namjoon was showing Hoseok the book he was currently reading.

Sohyun looks up and points behind her.

“They’re all in the room playing.”

“We should all go out while the sun’s still out,” Yoongi says, scratching his head as he walked towards the room to get the kids. 

“That’s true,” Mae says, already getting up to grab the bottle of sunscreen she has in her bag.

Yoongi opens the door to the kids’ play room, almost hitting the kids walking out.

“Oh-- I’m sorry I didn’t see you guys,” Yoongi apologizes. The loud playroom goes quiet and the nine kids in the room just stares at him. 

“Are you all having fun,” Yoongi asks, stepping into the room. Youngjae and the two babies back up.

“Yes daddy,” Hana says as she gets back to coloring.

“AI--” Yoongi yelps out as Sian jumps onto his leg. 

“Uncle can we go plaaaaaaay~” He asks, smiling up at Yoongi. Him and Jungkook both had the same cheeky smile. 

“Ousside,” Haneul says, pointing out the door.

“Yeah, that’s what I came in here for,” Yoongi says, prying Sian off of his leg.

“Uncle are we going outside by ourselves?” Soojin asks.

“No, we’re all going outside so clean your stuff up and we’ll all go. Okay?” Soojin nods, and the girls all grab a box and start placing all the crayons in. The boys helped tidy around as well. 

“Less go out!” Haneul tells Youngjae. 

“We need to help clean first,” he tells them, walking them over to where the other kids were. 

“Ah~ What good kids, go into the main room when you’re done okay?” Yoongi says walking back out.

“Yes!” They all say.

“Are you girls taking the kids out?” Hoseok asks, stretching and laying on the floor. 

“No, we’re taking the kids out,” Sarang says, walking up to her husband and grabbing his hands, pulling him up. “It’s family time lazy butt.” 

“Are we all going out?” Namjoon asks, taking off his glasses, running a hand through his hair. 

“Who’s idea was it to go camping?? You love nature!” Byul exclaims.

“I did and I do, I just wanted to read right now,” Namjoon says, standing up and putting his book down. “But if we’re going out, we’re going out.” 

“Namjoon and I are so different~” Jin says, sprawled across the floor, closing his eyes. Jungkook frowns, throwing down the board game he just picked out. Apparently there were ten kids on this trip. 

“If Jin hyung’s staying here, so am I,” Jungkook says, laying next to Jin.

“We’re done!” Sian yells running into the living room, dropping down to where his dad was at. “Daddy let’s go play!” Sian yells into his ear. 

“I don’t want to~” Jungkook groans.

“Let’s go outside!” Soojin yells as she runs out, immediately jumping onto Jin’s chest. 

“OoMPH--”

“I want to sleep~” Jungkook says, turning to his side, wrapping his arm around Jin and kicking his leg over his. 

“nO!” Soojin yells, pushing Jungkook’s arms away. 

“Mm… yes,” Jungkook mumbles, putting his arm back on Jin.

“NooOoO,” she says again, pushing him off. “Daddy’s mine,” she says, leaning down and wrapping her arms around Jin.

“Can we go outside pLEASE,” Sian insisted, tugging on Jungkook. Jungkook lets out a groan and continues to cuddle into Jin’s side. 

The two begin to pout as their dads wouldn’t cooperate with them. 

“Jungkook get up before you make the twins cry,” Rina says, calling the two twins since they’re the same age. Both Jin and Jungkook proceeded to get up, picking up their kids along the way.

“Moonji-ah! We’re going to go out baby,” Namjoon calls as Moonji was still in the room. She runs out at the sound of her dad’s voice and hands him a picture she drew.

“Oh is this for me?” Namjoon asks. Moonji nods, reaching up to get carried. “Thank you sweetheart, I’ll put it here where my book’s at okay,” he says as he carries her.

Minseok was already getting his sunscreen on with his mom. Mae looks around for Haneul.

“Where’s my baby?” She says. Jin raises his hand.

“I’m right here.” Mae playfully rolls her eyes as Jin laughs. 

“Where’s mine,” Yuna says as well, getting up from her seat.

“Right here,” Jimin says, copying Jin. 

“Youngjae is with them in the room,” Huimang informs them.

“We already cleaned up everything so I don’t know what they’re doing,” Hana says, running back to the room. 

You follow her into the room, along with Yuna and Taehyung. 

“Mommy I don’t think Mingyu wants to go outside,” Youngjae says as soon as you walk in. 

Mingyu was on the floor, playing with a little toy car. 

“Less go ousside!” Haneul says, crouching down to tell the younger one. 

“You can’t stay here by yourself buddy, we’re all going,” Yuna says, walking over to pick up Mingyu. 

“Thanks for watching him Youngjae, you’re such a sweet boy,” Yuna tells him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. 

“Let’s go Haneul,” Youngjae says holding onto his hand once again. 

“You’re already such a good big brother,” Taehyung tells your son, looking back up at you.

“We’re ready for another one,” he tells you, smiling widely, as if you two have been married for years and have been raising Youngjae together.

You laugh shaking your head. “Let’s date for at least a month before we talk about anything as far as kids,” you say as you follow the kids out. 

-

“Let’s go hiking,” Namjoon says, slinging his arm around Byul. Her eyes widen and she stops walking.

“H-hike?” She stutters. 

“Yeah, it’ll be fun. Let’s go,” He says. Byul groans as she follows both Namjoon and Moonji to their cars so they can drive up to the hiking trails.

“You’re going to make me hike AND drive??” She complains. 

“I was going to read but you insisted we get out,” Namjoon says with a smile. “It’ll be worth it, don’t worry~”

-

“Shall we go for a walk?” Jimin says to Yuna. She nods, putting Mingyu down. Right when his little feet touched the ground he was off.

“Oh, we’re running,” Yuna says, running after her son. Jimin laughs as Mingyu’s little legs don't stop. He’s been walking a lot lately, but this was the first time he was running running.

“When did his legs get so strong!?” Yuna exclaims, running next to him.

-

“What should we do?” Jin asks, putting his hands on his hips. 

“Let’s play tag!” Sian yells, running towards Jin and slamming his hand onto Jin’s stomach. “You’re it!”

“I’m not ready!” Jin yells, starting to stretch. “Give me a minute.”

Mae laughs from where she was sitting. Taking a picture of her husband.

Sian came running towards you and Youngjae.

“Youngjae Uncle Jin’s it! RUN,” he yells. Right when the words went through his ears, he went past you and ran to where Minseok and Sian were.

“Jin! HANEUL WANTS TO PLAY TOO!” Mae calls out. “Go, go run to daddy,” she tells him, tapping his little butt.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH,” Jin yells, sprinting towards Taehyung and you and tagging Taehyung.

“What?!” He says in surprise, turning to you and tagging you next. 

“I’m not even playing!” You yell out when he runs away from you. Jin runs towards Haneul, swiftly picking him up and running with him.

“Who’s it?” Jin asks. You smile, running up to him.

“Taehyung is!” You tell him, running next to his side. 

“Okay we’re good, he’s where the boys are at,” Jin says, already out of breath. 

“Just kidding,” you say, tagging him and Haneul. “You’re it!” 

“AISH, KIM TAEHYUNG YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS A LIAR.”

-

Meanwhile, Yoongi, Sohyun, and Hana were playing in the water. 

“Daddy!” Hana giggles, stomping in the water. “You have to get in!”

Yoongi shakes his head. “I'm good sweetie,” he says, putting his hand up. Sohyun then whispers to Hana, both of them looking at Yoongi suspiciously. Although, he doesn’t notice because he was trying to take a cute picture of his daughter.

“Now!” Sohyun says, the two girls running towards Yoongi.

“Huh? Whatwhatwhat,” he says, already whining as the girls pull him into the water. “AaiiSH.” 

“Success!” Sohyun says, both her and Hana putting their hands up.

“Yeah?” Yoongi says, sweeping Sohyun off her feet.

“What’re you doing??!” She says, Yoongi replies with a little laugh, walking towards a deeper end to the water before dropping Sohyun. 

“AH!” As soon as her head resurfaced, I mean, it wasn’t that deep, he turned around to get his daughter.

“No!” Hana yelled and she giggled as she tried to run through the water, away from her dad.

-

After a short drive, Huimang, Hoseok, and Sarang were sitting at the back of the van, eating some food.

“So I came to the conclusion,” Huimang says, Sarang and Hoseok exchanged looks with each other as they didn’t know where she was going with this. 

“Hana asked Uncle Yoongi for a brother and I just want a sibling,” she pouts. “I think it’s time.” Sarang and Hoseok both look at each other and Sarang bursts out laughing.

“Sweetie, Uncle Yoongi can’t have babies, only mommies can remember?” Sarang tells her. Sarang looks up at Hoseok and sees him staring at her with a wide smile.

“Babe that’s two against one we have to now,” he says, giving Huimang a high five. Sarang scoffs.

“What? No,” she says. “We need to wait for a while, let Hope be the only child for just a little longer.”

Hoseok looks at Huimang and they both turn to Sarang at the same time with the same pout.

“See, you two are always doing this! If we have another one, I won’t have a say in anything. Another cute face is the last thing I need right now,” Sarang says, facing away from them.

“Right now? So tomorrow can be different?” Huimang asks, scooting closer to you.

“Good one,” Hoseok says. Sarang can’t help but smile at them being silly. 

“I’ll say yes when Sohyun does, deal?”

-

“Soojinie, where are you taking me?” Jungkook asks, as Soojin pulls him inside the house.

“Mommy hid the banana milk,” she says. Jungkook instantly got where she was going.

“I see,” he says, picking her up. “Well Uncle Kookie knows exactly where she put it.” The two sneakily went into the kitchen and dug the top shelf of the fridge to grab some banana milk.

“What are you two doing?”

Jungkook and Soojin both slowly turned around.

“Hi Auntie Rin,” Soojin says, waving at her innocently. 

“Soojinie I thought mommy said no banana milk earlier,” Rina says, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

“Yeah but Uncle Kookie is getting me it,” she says. Rina laughs at her reasoning.

“Well if you get in trouble it’s on Uncle Kookie not me.”

-

“My legs are getting tired,” you say as you got farther and farther into the hike. After the game of tag with the boys and Jin, you and Tae decided to have some time alone. With Youngjae of course.

“We’re almost at the top!” Taehyung cheers. “We got this!”

“Mommy can you carry me, I’m tired too,” Youngjae says, lifting his arms up. 

“Taehyung,” you say, pointing to your son. “Too tired.” Taehyung laughs, walking towards Youngjae and easily lifting him up.

“You want me to carry you too?” he asks. 

“Can you?” Taehyung laughs at your answer, already kneeling down to pick you up when you laugh and push him away slightly.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” you say. 

When you get to the top, you sigh at the view.

“Worth it right?” Taehyung asks.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Have you been here before?” You ask. Taehyung nods.

“Yeah, by myself. It’s my favorite spot to be alone at. Not that I was never by myself, but it’s where I just fully relax and all my worries fly away.” He says, looking out at the view. He turns to you. “It’s a special place for me.”

“And you’re bringing us here?” You say. “Wouldn’t that ruin it?” Taehyung scoffs.

“Ruin it?? I’ve always wanted to take someone special here. It happened to be perfect timing that we got together and we ended up going near my special places.”

“I think it’s fate,” Youngjae says, putting his arm over the edge and feeling the breeze.

“Oh my gosh, be careful,” you say, pulling your son back a bit.

Taehyung laughs. “Yeah, I guess it can be fate.” He turns to you as you both are looking at the view. 

“You know you still owe me something and this would be a great way to pay me back.” You frown at him.

“Owe you for what?”

Taehyung glanced at Youngjae and he looked like he knew where this was going.

“I’m going to go sit on that rock,” he pointed, it was away from the edge, but not far from you two. He just quietly sat there and faced away.

“Ugh I love him,” Taehyung says, turning back to you. He pushed back the hair that was flying all over your face, letting his hand rest on your cheek.

Before he got any closer, he looked around, making sure no one was there to stop them.

“Finally,” he says, you laugh as he gets closer.

“Hurry up before something happens,” you say, pulling him closer and smashing your lips together. 

Up in the mountains, a beautiful view, a nice cool breeze, and no interruptions~

Except little Youngjae was quietly giggling as he knew what was going on behind him.

But he’s a good boy.

mini me

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ part twenty-seven: a good boy ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

pairings: artist!taehyung x singlemom!reader

a/n: this was fun!!! i hope you like it!!! it’s almost 3am!!! im so sleepy!!! i have a presentation in the morning!!! but i wanted to do this!!! so it’s on me!!! so pls, enjoy💖

ps. it’s almost 8am and i just realized that i had the wrong character on the last picture annxjshdja just changed it 🙂

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[minniepetals]

butterfly.05

— summary: the final series but with a promising tomorrow that your love will last until eternity

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, slight angst, poly!au, ceo!au

— word count: 14.0k

— warnings: a scene with a car accident, besides that, just fluff fluff and more fluff

╰ part 1: buttercream / part 2: buttercup / part 3: buttermilk / part 4: butterscotch / part 5: butterfly

Soft music played from the kitchen and curiously, still half asleep with a bed head, Hoseok popped his head in to see what was going on.

It was a sight he never knew would ever make him fall more in love with you; making pancakes with hair tied into a pretty messy bun in your pretty white nightgown Yoongi once gifted you. It hugged your frame perfectly, silk, short, small straps, lying just against your thighs. Your head shook from side to side lightly to the beat of the music, soft hums escaping from you.

He never knew he'd ever witness you being awake before any of the guys. It happened once in a while, rarely, but only when you've had a good night's rest. Yet he knew you hadn't gotten your full hours of sleep but there you were, a soft expression resting on your face as you continued making breakfast without noticing him leaning beside the doorway leading into the kitchen. 

Hoseok could still remember every moment of the night before filled with soft giggles, soft whines, soft embraces, and soft kisses. You fell asleep peacefully in his arms, snuggling up close to him and he swore he caught you purring. Luckily Taehyung got all of it on camera for the memories they'd never want to forget.

He was left waking up beside Yoongi and Seokjin, you nowhere to be seen on the bed. He called your name a few times and when there were no responses except the whines from Yoongi wanting more sleep, he stood up, put on a white t-shirt, before going on for his short expedition to find you. It was the first morning of the honeymoon, surely you'd want to sleep in some more, right? Weren't you exhausted from the night before?

As if on cue, a cute kitten's yawn escaped out of you and Hoseok silently cooed.

"The things I do for them," you giggled to yourself afterwards and finally Hoseok decided to make his appearance clear to you.

He stalked up behind you, letting his arms pull you into a sweet back hug (and you gave out a cute squeak) where he propped his chin upon your shoulder, nuzzling his head against your neck.

He breathed in. "Smells sweet."

You grinned excitedly. "I know right? The pancakes are going to taste so delicious and-"

"I wasn't talking about the pancakes, although they smell sweet too, but nothing can smell sweeter than you, my lovely wife."

Your heart soared and a short moment of silence passed, confusing Hoseok because he knew by then you should have stuttered your way out of trying to cope with his sweet talks like you always did. But when Hoseok looked up, he found a beaming sun glowing right in front of his eyes instead.

"You look like you're about to explode," Hoseok chuckled lightly as he pinched a cheek of yours, still unsure of the reasoning behind your smile.

"Doesn't it sound nice?" You asked him, turning your body fully to face him. "Hm? My handsome hubby?"

Hubby.

A curse left his lips almost breathlessly. "We really did that, huh?"

You squealed and he couldn't help but laugh aloud at how cute you were. "It's been what? Four? Five months? Since you've all proposed to me on Christmas."

"It really has, hasn't it?" Hoseok chuckled as he let his arms wrap around you to pull you in close, his body naturally allowing the both of you to sway to the soft sound of music that was still playing.

He could still remember the process that led up to the proposal.

࿐ ᶠ ˡ ᵃ ˢ ʰ ᵇ ᵃ ᶜ ᵏ

"Let's get married," Jimin said and they all looked up from the papers that laid in front of them on the long desk of the meeting room. Hoseok blinked and for a moment and Taehyung was about to give a silly remark but they could all see the serious gaze Jimin held, something he didn't often have when talking about other things besides being in his business mode. Only when he was truly serious about a certain topic.

"Married?" Namjoon repeated.

"We promised each other," the younger male reminded them all, "since we were kids, we promised each other that if we didn't find someone else to love, we'd end up marrying each other. Who would have thought the seven of us would actually end up together?"

It was a silly little promise they made during one of the very few sleepovers they had in the earlier years. They were playing truth or dare, something Jungkook had proposed he wanted to do, and with Yoongi asking them all whether they had anyone they loved and them responding with no's, Jimin pulled up a ridiculous dare for them to bet on, a promise of them marrying each other in the end if nothing worked out with their partners in the future.

Seokjin laughed but agreed and Hoseok placed his hand in just for the fun of it. Jungkook and Taehyung saw it as a competition so of course they weren't going to miss out, and the last two just shrugged it off as something that'll probably never happen but placed their hands in anyways.

Jimin was right, no one had saw the big relationship coming, not especially for Jungkook to confess one night when he was crying after Namjoon said he was about to leave to study in the states. A cute heartfelt confession with lots of tears and flushed cheeks, his bunny eyes looking at Namjoon with hands that held onto the man tightly, begging him to not leave because he had been his first crush.

Namjoon, one who cried only rarely, had a few tears slipping from his eyes and pulled the maknae into his arms, telling him that he felt the same.

Their relationship didn't last long, not before Jimin joined and then the rest of them came along on the ride, a relationship meant to last until the longest time because they knew and loved each other for the longest. It was the only spark they've actually felt, contrary to previous relationships with the ones before them, the first time something actually felt right.

Jimin reminded them almost every moment he could remember about the promises they made to each other that one beautiful night. It was something he had never forgotten because he was so in love and happy. He never missed a time to remind them, not until a few years prior to where they were now.

"And...Y/N?" Hoseok queried.

As if on cue, the door to the meeting room opened slightly with a light knock and in you came with a pretty floral blouse and white pencil skirt, beautiful as always.

"Just a reminder, Mr. Park, you have a meeting with the Yoon Corporation's executive leaders in half an hour and I have the meeting agenda here if..you'd..." You trailed off the second your eyes looked up and scanned the room, noticing every one of them looking at you with a serious gaze and Hoseok could see you visibly tense up.

Poor Y/N who knew nothing of what they were thinking about. But then again, it was good that you didn't.

"What...what's wrong?" You stuttered, voice small with the loss of confidence.

You always hated when they made you feel little in that sense.

"Nothing, baby," Jimin was first to say with a small smile. "I'll see you in a few minutes, okay?"

Your smile was a little lopsided but nonetheless nodded as you bid your goodbyes and left without another word. They wanted to say something more, Hoseok knew, to soothe your little worries but he also knew that the sudden proposition was placing them in a sudden overwhelming situation. A good overwhelming situation.

"She deserves a proposal," Yoongi said with his eyes still remaining on the door where you left just minutes ago.

"So..." Jimin trailed off, smiling, "we agree?"

"I agree," Hoseok mirrored the same excitement and the rest were quick to follow.

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"Hoseok, you distracted me!" You chided at the man, quick to leave his arms as you picked up the spacula again with a distressed groan the moment you flipped over a pancake only to find it clearly burnt. "Look at what you've done."

"Me?" Hoseok laughed in disbelief while you dumped the burnt pancake into the garbage can. "It's my fault you forgot you were cooking?"

"Yes!" You reiterated as you poured another batch of pancake mix into the pan. "I'm trying to make as plenty of pancakes as I can before the rest of you wake up because today's a special day and I don't wanna ruin any part of our honeymoon, especially on our first day."

Hoseok cooed. "Aww, you pretty little thing. So you decided to wake up bright and early just to make us breakfast?"

"Why else?" You mumbled through a cute pout. "You know I cherish my sleep but you also have to know that I love you all more than anything."

You were so, so precious.

"I love you more," Hoseok challenged and you were quick to hold the spatula right up at him with a playful glare while he flinched back just as playful, both hands in the air.

"You can't love me more than I love you."

"Watch me," he dared and almost instantly, you were swept off on your feet and a squeal quickly left your lips as you laughed along while Hoseok spun you about.

"Hoseok, you—oomph.!" He held you steady in his strong arms, leaning up to kiss you right then and there while you tried your best not to let the spatula slip away from your fingers. The kiss was searing and hot like the passionate man he was but to have it so early in the morning while you were trying to cook, you lightly tapped him with your wrist, trying to get him to relent because you still had to cook before the others woke up.

"What's the matter?" The man let you go with a swipe of his tongue on his upper lip, smirking. "Too intense for you? Can't take anymore after last night?"

You frowned at him to show your displeasure but it only turned out into a pout with a beautiful blush Hoseok could recognize almost instantly. "I'm trying to be romantic here and you're ruining my moment." He laughed aloud, only to inject a whine out of you. "Why can't you just let me spoil you guys for one morning? It isn't even for a day because I know you'd never let me go that far but I've been spoiled enough from the moment we started dating and it's making me upset."

"Baby Y/N-ie's upset?" He feigned a cute teasing pout. "Haven't we told you plenty of times already? As long as you're with us — which will be for the rest of your life because we've already declared our vows, by the way — you're going to be spoiled until death takes us apart." With the pout still resting on your face, Hoseok couldn't resist and let out a sigh as he placed you back onto the floor. "Fine, just this one time."

You jumped with joy the instant that came out of his lips. "I love you, thank you! But..!" You gave him a pointed look with a finger hovered just below his nose. "I still hate you because you ruined my surprise for yourself."

"Hate me?" A dramatic gasp left him. "You can never, baby."

You giggled. "Fine, you're right. But I'm still upset with you."

"Hey listen, I think you're going to be even more upset and this time it really isn't my fault just because I'm too charming for you to resist but," he placed a quick peck on your lips before moving on to stroll out of the kitchen, "your pancake's burning."

You gasped immediately. "Hoseok!"

The only thing you could hear was his laugh fading away.

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"What are you wearing?"

"A..swimsuit?"

"No," Seokjin decided as he grabbed your wrist to drag you right back into the vacation home.

"What? But Seokjin—"

"If you think me and the guys are going to let you walk around out there in that swimming suit of yours, think again darling."

Your lips pouted as he opened the door to the bedroom before letting your hand go. "Do I look that bad?" You asked him as you stood in front of the closed door while looking down at yourself, suddenly feeling self conscious.

He could immediately tell what that voice indicated and the man was quick to hold your shoulders together, walking you over towards the bed to have you sitting on the edge. He gave you a pointed look while you sat there refusing to meet his gaze with a sad frown. "The exact opposite of that is the reason why I will not allow you to step a foot outside." Seokjin's voice was deep, maybe deeper than the sea, and to hear him say such possessive words made you feel some type of way.

"Do you not understand? Hm?" He prompted with a raised brow before letting his eyes fall. A hand rested right on your stomach and chills were quick to fall. "I don't want anyone else seeing this pretty tummy." It rose, hovering up and along your breast before brushing lightly on your collarbones. "Your pretty chest, your pretty collarbones." He held your chin, rose it for you to meet his sharp gaze.

"The pretty face that accompanies this pretty body. And above all, I don't want them approaching you and finding out not only is your body pretty but your heart is too. Guys can be animals, some do not respect women, and many will go after the pretty vulnerable ones who hates violence, ones who can't stand up for themselves not because they're weak but because they're too kind to say no."

"I-I can say no," you tried to reject.

But his brow raised. "You've learned to say no to us, darling, you haven't learned to say no to your friends nor strangers," he reminded you.

You let out a little huff as you pushed him back just slightly so that you could breathe again. "I'm a married woman, no one will come up to me."

"Married or not, pretty is pretty and no man will want an opportunity to miss that."

You groaned. "I'm not you, okay? I don't attract attention that easily and have everyone looking my way just by walking around. I won't get—"

Suddenly you were pushed down against the mattress with full force and Seokjin hovering above you, his body supported by the two arms that stood trapping you from both sides. "Why can't you see that you're the most beautiful woman in the world?" He asked, so frustrated it almost came out into a whine. "Do you know how many guys we have to glare down whenever we're walking beside you? You're so freaking oblivious because you're always in your own little world and—"

"Exactly."

"What?"

You rolled your eyes before sighing as you looked back up at him with a serious gaze. "I'm in love, Jin, I don't care about anyone else watching me from a distance. I'm so oblivious because the only ones I see are you and the other six, who cares about those other men? They can flirt all they want, you know I won't react to them like I'd react to you. Sometimes it gets scary and I'll always want one of you by my side but you don't have to be so jealous, my love, I chose you and I love you, not them. I'm yours, I belong to you and you're mine. We're married and there's no way anyone can ever break us apart now."

Sometimes he wondered how you got the courage to say such endearing words he loved so much. When you first began dating, feelings were a little more held back on your side because you didn't know how to show your love. Your first relationship didn't teach you anything and your previous one left a scar that had you overthinking everything because you were afraid they'd leave you if you ever did something they didn't like.

But truth was, there was nothing you could have done to make them leave you. You were naturally a kindhearted woman, they knew even before the dating phase, and you've always put forth your best efforts to work hard each and everyday, even on days when you were sick but refused to stay in bed.

You'd worry about the slightest things they'd pay no mind to, your insecurities being a big role that kept you back from saying the things you wanted.

And what he hated the most was when hoarding your feelings became too overwhelming and tears would fall from your eyes. Like the first time they saw you cry when someone touched you but you had been too afraid to speak up, or the second time when you went to Namjoon about the jealousies that ran around the whole building.

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Seokjin fired his secretary but did it in an orderly manner even though he did wanted to act like Jimin for once and just fired people right on the spot without giving them a pep talk. Jimin was definitely not happy about the situation, none of them were, but the man was more willing to fire anyone that had so much as glared your way. Namjoon had to calm him into going about things in a rational way.

They watched you closer ever since you spoke up, kept an eye on you at all times in case someone were to mess with you. And if they were too busy to watch over you, they'd have someone else doing the job and reporting to them whether someone had said anything to you or about you.

Things were looking much brighter, you looked happier, and the company was back to being a hardworking environment without the envious situation thrown into the mix.

But there was still one little problem.

You stood next to Seokjin wearing pretty black trousers with a pretty white blouse while your hair was up in a pretty ponytail. Jimin had asked you to be Seokjin's acting secretary for the night since the older man needed one and he had already fired his a few days prior. He didn't thought much of it when some lady approached him to spark up a conversation, only noticing a few minutes later with the way you stood there, hands fidgeting with the sleeves of your blouse and fixing your hair every three seconds.

You didn't feel comfortable but didn't leave his side because you took orders seriously since Seokjin himself asked you not to stray from him.

He held on a small tight smile, not liking the way the lady had begun to stray away from business talks and opted with a less formal conversation. But he couldn't just stop the conversation mid-sentence, it would be rude. Yet the second she tilted her head back from a soft laughter and lightly hit him on the shoulder, his small smile began to fade.

Sure she wasn't that bad looking but she wasn't you. Not as gorgeous as you who didn't need to wear a dress to impress because you were already pretty without it. Not as sweet, not as kind. He didn't like her laugh. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't like yours, not like the way your sweet laughter would immediately light up his heart.

But then again, it was probably because he was in love with you and not her.

"Care to go out for a cup of coffee some day?" She asked him.

Years before, even before he understood what love was, he would admire the bold ones that approached him and got straight to the point. He wasn't too keen on being the one who chased after someone, he liked being chased instead.

The guys wasn't much of a task to chase after, he had not much of a need to chase after them at all. It was more of a childhood to lovers story. After Jungkook confessed to Namjoon, it was then that got him to realize being chased after the ones he didn't care too much about wasn't his style. It began to annoy him a little. But Seokjin was still a stubborn man who refused to chase after any of the guys, instead playing the hard to get card while they all trailed after him, rolling their eyes because he liked playing with them.

It was until you showed up did he realized what chasing meant.

You were so shy, a cute worker, quiet and soft, got scared easily but could never get mad at anything or anyone. You'd stutter your words whenever you'd talk to any of the higher ups (aka them), and he found himself curious as to what kind of person you were and what went on in that little head of yours.

It was a bit of a surprise when Yoongi deemed he fell in love at first sight all of a sudden but it did sparked more curiosity in the man.

Seokjin liked talking to you whenever he got the chance. He loved the way your cheeks were so easy to turn into rose pink, loved your soft voice, and got a little frustrated you weren't part of the group of ladies that showed love and admiration for him.

But your focus and hard work was something that made him fall more for you, made him realize he was the one chasing this time rather than being the one to be chased after.

And he liked it.

"Actually.." Seokjin took ahold of your fidgeting hand without any hesitation and while you began to panic, worried for the onlookers and the lady in front of you, he held your clasped hands up in full view, surprising both you and everyone else that looked your way. "I will be occupied until the day she decides to leave me." He paused, turning to look at you with a confident grin while you stood there, eyes silently asking him what he was doing but Seokjin paid no mind. "Which I hope will never happen, my love."

My love.

Seokjin wasn't one to declare his feelings out into the public, he liked to keep things private and hidden behind closed doors. But with the way you kept looking down on yourself and the previous events beforehand, he knew validating your feelings was so much more important.

"Shall we go?"

It wasn't a question, it was a declaration. And before you could protest or say anything, the man whisked you away.

"Seokjin?" You called upon his name the moment the two of you were alone and he turned around, prompting you to go on. You let go of his hand to hug yourself before speaking again and he frowned at the way your eyes refused to look at him. "H-How'd you know?" You asked him in a small voice.

With a small sigh that left his lips, Seokjin took a step forward to wrap his arms around your smaller figure, letting his chin rest atop your head. "It's kind of my job as a boyfriend to understand the feelings of my girlfriend, don't you think?" You kept quiet. "No matter how many ladies approach me, approaches any of us, just remember that we are yours and yours alone. There's no need to worry, baby, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon...ever."

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"Why are you like this?"

You cocked your head just slightly, brows a little creased in confusion and he groaned again because you looked so adorable. "What do you mean?"

"I'm supposed to be mad at you, Y/N, you can't just be perfect all the time and think you can get away just by saying sweet words to me because guess what? I fall for it every time!"

"But I mean it!"

"Exactly!"

Dramatically, he clutched his chest and fell beside you, letting you have your moment of disbelief laughter because of the sudden change of heart.

Smiling, you leaned up against him to snuggle close. "I like this."

"What?"

"Being in love," you sighed.

"Yeah," he chuckled, agreeing before the sudden ding from both your phones alerted the two of you that the other six were waiting outside on the beach.

"I almost forgot we were going to see the dolphins today." You gasped, letting out an excited squeal as you hopped off the bed but not before Seokjin grabbed your wrist so that you couldn't leave the bedroom.

"Just because I'm no longer upset does not mean I'm letting you go out like that."

"But Jin, they—"

"I'll tell them you're being a brat and us being late won't be the only reason they'll be upset."

You huffed. "Fine."

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No matter how long time had passed since you've joined their relationship, Taehyung could never not fall in love with you more and more as each day passed.

You laid in bed, the last one left to wake up as always when it came to mornings, hair sprawled almost all over, your right hand laid on your chest while your left laid on your side. That morning, however, was a little more special.

After all, the day before they had just discussed wanting to get married and propose to you.

Taehyung took your left hand into his, playing with it for a moment as he examined each finger with gentle touches, kissing each fingertip before holding your hand out palm to palm and giggling at how much smaller your hand was compared to his. He had the largest ones after all, while yours came in last, smaller than Jimin's cute fingers.

You groaned softly in your sleep, squeezing his hand just slightly and he smiled, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. "Shh, it's okay. Sleep some more, baby, you don't have to wake up just yet," he said in soft whispers and as if hearing what he had just said, you turned your body just slightly to relax in your sleep again.

He chuckled at the sight before leaving one last kiss on your head and walking out the bedroom shirtless and feeling happy for what he had just done.

"I got it!" He announced to the group as he walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the smell of coffee and eggs.

They looked up at his arrival, chuckling when they saw Taehyung holding out a string that was curled into a circle. A string that he had apparently wrapped around your ring finger just minutes before to get your ring size.

"That'll work," Yoongi shrugged as he took a sip of his coffee.

"It'll have to work," Taehyung said, plopping himself on a chair next to Jimin, "I can't just ask Y/N what her ring size is without being discreet, it'll ruin everything."

Jimin chuckled while ruffling his soulmate's head. "Good job. We knew you'd come up with something creative."

"She's still asleep?" Seokjin asked and Taehyung nodded. He looked up at the clock that indicating the time being eight in the morning. "Someone should wake her up soon, breakfast is almost ready," he said, the scrambled eggs in the pan almost done and ready to serve.

As if on cue, small little stomps made their way down to the kitchen and in you came still in your pajamas, hair cutely ruffled while a hand rubbed at your sleepy eyes and they almost melted in sight.

"You can't do that." Your voice came out whiny and croaky and oh so adorable, a cute pout adoring your face. "You know I don't like waking up alone in bed," you reminded them, a little grumpy and still clearly tired.

Gosh you were so adorable.

Jungkook chuckled lightly as he walked up to you to pull you in more towards the kitchen, a hand ruffling your head and making it more messy. "Sorry baby, you woke up a little sooner than expected."

"One moment Taehyung was whispering something and then the next no one was there."

"I know, I know," the maknae cooed as he held you in his arms, swaying your bodies from side to side and placing little peppering kisses all over your face. "We're sorry, okay? It won't happen again."

You were so spoiled but they wouldn't have it any other way.

You giggled at the feeling of his lips and tried to push him away but along with how sleepy you still were and the fact that Jungkook would always be much stronger than you, you couldn't escape the tickling sensation.

"You're so sappy," you whined cutely, wiggling in his arms.

"You love it," Jungkook said as he let you go running over to where Namjoon stood, almost stumbling into him because you were still half asleep.

"Oof, I'm sorry Joonie," you quickly said while wrapping your arms around him and looking up at him with adorable eyes.

The man chuckled as he leaned in to greet you with a morning kiss. "It's okay baby."

"Baby," you repeated the word, sighing as if awestruck with a brilliant smile lifted upon your face. "I love you," you told him like a small child and he allowed you to snuggle up against him.

"My baby koala," Namjoon cooed.

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Even if he was on his honeymoon, Namjoon could never truly stay away from work. Not only because he was the big boss but also because he was a workaholic who often found himself handling the portion of the burdens that needed at least one of them to stay connected to their business. And he wasn't going to let anyone else do the work though you guys did chime in from time to time whenever possible.

Namjoon liked working independently.

But sometimes it could get a little tiring and for that, he always found you tumbling towards his way wherever he was at the right times.

Your tinier self would walk into his study room at the vacation home, sometimes half asleep or just plain tired, sometimes fully awake and ready to help, asking him whether he needed a helping hand or not. And whether Namjoon would say yes or no, you'd remain by his side either way.

He found both your tired and fully awake side adoring, liking the small surprises you'd greet him with each day.

When you were awake and ready to help at any time, he knew that would be the right time to let you help him out even with the smallest things. You liked helping him after all, always finding something to do because he knew you wouldn't leave unless you did something to help ease his burdens.

And on times when you were tired from whatever you had been doing, he'd allow you to just crawl into his lap, legs rested at both side of his body, head leaning to rest against his chest as he worked independently, happy for your comforting presence.

"Y/N."

"Mhm?" You answered him, voice a tired hum.

"Were you with the maknaes?"

You nodded at his question, groaning slightly as you leaned up to rest your cheek against his shoulder, having it squished right there. "Jungkookie and Jiminie tried to push me into the pool while I was all clothed and I asked Tae to help but he was just laughing so now I'm a little upset at them," you informed him while huffing.

Namjoon chuckled. "They like to play around."

"I was trying to read," you complained in a whiny tone. "And it was coming to the exciting part too!"

"You can go get your book and read it here if you'd like."

"No it's okay," you said, snuggling in closer and placing a few little pecks against his neck. "I like it here, don't wanna move."

"Okay," he smiled, fingers still typing away, multitasking as he both spoke to you and did his work. "Stay here for as long as you'd like, baby."

You giggled, nodding.

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You were drunk on sleep again and it's become a similar pattern that whenever you were like that, the one thing they often found you talking is about how you loved their eyes, eyes that (in your words) glowed of a thousand starlights.

"The stars are pretty."

"The stars aren't even up, Y/N," Hoseok laughed. "It's barely dusk."

"I'm talking about your eyes!" You frowned, pouting for a moment before smiling all over again. "I'm so lucky you know," you said, head on the desk in front of you, looking at them with a smile so whipped. It was a late afternoon where they had all gathered, the meeting long over and you couldn't keep yourself awake for longer. After all, you had been up all night the night before with no rest in between and they felt bad. But watching you like that was cute. You were always cute.

"Stars are pretty, I've always liked stars ever since I was little," you told them and hearing that, they listened in closer, grinning at the mention of your childhood self that must've been even cuter than you were now. "But mom couldn't bring me to the, um...what's that place called?" Your brows furrowed, losing your words and they giggled. "The aquarium? No, that's where the fishes are, what are you talking about, Y/N?" You grunted, the word not coming to you. "You know, there's a place where you can see the stars outside of Earth but it's indoors. Ugh, why can't I remember?"

"A planetarium?" Taehyung guessed and you exclaimed.

"Yes, that's it!" You were too endearing like that. "So mom couldn't bring to me the planetarium so I asked her to bring me stargazing instead but she was always so busy with work she never had time for me. Which was why I snuck out of the house one day."

Yoongi raised a brow. "A good girl like you actually snuck out?"

Just to see the stars.

What a cute little girl.

"It was fun!" You remembered. "But it was also scary because I was alone so I didn't really have time to look at the stars for long. Mom never found out though," you giggled proudly.

"Still wish to see them?" Seokjin asked you.

"It's okay, I already see them everyday," you told him. "The stars are all in your eyes and it's so much more pretty like this," you giggled again and their hearts swayed.

How lucky they were to receive a love so pure.

Still, it would have been nice to let you see the real stars that laid up in the sky, brightening up the night with its lovely glow.

And then, they thought of it. That empty room towards the attic, glass walls and ceilings that allowed you to see whatever was outside, lying right under the stars with nothing to block its view.

It was the perfect place and you deserved something perfect.

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"Y/N, are you still here?"

"Mhm," you hummed at Jungkook's call while his eyes were still glued on the large screen in front of him, sat on a gaming chair with a console in his hold, headphones on and a curse muttered under his breath for a quick second.

"For what, baby? Why aren't you sleeping yet?" He asked you, continuing on to game. You couldn't really blame him. After all, if it wasn't for the honeymoon, Jungkook wouldn't have much time to game just as he'd like it.

"Because you aren't sleeping," you pointed out.

"Aww," he cooed, a smirk curled at the corner of his lips, "does baby not want to leave me alone?"

You nodded but then remembered he couldn't see you and answered with a yawn. "Yeah."

"I'll be done in a few, okay?" He promised and you nodded again, letting him be.

But the game lagged on and you were growing more and more tired.

"Guk," you called his name after fifteen more minutes had pass, tugging at his sleeve. "It's getting late."

"Just one more round, baby."

You groaned and shamelessly slid your body under his arms to plop yourself right on top of him (to which he easily allowed you) while resting your head on his shoulder. "Come on," you whined.

"Okay, okay," he said, letting the headphone fall off on one ear with a light chuckle. "Just let me die first." He let himself end the game faster than what he wanted at first but with you there, straddling him and being a whiny tired baby, Jungkook's love and focus was shifted.

"Done?" You asked after he took off his headphone and placed his console down.

"Yeah baby," he chuckled again, allowing you to lean back just enough to meet his eyes with a tired smile. "You're cute, you know that?" He said, pressing two kisses on your lips. "Come on, the hyungs are probably wondering where we are."

With not much effort, Jungkook picked you up easily to lead you back to the bedroom where the rest of your husbands were.

"There you are, I was just about to come get you," Namjoon greeted the second the two of you arrived to the room.

"Sorry, she was waiting up for me," Jungkook said sheepishly as he greeted him back with a kiss. The others were already asleep with Namjoon kept up catching up with some work so he was the only one left to wait up for you and Jungkook.

"Babygirl's tired," he noted. "But we'll have to wake up early to catch our flight."

You whined at that. "Don't wanna leave."

"I know, baby, I know."

If only the honeymoon could last a little longer but as long as they had each other, there was nothing more Namjoon could ever ask for.

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Light pink suit on with a white shirt tucked under and white pumps and your hair up in a ponytail, Jimin studied you carefully as you went over the meeting schedule for the busy day again. Your brows were slightly creased with a firm serious expression resting on your face, a few small baby hairs sticky out just slightly from having to run around that morning, and although he wanted to smile and praise you for how quickly you were to get right back on track despite whining for some extra sleep when you had to wake up, he held his blank demeanor as he stood there, waiting for you to finish.

Luckily for Jimin he could multitask. Luckily he could both focus on your words and study you in however way he wanted.

Because although his eyes stayed on your face looking as if there was nothing else but work occupying his thoughts, his head also swarmed with thoughts of you and how he wished the vacation hadn't ended so soon.

"Have you compiled the reports that I've asked of you?"

"I will have them ready the minute I return to my desk, sir."

"Good." He nodded, satisfied. "And the phone calls?"

"Already done, sir."

"There's an event coming up in a a few days."

"I got their phone call this morning and ran over there. Everything is organized and just needs a few more last minutes touches before the final day but besides that, there isn't any problems that needs to be dealt with."

"The meeting."

"I have the meeting agenda here if you'd like to look over them," you said, handing him your neatly organized notebook to which he quickly took to look over.

"And my coffee?"

"Ah."

Jimin looked up, raising a brow. Perfect as you were with everything, sometimes you did forget to do a thing or too. You were human after all, maybe a little better than most, but still human.

"Forgive me, I'll get right to it, sir."

"Go on." You hesitated and before he could ask what was wrong, you went on to walk up to him to the tie that wrapped against his collar, your soft perfume hitting his nose.

"It was a little crooked," you told him and the corner of Jimin's lips curled up just slightly enough to be playful as he leaned in for a quick steal of your lips.

"Thank you, honey." You giggled, losing the professionalism for a moment and he smiled at the sight. "Have you checked your messages?"

"No, I haven't. Why?"

"Jin hyung texted, demanding for some attention," he informed as he held out your phone that he stole an hour prior.

Seeing the screen lit up with text messages from the eldest, you chuckled in response. "I guess he'll be whiny if I don't give him what he wants, huh?"

"Can't blame him," he shrugged. "You're around me almost every part of the day while the rest of them sometimes only gets to see you before and after work." Your phone went off again, silently vibrating against his palm for just a moment. "It's Yoongi."

"We've got a meeting in half an hour, can I quickly check in on them afterwards?" You asked and Jimin nodded with no protests, giving you a soft kiss on your lips.

"Don't let them distract you though."

"Of course not," you giggled.

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"Did you know that when a male penguin falls in love with a female penguin, he searches the entire beach just to find the perfect pebble to present to her?"

"Oh my gosh," you gasped, almost squealing at how cute it was as you began to imagine a scenario of cute penguins in love with each other. "How adorable!"

"Isn't it?" Taehyung bubbled from the other line of your phone call just as you had taken a right turn as you drove.

"Why do you know this?" You wondered with a soft laugh.

"I think back in primary school," he said.

"And it hadn't slipped your mind."

"Mmn." He laughed. "I remember it then, I used to have a crush on the teacher that told me this fact and I thought, you know, that she was hinting on the fact that I should go and find the perfect pebble for her because she liked me back. But turns out poor little Tae Tae was just dreaming in a delusional reality because she already had a boyfriend."

"Oof," you giggled, "how did poor little Tae Tae react?"

"He went to little Jimin and they cried together because little Jimin always hated seeing his soulmate cry."

"You guys are so cute!"

"You're not jealous?"

You chuckled. "Why would I be?"

"Because!" Taehyung exaggerated almost as if offended you weren't jealous of his story. "I learned that fact from another woman and I'll probably never forget her because it was that memorable."

"Tae, we're married. I'm your first and hopefully last wife so how are you ever going to forget me?"

"Oh crap, you're right." You laughed. "Wait, what do you mean hopefully you'll be my last wife as well? Are you doubting my love for you?"

His comments were amusing and you shook your head, smiling at how cute your husband was. "Hmm..I wonder," you teased.

"I'm telling you!" he declared, "No matter what happens, we're never letting you go so you better be prepared for what we have to offer."

"I was prepared the day I accepted your proposals," you told him and a look to your ring finger was enough to send butterflies your way.

You looked up again towards the road in front of you. There weren't many cars passing through, just about one or two but they were both going the opposite way of you. You hit your signal to make a right turn, pressing onto the breaks to slow down yet the pace of the car never did as you expected it to be and you frowned. You pressed the breaks again, and then again, and your heart began to race as your eyes widened with fear.

"Ooh you're smoother than I thought you'd ever be. You're catching on pretty well." The light tone in Taehyung's voice was the one thing that reminded you that there was still hope in the world, that one of the six of them had just been on the other line of your call and you bit your lower lip.

"T-Tae." Your voice came out more shaky than you expected, scared for your life.

"Yeah?" He replied casually, not realizing what you sort of situation you were in just yet.

"The breaks isn't working," you breathed.

"What?"

"The breaks, Tae, it isn't working, I can't slow down!"

With your voice growing louder and tears escaping your eyes as your heart raced rapidly against your chest, Taehyung's heart stopped.

"Taehyung please, I..-" you choked, "what do I do?"

"Where are you?" He immediately asked. "Just stay calm for me okay, baby? Take deep breaths and-"

"I'm going to hang up."

"No." His heart began beating fast as he stood up abruptly. "No baby no, don't do that. Don't-"

"I love you," was the last thing he heard before the line was cut off and Taehyung flew out the doors to his office, legs running faster than ever before with his fingers punching against his phone to try and call you again.

He had no time to remember to warn the rest about what had just happened, mind with only thoughts of you and how he could get to you on time.

Hot tears fell from his eyes, blocking his views while he continued wiping them away so that he could see properly on where he was driving. A hard knot constricted his throat, making it hard to breath as his heart ached and his stomach contracted into a tight ball.

Taehyung was panicking, knuckles white from gripping onto the steering wheel way too tight and cars beeped at him for going way too fast but he couldn't care any less about anyone else when you, his baby, his wife, one of seven reasons why he continued to wake up every day, was out there somewhere alone and isolated with nowhere near help.

'I love you,' your voice echoed into his head and he shook his head vehemently.

No, no. It couldn't. It couldn't be. He couldn't even say it to you, to let you know that he loved you too and that—

No.

Taehyung took a deep breath though it was so hard. He couldn't let himself think that way, if he did then it would mean...it would mean you wouldn't return to the seven of—

And that was when he remembered.

Seven.

Right, seven.

He still hadn't informed them and they out of anyone else should know what was going on as well. Who cared about the company at the moment? You were in trouble for goodness sake.

"Hel-"

"Y/N's in danger." He took no time to waste, taking a harsh turn that made the tires squeal in turn but he couldn't care.

"What do you mean Y/N's in danger?" Hoseok's brows furrowed, confused by the bitter taste in Taehyung's tone.

"Forget about going to that stupid meeting you have in less than ten minutes, Y/N's breaks stopped working on her way back here and now I can't get ahold of her and she's probably all alone out there with no one to help because that rode is away from the cities and isolated." He spat out a curse. "Hyung, I'm trying to get to her as soon as possible."

Normally Taehyung would never be so rude as to call Hoseok's meetings stupid but he was too worried and afraid for your life and at that point, none of them cared about his words lacking respect.

"I'll tell the rest and try to get ahold of her, just try to get there as soon as possible."

"What do you think I'm doing?"

It was harsh but understandable. "Taehyung."

"What?"

"Be careful," Hoseok warned, feet already taking him away from the meeting room and leaving his assistant to blink in confusion. "I'm not going to lose you in an accident because of your careless driving."

"Hyung, what if," he cursed again, "what if Y/N-"

"I'm going to end this call right now and inform the rest but you are not allowed to think that way, do you hear me?"

"I..-" Taehyung took a deep shaky breath, running his forearm against his eyes for the hundredths time. "Okay," he said, sniffling. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

The call ended and in less than ten minutes, he was on the familiar road of where you were when you called him, head stretching out to search for someone, anyone. A car, your car. Whatever sign that told him that you were alright, that you were safe.

But he hated how he couldn't see anything.

There were no cars that drove by, a street not many frequented and he wondered where in the world you were. Were you safe? How were you safe if there weren't any drivers driving by and could have coincidentally stumble upon you? They could have phoned the police, the ambulance, anything.

But he heard no sirens, no distress cry that warned him a wreck was nearby.

Neither was his phone called by any paramedics as he had been the last person you were on the phone with.

He could only hope, hope that you would be okay. Even if that meant you'd end up in the hospital, even if it meant you'd get hurt. He could only pray that everything would turn out alright.

And then, he saw it.

A body sat on the side of the road opposite of him.

Your body.

You.

He hit the breaks as soon as he was close enough and ran out the door as if his own life depended on it.

"Y/N!"

You looked up at his call, tears falling and falling from your precious cheeks and his heart shattered even more at the state you were in but he ran to you, crouched down, and pulled you into a tight hug while his own tears continued escaping from his eyes.

You were safe.

Safe.

In his arms.

Crying and scratched with your clothes a bit dirty but safe.

So, so, safe. Safer than he could ever imagine.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Taehyung repeated over and over again, words he never got to say before you hung up on him in the middle of the crisis and his heart had ached before you never did get to hear those words when you were alone and had no one else but yourself to rely on. "I love you so much."

The images of your body having to be wheeled into the emergency room fell from his mind as he held you close, crying yet hushing you gently as you cried inherent words against his chest, hands holding onto his blazer with a grip tighter than his because you could have lost your own life.

"It's okay, baby, I'm here now. I'm here."

He let you go just a little to have a look at how badly the incident had caused. Your white blouse were ripped from the sleeves, dirty, with signs of scratches that you had probably dived yourself out of the car just in time before it could crash and stop itself against a tree. The scratches fell down to your legs and when he touched your left foot, you winced in pain, tearing up all over again.

"Does it hurt?" He worried. "I'm so sorry. Help is coming soon, Hoseok should have called. They're on their way too so there's nothing to worry about right now. You're going to be alright, Y/N, we'll get you fixed up. They're just little scratches, you'll be better in no time. Anything else beyond that, we'll figure out a way to make it right again, you don't have to worry about a thing, my love."

"M-my car.." Crashed and ruined. Even if it could be repaired again, Taehyung wasn't going to let you ride in the one thing that could remind you of all of this.

"We'll get you a new one," he vowed but you shook your head, not wanting that from them.

"My phone..-" Probably lost and damaged in the wreck.

"We'll get you a new one," he repeated and you shook your head again.

"T-Taehyung...I was so scared," you sobbed and he pulled you in against him again, holding your head, rubbing soothing patterns, and giving you a soft kiss there.

"I know, baby, I know. It's okay now." Truth was Taehyung was way too terrified to imagine what had happened after you hung up on him but he wasn't going to tell you that. You needed the comforting more than anything and he vowed to be the bigger person as Hoseok was for him. "I'm right here, baby, I love you."

"I love you."

Barely a month into the marriage and he almost lost you but it was your body that he could feel as he held onto you with a secure hold, a promise of tomorrow, that kept him sane. It was when Hoseok held onto him later that night when he woke up unable to rest, crying against his husband's chest in the bathroom, that kept him alive.

You were alive.

Awake the next day, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead with a whisper of a soft thank you because he had gotten there before anyone else, had been the one to inform the rest. Because if it wasn't for him, who would have known how long it'd taken before they found out where you were and what had happened.

It was him that you thought of, reminding yourself that Taehyung knew, that Taehyung would run over in no time, and that you were going to be alright.

Because Taehyung knew.

So he leaned up to press a sweet and gentle kiss against your lips, careful not to hurt you, afraid you'd shatter like a fragile glass in his hold, and silently thanking the angels that had kept you safe.

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"Y/N is that you?"

You turned around to come into a halt as your eyes widened at the sight in front of you, heart suddenly doing something you weren't quite fond of. "C-Chan..." You breathed, surprised by how much the years had changed him. "Wow, hello."

Years before your heart would have broken at just the sight of him alone and you wouldn't be able to face him without tearing up but now? Now that you've found seven lovers who promised to cherish and love you for the rest of your life? Your heart ached slightly but it wasn't anything that had to do with missing him as a lover. He was your childhood friend after all. And if you missed him, then it'd be as a friend who fell apart after what had happened.

"It's been years." He sighed at the sight of you, smiling softly as he studied you for a moment. Autumn had come, winter being so close by so you were beginning to wear thicker clothes as the seasons began to grow colder each passing year, a pretty white capelet coat with white furs surrounding its collar and sleeves, making you look so soft. You changed, you looked more beautiful but still had on that lovely smile that he always remembered back when the two of you were children. "How have you been?"

"I've been great!" You said with a bright smile and it almost made him falter to see you look so happy like that, moving onto a life without him in it.

"That's wonderful, Y/N," he chuckled. "You look a little too fancy for someone out casually grocery shopping."

"Do I?" You laughed, looking down at yourself. Ever since you've began dating your seven princes, they've done nothing but spoiled you rotten and clothes were definitely not an exception. You loved the coat though, a Christmas gift given one year from Taehyung.

"Listen..." Chan began to trail off and you watched how he bit his lower lip, looking a little too nervous.

You knew what was coming and quickly shut him down. "It's fine, Chan," you said almost too quick for his liking.

He looked up again, blinking. "What?"

"Whatever happened between us is all in the past."

"The past...right..."

He looked like he wanted something more, regret and guilt shown in his eyes and maybe if he was a few years earlier, you would have easily gave in but he wasn't. The years had long passed and you were completely over him, love given for others whom have stolen your heart.

Just as he was about to say something else, someone interrupted the two of you as your grocery bags were snatched right out of your hands, causing you to look back and find Yoongi frowning.

"What did I tell you about calling me over so that I can carry these things for you? You're not allowed to carry anything except your purse, Y/N, your hands should be free of heavy things," he scolded the second you met eyes.

You shook your head lightly, smiling because they were always like that even though what you had been carrying wasn't heavy at all.

But they always refused to let you give them excuses.

"Um..who's this?"

"Oh!" You almost forgot Chan was still there. "Um, Chan, this is Yoongi," you turned back around, introducing with an awkward smile, "my husband of two years."

Chan's eyes widened at your words and the mood grew uncomfortable all of a sudden, being stuck between a previous lover and one of your current lover.

"And who's he?" Yoongi asked, voice monotoned as he raised a brow, not completely liking the fact that your sentences were informal as if you knew the guy.

"Ah, my um..childhood friend."

"Oh." An uncomfortable silence passed for a moment before Yoongi let out a scoff, knowing exactly what you meant. Seokjin told them about your two previous lovers, the two both leaving you heartbroken in the end and now seeing him in person, Yoongi wasn't going to make sure the meeting would last for much longer. So he handed over a few bags from his right hand on over to his left and took your hand, clasping it tightly. "Anyways, we're busy so goodbye," he said bluntly and turned around, dragging you away with him.

You panicked for a moment, turning around and waving at your speechless childhood friend. "Um, b-bye! It was nice seeing you!"

"Nice my ass," Yoongi muttered, scoffing bitterly.

"Hey, be nice," you chided softly after turning back and the two of you walked on towards his car.

"You really want me to treat your exes with grace and kindness?" He raised a brow, asking curtly.

Your lips pressed together into a small pout. "I...I don't know," you shrugged, unsure because yes, he did hurt you, but he was also your friend before the whole relationship happened. "He sounded nicer," you said ruefully.

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he took out his keys to press the button that unlocked the car and opened the trunk. "Oh please, didn't you catch his eyes? The man totally wanted you back," he huffed, shutting the trunk close after putting the bags in.

"That's why I specifically told him that you were my husband," you told him, allowing him to open the door for you before getting in, "To make sure he knew I was completely over him."

"Still." A sigh left him as he leaned against his car, a pout resting on his lips.

"Don't be too mean," you laughed.

"Mean?" He raised a brow. "Imagine the maknaes were with you instead, or Jin hyung," he said. "They'd be all over you if they knew that was the childhood friend, showing affection out in the open where everyone else can see that you're clearly are taken, making that Chan even more envious."

"Ah," you bit your lower lip, "I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right. But just because I'm not too into that pda crap," Yoongi said, head leaning in close to where his forehead met yours and your face began to flush, "doesn't mean I don't like claiming what's meant to be mine."

"Y-you.." you stammered, "you don't have to. He's already long gone and I'm long over him." A kiss to your lips and your cheeks reddened some more. "Yoongi there are people-"

"Being a husband is nice," he smirked. "If I were to still be your boyfriend, I don't think that would have shut him down so easily, he would have seen me as just a competition." Another kiss, a little longer, a little softer. "Good job though," he patted your head, "for telling him that I was your husband right away."

One last kiss, softer and gentler and sweeter, before he pulled away and closed your door, smirking with a light chuckling as he watched you from the window, sat in your seat with your face all flushed because he had just done that out in the open.

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"Can we have our wedding in Spring? And outdoors? I want an outdoor wedding in Spring. It'll be warm by then and the flowers will have bloomed and everything will be so pretty. Oh but," you paused, pouting as you realized something and they all look on over at you, wondering what was wrong. "Spring is so close and I've heard that wedding preparations can take quite a while to perfect everything. We're all so busy, I highly doubt we can get it all done that easily and then Spring will come to an end."

You sighed, letting yourself sit in front of your vanity as you took out a brush to run through your hair. "We can always have a Summer wedding," you said. "Or whenever preparations gets done," you shrugged not caring much for the date anymore as you met Namjoon's eyes from the mirror.

He walked on over with a soft smile on his face, resting his hands atop your shoulders and squeezing it lightly. "Whatever you want, baby, we'll get it done."

You made a face. "This isn't just my wedding, you know, you're in it too," you said, turning your chair around so that you could face him and look up with a pointed look, "I can't get married without my grooms."

"Of course not," he chuckled, pinching your cheeks gently. "We'll split up a few tasks, tackle this together. With the eight of us plus a few help, it won't take that long. We're used to big events and deadlines and so are you."

"And this is our event so it's even more important and special," Hoseok said nodding.

"Aren't you forgetting the fact that we're all so busy with the company already?"

Seokjin chuckled. "Since when have we let that stop us?"

"Don't think about the details just yet, Y/N," Jungkook told you. "If you want a Spring wedding then we'll make your dream come true."

You pouted. "But what about what you guys want?"

Taehyung smiled as he took your chin to let your lips meet his in a soft assuring kiss. "We're fine with whatever. Honestly."

"You sure?"

"Mhm," Yoongi nodded. "I'm just honestly looking forward to seeing you in a wedding dress," he admitted and you blushed just thinking about it.

"I can't wait," you breathed, smiling as you met all their gazes. "I love you so much."

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"How was the cake tasting?"

"They were all so good," you whined when Jimin brought it up after you walked into his office to hand him the reports. You, Taehyung and Jungkook had gone to choose the cakes that morning and it was safe to say that you were all stuffed by the time it was all over. "Everything was sweet and pretty, I don't know what I'm gonna tell the wedding cake designer when we meet," you said, frowning.

"She's an expert," he reminded you, "she'll know what to design in the end after giving it a few ideas."

"I think I gained some weight after eating cakes all morning," you pouted, looking down at your tummy with a huff. "How am I gonna fit a wedding dress now?"

Jimin chuckled at your cuteness and stood up from his desk to walk around it and over to you, hands both tucked behind your waist as he pulled you in close. "Gain as much weight as you want, I don't care," he vowed sincerely with a smirk curling at his lips, "We'll still love you all the same."

You giggled, smiling into the kiss that he gave you. "Kookie said he's gonna go and burn some calories in the gym after work," you informed. "I planned on going with him and Taehyung but maybe I'll skip out."

"Good job," he smiled. "Do whatever you want, as long as you're happy."

"Should the cake be grand?" You asked. "Layered?"

"Of course," Jimin nodded. "The bigger the better."

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"You okay?"

"Hm?" You looked up towards the door where Seokjin walked into the bedroom just as you had gotten done changing into your nightgown. A confused glance was made his way as you wondered what he meant by that and why his brows were a little furrowed as he walked your way, settling himself onto the large bed.

"Yoongi told us what happened this afternoon," he said. "You met him again."

Him.

"Oh." You shook your head, laughing lightly as Seokjin held an arm out for you to sit onto his lap, accepting it without a word. "There's no need to mention him anymore," you told him. "It's all in the past."

"I just thought, you know," Seokjin shrugged, "since you looked a little upset the last time you spoke about him. How he left you scarred."

Your heart melted at how considerate he was for you so you leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "I promise you, I am beyond over that. I've got you guys now, what more do I need?"

He chuckled, not able to stop himself from kissing you. "Good," he sighed. "I don't want any other man occupying your thoughts."

"Don't worry," you grinned, "they're all claimed by the seven of you."

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"Y/N? Why are you awake?"

At first Jungkook had woken up with the idea of needing to use the restroom but then he found you nowhere in bed and saw a silhouette outside the balcony doors. So when he opened it and found you resting your forearm against it, a warm cardigan hung over your shoulders as you looked up at the stars, he could only wonder what had gone wrong.

You weren't one to usually wake up in the middle of the night just to watch the stars. Sure your love for the stars were big but you loved your extra hours of sleep more than that.

"Something wrong?" He asked as he walked in further after you turned your head around and remained silent. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you from behind, feeling your body colder than it should have been. "You're freezing, baby," he shivered. "What's wrong, hm? Tell my what's wrong, baby."

There was a clear sign that he had recently woken up, voice groggy and tired yet Jungkook was clear on not heading back to bed unless he made sure you were alright again.

"I can't sleep," you told him, leaning back against him to welcome his cozy warmth. "I had a nightmare."

"Mhm," he pressed his nose into your neck, trying to warm more of your cold body, "want to talk about it?"

"No," you shivered as a chilly night breeze passed by though he could probably guess it was one of the few nights where you'd dream of the accident all over again. They had come around less and less as the months passed but that didn't mean you could ever forget. "Wanna sleep," you pouted.

"Then come on," Jungkook said, beginning to tug you along back into the bedroom.

"But the nightmares." Even as you whined, you still followed his steps back in, feeling too sleepy to remain stubborn especially when the night breeze was too chilly to handle.

So you let him pull you back into bed where the two of you laid in between Seokjin and Yoongi.

"It's okay," Jungkook whispered as softly as possible, "I'll fight the bad dreams off for you."

You snickered in a gentle tone. "And how will you do that?"

"By singing you to sleep."

A smile was quick to light up your face at his suggestion and without any hesitation, you let Jungkook hold you against him, lying onto his chest and having you listen to his heartbeat. Not long after the two of you settled into each other's warmth, Jungkook's soft voice was whispered into the night as he sang a lullaby for you.

Listening to his heartbeat on one side while your other ear was blessed with his voice, you fell back to sleep sooner than you thought you would.

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"Y/N, it's three am, what are you doing up so early and..." Namjoon blinked though his eyes were still clear with drowsiness accompanied by a cute bed head, "..cooking...?"

You giggled as he walked further into the kitchen, greeting his tired self with a ruffle on his head as he let out a cute yawn. "I couldn't sleep," you told him. "I woke up and tried to go back to sleep but I was too awake and energized to dream again."

"So you decided to make pancakes."

"Yup," you nodded, exaggerating the last sound with a pop. "Doesn't it smell nice?"

He didn't answer but you were far too excited on your own to worry about it so you returned to the pan to flip two pancakes. There was soft upbeat music in the background and Namjoon shook his head, chuckling at the sight of his wife up so early in the morning flipping pancakes with nothing but an oversized grey hoodie that belonged to Jungkook.

You were quite the sight, pretty and adorable.

He walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and allowed you to sway the both of you from side to side while you hummed to the beat of the music.

"Hey, if you're going to have a party, you can't just not wake us up."

The two of you turned around to find Hoseok walking in followed by Jimin who let out a grumpy huff with hands stuffed inside the pocket of his hoodie.

"It's not a party," you insisted, "it's a late night snack I'm having."

"Even worse!" Hoseok pouted with a whine and you and Namjoon giggled.

"You can join if you want," you invited with a cute grin plastered on your face. For moments before, Jimin wanted to scold you for waking up so early just for that but who could get mad at such a sweet face?

"You're lucky you're cute," he said huffingly and your head tilted back, colliding with Namjoon's shoulder as you laughed. "What are you doing up anyways?"

"Y/N here can't fall asleep," Namjoon informed with a ruffle of your hair.

"So you guys decided to wake us all up by being loud?"

At the new voice, the four of you all turned to watch Seokjin walking in as he pouted, a clear tired expression plastered on his face.

"I'm so sorry," you quickly said, "it was my fault, don't blame the rest. We'll be more quiet so you can head back to sleep if you can."

"And miss all of this?" He scoffed stubbornly and took his seat next to Jimin, "No way."

Hoseok laughed. "You pretend to be mad but you love us anyways."

"Doesn't make you any less annoying," the eldest retort with rolled eyes.

"Is that pancake I smell?"

"At three in the morning?"

"Heck yeah!"

Jungkook and Taehyung both filed in no sooner than later and soon the kitchen was filled with all of your husbands. All but one who was a heavy sleeper and loved his sleep just like you.

"Is everyone awake now?" Jimin asked with a yawn.

"Yoongi isn't," Jungkook replied.

"Should we wake him up?" Taehyung asked.

"I think babygirl should do it, don't you think?" Seokjin said with a small raised brow and a smirk your way. "You're the reason we woke up after all."

A hesitant blush your way with Hoseok stealing the spatula from your hand and them pushing you out of the kitchen, you were left to sigh without a protest, dragging your feet up the stairs towards your shared room.

Even though you were the one to always leave the bed later than everyone else, Yoongi could get a bit grumpy when he's woken up unexpectedly — especially on purpose when there was nothing important to wake up to.

Nothing a few kisses and cuddles couldn't fix.

So you opened the door to find Yoongi alone, looking small against the large bed that took up a lot of space in the master bedroom. A soft smile curled along your lips as you walked up to him and bent down, shaking him lightly.

"Hey, Yoongi?"

You didn't get very far.

Not before he had grabbed your arm and pulled you right into his hold where his body held you tightly.

"What?" He grunted.

"You're heavy," you whined at his body weight but still he wouldn't move.

"You love it," His voice was deep and low, tired and groggy and you were already starting to feel bad for waking him up. "Well?" He asked, urging you to go on from what you wanted to tell him. Instead of answering him, however, you remained quiet to just listen to his soft breathing, the warmth given off by him suddenly making you sleepy. "Here because you want me to join your little party downstairs?"

"How'd you know?"

"Not hard to tell," Yoongi said, "they're pretty loud."

They definitely were. The two of you could hear their complaints and booming voices and laughter all the way from the kitchen to the bedroom.

You laughed lightly and he mirrored your amusement. "Not complaining?" You asked.

"Not going to convince me?" He remarked.

"I don't know," you shrugged, moving in closer to his warmth and he allowed you without protest, "I like it here."

"They're going to know something is up if you don't return soon."

You frowned. "Are you trying to kick me out?"

"No," he chuckled in a deep tone, soft and soothing, "I'm trying to keep you to myself for a moment," he said, "just until they all come barging in and ruin this peaceful quiet time."

"Mmn," you giggled, "you're so greedy."

"So are you."

You responded with a whisper of an 'I love you' and he replied with a kiss on your forehead to say the same thing.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

There they were. A little late, a little early. You didn't know what to mark it as but as they barged in, you and Yoongi remained holding onto each other before Taehyung excitedly jumped onto the bed and pouted.

"You love us too yet you're ditching us for more sleep?"

"Weren't you too energized to go back to sleep?"

"How dare you?"

Yoongi simply laughed while you left his arms to quickly sit up and try to defend yourself.

"No, no! I didn't mean it I promise!" You insisted. "It was just so warm and soft and Yoongi was holding onto me so tightly and I loved the feeling and..-" You met their disapproving look and your eyes fell, pouting. "I'm sorry."

"Stop it, it's not fair."

You blinked as you looked up at Jungkook. "What?"

He grabbed your face, squishing it against the palm of his hands with a cute pout of his own. "You're too cute to stay mad at!" He chided and you fell back against Yoongi as you laughed. "You can get away with anything with just this face alone, it isn't fair."

"Actually, I think it's quite a gift," you replied with a playful grin and they were upset because they couldn't actually stay upset.

"See what you've done, Jimin?" Taehyung glared at the other 95 liner, "She's caught up to us. I told you Y/N isn't the same girl we first met years ago."

"What? It's Jin hyung's fault too!"

"Hey!"

"Nah, I'd say she's still the same," Namjoon stated with a soft scoff. "Watch this."

You didn't know what he meant by that but the next thing you knew, Namjoon had caught ahold of your chin, tilting your head to meet him before soft yet passionate lips fell upon your own. A kiss that had his tongue dancing along your lower lip before it entered at your gasp and had you gripping tightly onto the sheets below you.

When he pulled away to give the both of you the breath of air you needed, you were left lightheaded and quickly fell back against Yoongi's hold to hide your blushing red face against the crook of his neck.

Chuckles escaped them at the sight and Namjoon licked his lips with a smirk. "See?"

"Cute," Seokjin commented with a grin. "Remember when we first kissed?" You whined against Yoongi and stomped your little feet in protest. "Gosh, Y/N was the cutest thing ever with her eyes so big and round and cheeks so flushed," he continued either way.

"Remember when you first came over?" Jimin added. "Or when we first shared a bed?"

"And the first time you had to stay over because the blizzard outside was too harsh?" Taehyung said.

"Guys, stop it," you whined, "I already embarrass myself enough, stop bringing the embarrassing memories back."

"Embarrassing? Y/N, they were precious," Yoongi insisted gently as he trailed his fingers along your jawline to get you to face them again. You did it with bits of hesitation and they almost melted in sight. "So, so precious," he said as he placed an assuring kiss to your temple.

"I still can't believe someone like you fell in love with us in the first place."

Your brows furrowed at Hoseok's words. "What are you talking about? You were like the most sought out men of the industry even though the relationship between the seven of you was clear from the beginning. You were so untouchable someone like me was lucky to even breath the same air as you."

He chuckled. "No, Y/N. You didn't know it then but from the first moment we saw you, something about you was different and special. You only proved to us each day with your hard work and efforts that what we saw then was not a mistake."

"So we started to observe you more as time when on," Jungkook said. "That's why Jimin and Jin both started to flirt around, eventually moving on to flirt with others to try and grab your attention."

"But you always acted so unfazed," Jimin pouted.

"That's because I had to remain professional," you remarked. "Plus how was I supposed to know you took an interest in me then?"

"That's the problem, Y/N," Namjoon sighed. "You're always stuck in this little head of yours, thinking you aren't good enough or pretty enough but you are, and you are so much more than that."

"And a little braver than we imaged you'd ever be," Taehyung smirked as he was reminded of something. "You were the one who took the initiative after all, confessing your true feelings first hand."

You blushed thinking about that moment. "I was drunk."

"On sleep," he laughed. "Still, your sleepy self was braver than any of us could ever be at that time."

"And we love you," Seokjin smiled as he leaned in to place a sweet kiss on your lips. "So much."

You returned the smile, heart fluttering. "I love—" you gasped, suddenly realizing you had forgotten something and they all gave you a confused gaze. "The pancakes!" You jumped out of bed, groaning as you slipped on your slippers. "Aw man, my late night fun time is all ruined because you guys decided to love me."

Jimin scoffed. "Did you not like that?"

You stopped yourself before you could run off towards the door and down the kitchen, feigning an innocent smile their way as you leaned up to press a quick kiss on Jimin's lips. "I love you!" You said and bounced away, leaving them to frown at your absence.

Not long after, however, their heads came popping into the kitchen, too awake to return to sleep now.

"It's gotten cold," you pouted as you turned to them, showing them the plate of pancakes that would have made the perfect early breakfast snack if they hadn't lost their heat. "I'm gonna cry."

"Really now?" Namjoon chuckled.

"We can make some more," Jungkook suggested, not liking the idea of heating them up in the microwave because microwaves scared him.

"But then these will all go to waste," you said.

"It's okay, you didn't make that much in the first place because you thought it'd just be you," Hoseok said pointing out and you nodded.

"Okay," you sighed. "Let's make another batch for the eight of us then!"

And so you got to working with a bit of help, adding in berries and chocolate, each batch with a little something different so that you could all choose whatever you wanted to eat. It was fun, being up so early in the morning with nothing to do for another hour until you had to get ready for work. Together. You and them.

Back then you'd always wonder on the thoughts of why they had chosen you, what they had seen in you in the first place. And sometimes you did find yourself going back to those thoughts.

"You know," you said as you all sat around the dinner table, "sometimes I wonder why you choose to enjoy these kinds of food when you can be enjoying those exquisite dishes that they always serve at those parties. You know, like the rich people you are?"

"It's good once in a while," Jimin said with a light shrug, "but we prefer this because it's better, it's more, it's true and it's made with love. It's made of your love. Our love."

And when Taehyung fed you a slice of the blueberry pancakes on his plate, you smiled because you understood.

You didn't have to be perfect to be loved by them (though they always insisted you were perfect), you didn't have to be the prettiest or the most hard working or whatever anyone previous had always told you. All you had to do was stay true to your heart and love them with your true heart.

It didn't have to always be pretty as long as it was you and them in the end.

A love stronger than the day before but less than the next.

With a promise of tomorrow and more tomorrows to come.

#btsboulangerie #bts polyamory #bts poly #bts x reader #bts ot7 x reader #ot7x reader #bts poly!au #bts poly au #poly bts au #poly bts #poly!bts #poly!bts x reader #bts ceo #bts ceo au #ceo!bts #bts office #bts office au #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts scenario #bts fluff #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

[calpalirwin]

Painted Pink Room

Summary: Cake adopts a kid.

Word Count: 3.1k

And away, and away we go!

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It started with Ashton and Michael introducing them to Wyatt. Wyatt was a spunky little guy of two and a half years old with a mop of wild curls and an infectious little laugh that had Luke looking over at Calum with big pleading eyes and a small pout. And all Calum could do was give a small nod. “So, uh,” Calum started, clearing his throat. “Ash, how did you and Mike… you know?”

“Decide to adopt? Why are you and Luke thinking of doing the same?”

“I mean…” Calum shrugged nervously. “There’s a lot to figure out and whatnot. But uh… kinda hard to deny that this,” he gestured out to the yard where Michael was dying a dramatic death for the benefit of his son who, at Luke’s coaxing of “get him Wyatt!” pounced on Michael, “doesn’t look half bad,” Calum concluded.

A shriek filled the air as Michael roared and started tickling the boy, yelling “Ahahahaha! You fell right into my trap! Now the tickle monster got you! Oh no! Say ‘Uncle Luke help!’”

“Help, help!” Wyatt pleaded with more giggles, pulling at Luke’s hand.

Luke immediately jumped into action, whispering something in the boy’s ear that made him light up before hollering “Attack!” and both Luke and Wyatt started tickling Michael back, all three of them gasping for air amid the storm of giggles.

Ashton and Calum shared a laugh, and then Ashton sighed longingly. “Yeah, it’s gonna be a process. And lots of talking before anything gets done. But the end result is pretty fuckin’ great.”

“Yeah. So how did you and Mike decide that this is what you guys wanted?”

“I mean for me it was easy. I always wanted to be a dad. To prove I could do it without making the same mistakes. But I was afraid of those mistakes, too. Still am. Absolutely scared shitless.”

Calum nodded understandingly. Ashton’s parental history was significantly more fucked than his own had been, but he understood more so than Luke and Michael could about not wanting to repeat mistakes their parents had made. “And Mike?”

Ashton giggled, “Mike is like a big kid himself. He’s great with Wyatt. But he wasn’t sure he was ready for the responsibility that comes with all this. Cuz it’s a lot. I won’t sugarcoat that for ya. But, I dunno. It’s hard to explain how despite all the what ifs and worries, you have a kid anyway. It’s like a blind leap of faith. You just do it and hope for the best.”

“Mhm, and uh… sorry for all the questions, but how did you guys know you wanted Wyatt and not like… adopt a newborn, or try a surrogacy so the kid shared DNA with at least one of you?”

“Well, for one, DNA doesn’t make a family. You know that as well as I do. I mean, look at us, we all found family in each other. But we thought it’d be an easier adjustment with a slightly older kid. Like we wanted them relatively little to have all those experiences. But a newborn felt like it would be too much. And then we met Wyatt and everything just clicked.”

“He’s a cute little thing, that’s for damn sure. Has the coolest dads I know, too.”

Ashton grinned and wrapped an arm around Calum’s shoulder for a sideways hug, “Thanks man. And any kid would be lucky to have you and Luke for dads, you know that right? And you’d have mine and Mike’s support the whole way. Plus it’d kinda be cool if you wanted to give Wyatt a cousin.”

Calum laughed. “Alright, alright. It’ll be a serious discussion now. Gotta make sure it’s not just a bad case of baby fever.”

“Oh, for sure. That’s a conversation all on it’s own.” As he unwrapped his arm from Calum, he glanced at his watch. “Shit.”

“What?”

“Nap time. Ready to see if it’s just a case of baby fever? Mike!”

Michael’s head popped up, and Wyatt took the small distraction to tackle Michael again, the man falling on his ass with a small oomph! “Huh?!” he asked as he wrapped up Wyatt to keep the boy from climbing all over him.

“Time to wrap it up.”

Michael nodded once, standing up and taking Wyatt with him. “C’mon you. Nap time.”

At the word “nap” Wyatt let out a piercing wail and started squirming against Michael’s hold on him. The wail had all four men wincing, and Luke shot Calum a quick glance as if to say “Ooof, could you imagine?” “Ow, Wyatt, we don’t hit. It’s not nice,” Michael scolded lightly, simply adjusting his grip to limit the boy’s protests.

“No!” he wailed, big crocodile tears running down his face.

“Hey,” Ashton said softly, stepping in to help, a thumb brushing away the tears on his son’s face. “Take a breath for me,” and when Wyatt let out a blubbering huff of air with only a sniffle, Ashton smiled at him. “That’s my boy. Now, do you want Daddy to read you a story, or Papa?”

Wyatt sniffed again before making grabby hands for Ashton. Michael kissed his hair before passing Ashton Wyatt. “We’ll play more later. You gotta rest first. And so does Daddy. Love you, bug.”

Ashton chuckled softly as he took Wyatt on his hip, the boy’s head snuggling into his neck. Ashton gave Michael a quick kiss before saying he’d be down in a bit and disappeared inside the house.

“How’d you decide who was Daddy and who was Papa?” Luke asked as the other three men filed inside and settled on the couch in the living room.

Michael shrugged. “Not sure really. It kinda just happened. I mean, it doesn’t really mean too much right now.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well we’ve only had Wyatt a month. Ashton and I try to refer to each other as Daddy and Papa for his sake. To make it more commonplace. I mean, that’s what they said to do. Them being the agency, and the support groups, and all that. But, it’s all new to him. Like he knows I’m Daddy and Ashton’s Papa. But he doesn’t say it yet.”

“Oh… Well, he’ll get there, yeah?”

“Oh yeah. I’m not worried about it. I mean we got to spend plenty of time with him while everything was getting finalized, so he feels safe with us which is what really matters. Everything else is just details. So, Cal, what were you and Ash talking about?”

“Yeah, love, what were you guys talking about?” Luke asked with a suggestive eyebrow raise.

“Oh, I was just asking Ash some questions about how you guys came to decide on having Wyatt. Just curious was all.”

“Curious?” both blondes pressed.

Calum shrugged a little shyly, taking Luke’s hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “We’ll talk about it later, yeah Lu?”

Luke broke out in a grin while Michael laughed loudly. “Not so loud,” Ashton hissed as he came down the stairs.

“Shit, my bad,” Michael apologized. “He go down alright?”

“Out like a light. You and Luke really wore him out. So, what I’d miss?” he asked as he plopped down next to Michael

“Oh, nothing much. Just apparently Cal and Luke are thinking of following our footsteps.”

Ashton nodded. “Yeah, and Luke I’ll tell you what I told Cal outside. It’s a lot. But whatever help or support you guys need, if this is what you guys decide you want, Mike and I are behind you a hundred percent.”

“It’s definitely a conversation I want to have if Cal does,” Luke said, his hand resting on Calum’s thigh.

Calum rested his own hand on top of Luke’s squeezing it reassuringly. “Course, Lu. And thanks guys. The support means a lot.”

“Course, mate,” Michael told him. “Plus, Ash wouldn’t it be cool for Wyatt to get a cousin? It’s like a sibling with less stress.”

~~~

Later that night, Luke rolled over to his side in bed, propping himself up on his elbow, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. “Were you serious early?”

“Serious about what?”

“Us having a baby.”

“Course I was serious. We both wanna be dads, don’t we?”

In a burst of excitement, Luke pushed himself to sit with his legs crossed facing Calum, who mirrored the position, their knees pressed against the other’s. “You’re dead serious? Cuz I swear if you’re fucking with me I’ll never forgive you.”

Calum chuckled softly. “You think I’d joke about something like this? What do you think I was pestering Ash for?”

Luke shrugged and looked away shyly. “Figured you were asking all the stressful stuff so you could talk me down…”

Calum let out another soft chuckle, reaching out to guide Luke’s face back up to look at him. “I mean, Ash did mention that it’s a process, and a lot of discussions, and decisions to make. Like this doesn’t happen overnight. And that’s the easy part. I mean, we’re talking about the end result being us being responsible for a whole ass human.”

“Whoa… yeah that’s kinda scary putting it that way, huh? But…?”

“But if there’s anyone I’d wanna do this with, it’s you, Lu.”

“Yes!” Luke cheered before kissing Calum deeply. “Okay, so how did Ash and Mike get started? Do we wanna do what they did and adopt like a toddler? Or do we wanna go older or younger? Oh newborns are so cute! But it’s kinda cool when they can talk, and actually play too like Wyatt can. Oh, and imagine if we get a little girl? We can learn to do her hair and we can have salon parties all the time! Wait! Do you think we should look into surrogacy? A little mix of you and me? Is that possible you think?” Luke spewed out all the questions he had in a rapid fire barely taking time to breath between words. He paused to suck down a giant gulp of air, his face flushing. “Fuck, sorry, that was a lot.”

“There good questions, Lu. Definitely things we need to talk about. But maybe we start slower. Talk to Ash and Mike about getting in contact with the adoption agency they went through. See what all our options are and go from there?”

“Yeah that’s probably the smartest way to go about this. Just do what feels right each step of the way. Fuck… but we’re really gonna do this? We’re gonna try to have a baby? You and me?”

“Me and you,” Calum smiled. 

It was quiet for a moment as they settled in for bed, their decision slowly sinking in. Then, just as Calum closed his eyes, Luke whispered out in the dark. “Hey, love?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I be daddy, and you be papa?”

“Sounds perfect, babe.”

~~~

The process, as Ashton had warned them, was a lot. There were interviews, home inspections, background checks, and seemingly endless piles of paperwork. And that was just for Calum and Luke to get cleared. 

Several times they wondered if they should have gone the surrogacy route, but after a few meetings when they were shown some case files, it had been a no-brainer.

They sat side by side as they shifted through file after file, fingers knocking against each other as they pointed out whatever caught their eye. It was the file of a little girl, a baby really at thirteen months old, that had them both gasping at the same time. Brown eyes met blue and there was the briefest of nods. “Um, excuse me, what’s the story on this one? There’s not a lot here,” Luke asked the adoption agency clerk helping them.

“That’s McKenna. She came to us when she was a day old. Safe haven surrender. Sweet little girl. We can arrange a meeting if you’re interested.”

“That would be great, yeah.”

~~~

“So you guys are meeting her today, yeah?” Ashton asked.

“Yeah,” and even though both Calum and Luke were beaming, their voices shook. “Been waiting like what? A month for this?” Calum went on.

“I thought you guys were already four months into this?” Michael questioned.

“Yeah, we are. Shit has it been that long? But since we saw McKenna’s file and now it’s been a month. Longest month of my life…” Luke let out his breath in a small huff, raking his hands through his hair.

“Well, good news is that once you guys get approved to adopt, which you will, the actual adoption process won’t take as long,” Ashton pointed out. “That’s how it was with Wyatt. We got to know him for… what was it Mike? Like a little less than a year while all the processing shit happened. Because they’ll keep scheduling visits so everyone gets comfortable. Makes the transition easier. And then because we had that background established, the adoption process was like… 2 months I wanna say? And that was just waiting for the court date.”

“Something like that yeah. But hey, don’t sweat it if you and the kid don’t click. Like it’s okay. Take your time with it,” Michael jumped in.

“Yeah, definitely. No rush.”

“How did you guys know with Wyatt?” Calum asked.

“You’re just gonna know, mate. I promise. Instinct will take over and you’ll just know.”

Calum understood exactly what his friends meant when two hours later McKenna was set in his arms. Big brown eyes peered up at him full of confused wonder, deciding how she felt about the man holding her and the tall blonde smiling down at her. “Well, hey there, McKenna. I’m Cal, and this is Luke.”

McKenna watched Calum carefully as he spoke, before shifting her attention to Luke who was waving at her. She reached a small hand out towards Luke. Luke held out his index finger for her and her small fist wrapped around it. “Hey, sweetheart,” he cooed softly. “Oh, Cal, she’s beautiful isn’t she?”

“Yeah she’s a beaut, aren’t you, darling? Do you want Luke to hold you?”

Luke held out his arms warmly and McKenna wiggled a bit in Calum’s arms so he started to pass her over, but her free hand bunched itself in Calum’s shirt, not letting go, causing both men to laugh. “Alright, that’s okay. We’ll just hold hands,” Luke told her scrunching up his nose at her and tickling at her ribs, giggling when she giggled.

“This is the quickest I’ve ever seen her warm up to a family before,” one of the workers running the meeting mentioned. “Normally she’s way more shy than this.”

“Does that mean you like us, darling?” Calum asked. “Cuz I really hope it does.”

~~~

Eleven months. Eleven months of having to be content with limited visiting time with the little girl who stole more of their hearts every time they were with her. Eleven of the longest months they’d ever experienced before they got the phone call that everything had been approved and they could finally get in front of a judge to formalize the adoption.

“So, when can we schedule a court date?” Calum choked out over the phone.

“We can get the three of you in front of a judge in three weeks.”

“And that’s when we’ll be able to take her home?”

“Barring any complications, yes.”

“Complications? Um… Sorry, could you explain that?” Calum asked, holding up a finger at Luke who’s eyes went wide with worry.

“Usually it has to do with paperwork that wasn’t processed properly, or waiting the right amount of days, and in some rare cases biological parents popping out of the woodwork.”

“And, do you…” Calum faltered with his question.

“Foresee any complications with your case? No. Everything’s been processed, waiting periods have been waited, and safe haven surrender terminated the biological parents rights.”

Calum let out a small laugh of relief. “Okay. Awesome. That’s great. So three weeks?”

“I’ll forward you the information.”

“Great. Thank you so much.”

“Well?!” Luke demanded as Calum ended the call, chewing on his thumbnail.

“Three more weeks, Lu. Three more weeks and she’s all ours.”

“YES!” Luke whooped, wrapping Calum in a tight hug. “Our daughter’s coming home in three weeks! Three weeks, love! That’s nothing! We can do three weeks, no problem. Plenty of time to get her room set up.”

“Better get to work then.”

~~~

If asked, Calum and Luke couldn’t answer what happened in the courtroom, what with their shaking hands, and pounding heartbeats drowning out any other sound. The words that filtered in were muddled and slow. “Accepted” and “congratulations” before the gavel was pounding and they snapped out of their haze, tears free falling down their faces.

What they did remember in sharp focus was the drive home, with McKenna in the backseat. Luke kept turning in his seat and Calum kept peering through the rearview mirror, each one grinning every time she was still there when they looked, as if they expected each time to find the backseat empty like this had all been a figment of their imagination.

They remembered the way she started yawning and rubbing her eyes as Luke’s voice crooned a soft lullaby at bedtime. The hushed goodnights and I love yous, and the soft glow of the night light. And not sure of what else to do, they turned in for the night themselves.

The alarm clock on Calum’s nightstand said that it was a little after midnight when someone tugged at his hand.

Calum jerked awake, finding McKenna peeking up at him. “What’s the matter, darling?” he rasped.

“I scared.”

“You’re scared? Aw, c’mere, darling.” He peeled back the covers and helped her up into bed beside him. “Everything’s new, huh?”

She nodded, curling her body into him.

“That’s okay. Daddy and I will keep you safe, I promise.”

“Hmm?” Luke mumbled in his sleep. “Love, who are you ta- oh hey sweetheart,” Luke’s eyes blinked open to find Calum cradling McKenna. “Everything okay?”

“Just a little scared is all,” Calum explained.

“Mmm, well don’t worry, sweetheart. You wanna sleep in here with me and Papa?”

McKenna nodded before crawling over Calum to sandwich herself between her dads. “That’s our girl,” Luke smiled, kissing her forehead and drawing the blanket up snug. “All nice and cozy?”

“Mhm,” she nodded with a small yawn.

“G’night, darling. We’ll be right here if you need us,” Calum told her, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “We love you.”

“So stinking much,” Luke added.

As they settled back down themselves, Calum and Luke heard the softest, “Night, wuv you too,” from McKenna, causing both men to fall asleep with grins on their faces, their little girl protectively snuggled between them. Perfect.

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[vannahfanfics]

Distance

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Characters: Sora, Kairi

Additional Tags: Modern AU, College AU

Hey, hey, everyone! Here’s another story for @sokaiweek​, this time for the prompt “Distance”! I hope you enjoy what I’ve thought up for today! <3

Kairi tapped her pencil incessantly against her desk, and her blue eyes constantly flicked to the clock on the wall, where the minute hand inched towards five p.m.: the end of her final class for the day. Normally, Kairi tried to pay attention in class— especially because Naminé grew bored within the first ten minutes and began doodling, so Kairi always had to provide her notes— but she was in no mood for college algebra today. As soon as the clock struck five, she would hightail it out of this building like Cinderella fleeing the ball, except Kairi wasn’t running from her suitor. 

She was running towards him. 

Her boyfriend, Sora, attended a university many hours away from hers. Under normal circumstances, they were good students and were diligent with their studies. Though this afforded them good grades, this also meant that their time to spend together was minimal. They’d scheduled a Skype call today, and it would be the first time they’d spoken in nearly two weeks— which was why Kairi had practically snapped her pencil banging it against the desk with impatience. 

Finally, the clock struck five, and before the professor could even finish his announcements about some quiz next week, Kairi was tearing out the door. Her bag slapped against her thigh as she full-on sprinted towards her dorm, earning a few confused looks from the people walking at a more leisurely pace. In record time, she was throwing open her door (surprising her roommate, Selphie), wrenching her laptop out of her bag, and belly-flopping onto her bed. 

As Kairi frantically typed in her password, Selphie turned in her computer chair to laugh at her. 

“Calling Sora tonight?” 

“Yes,” Kairi said, now waiting with bated breath for the call notification. She was hunched over the screen like a hungry fox, her hands laced over her lips and muffling her words. She looked over when Selphie rose from her chair and began gathering her things. “Oh, you don’t have to leave! I can go somewhere!” 

“No, it’s okay. I have a study group in an hour, so I’ll just head off to the library early and start preparing. You kids have fun,” she teased with a wink, and then she was strutting out of the door. Kairi smiled at her friend’s consideration, but she then jumped violently when her laptop suddenly began to ring with the notification. She screamed as her laptop slipped off her comforter, and in her scramble to grab it before it hit the floor, she accidentally answered it. Therefore, Sora got a very flattering view up her nose while she hauled it up. He was laughing while she was setting it on her lap and trying not to look panicked, but her flushed face and disarrayed hair wasn’t helping. 

“Drop your laptop?” he guessed, and she could only smile sheepishly. “You’re so cute,” he said while laughing again, and Kairi felt her heart flutter. She settled herself back against her pillows, and when she looked to the screen again, she realized that Sora was moving. 

“Ah, are you calling from your phone?” 

“Yep, I’m on a walk. It’s a nice evening,” he said, turning the phone around to show her the beautiful sunset, dying the sky a russet red-gold. It shone above the tall skyline, where skyscrapers were dotted with white squares of light. When he turned it back to his face, he smiled brightly and ran his fingers through his spikes of brown hair. “How was class today?” 

“I don’t know. To be honest, I was too busy being excited,” she admitted with a cute, bashful smile. Sora’s face broke into a huge grin, and his cheeks turned pink with delight. 

“You wanna know a secret? Me too,” he said, and Kairi giggled girlishly. “Riku was doggin’ on me all day, callin’ me a sap,” he pouted, and Kairi crooned sympathetically. “I can’t help it! It ain’t like I get to see ya as much as I want to.” 

“I know.” Long-distance relationships sure had their challenges. She loved that Sora was attending a good university and pursuing a good career, but that didn’t make her feel any less lonely sometimes. She’d lie awake at night craving his touch and warmth. She’d daydream in class about their old dates, the way his hand fit so perfectly in hers and the sweetness of his kisses. They’d been at this for nearly a year already; Kairi didn’t know if she could survive the rest of university like this. 

Her sadness must have shown on her face, because when she looked back to her laptop screen, Sora was smiling understandingly. 

“I know it’s hard, Kairi. I appreciate you sticking it out for me,” he said, and she wanted to cry at the sheer amount of gratitude he was expressing. “I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.” 

“And I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend,” she countered shyly, grabbing her ankles and leaning back into the pillows while she balanced the laptop on her crossed legs. Sora chuckled at this, quickly texting someone on his phone before turning his attention back to her. 

“Eh, I am pretty great,” he joked, and Kairi batted the laptop screen, though she would’ve much rather slapped him on the shoulder. Sora tipped back his head in laughter, his rosy face illuminated briefly by the passing light from a streetlamp. Yeah, you are pretty great, Kairi thought affectionately, roped in by the pure infectiousness of Sora’s laugh. Her endearment rapidly turned into a cold pang of sadness, and she pushed back into her pillows, trying to draw comfort from their soft embrace. It only worked a little. 

“I really miss you,” she moped, and Sora gave her a sympathetic look. 

“I know. I miss you too, Kairi, every minute of every day.” Ugh, how could she be sad when he dropped romantic one-liners like that? One second she was sulking, the next her heart was pounding because her boyfriend was so goddamn smooth. It was an exhausting back-and-forth, but she wouldn’t give it up for the world. He smiled into the camera at her, and she couldn’t help but give him a teensy smile in return. “Don’t worry. We’ll be able to see each other in person soon. Just hang on a little longer, okay?” 

“Okay…” she relented, but jutted her lips out in a pout in the hopes it would speed up the process. Sora just gave her a little smirk. Ugh, he looked so handsome when he did that. She squirmed as her heart fluttered against her chest like a bird trying its best to escape her ribcage. 

Sora was suddenly enveloped in light, as he was walking into a building. He lowered the phone to talk in a low voice to someone, and for a few seconds, all Kairi could see was the fabric of his cargo shorts. After finishing his brief conversation and walking a few paces down the hall, he lifted the phone back up to smile apologetically. 

“Sorry.” 

“Checking into the dorm?” 

“Yeah, but… Not my dorm,” he said, his expression morphing into an absolutely diabolical grin. Kairi just gaped at him, absolutely unable to compute. Not his dorm? Then who’s dorm was it? Riku, Ventus, and Vanitas all lived in the same dorm as him, so who else could he possibly be visiting? He was snickering at her while she struggled to process his cryptic statement; in her camera, she could see the absolutely stupefied expression she was making, mouth hanging open and eyes wide. She couldn’t help it! She was absolutely, completely bewildered!

“You still haven’t figured it out?” he laughed as he stopped in front of a door, and Kairi just shook her head wildly in exasperation. Sora laughed again; then, with a meaningful raise of his eyebrows, he knocked on the door behind him. 

Kairi literally screamed when she heard that tap-tap-tap echo through her dorm room. She didn’t even bother to shut her laptop, instead shoving it to the side and springing from her bed. Sora’s laughter bounced around the room as she raced across, but her bare feet caught on the area rug, causing her to slip. She just barely caught herself on the doorknob, and like a cartoon character, her feet scrabbled uselessly over the fabric until she bunched it up to hit the tile underneath. Once the rest of her body had caught up with her, she wrenched the door open to find Sora waiting, his arms spread wide and grin absolutely blinding. 

“Sora!” she squealed, and Sora leat out an oomph! when she jumped at him. She clamped her legs around his middle and her arms around his neck, smothering his face with kisses, while Sora grabbed her hips and spun on his heel to keep his balance. He could barely get a word out between her onslaught of smooches, especially because he was too busy laughing. He carried Kairi back into her room and kicked the door shut behind them so they stopped bothering her dorm neighbors, and finally, Kairi stopped kissing him to grab his face and give it a squish. 

“Is this real? Are you really here?” 

“Well, I sure hope so,” Sora chuckled with a look down at himself, then back up at her. “It’d be pretty hard to explain if I wasn’t.”

“How did you even get in here?” 

“Selphie let me in.” 

“That—!” she gasped, but Sora shushed her by sweeping her up in a kiss of his own. Kairi hummed into the meeting of their lips, the closing of the distance that had pained her for so long. He kissed her again and again and again until they were running out of air, but he kept kissing her until the absolute last moment, and they broke apart panting and red-faced. Kairi caressed his cheeks lovingly, eyes sweeping up and down his face like she wanted to commit it to memory. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she said, the realization suddenly hitting her and making her choke up. 

“Aw, Kairi,” Sora cooed as she latched onto him, burying her face into his neck while she cried. He rubbed her back soothingly, leaning his head against hers. “A good surprise?” 

“Mhmm,” she mumbled pathetically into his skin, smearing tears all over it while she nuzzled in as deep as she could go. She breathed in deep to get that lovely scent of his, salt and ocean water and coconut. As it flooded her nose, calm flooded her too, and the tears dried as soon as they had come. She relaxed in his embrace, tired from all the sudden emotion. Sora pressed a few kisses into her hair while he carried her to her bed, and then he just unceremoniously threw her on it. Kairi squealed as she bounced on the mattress, but it was swallowed up by Sora crawling on top of her to kiss her again oh-so-sweetly. 

“I love you,” he smiled once he’d had his fill of her kiss-swollen lips, leaning his forehead against hers. “So much it hurts sometimes.” There he went again with those damn one-liners. How was a girl supposed to deal with her heart nearly bursting out of her chest?

“I love you too,” she said. Though it felt like a lame reply in comparison, it was how she felt. Sora liked it well enough; he snuggled down into her, covering her in every inch of his warmth, and Sora responded in kind by wrapping him up like a koala hugging its tree. His hands massaged the flesh of her waist and hips in mindless, tender touches. 

“Riku’s right,” he smirked suddenly. “I am kind of a sap.” 

“Hehe, but you’re my sap,” she hummed, and Sora buried his face into her hair so deeply that she could feel his smile against his scalp. 

“I can live with that.” 

Kairi knew that he’d have to leave again soon, but she didn’t want to think about that. All she wanted to think about right now was him, his touch, his warmth, his love— the closure of the distance between them, if only for a moment.

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[hoodharlow]

El Cumpleñero

AN: Fatass shout out to @aliencal​ and @hoodschick​ for letting me bounce ideas around, esp the last scene. And to my girl @d-oaks​ for editing as usual.

Request: 1 & 73 with Cal please? xxxxx “Stay here tonight.” “I missed you.”

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut, mentions of toxic relationships towards the end

Word Count: 3.5k words

January 2019

“Here, you can borrow something. Again, I’m so sorry.” Calum stammered as he guided Claudia in his room. He’s mentally punching himself; the one chance he had to impress her, he blew it by splashing beer all over her dress.

“Don’t worry about it, Calum. It was a moment of celebration. It’s not everyday we beat Luke and Sierra at beer pong. Plus, I finally get to raid your closet.” She reassured him.  

Claudia grabbed his white dress shirt with the thin black lines and went into the bathroom. She rummaged in her bag until she found some safety pins to pin them inside his shirt, so it looks better fitted on her. The shirt stopped a bit after the curve of her ass. Her long black boots gave her extra oomph, and she decided to slip on her leather jacket to give more attention to her ass. 

Calum was left speechless when she walked out of the bathroom. Sure, he had imagined her in one of his shirts, but he was not prepared for the actual thing. He caught a peek of the black lace covering her breast. Also enjoying how the bottom hugged her ass perfectly. Wordlessly, they walked out of his room. 

Drake’s verse in SICKO MODE echoed through the house, reminding her that Michael was in charge of music.  He  had volunteered to be the party’s designated DJ in the group chat where they had planned Calum’s party.  Luke said he was just going to connect his phone to Spotify and see what played. 

Duke ran up to her, standing on his hind legs to get her attention. 

"Duquito! I missed you, babas." Claudia exclaimed. She picked him up and kissed all over his face. She started to baby talk to him. Duke rested his head on her shoulder, and Calum never felt more jealous of his dog.

“You saw him less than five minutes ago.” 

“I know, those are five minutes too long without my Duquito.”

Calum shook his head at her comment. He reached for her hand and guided them to where the rest of the boys were. 

Luke and Sierra gave each other a knowing look when they saw the pair approach them hand in hand. They both claimed that Calum and Claudia are dating, but Ashton knew that they weren’t. Calum confided in him that she broke up with her boyfriend of three years in September, and he didn’t think it was okay for him to make moves on her. 

Calum sat down on one of the seats with Claudia taking a seat on his lap. He casually rested his arm around her waist and played with the hem of his shirt as they talked to the group. It was a simple gesture, but Claudia couldn’t help thinking about how his fingers would feel in her or while he gripped her hips as he fucked into her. 

“I'm gonna get another drink,” Claudia told him as she slid off his lap.

Calum watched her beeline to the makeshift bar with Duke on her trail. He looked back at the group, and everyone stared at him. 

“What?” He said, taking a sip of his beer.

“You need to make a move. She fucking likes you. You have to be blind to not see it, Cal.” Sierra said. 

Before Calum was able to respond, Ashton beat him to it. “You've got to be kidding me. She actually showed up.”

All their heads turned to look at the one person Calum didn't want there.

***

“Hey you might want to slow down. You've taken like eight shots of Patrón.” Claudia suggested as Calum poured himself another shot and one for her, sliding it to her. He downed his without a second thought.

“Well, what would you do when you see your ex at your birthday party?” Calum asked, downing another shot.

“Well, I hid in my room, watched all the Barbie movies on Netflix and kept sending my niece to bring me food until it was time to cut the cake.” Claudia replied. She was still angry that Paco was invited to the party. It was supposed to be just a family thing, so she made up the excuse that she had a bunch of homework to avoid going downstairs. Instead, she wrapped herself up in her blanket and ate gelatina.

“You also Facetimed me, remember?” They FaceTimed for a good three hours after his show. 

“Oh, yeah.”

“Okay, fine.  I’m taking your advice and going to watch Barbie in my room. Let’s go.” He stood up, knocking down his chair. Duke, who had been napping on Claudia’s lap, jolted awake. She caught him before he fell to the ground.

“I didn’t say that! I was only telling you what I did.” Claudia giggled. Her phone buzzed, showing a picture of her dad. She cursed, sliding her phone open. “Hi, papi.”

“Is that your dad?” Calum asked, shoving his face on her phone. “Hi, Mr. Santos.” 

Calum took Claudia’s phone and started talking to her dad. She passed Duke to Calum's lap and went to the kitchen to the fridge and got out the cake. 

"You don't seem like the type Cal goes for." Calum's ex said from behind her, startling Claudia and nearly making her drop the cake.

"Excuse me?" Claudia asked, confused. She turned back, looking to see who she was talking to. No one else was within ear shot, so she was obviously talking to her.

"Nothing, just expected more I guess. I mean," she gestured to herself. She was light skin and beautiful, the opposite of Claudia. 

Claudia knew deep down Calum wouldn't go for someone like her. A brown and ordinary college student. "Um, I'm not sure what you're trying to say. If you'll excuse me."

Calum watched Claudia grab the cake and candles and headed to the yard. Luke met her halfway and took the cake off her hands. Calum turned back to his ex, who was rummaging through his fridge as if she was welcomed in his home.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Calum asked her.

“I was invited, duh” She said, rolling her eyes. 

Calum looked over his yard where Sierra and Claudia were clearing a table for the cake while they laughed at something Luke said. 

“She’s cute. Though you could've done better. She's a bit… simple."

"I think you should leave." Calum said.

His ex sauntered over to him, smirking. He recognized that smirk, it was the one she always plastered on her face when she preyed on someone or something. Calum took a step back and she followed by taking one towards him. She laid her hand on his chest, grabbing a fist full of his shirt.

"Oh shit, sorry. I, uh, Ashton asked me to get you. I'll tell him you're...busy." Claudia stammered from the entrance way. Calum noticed her cheeks slightly flushed, as she stepped back to the yard.

"You're right, I should go." His ex let go of his shirt and smoothed it out. "You should go cut your cake."

"Fuck off." Calum slid away from her. Her cackle echoed through his ears when he went to meet his friends. 

Claudia felt like she was in a telenovela, and she was the dumb protagonist that caught the person she loved with the person they needed to be with. She even did the dramatic running away scene. All she needed was Calum to go after her.

"Claudia,"Calum called her.

Chingada madre, she thought. She turned around and looked at him. 

"Look what you saw back there wasn't what—"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me. Again, I'm sorry for interrupting." She made her way to Sierra, throwing an arm around her whispering something in her ear earning a laugh. Claudia watched as some of the party goers joined them and sang to Calum. 

Calum solemnly walked over to friends. The rest of the band joined him and took pictures with him. They did some Charlie's Angels poses.

"Your turn Claudia." Ashton nudged her.

"Oh, no I'm fine. I'm not a picture person." She began.

"We took like a million selfies in the bathroom when I got here. What do you mean you hate pictures?" Sierra asked. 

"Here's Duke so it can be like a family picture." Ashton said. 

Calum caught the teasing tone. He quickly glared at him when he grabbed Duke. 

Claudia made her way over and near him. Duke squirmed in Calum's arms wanting to go with Claudia. She grabbed him and on instinct he laid his head on his chest. She felt Calum's arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him. The picture was taken and Claudia quickly pulled away from Calum's grip. She went over to the bar and drank, downing  shot after shot after shot. She closed her eyes, letting the alcohol do its thing. 

A plate of cake landed in front of her. She looked up and met Ashton's hazel eyes. She poured herself another shot in disappointment that it wasn't Calum.

"You shouldn't let her rile you up. She does that all the time to piss Cal off." Ashton explained, stealing her shot.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said, poking at the slice. She spent all morning baking the cake. It was red velvet with vanilla cream cheese buttercream. She got the "H" in Happy Birthday that she promptly smeared.

"Please, one moment both of you are oozing sexual tension and the next you can't even look at each other. His ex was something else quite honestly. In the time that they were together I never saw them act the way you both do. He's happy around you." Ashton patted her hand and went over to the boys. 

***

An hour so passed, and the party died down. It was just their little group now. Even Roy had left with a girl he had met. After helping pick up most of the Solo cups and bottles, Claudia wandered back to Calum's room to get her bag. She dumped her bag on his bed looking for her phone. Then she remembered Calum had it when he hijacked her call. 

The door opened making her jump. It was Duke and Calum. Duke trotted over to her wanting cuddles from her.

"Hey," they said simultaneously.

"Do you have my phone?" Claudia asked him. 

"Yeah, here." He dug in his pocket and pulled it out. 

"Thanks, I need to get a ride home." She said, checking the prices between Uber and Lyft. 

"Stay here tonight. It's late. I don't want you in a car with some stranger. I've read one too many articles about rideshare apps being the new way human traffickers kidnap young women." Calum said.

"Fine." She said, closing the app. He had a point, not to mention she had one too many drinks. 

"Okay, yeah. I'll drop you off in the morning."

"It's morning right now." She showed him her screen. It said 1:28 am.

"The reasonable morning, smart ass." He said, earning a giggle from her.

They made their way down when they bumped into Michael.

"We should get going. I'll come by and get the speakers tomorrow." Michael told them. 

"Just text me." Calum said. He lifted the arm he had around Claudia and fist bumped him. 

"We should get going too. Ash, you need a ride?" Luke asked him. 

Ashton glanced at the Calum and Claudia. "Yeah."

They made plans to meet up for a late lunch before bidding each other goodbye. Calum watched Claudia make her way to the kitchen and pull out a pizza box from the oven. She grabbed a paper towel and placed a few slices on it, sitting on the counter to munch on it.

“What?” She giggled when Calum approached her. Without thinking he grabbed her wrist and bit the slice she was eating. Claudia let out a dramatic gasp. “There’s plenty more in the box, why did you eat mine?” 

“Because I’m the birthday boy, and I can eat what I want,” he said. 

Claudia opened her legs, letting Calum take a step closer to her. 

“Well, actually it’s almost two in the morning. Your birthday ended a few hours ago.” She said matter of factly and took a generous bite of her pizza all the while turning  back to point at the time on the microwave. 

“Pretty girl, no one likes a smart ass.” Calum said, leaning closer to her. He caged her in with his body, not that she minded. 

Claudia took in his scent, bright and woody cologne mixed with  tequila. It was a comforting scent, as if she was at home. She looked up at Calum, and he glanced down to her lips. 

He met her eyes and pushed back some of her curls before cupping her face with one hand and using the other to balance himself on the counter. His hand landed on the napkin piled with pizza and slid. 

Claudia let out a snort. “Smooth, Cal.”

“I get a do-over. It’s my birthday.” Calum said candidly. 

“It’s not your—”

He cupped her face with both hands, which was what he needed to do in the first place, and kissed her. The kiss was slow, a test of  water, but urgency took over soon. Claudia’s hand twisted against his shirt. Their tongues battled for dominance, and Calum won. They kissed for what seemed ages until they needed to breathe.

They both pulled away, winded. 

“No one likes a smart ass, pretty girl.” Calum panted. 

Claudia rolled her eyes. Then she threw her arms around Calum, pulling him back to her and kissed him. Calum pushed himself against her legs to give him better access. His hands grabbed her ass and grinded her against his crotch. Claudia threw her neck back, revelling in how good Calum felt against her. She mentally gave herself a pat on the back for wearing full lace panties. 

Calum nipped and sucked down her neck to find her sweet spot. He barely caught her strangled moan when he nipped the spot between her jaw and neck. He repeated his actions, earning a louder moan from her. He smiled against her neck, wondering how she would sound when he makes her cum time after time.

“Bedroom,” Claudia moaned. 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah."

The walk to Calum's room took seconds, but it was going to take longer to go inside of it. Claudia was pinned up against the wall next to his room. While they kissed, she impatiently unbuttoned the shirt revealing her black lace number. 

Calum was rendered speechless. He let go of her and kissed all the small tattoos sprinkled all over her tummy. He kneeled down when he got to the ones near her hips and stomach. He lowered the waistband of her panties and kissed the small 'wildflower' tattoo on her hip bone. 

"These look nice on you, pretty girl." Calum said, toying with the waistband of her panties. "But I think they'll look better on the floor."

"Guess, we won't know unless we see it." Claudia teased. 

With that Calum gripped the sides and tore her panties off . 

"No mames! Those were my SavageFenty chonis!" Claudia exclaimed. She had joined the Xtra VIP exclusively for those panties. 

"I'll get you a new pair." Calum shrugged as he gently pushed Claudia against the wall and tugged off her boots. He lifted one of her legs, placing it on his shoulder. Meeting Claudia's gaze, he licked his lips and kissed around her thighs. He adjusted her legs for better access to her. 

With one lick Claudia was ruined. She nearly toppled to the ground. Luckily the grip she had on Calum's curls helped her stay up. Her grip only tightened as Calum squeezed her ass as he continued to have her. He bent his arm to rub her clit. At first it felt strange to have fingers that weren't hers rubbing her clit, but she loved how Calum's felt. 

"Fuck! Calum!" She moaned. 

"Love your taste, pretty girl." He stated. 

Claudia felt a familiar tug in her stomach. Before she could process what was happening, she yelled out Calum's name pleasure. He continued to rub her clit until her high wore down. He gently dropped her leg and held on to her hips keeping her balance. 

Claudia had closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing. The last time she panted like this was when she had to run across Cal State Long Beach because she mixed up her Tuesday/Thursday classes with her Monday/Wednesday a few days ago.

***

"I'm sorry. I swear I wanted this. I just— I get it if you hate me and never wanna see me again. I'm gonna go." Claudia said. She wrapped the bed sheet around her chest and looked for her clothes.

Everything was going great. He had gone down on her again, and she gladly returned the favor. They made out some more. Then Calum reached for a condom. That was when shit hit the fan. Claudia pushed him away and called him by her ex's name.

"Claudia," Calum called her as she walked away. He quickly put on his boxers and went after her. He found her outside hugging her knees, crying. "Hey, what happened back there?"

Claudia wasn't with him. She was in the backseat of Paco's Honda Civic. She had driven down for Labor Day weekend because her Friday class was canceled, so she decided to go visit her family. She texted Paco if he wanted to go to Las Cuatro Milpas after work. After eating they went to Por Vida for an horchata latte. Claudia found a chafita version of Por Vida in Long Beach, but their horchata lattes were abysmal. 

They drove back to his place. His parents were in Mexico and his little sister was at her friend's house. They had house to themselves. Much for Claudia's dismay. 

The hangout started normal. They were in the living room watching some Fast and Furious marathon when Paco started to get handsy. Like Danny when he took Sandy to the drive-in theater. Claudia began to feel uncomfortable. 

"Paco, stop." She shrugged him off for the nth time within the hour she was there.

"Baby, you know you like it." He began to bite her neck and grope her breasts. 

"Paco, I said stop." She said pushing him off her.

He glared at her as he let her go. "I'm getting sick and tired of you acting like a fucking prude, Claudia. We've been together for three years. I should get something out of it."

"I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. Can you please take me home?" 

"No." 

"You're unbelievable." 

"I'm just asking you for one thing."

"No, you're not. Sex is more than one thing. It's a lot deeper than that."

"You're full shit, Claudia, and I'm done."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you can suck my dick one day, but the next you won't let me touch you. We're done, get out of my house."

"Paco, you can't do that to us. Was all the shit you went through with Danny, not worth us." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she spoke.

"You're not worth anything. The next fool that has to deal with your prude ass is just going to leave. I was doing you a favor for when we broke up eventually. No one wants a fucking a virgin." 

Calum placed a hand on her knee, startling Claudia. She blinked up at him, tears still free falling. He reached over and wiped away her tears. She pushed him away and began picking her up her clothes. 

“Did I do something wrong? If I did, I’m sorry.” Calum said.

"You're good, it's all me." She dismissed him. She turned back and saw the look on his face. His brows were furrowed and he was in deep thought. He was beating himself up. Claudia dropped her shoulders in defeat. "I’ve never had sex. Which was the real reason why my ex broke up with me, not the distance or whatever excuse he used to make me look bad. He said that no one wanted a virgin and that I'm not—"

Calum wrapped her up his arms. She tensed, but then relaxed. Claudia held on to him as she cried. She never told anyone the real story. She felt a bit embarrassed, but overall relieved that huge weight on her shoulders was gone.

"He's a selfish idiot." Calum said. He pushed back some of her hair and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry if I pressured you into something you aren't ready for."

"You didn't do anything wrong, except rip my SavageFenty panties." She began. "I felt safe with you. You made it seem like you care about me."

"I do, you know, care about you. I've had feelings for you for a while, to be honest." 

"I know, and I also like you too. You're the best." 

Claudia pulled his head down and kissed him. It was a reassuring kiss. It let them know what they mean for each other. They'll take things slow, and see where things go from here. 

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[jidai]

jidai’s budget mutuals/friends appreciation

Hi, all! I’m quite late with this but I decided to put a small friends and mutual appreciations post in hopes of brightening up the end of this year a little bit. ❤️ If you were tagged, please make sure to check below for a small little message from me. However, I want to make it very clear that I truly appreciate all of my mutuals. You guys brighten up my dash and always reblog or create so many funny and creative posts. I just wanted to give a few special shout outs to those that have taken out the time to reach out and interacted with me past my ask box or we just see each other often.

The messages are ordered by your URL, so you might have to scroll for awhile before you see your messages. I’m so sorry lmao. 

Happy New Years, everyone!

@25th​​, Nonnie, the Young Genius. bro, remind me how old you are 🧍‍♀️ Like my brain CANNOT fathom the thought that you’re so skilled at SO many things and you’re not even in your twenties??? PLEASE SPARE THE TALENT. i will even accept crumbs. But I’m writing to tell you that you are such a wonderful presence on my dash. I always look forward to your gfx. They’re so SO good and you’re improving from one post to another. Like WOW. Now, you’re even starting an art blog, too? You’re so dedicated to the arts. I respect that a lot. Your hard work and commitment will bring you very far in life, whatever you decide to do. 

I love interacting with you. You’re such a big sweetheart and full of positivity and energy. I look forward to seeing more of your art and gfx ❤️

@biscuitwalk​, Dann, the AK Wiz. Dann, I know you’re not as active on here so idk when or if you will ever read this but I want to say that I miss you and your creations so, so much. I will say it a hundred times over and OVER but you inspire me so goddamn much. You have no fucking idea. Your works are absolutely gorgeous and unique. I can look at it once and I can instantly recognize your style (and your cute lil’ pufferfish <3). The way you utilize colors and implement various techniques, shapes, textures into your work. Goddamn, you’re so good. I always look to your work if I ever need inspiration and they help me brainstorm. God, I wish I could put it into words how much I adore your works.

We didn’t really talk for long but you seemed like such a kind and fun person to be around. I wish you the best in your future endeavors, wherever you are. Stay safe <3

@elriccs, Mirai, the Short King. 🧍‍♀️ ok look I know, I know I’m TERRIBLE at replying to you and I’m so fucking sorry. I absolutely love to talk to you but my dumbass cannot seem to reply in a timely manner LASELKSAL. That’s on me and I gotta do better. Anyways!!! Thank you SO fucking much for always leaving such kind messages on my work. I swear to god you’re one of my biggest hype man and I ALWAYS look forward to reading your tags. They’re so funny and it makes me all tingly and happy inside. Bro, like, you just radiate big fun vibes, bro. I really hope that I can get to know you better so I can just insult you until it’s too late to walk away </3

And of course, let me also remind you that I love your works so much. They way that you utilize your textures and those muted colors... OOMPH *chefs kiss* I will always love--

@lockhvrts​​, Em the Soulsborne GOD. hi em 🥺 it’s been awhile since I’ve had a proper conversation with you and I hope you’re doing okay! I miss you and our conversations where we do nothing but geek out and complain about the game industry lmao. if you manage to read this, I just wanted to let you know I miss your presence here. It’s been kinda dull not seeing your beautiful soulsborne gifs and your game rants. Let’s catch up soon. <3 stay safe and well!

@nathanprescutt, Benn, the Man. BENNNNNNNN.  I love you a lot bro. I know we haven’t had long conversations for some time and I hope I can change that! You were my first friend on this blog and I will always appreciate it. I remember us just geeking out over your works and how I would always send you a gfx request like once a week LMAO. The one thing that I have always appreciated about you was the fact that you’re very opinionated (if not, very vocal on your stance on things) and you hold your ground. There were a few time where you encouraged me to speak on topics that I think I shouldn’t and that stuck with me for quite awhile. I’m still a nervous rambling mess when it comes to debates but just know that the one time you supported me to voice my opinion--I hold it very dear to my heart. 

While I don’t spend much time together, I will always remember our animal crossing session. It was  so much fun just trashing and chilling on your island. Especially the bar :( that bar was fucking AMAZING. Maybe once FFXVI comes out, we can geek out hehe

Also, thank you so much for sending in photos of all your doggos, omg. I miss seeing them so much I hope they’re doing well. Stay hot, my German bro lol. Ich bin sehr dankbar, so eine tolle Freundin zu haben. ❤️❤️❤️

@noxdivina​, Lin the Big Dick Daddy Kind. The church is open for business bitch and I’m here to preach the GOSPEL.

Okay, jokes aside, I’m really happy that we became mutuals. You’ve always give off this like, mysterious cosmic vibe (????? huh). And your selfies just further proves that you are wtf. But you’re always so kind to those that you interact with. You’re an absolutely sweetheart and like I just want to give you a giant hug every time we interact. You’re such a soft human being. It’s so nice being around you. It’s like being tossed in the oven and baked at 250 degrees F for 25 minutes. And to boot you’re really talented, hello? God really said let there be a perfect human being and yeeted you into the universe. Thank you for always leaving such kind messages and words in my DM/askbox/works. I cherish them so much. I hope I can get to know you better in the future bc you’re rad, bro <3

anyways, updated drawing of u and maya:

i always assume you’re in a black fur parka 24/7 and maya is coatless neck down. also deck me with those jacked arms of yours thanks  🧍‍♀️

(edit: fuck i forgot to draw a PARTY HAT ON MAYA IM SORRY)

@rokuseis​, Sei, the Dumber.

i have nothing to say to you go away you banana hater ASELKSAEKL

BITCH, you doo bee getting on my nerve 24/7/365 🧍‍♀️ you were an unexpected but a very welcomed addition to my life. I can’t believe we really went 1 fuckin’ year without speaking to each other and then suddenly our friendship blew up because over a stupid BANANA. Now you gotta deal with me and my stupid, random, crude ass messages daily. I cannot. Clown to clown communication. But thank you so much bitch for being there for me and telling all of these funny ass stories and life experiences.

I know I don’t say it a lot because when we talk it’s literally just dogs barking at each other but I want to make it clear now: I love your humor and vibe so much. You never fail to make me laugh anytime I talk to you and I appreciate it so much. I can’t tell you how many times I felt better after talking to you. Even though sometimes your fucking jab hits hard and I end up actually inSULTED BY IT. But thank you for becoming my friend and I look forward to all of our stupid moments together. Looking forward to shitting in your sink when I finally fly to your home <3

@wolfamongthem, Anna, the Grinch. Please don’t hurt me for that title. I'm just saying if someone needs a live casting, it’ll be u. Anyways, did you know that I was so fucking intimidated by you for a long ass time, even before we became mutuals aseljas LMAO. I always see your gifs around on explore and they’re so gorgeous and then I look at your text posts and it’s u roasting people like there’s no tomorrow- 🧍‍♀️ bitch I was SCARED OF U KSKS. Now that I’ve talked to you a few times, you’re really funny like where do you find those reaction memes????? Like bro you and your shitposts is my morning cup of coffee. 

Anyways, in 2021 I expect a full-fledge review of all AAA games from you-- no more shit talking in the tags let it all out BITCH. Thank you for being such a great mutual! I look forward to see what weird shit you will send me the next time we talk lmao

@zenien​​, Selm, the I’m-gay-for-Lady-Maria-or-anything-that-moves-in-BB-Bitch™. ok bitch if I��m being honest I wrote yours last so my brain is FRIED. so everything i say from here is raw from the HEARt cause that’s all I got left. But anyhow, we savin’ the best for last! honestly, i didn’t expect you to barge into my life like that. i really didn’t. i was just gonna keep admiring with my 7 feet (2.1336 meters) pole. I’m glad you made the first move because look where we are wtf 🧍‍♀️ friends??? I wouldn’t believe you if you told me that in 2014 when I first followed you lmao. 

You’re such a kind soul. I know you may disagree but I’m determined to convince you. I can’t tell you how much I want to thank you for taking the time to talk to me during my rough bits. It’s like sitting on a wooden bench in a park during sunset and you sit next to me, just enjoying the vast sky. You radiate such peaceful energy. It’s very calming. Or you know, 2 seconds later i’m suddenly suplexed by your 40 tons of insults like what-- 

Thank you for everything, so far. Truly. It’s been so fun listening to you talk about your Bloodborne journey and see your reactions live. It’s been so fun to see you post your graphics and it continues to blow me away. It’s been so fun hearing about your life and the stories of your adulthood. Every words that we have exchanged, I hold dearly to my heart--more than you ever know. Love u bitch.

#for mutuals #mutuals don't ask about your titles i was being quirky LMAO #this took so long so i hope it works properly sksks #it hasn't been proofread so enjoy the mess