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Choose Your Glucose Guardian! (Sawamura Daichi Ver.)

💕Hello! This is the first part to a fic in my captains series. I hope you like it. I really love this story and treasure it a lot, I hope that you enjoy it as much as I do!

Minor Spoiler for the episode, The Flight of the Spineless.

You can find the other parts of this series here: Ushijima Wakatoshi

Tagginng @ceo-of-daichi because its Daichi 🥺💕

Without further ado, here it is!!

If y/n could turn back time, she would go back to her first year of high school. She would’ve lived without regrets and did all the things she wanted to do. She would’ve joined the dance team earlier, she would’ve entered more competitions. She would’ve hung out with her friends more, supported them in every game they had. And most of all she would’ve followed her heart. She would’ve said yes to a boy from her high school, the muse of all her dance performances to this day.

Oh how she wished she had let go of her fears, how she wished that she just said those simple words; “yes, I like you too.” Who knows, maybe she would be happier then than now… But, those days were in the past, but her days were nothing but downhill from high school, sadly. Sure, y/n was a good dancer, but then, the theme of longing in her dances never really made her reach her full potential. She was always stuck with the same feel, the same aura, no change, no variety. This made her somewhat, a boring dancer… something many dancers feared. As a student at a dance academy, she was once the top of her class… and now she isn’t the best. Her dances looked the same, her instructor would even suggest that she would go out and spend more time with the people around her, than to stay cooped up in the studio practicing to get better.

Sure, she could do that, do better technical moves, have a better flow, be a lot more flexible. But that was never the problem. The problem has always been her lack of adventure and her lack of personal vibrancy. So here she sat, in front of the dance studio, waiting for her friend to walk her home as it was late at night. Sure it would’ve been a short walk or so, but she lived outside of the campus… and her best friend Hinata wouldn’t allow her to go out alone on a night like this.

You see, y/n didn’t have enough money to get a dorm room on campus. She was raised by a single mother and she was ill. Y/n also worked part time at a local bakeshop on weekends and when she had off days or afternoons without classes to pay for her mother’s hospital bills. Not only did she have this on her plate, she also had an 8 year old sister to take care of… So at the age of 22, y/n is the only source of income for her family.

At first she did really well, she won competitions and was even the talk of the town, but eventually she really did lose everything. She had to stay positive however, for her mother and her sister.

“y/n!” A male voice calls out to her, snapping her out of her thoughts, Hinata Shoyo was there, panting heavily as he stood in front of her.

She smiled “Hinata!”

He smiled widely putting his arm around her while taking her bag, “Now, let’s get you home! Your sister is waiting.”

It was always like this, they would start on the path to her house, hand in hand as he held her things. They were both scholarship students at this school, but Hinata had so much potential, so he got a dorm room with a friend of theirs from high school, Miya Atsumu, a boy who was a year older than the two.

Hinata was as bright as the sun, a promising and current volleyball player for a team in Japan. He was reliable, sweet, energetic and an all around sweetheart you would want to be with. He was the highlight of everyone’s days, everyone in their friend group loved him ever since they were in high school.

First year, Karasuno High School, Class 1-5. This was a big step into the world of high school for you. First year, it left a sense of adventure and curiosity light up within you. This would be the best years of your life, you had hoped. You weren’t one to shy away from the sun, but you weren’t too reckless either. You were smart and kind, but that wasn’t the only thing that was great about you. You were born to dance, a star, a spark of joy on the stage. You couldn’t live without the music. You had always been able to dance to any type of song, any genre and you could do it. But, since it was your first year, you decided to play it safe and focus on your grades for the first semester.

So there you sat, with your headphones on as you listened to another song to choreograph for. Your feet tapping to the rhythm as your hands moved in small motions that symbolized dance moves. It was too early for most students to be there, but you wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible as it was your first day at high school.

You eventually stood up, immersed in the music dancing to it and closing your eyes as the music flowed throughout your soul. The song was beautiful and light, a bright but sweet song that felt like the taste of first love. You danced and danced feeling the happiness flowing through the song, and eventually, it came to a stop.

You opened your eyes to see a classmate of yours, so she seems, standing a few meters away from you, clapping. She had a beautiful smile and blonde hair, she smiled at you and clapped once more.

You turned away to hide your blush and used your headphones as an excuse since you put them on your desk.

The blonde girl, who is a little bit shorter than you, walked up to you and smiled, “You dance beautifully.”

You smiled back, still a little bit flustered, “Thank you… I’m l/n y/n by the way.”

“Yachi Hitoka, I’m from this class too.”

Eventually you learned that you two had a lot of things in common, and that you were seatmates. As the day went by, you and Yachi had become fast friends, despite her being shy when other people started coming in.

Everyday would consist of you and Yachi hanging out happily together… all until she came rushing back to the classroom with two application forms in her hand. Both of you still didn’t have any clubs or orgs you joined so you were confused and excited that she had forms in her hands.

“What is it Yacchan?” you asked her as you studied her worried features.

“y/n-chan they want us to be managers for the boys’ volleyball team!!!” She sighs sadly.

“What was I thinking? But then the senpai giving me instructions was so pretty that I got distracted…. If you were awake we could’ve talked to her together and maybe…”

You laughed slightly as Yachi kept going on about how she doesn’t know what to do or what she had gotten both of you into. You thought of it for a while, maybe this was the sign you needed to do things and stop studying 24/7… so it was one of the risks you actually took.

“Let’s do it, Yacchan!” You said, taking a form from her and filling it up.

She looks at you shocked, “Eh? I thought you were going to apply to the dance team?”

You thought about it once more, “Eh, I’ll do it next year, I have 2 years left after that you know!”

She sighed and filled up her own form, knowing that she will never be able to convince you not to join.

So on that fateful day, you became friends with the people who stand with you now.

Hinata noticed that you had stopped replying to him about how your day was only to see you in deep thought.

“y/n? y/n-chan~~” he knew that if he called you that, there was a higher possibility that you would snap out of it and show him that cute flustered face of yours. He lived for that reaction of yours… but he would never tell you that. Or at least, he hoped, not for now.

True enough what Hinata wished for had happened, "Yeah? Oh sorry…" your face was awfully red and you both knew it.

He shakes his head, "It's fine, what were you thinking of?"

You sighed as puffs of clouds formed due to the cold, "I was thinking of how I first met all of you…"

He smiled a little, hiding a bit of pain that came with those memories. Because he knew that no matter what memory you had of high school you were thinking of… you would always backtrack to him.

The person he wished would leave you and your thoughts. But he knew that he would always have a chance, as long as he was there with you and not with that man.

"I see, were you thinking of how good looking I was then, up until now?" He joked as you made a face.

"I swear, Atsumu is rubbing off on you."

"Oh but that makes me funnier!" He held your hand tighter.

Your face brightened once more in a rosy hue as you both found yourselves at your doorstep.

He smiled again and handed you your gym bag, "I'll see you on Sunday?"

"Yeah, you will. Don't worry Hinata, I'm not going anywhere."

He nodded as you said this and kissed your forehead. "Sleep well, y/n."

He watched you enter your house as you waved bye to him. He eventually walks down the street, back to the school dorms.

You enter the house to see that your little sister had eaten the food you left for her to reheat. She left a note saying that she did not have hw and that you should rest. Your heart felt happier at the gesture. This made your resolve to do what you were about to do stronger.

But for a split second, you had thought of Hinata. 'What would he say?'

You didn't really understand how you felt about him. Whether you actually loved him or not the latter part being more confusing since you knew you were not over that person.

But either way, none of that would matter anymore. Funds were not getting easier to come by and you didn't want your friends to keep worrying and giving you money they needed as well… so you did what you thought was best. You signed up on a sugar baby app.

You had been putting off checking the app in order to not sound desperate and to see who would actually wait. You honestly found this somewhat difficult to do at first, but your friend f/n had suggested it as a last resort. You didn’t really want to do this but she reassured you that the men on this specific app were not creeps and that they were pretty young and knew how to respect boundaries.

As you logged onto your phone you noticed one specific message that seemed to be interesting and mysterious. The man had the username onceavolleydad and he had no pictures of his actual face and name, but he had credentials and the app to prove his age and status. He was rich as he owned a chain of gyms around Japan. He also looked pretty attractive, or well, his body did. But that wasn’t what you were there for, it was his message that caught your eye.

“(l/n) (y/n), what a pretty name for a girl who has the beauty of a lilac. I would love to know more about you and if you would at least, become someone I could talk to? I’d love to meet you on Friday night, 8pm, at a small coffee shop? I will be sending the address in the next message.”

You were interested, one because he seemed nice, and two because he mentioned your favorite flower. It could all be by chance, but you were one of those people who were interested in signs every now and then. You took a deep breath and nodded your head, you were going to do this, he was the one you were going to reply to.

“ Hello, onceavolleydad. I would be delighted to meet with you then, maybe we could talk a little about the boundaries I have set and see where this goes?”

Within 3 minutes you get a reply; “Sure, I’ll see you later then.”

Wait… later??? You looked at your phone and noticed that it was indeed, Friday7:20 pm. With that you rushed to your room and got ready to go to the said address. You wore your best clothes, the ones that were cute and in season and penned a note to your sister saying that you had gone out with friends for a bit.

As you walked down the street, you carried your pepper spray in your coat pocket and your phone in your other hand. You walked down street after street until you passed by your university and some other places you would normally go to. Eventually you had found the cafe, and were about to cross when some high school students started hitting on you.

“Hey, pretty girl, mind giving me your number?” a student in their uniform smirked as they blocked your way.

“No thanks, I’m not interested.” you said pushing them away as you try to make your way away from them.

“C’mon beautiful lady,” one of them grabbed onto your arm as you let go of your pepper spray.

“Let me go!” you struggled as they got closer to you.

“Didn’t she say to let her go?” A deep voice said, you knew that voice.

The boys let go of you and there you stood, face to face with him.

The one and only, Sawamura Daichi.

The boy you loved and said no to in high school.

“D-daichi-senpai?” You looked like you had seen a ghost.

“Y/n, can I talk to you for a minute? Preferably in my car…?” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sure, but I’m meeting someone tonight.” You mumbled, slightly ashamed.

“I know.”

You looked up at him, “What do you mean, senpai?”

“Well for one, I’m onceavolleydad…”

You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. Sawamura Daichi, your senior, wanted you as his sugar baby. You were confused, not even mad or anything, but confused.

“Were you stalking me? Who told you I was on the app? You don’t even know (f/n)...oh god, what if Hinata knows?”

Your questions made you fall only for Daichi to catch you. As he was always calm, he asked you to follow him to his car. You reluctantly agreed and you both sat there, silent at first. Why, why was he doing this?

You thought he pitied you, but when you looked at his eyes, that wasn’t the emotion they held. His eyes had this unreadable emotion, or at least in that moment, it felt that way.

He was the first to speak, “Look, (y/n) I know this is weird, but no I wasn’t stalking you. I signed up for the app the same way you did, upon the recommendation of a friend. I happened to see you and thought, I thought I should give it a shot.”

You stared straight into his eyes, something he honestly loved about you. He knew better than to shy away from your stare. He knew that if he wanted you to know he was sincere, he would have to keep eye contact with you. He still loved you, he knew that you were just scared back then, and that you didn’t want to risk anything because of your family.

And here you were, risking everything for them once again, something he admired you for. He didn’t know how bad your circumstances were, nor was he sure that you would actually tell him. But he truly did want to reconnect with you, even if it were to be just as a friend. He wanted to befriend you once again, step by step, no matter how long it took.

As you looked into his eyes, you could see that he was telling the truth, there was no pity in his eyes, but his eyes did hold a warmth to them. They felt so calming, they felt sweet and full of love. He’s as genuine as he ever was. And this was one of the things that drew you to him, something that you loved about the once captain of your high school volleyball team. But you didn’t want to be attached once more. After all, wasn’t this a business thing? But if it was, wouldn’t he be looking at you with pity?

You stopped staring into his eyes and looked down at your lap, as your hands fiddled with your coat ties. Daichi stared, thinking about how you haven’t changed as much as you were in high school. He still saw you as the woman he liked, the beautiful dancer he saw that day…

Daichi was walking down the first years’ hallway in Karasuno, looking for the other second years classrooms on the same floor when he saw you. There you were, in an empty classroom, dancing with grace and poise. He wasn’t going to stare long, he was going to leave. But, he couldn’t stop, he kept staring at you, enthralled by your beauty as you felt the song. Eventually, a girl who was in the same class started watching you dance and he pretended to do something.

“Thank you...I’m (l/n) (y/n) by the way.”

He hears you say this as he walks away, hmm, (l/n) (y/n). Maybe I'll see her around.

Your dance shook him and consumed his nights, he wanted to get to know you and how you could have such an effect on him.

He eventually got the chance when Kiyoko had come in one day with you and your friend, Yachi and introduced you both as the new first year managers. He was over the moon and he almost lost his composure, something the other third years were quick to notice. As you studied what to do with Yachi, he couldn’t help but stare.

Sugawara nudged him, “Hey, Daichi… do you know the first years? You keep staring at (y/n)-chan~”

He abruptly stopped staring, as the older setter and ace laughed, “Shut it, both of you.”

“Daichi’s got a crush~” Sugawara teases as Asahi tries to calm down a stressed Daichi.

Eventually, you did become close friends. You were there when he got that injury from crashing into Tanaka. He could remember you crying over it as you were the one sent to watch over him.

“Don’t cry (y/n)-chan”

You started crying more as he reassured you that he was okay, “B-but you g-got hurt Daichi-senpai. You’re bleeding, it must hurt a lot.”

He tried to laugh but winced as soon as he did, “Don’t worry (y/n)-chan, I’ll be fine. You’re here aren't you? So that means I’ll get better because you care for me!”

You had finally stopped crying and you gave him a weak smile, “Okay Daichi-senpai, I’ll be here!”

Once you two had returned he felt content that you were feeling better, it even made him forget about the pain in his face and the tooth he lost.

“You wanted to talk about your boundaries?” He said as his voice snapped you out of your own thoughts.

You stared at him with wide eyes, “...Well that is, if you would still accept?”

You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t exactly think that you were going to reconnect in such a way. “Daichi-senpai I know you mean well but I-”

“But what? You don’t want to feel like you’re leeching off someone you know? (y/n) I chose you because I wanted to see you again, no matter what the circumstances were. I don’t know if you’re with anyone or anything but I can be a friend. Just a friend, I can be a shoulder to lean on” Daichi put a hand on top of one of yours.

There was a moment of silence, he knew you were conflicted.

“Okay, I know I must’ve overwhelmed you, but I hope you know I'm alway-”

“I’ll do it. I’ll be your friend.” you held onto his hand for a bit and smiled.

He smiled back, he wanted to kiss you right then and there, but he knew that he would be a friend in your eyes. Hopefully, only for now and not in the future.

He let go of your hand when your grip loosened, not wanting to make things awkward, “Alright, why don’t we talk about the boundaries we’ll set in the cafe over some tea?”

Once you woke up the next day, you had a scarf on your bed next to your coat, a scarf that wasn’t yours…

You were on your way to the park as you and Daichi felt that it would be better to get some fresh air as the cafe was teeming with high school students trying to study for their classes. The air was cold, and you shivered a little. Soon enough Daichi had taken off his scarf.

“No, Daichi-senpai, you don’t have to do this, it's completely fine.” you try giving him back the scarf but he starts wrapping it around you.

Once you had given up he gives you a bright smile, “There we go. That’s better isn’t it?”

He tucked the strands of hair away from your face and you both turned red as he realized what he had done. “Ah (y/n) I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…”

As he heard your dorky laugh he was met with confusion, “It’s okay senpai. You didn’t mean any harm, I know.”

He laughed the awkwardness away as you two sat a little bit apart on a park bench. The air was awkward, but somehow calming at the same time. You didn’t know what to say but eventually you started talking about uni and other things, and you felt at ease… just like the way you felt with Hinata…

You shook your head, he’s your friend, that's all there is to it. It was a Saturday and you were getting ready to work at the local bakeshop when you got a text from Hinata.

“Hey (y/n)! Are you free after your shifts at the bakeshop today? Kenma and Akaashi-san are going to be visiting today.”

You smiled, it had been a while since you’ve seen those two and you were always happy to see them. Akaashi and Kenma have been some of your most supportive friends, sure they were quiet, but they were always there for you. They were there for you when your mom slipped into her coma, they were there when you first failed a dance recital… but of course, someone who has been there since the beginning would be Hinata. To spend a day with your favorite boys would be wonderful.

“Yeah, I’ll be free by around 3:00pm, is that fine?” you reply to him.

Soon enough the next reply comes in as you wave goodbye to your sister and leave the house. You had already arranged for a cousin to pick up your little sis to watch her for the day and she was on her way to your place.

“Alright! We’ll come to get you then, wear something nice to work okay ;>”

As you looked down at your skirt and sweater you chuckled and sent a selfie to him, “Is this good enough? xD”

You got a reply almost immediately, “No fair, why’d you send a picture?”

You put your phone in your bag after replying to him and head on to your workplace ready to start the day.

Work was tiring but fun at the same time. There were times that you would be serving the customers and times that you would be behind the cash register or even times when you would create latte art or frosting art to help the bakers. The cute uniform you wore at work was a plus too. It was one of those fun days when you would be serving customers. Most of the customers at the bakeshop you worked at were nice people.

There was this nice high school couple who were now your friends, they went to a school nearby and they loved sharing stories with you, their senior. There was also the grandmother who loved stopping by to buy the best meat buns for her grandkids. There are so many nice people who come to your shop on a regular basis that it's like you all have this small community together.

Today however, wasn’t one of those days. There was one customer that had found you cute and wouldn’t stop asking you for your number. Your manager had even tried to intervene by changing servers from you to a male co-worker but this customer would not budge. He would still try to get you to stop when you would pass by his table. You didn’t think that he would actually do anything, but you were wrong. As you passed by with an empty tray he grabbed your arm and smiled sweetly, something you found sickening.

“C’mon sweet cheeks, a number is all I ask for.” his grip tightened.

You tried to get away from him as your co-workers were on alert, “I’m sorry would you please let me go? I’m not interested.”

He was about to pull you closer when someone stepped in front of you, “She said she wasn’t interested, so let her go.”

It was Daichi, he had saved you once more.

Little did you know, someone else had wanted to save you…

Your three friends, Hinata, Kenma and Akaashi were on the way to the bakeshop you worked at. They were walking down the street when Kenma asked HInata about how you were.

“She’s doing fine, but she still has the same feel, nothing has actually changed…” Hinata sighed deeply, wishing you would notice his feelings.

Akaashi looked up from his phone, “You do know, that she’s changed a little, right?”

Kenma nods in agreement as they kept walking, “She wouldn’t send you random pictures before. How could you have not noticed, Shoyo?”

Hinata stopped in his tracks, and smiled as wide as he could. “She does do that now!”

He then starts talking about how pretty you are and how much he loves you. You were the brightest light in his life, no matter what they would say. He wanted to be there with you, every step of the way. He was there when you felt like the world was against you. You were his inspiration during volleyball games. Whenever you had time to visit his games he would look at you and play the best he could.

They walked down to the corner of the street and turned left, only for Kenma and Akaashi to stop walking in front of the bakeshop as Hinata kept going on about you.

“Hey, what-” He freezes when he sees you being held onto by a man who clearly is making you uncomfortable. He was about to step in when Akaashi stops him, he would’ve hit Akaashi if it weren’t for Kenma pointing to the direction of the bakeshop door, the one person Hinata couldn’t help but not want near you, no matter how selfish it sounded, was there, and he saved you instead of him.

Sawamura Daichi was back into your life somehow, and he knew that it was going to be something that might hurt one of you in the end.

Daichi had stood in front of you and the customer, his other hand holding yours, it gave you a sense of comfort. He smiled at the customer, not a nice one, but a smile that asserted power the customer tried to put on a strong front but eventually muttered an apology.

“Sorry, did you say anything? I believe this lady deserves a proper apology.” He said as your coworkers blocked off the man from leaving.

The man looked down, “Okay, I’m sorry! I won’t be bothering her again…”

Daichi nodded and smiled at you before glaring at the man once more, “If you touch or try to harass my girlfriend one more time, I won’t be as nice.”

You blushed a little at his words and looked at him wide eyed, he only winked at you as the customer left the bakeshop.

Soon enough you two were seated near the cash register, “Are you alright (y/n)? I’m sorry if I went too far I only wanted him to stop bothering you.”

“It's okay senpai,” you reassured him, “I know you mean to keep me safe.”

“You know you can call me Daichi, we aren’t in high school anymore, and I preferred if you called me that…” his cheeks turned into a reddish hue.

You hid your somewhat excitement and agreed, “Alright, Daichi.”

You then see Kenma, Akaashi, and Hinata enter the bakeshop and you waved them over with a smile.

“(y/n)!” Akaashi gives you one of his rare smiles as he hugs you, “it’s been a while.”

Kenma gave you a nod and you did your weird handshake as Akaashi laughed and Hinata gave a weaker one.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind that Daichi is here?” you smile at your friends who were also friends with Daichi once.

“I hope I’m not intruding,” he smiled as he caught up with Akaashi and Kenma, Hinata staying off to the side a little, wanting to talk to you about how this all happened.

“So... How did you guys reconnect?” Hinata asked you with curious eyes.

“Oh, we saw each other yesterday when I needed to go out for a bit.” You weren’t lying to him, technically.

He nodded, “I see, I see. How did he find this place?”

Daichi overheard and smiled at Hinata, “I was recommended this place by some friends, Kuroo and Bokuto to be exact.”

Hinata smiled weakly, still conflicted by the feeling of hating his former captain, or accepting the fate that has brought them to reconnect and hopefully be friends again. But then, he knew that the latter had more risks than merits. But he knew that Daichi never really meant harm towards anyone. In fact, Hinata has always admired Daichi for this, but he knew that this would mean that he could take you away…

You, Hinata and the rest of the boys spent the whole afternoon together at the park after your shifts were over. You enjoyed doing the simple things like getting ice cream together and going to bookstores and other small shops. When the day was over, Kenma and Akaashi bid the rest of you goodbye as you now walked with Daichi and Hinata on either of your sides. The silence felt slightly awkward but calming to you. But on the inside, you were panicking internally as these were the boys you loved beyond the bounds of friendship.

“I should probably get home,” you chuckle lightly.

“I’ll drive you-”

“I’ll walk you-”

They both say at the same time as you laughed at them both.

“Hmm, who should I have escort me home~?” you teased.

The three of you laughed together, your laugh less tension filled than theirs. Once the laughter died down you stared out a bit, thinking of who you would choose.

“Ah, I know, how about a game of rock paper scissors?” you set them up for a challenge and neither man wanted to fail.

They both nodded, Daichi extending his arm out to make a fist, Hinata following suit.

“Rock”

“Paper” you put your hands on theirs,

“Scissors…” both of them are now even more determined to hear your laugh and the words good night said to one of them and only one of them.

You let go and they choose their stances once you say “Shoot!”

Daichi wins with rock, over Hinata’s scissors.

Hinata pouts as Daichi laughs a little, and for a moment, it felt as if you were back in high school… Hinata felt like it was just yesterday when he had figured things out.

“Oi, Hinata! Quit slacking off watching y/n & Yachi. We need to get this right!” a frustrated first year Kageyama Tobio yells to the orange-haired boy a few spots away from him on the court.

Hinata gets hit by a flying volleyball to his head, “Kageyama, you’re just like Iwaizumi san!”

The three girls on the side of the court laugh as they take notes and help the others. y/n looks up from her notes and smiles at him, giving him a thumbs up.

Hinata turned red a little, he never understood why he felt this way, or why he would turn red whenever y/n smiled at him. Turning away to focus, he seemed more fired up than ever to those on and off the court.

Daichi had gone up to you after the game and was joking around with you and Ennoshita. Hinata felt a weird growing feeling of annoyance in him every time you would laugh at Daichi’s jokes. He hated it the most when he would ruffle your hair and you would become flustered.

“Oi, stop staring daggers into our Captain idiot!” Kageyama said as Yachi handed him his water bottle.

Yachi looked into the direction the two boys were staring at and she chuckled. Hinata looked at the blonde and tilted his head in confusion. The girl just kept laughing as his growing annoyance still stayed, as if it was going to eat him up.

She looked at Hinata and stopped laughing. Yachi took a deep breath and stared Hinata in the eye, “You need to listen to what I say, okay Hinata-kun?”

He looked even more puzzled but looked to y/n and Daichi once more…”Alright Yacchan what is it?”

“...Have you ever considered that you may be crushing on y/n-chan?”

Hinata felt like he was hit with a volleyball of realization...and ever since then, his feelings have not changed.

“Hinata, is it alright for me to take y/n home? Would you want a ride too?” Daichi asked as you and him stared at the tangerine haired boy.

He smiled and shook his head, “No it’s okay senpai, I’m meeting Kageyama today.”

Technically not a lie, since he would call his close friend out tonight after all this.

You pout and Hinata swore that he would’ve melted, “You didn’t tell me you were meeting Kageyama-kun.”

He laughed it off, “It was sort of last minute…”

“It's okay!” you assure him “But you have to tell kageyama that we should all meet soon okay?”

He nods and you leave with Daichi after the older male waves and smiles to Hinata.

He could already feel some of high school’s pain come creeping up at him.

“Hey Kageyama, can we go drinking tonight?” He asks on the phone and Kageyama already knows what's up.

#sawamura daichi x you #sawamura daichi x reader #daichi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu au #karasuno imagines #sugar daddy au #haikyuu!!#daichi x y/n #daichi x you

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allie-and-her-fandoms · 4 years

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Family And Cookies

Author’s Notes: Hey guys. I am back with a new Gruvia family fic. It is a bit random, so I’m sorry about that. Enjoy or endure!

Summary: As Christmas is on its way, some cookies have the power to either create ruckus into a family, or bring it closer. Fun and fluffy family.

Warning: implied steam!

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As the cookies cooled down, the strong scent of vanilla spread throughout the penthouse’s kitchen like a sweet, tempting mist. And when cooled down, a layer of frosting was spread on top of them, followed by a chromatic rain of sprinkles. Proud of her work, Juvia finally moved the trays filled with Christmas cookies on the counter, so the frosting could dry. As she left the kitchen, she went towards the platinum-colored Christmas tree that was standing tall and proud next to the staircase, and her eyes wandered through the glass Christmas balls containing pictures of the people she held dearest. A photo of a cobalt-haired baby, followed by one of an ebony-haired bundle of joy. A picture of two black-haired men holding two boys and a woman smiling at them.

The Water Mage smiled fondly at the memories encapsulated into the decorations for a long time, when she decided to once again check the presents underneath the tree. Her fingers brushed over the names of the fortunate receivers, when she realized that there were way too little gifts than she would’ve liked. Her husband was supposed to arrive soon for the Christmas Eve dinner, her babies were playing in the balcony and her father-in-law was also on his way.

She got her coat and went to the balcony, where her sons were looking at her.

“Boys, what are you doing?”

“Waiting for the snow.” her youngest son Silver, nicknamed Sil, replied with a pout on his face; he really loved snow. Juvia chuckled at the face her son just made.

“I see. Well, Momma has to go and buy some more gifts. Don’t leave home and please don’t eat sweets while she’s gone; you’ll spoil your dinner.” she said firmly, as her sons replied with the usual “Yes, mom”.

“Good. Now, be good boys until your father and grandfather arrive.” Juvia cheerfully replied, as she hugged her sons and kissed their chubby cheeks, earning a giggle from the young one and a scandalized “Mom, I’m 9!” from her oldest. Soon after, the glass door opened and she waved at the two boys, who waved back at her, until her figure was nowhere to be seen.

“I’m thirsty. I’m going to drink some water.” Sil told his older brother Storm.

“Okay. I’ll wait in the living room. Want me to mold something in the meantime?” he asked his younger sibling.

“Snowflakes!” Sil beamed, as Storm held out a chuckle.

“Okay, Sil. If you need something you can’t reach, call me.”

“Okay!” the 4-year-old voiced, as the boys entered the living room and the black-haired one went straight to the kitchen, when the vanilla aroma hit his tiny nostrils and leading him to the counter where the cookies were resting.

Juvia’s Christmas cookies were legendary, and no one could resist to their addicting scent and their mouth-watering flavor. As Sil finally spotted them, his thirst was forgotten, as now his priority was to get his tiny hands on one of his mother’s cookies.

However, no matter how hard he tried to reach for those cookies, his tiny self could not even reach the edge of the counter, and he did not want to bother his brother, who was molding ice snowflakes in the living room. Shortly after, a lightbulb lit up above his head and Sil rushed to the dining room, and tried to get one of the chairs to the troublesome counter that kept him away from the sweet treasure. But as his tiny hands were trying to pull one of the metal chairs, they slipped and caused the little boy to fall on his butt. Shortly after the fall, Sil’s eyes filled with tears, as his lip started to tremble and he let out one sob after another, causing his brother to forget about creating snowflakes and rush his way.

Sil’s cries finally subsided when he felt a hand on his shoulder and hearing his brother’s voice.

“Sil, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Storm asked, worried for his younger brother. As he saw his brother shake his head, Storm grabbed his hands and pulled him back up. “What happened? Weren’t you thirsty?” he frowned.

Sil pointed at the kitchen door and replied “Cookies.”

“What?” Storm asked confused, until he inhaled the scent of his mother’s cookies as the boys entered the kitchen. “I see. But remember, Sil. Mom said no.” his voice became stern, reflecting that of his father’s.

The 4-year-old looked at his brother, his sapphire eyes big and swimming in tears. Storm flinched, as his little brother was giving him the puppy eyes; their mother’s eyes. One minute after that, Storm let out a loud sigh.

“I don’t think mom will notice two missing cookies. Besides, if dad arrives earlier, we can always blame him. Mom wouldn’t have any qualms about that.” the 9-year-old affirmed, as Sil’s eyes were gleaming.

Storm grabbed two Christmas-tree shaped cookies and gave them to his brother, as he was trying to rearrange the remaining ones in a way that did not show that some were missing. He then grabbed two paper towels, and both boys sat down on the floor, munching the cookies and letting the crumbs fall on the towels, while talking about the new toys they might receive the next day and giggling. As they did so, the failed to hear the footsteps of another person who had just entered the kitchen, until the man let out a rather loud “Ahem”, startling the little boys. As they raised their heads, their gazes met the stern one of their grandfather’s, his right hand resting on his hip.

Panicked, the boys hid the remaining pieces of their cookies behind their backs, as they let out a scared “Hello, grandpa.”.

“Hello to you two as well.” Silver replied to the greeting of his grandsons. “What are you two doing on the floor?”

“Talking.” Storm answered. He really disliked it when his grandfather was serious.

“I see. And what are you hiding behind your backs?”

“N-Nothing.” Sil responded in a high-pitched voice.

“Nothing? Cause to me, it looked like your mother’s cookies.” Silver’s look was still serious, as he watched the two boys in front of him panic.

“Please don’t tell mom!” the two of them implored the solemn man standing before them.

“I see that the two of you snatched cookies your mother worked on for how long…” Silver’s strong voice resounded through the kitchen, scaring the two boys. “Without me?!” The boys were shocked hearing the older man’s lament.

“So… You’re not gonna tell mom?” Storm asked, his eyebrows still raised from his grandfather’s reaction.

“Of course not! Because Juvia’s cookies are the second sweetest thing on Earthland; I can’t blame you two for this!” Silver affirmed, a soft smile on his lips as he ruffled his grandsons’ hair.

“That’s amazing. Wait… what is the first sweetest thing on Earthland?” Silver heard his oldest grandson ask.

“I am ruffling their hair right now.” Silver chuckled, as he looked at the tray of cookies. “You know what, I don’t think your mother would mind if we get to eat some more.” He winked at the two young boys, as he grabbed the tray. “So, who wants to watch television Lachryma?” he asked, getting an enthusiastic “Meeee!” from Sil, and a “Why not?” from Storm, who tried to hide his smile, as the three of them headed to the living room.

--8 cookies later--

“And this is how your father got snow in his boots.” Silver concluded an amusing story about Gray’s childhood, earning giggles from his grandsons, when they heard the door open and a male voice saying “I’m home!”.

“Daddy!” Sil jumped from the U-shaped ivory sofa, and rushed to his father’s side, as Gray was taking off his boots.

“Hey there, kiddo.” Gray replied, ruffling his 4-year-old son’s hair, as he got a “Hey, dad.” from his eldest child, and a “Hello, son.” from his father; responding with a lazy “Hey”, he went towards the sofa, holding Sil in his arms.

“How was the job, dad?” Storm asked, curious about his father’s latest mission.

“A bit harder than expected, but nothing I couldn’t handle.” Gray answered, while noticing an almost empty trail on the sapphire coffee table. “Umm… what is that tray doing on the coffee table?”

“You see, son. We may or may not have eaten some of Juvia’s cookies…” Silver retorted, as he looked on his son’s expressionless face for a minute that felt like an eternity.

“Dad…”

“Yes, son?”

“Pass me one of those cookies.” Gray reacted, as Silver got one cookie and handed it to his son, who jumped over the sofa.

“You are awfully calm about this, dad.” Storm pointed out. He knew how strict Gray could be at times when it came to what he and his brother could eat at some point. Granted, Juvia was always around when that happened.

“Well, I’m supposed to be a role model for you. It would be kinda hypocritical of me to tell you not to have sweets before dinner, while I am having some. Besides, I really needed this.” Gray shrugged, as he bit into a second Christmas ball-shaped cookie.

“I never thought you liked sweets that much, dad.” Storm noted, as both Gray and Silver grabbed some more cookies.

“I usually don’t, but your mom’s cookies are an exception. Plus, I would often snatch some before the two of you were born. If I can’t help it, how can the two of you?” he pointed at his two children.

“But you tell them not to have sweets on other occasions.” Silver remarked, as Storm and Sil nodded.

“That’s cause Juvia would be nearby. And let me tell you, an angry Juvia is not to be messed with—” Gray started, but his reply got short by fallen bags and someone screaming. His wife screaming.

“What happened to Juvia’s cookies?!” the Water mage cried at the sight of a lonely cookie on the tray.

“We’re sorry, mom!” Storm and Sil whined, as Silver also apologized for the cookie massacre that took place.

Gray however, immediately sat up and took his wife’s hand and led her to the opposite corner of the living room, and trying to explain her the situation between remarks like “The boys spoiled their dinner!” and “Juvia cannot believe you let this happen!”. After the explanation, Gray leaned in and whispered something in his wife’s ear that managed to calm her down, and also make her cheeks bloom in a shade of rose.

She and Gray then headed towards the couch, where she was hit by another wave of apologies from her sons and father-in-law.

“It’s no big deal. Juvia can just make another one. She thinks she still has some frosting.” she smiled sweetly at them, her cheeks still pink. “Dinner will be done in 15 minutes.” she then stated, as her boys volunteered to help getting the rest ready. As Juvia rushed to the kitchen, Gray stood behind, smiling her way while taking the bags left behind the sofa and putting them under the tree.

“Gray… You just told us she shouldn’t be messed with when mad; yet she calmed down pretty quickly. What happened?” Silver asked confused. Gray then whispered something in his father’s year, which made Silver’s eyes widen and cover his mouth. “You are my son alright.” He retorted, as Gray laughed and both men entered the kitchen.

--One dinner later--

As the whole family was resting at the dining table chatting and laughing, Sil’s eyes caught a glimpse of the window.

“Snow!” he cheered, as he got down from his chair and rushed into the living room, where the ballet of the snowflakes could be seen in all its glory through the windows and door.

The other members of the household followed the 4-year-old child, and saw the snow falling over Magnolia.

“It’s amazing.” Juvia whispered, leaning into her husband.

“It truly is. It’s been a few years since it snowed on Christmas here.” Gray affirmed, looking through the window.

“We’re all here together, it’s snowing, and everything feels amazing. This is the best Christmas ever!” Juvia beamed, as Gray chuckled.

“You say that every year.” he replied, as Silver was holding out a laugh and ruffling his grandsons’ hair again

“For Juvia, all the Christmases she spends with all of you are the best!” she affirmed, smiling lovingly at the four men who lit up her life, as they all smiled back.

“I feel the same way.” Gray replied, as he cupped Juvia’s cheeks and kissed her on the lips, earning a gasp from her.

“Guys, get a room! There are kids in here!” Silver yelled, covering Storm and Sil’s eyes, earning a giggle from the latter.

“Hmm… Maybe we should. I don’t think the boys would mind getting a little brother or sister.” Gray winked Juvia’s way, as her cheeks turned tomato red and she was left babbling.

“Okay, nope! Not on my watch! Come on, boys! Put your coats on and let’s go have some fun with the snow outside!” Silver exclaimed, as he grabbed three coats from the hanger and gave two of them to his grandsons, all while Storm was also blushing hysterically and Sil was only concerned about the snow. Shortly after, the three of them went outside, but not before Silver glared at his son.

“Calm down, old man.” Gray reacted, as his father shot him one more skeptical look and shut the door.

As Juvia finally calmed down, she turned to face her husband, her cheeks still painted rose.

“Gray… Thank you for giving Juvia the best years of her life. This is the best gift she could ask for.” she beamed, while her gaze and Gray’s intersected.

“No… Thank YOU, Juvia. You gave me this family, and for this I’ll always be grateful.” Gray retorted, a smile on his face, as Juvia caressed his right cheek. “So, shall we go outside? We can’t let my dad and our sons have all the fun now, can we?”

“Of course, darling!” she answered, as she got their own coats from the hanger.

She then handed her husband his coat, they both put them on, and together they went on the balcony, where their sons were having the time of their lives with their grandfather.

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I am sorry about that, but I love Silver way too much, and I am pretty sure that he would be a loving father and grandfather. Anyway, thank you so much for reading😊😊

#fairy tail #gruvia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #silver fullbuster #my writing

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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❉ 139 Dreams (Hoshi/Soonyoung Kwon) Essential

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Genre: Comedy, Fluff, Romance ☁

Word Count: 2,095 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Soonyoung ☁

World: Seventeen ☁

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Your birthday was just around the corner, but instead of feeling excited you were feeling worried. Your boyfriend, Soonyoung, was an absolute gem, there was no doubt about that. Talented, confident, hard-working and the sweetest little cinnamon roll you had ever met. He treated you like a goddess, showering you with love and affection when he was around, and spamming your phone with hearts, kisses and sweet words when he wasn’t.

Lately, though, he had been acting distant. You did ask him about it at first, but he just claimed that he was really busy and apologized for not being around as much. You hadn’t missed how nervous he sounded when he answered, though.

Now you’re a pretty reasonable person, understanding that being an idol was hard work and took up most of his time. It was something you had agreed to before you started up your relationship, but this situation just felt… different. You couldn’t put your finger on it and you briefly wondered if it was just your anxiety messing with your mind. Either way, you did your best to ignore it and hide that something was bothering you.

The last thing you wanted was to worry Soonyoung.

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Junhong sat against the wall in the corner of a small cafe, scrolling through his twitter. You returned to the table with the food, setting it down before reclaiming your seat across from him.

Since Junhong was good friends with both you and Soonyoung, you decided to open up to the younger male and explain what you’ve been feeling. At the very least, it would help to get it off your chest. He had been surprised when you told him, but eager to give you a hand in any way he could.

“What are you thinking?” He asked, softly, popping a french fry into his mouth.

“I don’t know anymore,” you sighed, resting your cheek in your palm. “I briefly wondered if he was cheating, but I know he would never do something like that.”

“And you feel guilty for even considering it.”

“Yeah,”

He hummed, looking at his phone again. A light bulb went off in his head when he read a particular comment on twitter. “I have a brilliant idea!”

“Should I be scared?” You joked, earning a pout from him. “Tell me this brilliant plan that may or may not get us thrown in jail.”

“Seventeen is doing a meet and greet not too far from here. Let’s go!”

“Tickets for those events are sold in advance. How are we supposed to get in?”

“I’m an idol, remember?” He paused, suddenly feeling the urge to facepalm. “You forgot I was an idol, didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” you coughed, “Just for a second.”

Junhong laughed, “Let’s go and get us some autographs~”

“Wait, wait, wait! Don’t you think they are going to question why we suddenly showed up? Then what?”

“Hmm, I remember seeing a costume store down the street. We’ll stop by there!”

Unsure about the plan, you quickly threw away the trash and rushed after him. As you followed him through the store, you started to notice that something was off.

“Junhong?”

“Hmm?”

“This is a Halloween store…”

“Yes,”

“It’s July…”

“You’ve heard of Christmas in July, now get ready for Halloween in July!” He struck a pose, using his arms to show off the wall of wigs as if you were suddenly on a game show.

You groaned, suddenly feeling your confidence drop as you kneeled down. “This plan is so gonna fail. He’s going to see right through us and think I don’t trust him.”

“Or~ he could think we were bored and just having fun!”

“You’re right,” you took a deep breath and stood up. “I need to stop worrying so much and just enjoy myself!”

“Of course I’m right!”

Noticing a foam sword on the wall beside you, you grabbed it and brought it down onto his neck. He cried out, falling to the ground dramatically. You did your best to sound serious through your laughter. “Don’t get too cocky, boy.”

You both burst into laughter, making the store clerk look at you both like you were crazy.

You ended up spending longer than you should have in that store, both of you constantly getting distracted by various items. It honestly felt so nice to just goof around and have fun. Life was far too short not to stop and enjoy the little things.

Finally, the pair of you stepped out of the shop, confident and ready to tackle the world. Junhong was sporting a large afro complete with a neon pink bow and matching sunglasses. You were wearing Katy Perry’s wig from California Girls with matching heart-shaped sunglasses. Everyone stopped and stared at you as you walked down the street, the aura of pure confidence making the scene even funnier.

When you reached the venue, it was nearly empty as they were meeting with the last two fans. Your appearance earned everyone’s attention almost instantly, the members crowding around you.

“Why are you dressed like that?” Jeonghan questioned, unable to stop his smirk.

“We’re starting our own group,” You announced confidently. “Katy and the Fro!”

“Wait, why is your name first?” Junhong pouted.

“Because ‘Fro and the Katy’ sounds weird.”

“Good point,”

“Plus I’m cooler.”

“Oi!”

The group started laughing, clapping you on the back. Your smile faltered when you scanned the room. Where was Soonyoung? Junhong met your gaze and you shared a silent conversation. He nodded, grabbing the attention of the group by making up a fake setlist for your first album. You quietly slipped away and headed to the back of the venue.

Soonyoung was on the phone, his back facing you. “No, I wanted the blue ones… right… no, you can’t send them there! It’s essential that she doesn’t find out about this!… yes, that’s fine… I understand, thank you!” With a bright smile, he slid his phone into his back pocket and walked away.

You were suddenly overcome by a pain in your temple. Texting Junhong to let him know that you were going home, you pulled the wig off and left the venue.

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When you woke up the next day, you had to rush to the bathroom, emptying out the contents of your stomach. Your entire body was aching, head throbbing and stomach cramping painfully. Had you eaten something bad? Or was it just a bug?

You tried calling Soonyoung a couple times, but you just got a busy tone. Feeling exhausted, you crawled back into bed, curling into a ball under the fluffy comforter. It wasn’t long before you had fallen asleep.

It was almost four in the afternoon when you woke again. Your body was still achy and your stomach was still unhappy with you, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been that morning. Your phone buzzed on the nightstand but you weren’t fast enough to catch it before it stopped. Before you could retract your hand, it started to vibrate again.

The cold glass felt good against your burning skin. “Hello?”

“Yah! Where have you been?! Do you know how many times we’ve called you?” Jeonghan scolded before pausing. “You sound horrible. What’s wrong?”

“I’m sick,” You muttered.

“Honestly,” he took a breath. “We were all worried about you. We’ve been calling for hours!”

“I’m sorry,” you frowned. “I was sleeping.”

“Soonyoung is on his way to your apartment. He was afraid that something had happened.”

“Oh…” You forced yourself to sit up. “I need to unlock the door…”

“No, no! You lay back down right now, Y/N!” Jeonghan ordered. “He has a key, remember? Just rest and he’ll be there soon.”

“Mmkay,” you mumbled, climbing back under the covers. He told you that he would speak to you later before hanging up the phone. Your eyes drooped, but you forced yourself to stay awake.

The front door opened and shut, rushed footsteps echoing throughout the silent apartment. The bedroom door flung open and Soonyoung ran into the room, yelling out your name. He was breathing heavy from running.

You peeked out from the covers, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. Seeing him made you feel a bit better.

As much as he wanted to throw himself on top of you, Jeonghan had informed him that you were sick and he didn’t want to make you feel worse. Instead, he gently climbed in beside you, bringing you into his arms. The warmth of his body mingling with the scent of his cologne made you feel light-headed.

“My poor baby,” He murmured softly, running his hand across your back.

“Sorry for worrying you, Soonie.”

He quickly shook his head, smiling down at you. “Don’t apologize. I should be the one apologizing… I haven’t been paying much attention to you the past week.”

You snuggled closer to him. “It’s okay, I know you’re busy.”

“Junhong told me that you’ve been worrying… what were you thinking?”

You hesitated, playing with the button on his sweater. “A lot of things. At first, I thought I was just imagining it. Then I thought that maybe you were cheating on me… maybe I had been too clingy and you wanted a break from me. Finally, I started to wonder if you had gotten hurt and were hiding it from me.”

Soonyoung couldn’t believe his ears. He gently pushed you away, shifting so that he was eye-level with you. His eyes were filled with love and his voice was soft. “Let me clear up all of your worries so that they never bother you again. I will never cheat on you or grow tired of you because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You give me the motivation to improve and become a better person. I want you to look at me and feel proud to say, ‘That’s my Soonyoung. My amazing, hard-working future husband’. And if I had gotten hurt, you would know because I’d be clinging to you like glue wanting you to take care of me.”

You giggled, feeling your heart fluttering in your chest. How could this man make you feel so high with just words alone? Your hand rested on his cheek. “How did I manage to get such an amazing man?”

He leaned in, rubbing his nose against your own. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you. Now, would you like to know the real reason that I was so busy?” You nodded. “I was planning a birthday party for you, and…”

“And?” You prompted, curiously.

Soonyoung shifted so that he could pull out a white piece of cloth from his pocket. A blue ribbon was wrapped tight around it. “Open it,”

You slowly sat up, not wanting to jolt your head in case the room decided to start spinning. Once you were steady, you tugged on the ribbon, letting the silk fall onto the comforter. The cloth fell open to reveal a beautiful ring. The stone reflected the light of the setting sun, casting a spectrum of color onto the wall. “It’s… incredible.”

His arms found your body again as he pulled himself closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I was planning on putting this into the lotus candle. You know, the one that blooms when you light it? It was supposed to be perfect, but life isn’t perfect and things rarely go as we plan them.” He gently plucked the ring from your hand, looking you dead in the eye with so much love and adoration that it stole your breath away. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

“You don’t even have to ask,” you whispered, fighting back the tears of pure happiness. “Yes, one hundred times yes!”

With a smile that lit up the room, he slid the ring onto your finger before falling back onto the bed, pulling you down on top of him. You were his everything and he was yours. The love between the two of you was eternal and raw, and it was essential to the happiness that you both shared.

“Oh! I almost forgot,” Soonyoung pulled out his phone, scrolling through his gallery before showing you a picture of the cutest white and orange kitten. “I adopted a kitten for you!”

“He’s adorable! But… my apartment doesn’t allow pets.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that out after I adopted him… We’ll just have to move to a new apartment!”

“Together?”

“Of course together!” He booped your nose with a smile. “How can I not live with my beautiful wife~?”

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girlwithwolftatoo · 4 years

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Your “eco-friendly fashion” can go and f*ck itself, and so you do.

Let me explain this: no, I don’t hate the eco-friendly trending of, actually, trying to get the less waste of products and similar stuff, for we need to be more responsible with the planet because, just as Starlord said, we are the idiots living on it.

The problem comes when this idea of a “green life” becomes just another fashion to follow, building another bloody capitalist industry around it so those poor nasty rich people feel a little less bad for basically being the ones who contributes at more than 50% of carbon emissions and contamination. What am I talking about? Let’s check some advices to contribute to help the enviroment which are in fact just pacifiers for first world, good wealth people:

Wasting reduction, a.k.a “my zero waste challenge”. Yes, plastic is the big villain at this moment, and to fight against it the population across the world is recomending the use of certain stuff to replace it, like glass recipents (fun fact: some idiotics enjoy saying how millenials are guilty for using plastic containers instead of glass like “my good ol’ granpa used to”, but hey, guess which generation started exploiding petroleum -where plastic comes from- to increase their wealth and reduce costs of production? One clue: not Millenials) or fabric bags. A good idea? Yes, until you remember most of the products like food come in plastic stuff, and I’m not just talking about that first world obssession for covering their fruit and veggies with fucking plastic when, hello, fruits and veggies ARE ALREADY PROTECTED BY THEIR SKIN, YOU JUST NEED TO FUCKING WASH IT A LITTLE BEFORE COOKING.

Yes, Karen, I know what you’re thinking, “Well, duh, if you don’t like plastic around your food go to an organic market, they have this lovelies glass or fabric containers, stop complaining and do what U need to do”. And here comes problem number two:

Organic everything, the new way to show how rich you are. I have some news for ya, except for the processed food, EVERYTHING IS ORGANIC. The only problem is you are afraid of “toxicity in food for pesticides and dark water” which, guess what, is pushed violently by your bloody wild capitalism in order to produce more food. And now a lot of stores selling you organic, zero-waste, green food is just part of the same system, it just puts a huge stick in front of your ecologic container swearing these overpriced carrot (which vitamins are THE SAME AS THAT DOUBLE-LEGGED CARROT PLACES LIKE FUCKING WAL-MART RATHER THROWS TO THE GARBAGE) is good and fair... yeees, you just need to make some researchs on internet to find out the “fair price” for the peasants and agriculture workers just doesn’t equals the price you are paying to your white, nice lady in white uniform attending your weekly shopping of “clean” veggies and soy and quinoa.

I know some countries aren’t used of local/producers market where you’re actually buying to the producer and paying a low price that goes directly to the field workers, but here’s a funny thing: the organic stores doesn’t just sell you the idea of “organic, ecologic” stuff, but the key word is “clean”, the idea of a mutant potato sounds “unclean” for them, because if it has a brother stuck in a side of it is because it was soaked in “evil chemistry stuff to make it grow like that”. Well, say thanks to Monsanto for covering the world with their bloody products who are actually doing worse damage than your ugly looking veggies, and all of it just to make money and provide you, person of a wealthy, capitalist, whitey country, of your organic stores and the rest of your nice stuff like year model car and Starbucks.

In short: organic stores are just face washed supermarkets feeding with the explotation of people in other countries, putting an enormous, unnecessary price to their stuff which not everybody can afford just to make you feel good and a planet savior.

The cow didn’t suffered, but what about Pablo? I know I’m entering a dangerous point here, but with these eco-friendly trending, veganism has been exploited like the panacea for everything, from enviroment contamination to poor cows and pigs crying in the farms. And yes, becoming more aware of the cruelty towards animals has been the iceberg peak to become more humans and protective to the other living forms in our society, and yes, the carnic industry tends to be awful and utterly disgusting... IN FIRST WORLD COUNTRIES.

This might sound shocking, but the images of cattle of any shape being tormented since the moment of birth are usually from USA, UK and similar “farms” which act more like a corporation in the middle of a field than like a real farm. Places like South and Central America has a carnic indsutry which works pretty different; you can actually see, in a daily basis, cows and goats walking free in the farm’s territory, eating as much as they want and sometimes getting involved in fights with cars on the road, and though this isn’t an excuse for the late slaughter, at least those aren’t creatures jailed and tortured inside a 5x5 box. Chickens are the same, for instead of killing the males the farms in Mexico and sibbling countries rather let them grow to become the source of meat, the hens aren’t eaten a lot in our culture so they live to lay eggs and they also have a nice life in comparison with their north-americans or european pals.

In other words: stopping meat consume doesn’t make you the person of the year, but fighting for animal rights and stop eating meat from massive industries will help a lot more than just hating everyone for getting a burger.

“But still I rather take vegan products, soy and quinoa and other stuff...” Uh, do you remember what I said about the organic stores selling you smoke and mirrors? Yes, perhaps none animal died because of your vegan product (at least not none of the cuties like baby cows and chubby pigs, just a bunch of insects which exists as part of the natural balance and very probably wild life), but a lot of people of third world countries certainly will. Illegal buy of land made by corporations to needy goverments, privatization of fucking water from local comunities in order to create and feed fields of “organic food”, child and indigenous abuse due to this “legal steal” of land and bad payed, forced work (because in the end, the poor need to, you know, fucking live even if it’s at the minimun wage)... All of this so the white lady who enjoys speaking to managers and drives a massive truck just for her and her two children, can go and buy her quinoa and post a pic on Instagram claiming how “nice and easy” is save the enviroment.

Oh, I know, I’m being too mean to that people, am I? I don’t fucking care, because the hidden part of this fashion, the worst part of this idea of “ecologic capitalism” comes with this only truth:

Poor people aren’t “eco-friendly”. Classism has become the key to keep this trending just made for the wealthy, the idea of poor people not being “good with the enviroment” comes from a lot of cultural ideas created by the vision of a thirds of the population. Rich people hates seeing images of countries like India, Colombia, Phillipines and similar because the images sell a complete lie which helps to keep them in a bubble: poor people eating fast food or buying things in plastic containers is gross and they think “Oh thank God I left that life style behind” as they drive his car leaving a lot of CO2 compared to those who takes public transport, that same public transport that looks disgusting in those images I’m talking about, because hat portion of the world has no money to get new vehicles every year, because they can’t #govegan because their only sources of a certain quality food is the normal food, those who doesn’ have a seal of aproval which claims how enviroment-savior is, because that lack of wealth forces them to work much more than people of France, Germany or USA and gaining much less than them, with so little time to think on “being green”, sometimes even with little time to cook natural food in their homes, and of course being unable to pay to an inmigrant to cook for them like... well, you know like who. And because these poor people, who works and dies because their country and the “free market” is pushing them to a modern slavery for international corps which provide to their targets, people who aren’t from the South of the tropics, white and wealthy, free of any guilt because they spend 50 bucks every week in organic coffee which was grounded in the last remains of an indigenous land and harvested for a dark-skin, 10 y/o boy who is forced to work instead of studying because all this economic machine made him part of the poorest side of the society, the idea of being “better than others”. Because they’re selling the idea that being a helper for the enviroment is easy, as long as you can afford it in their terms, becaus they’re making you think your green bag is making more for the world than stop and think how those who make that bag are being paid 5 cents of dollar at day in a dark little room in the East of the world, consumed by the greed and vanity of capitalism.

You can be eco-friendly without spending like an idiot in that special stores and markets. How? You can recycle when you’re able to, you can use public transport or walk for short distances instead of depending of your car, you can carry water in a bottle to avoid buying one-use bottles outside, you can support your local producers market and stop thinking of the “zero waste challenge” and making it the “less, well thinking waste daily basis”. And, for the love of any God you’re praying to, STOP SUPPORTING FUCKING MARKET CHAINS OF ALLEGEDLY VEGAN, GLUTEN-FREE, ECOLOGIC SHIT. If you have the time and money to make your own food or to spend less plastic, FUCKING DO IT FOR YOURSELF AND NOT VIA BUYING USELESS SHIT FROM THOSE COMPANIES.

This was my 2020 year advice, thanks for reading. If you want more info, you can search for “international agriculture explotation”, “organic food origin” and “most enviromental dangerous companies” in your favorite searcher.

#personal #enviroment #eco friendly #organic food #veganism #classism #international companies #food industry

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Male drider x male naga (nsfw)

This is a commission for someone who asked me to hold off posting it til today because it’s their birthday. So, happy birthday! I hope you like this. I really enjoyed working with these two characters of yours, and I’m totally in love with Ambrose...

Contents: one naga with some colourful language, one shy and arachnophobic drider boy, some thievery, some fluff, and some smut. Length: 4847 words

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Aiden cursed as he ducked and wove through the dense pine trees as evening pressed on relentlessly into night and the baying of the hounds and shouting of guards faded behind him.

It had all been going so well until the duchess had returned early to her chambers and caught him red-handed with his sharp, taloned claws in her safe. She’d shrieked half the castle down, screaming about thieving snakes, leaving the naga no choice but to hurl himself out of the window and take a long dive into the freezing, filthy moat surrounding her castle. At least he still had her jewels in his satchel. He grinned wickedly to himself, canines flashing in the dying light of the day.

Honestly, he was exhausted.

His python-like lower half was built for stealth rather than for prolonged speed, and his muscles were screaming at him to stop. The warmth had faded from the day, and the cold-blooded naga was starting to feel the chill as his muscles tightened and began to burn. His underside bore scratches and scrapes from his long flight, first through the remote castle’s extensive grounds, and then out into the wilder woods beyond. Sharp rocks had scored along his thick, red-scaled hide, leaving him bruised and a bit bloody, and he ached all over.

Thirsty, weak, and with nowhere left to go, he eventually slowed his pace, breathing hard, and came to a halt in a quiet glade amid tall, silent pine trees. The wind hissed in the needled canopy above, but down here between the sentinel trunks, nothing moved. The baying of the duke’s hounds had long since faded into nothing, and as he swept his spiky, dark red hair back out of his eyes, he went utterly still, straining to hear any sounds at all. His head swam and his vision went double for a moment. He’d not eaten in days and while that wasn’t normally an issue for a naga, it was going to be problem for him soon after expending so much energy on escaping.

Lightheaded, weak, and shaky, he swayed on the spot.

Something darker than the surrounding shadows moved in the trees up ahead, and he swore softly, trying to get his eyes to focus.

He ground his teeth and drew his body up tall, hoping to look menacing, but the extra effort sapped the last vestiges of strength from him and before he knew what was happening, he had pitched forwards and was lying face down in the carpet of old pine needles. Woozy, on the edge of consciousness, he watched as the dusk-dark body of a drider emerged hesitantly from the trees. He couldn't see enough to make out any features, but the blue-black of the delicate limbs that speared down silently into the forest floor was enough to tell him it was a drider.

“Shit,” he hissed and his eyes rolled shut as he finally succumbed to his exhaustion.

When he next stirred, he was chilled and sluggish, and lying in the dark somewhere. Warmth; he needed to get warm. And where the hell was he? The last thing he recalled was the approach of a drider. He realised with a jolt of fear that he should be wrapped up in webbing, stored for some future meal, if even half of what was said about driders was true. But he was free, if sluggish and sore.

He blinked and tried to push himself upright on shaking arms, his cold muscles reluctant to obey him, and as he shifted, something squeaked at the back of whatever dank cave he was in. A rat?

Still fighting the lingering grogginess, he lifted his head and saw a drider shoot backwards, stumbling over its tangle of spindly limbs, only to sit down heavily and stare at him with wide, panicked, dark eyes. The drider looked young, but into his adult years, and his dark, messy, almost violet-purple hair fell into his eyes as he panted, clearly terrified, and stared at the naga. The skin of his human half was bear and almost pure white, in stark contrast to his dark spider’s body, and his torso was rather scrawny, skinny, and a little pathetic, but flawless as carved marble.

“Hello,” the drider croaked awkwardly. “You’re awake. You startled me.”

“No shit,” Aiden grunted. “Where the hell am I? And who are you?”

“My… My name is Ambrose,” he faltered, following it up with a frankly adorable smile, and Aiden was pleasantly surprised by the little dimples that formed in his cheeks at the gesture. “You’re… You’re in my -” he broke off with a screech and shot sideways, limbs scrabbling on the stony floor as he stared at the floor beside him.

“What the fuck?” Aiden muttered as he watched the drider panic at apparently nothing. “What is wrong with you?”

“Spider,” the drider whimpered pathetically, pointing a slender finger at the spot where he’d been sitting in a mess of dark limbs only a moment before.

Aiden found laughter bubbling up inside him and he roared with amusement, the whole cave echoing with the sound of it. “You’re shitting me!” he wheezed. “Oh that’s fucking precious! A drider that’s afraid of spiders!” He laughed until his sides hurt and his eyes watered, but when he eventually got himself together, he wiped the tears from his eyes and crooned in a patronising baby-voice, “You want me to put it outside for you?”

“Yes please…” the drider mumbled miserably, not meeting Aiden’s gaze.

Aiden snorted, still chuckling to himself, and scooped the tiny black spider up and chucked it out into the forest, feeling the drag of his cold tail and the ache of his muscles. He grunted and winced, rubbing the back of his neck and looking around the cave. “So, this dump is your home then?”

Ambrose’s cheeks flushed scarlet, and he nodded. “Yes. It’s… It’s not much. And thank you for putting the spider outside,” he said. “Normally I just wait over here until they’ve gone away…”

“You have to be the worst spider boy ever,” he snickered, ignoring the way Ambrose’s face crumpled dejectedly.

The drider levered himself up off the ground, arranging his stick-like legs underneath him and, to Aiden’s surprise, the naga realised he was really quite tall. His legs were thin and fragile looking, and his pendulous, midnight black body was covered in silky-soft hair. The tactile naga was almost overwhelmed by the desire to touch it, and drew himself back before he could give in to the unexpected urge.

“Well,” Aiden said, “I don’t suppose you’ve got a fire pit in this hovel, have you? I’m fucking frozen, and I stink from my impromptu swim in that foul bitch’s moat. I need a bath, and I need to warm the fuck up.”

Ambrose looked frankly horrified at the naga’s crass language, and Aiden reminded himself to rein it in a bit. No need to offend the person who’d been kind enough to pick him up and bring him here. He mused on that for a while and then asked, “Hang on a second… How the fuck did you get me in here? You look like one stiff breeze would send you spinning away like a tumbleweed!” He laughed at the image of the poor little drider cartwheeling away on the wind, only to find Ambrose looking hurt and embarrassed. “Ah, shit,” the naga added. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Ambrose mumbled. “I’m stronger than I look though. I dragged you here. I made a litter out of web and pulled it like a sled. You’re heavy, but I managed alright.” He tucked a stray strand of his inky hair behind his delicate ear and added, “There’s a stream just a few hundred yards that way, if you wanted to wash. I’ll start a fire for you.”

Something about the quiet sadness in his voice made Aiden pause. He looked at the miserable looking drider and asked, “You live out here alone?”

He nodded mutely and turned away.

With a sigh, Aiden slithered painfully out of the cave and found the stream. It was freezing, but it washed off the muck from the moat, and with every icy wave that bit into his skin, he promised himself he’d be warming up beside a toasty fire before too long.

Aiden hauled himself back up the steep bank, panting and groaning, his head aching and his vision blurred from exhaustion and lack of food. He let out a string of vile curses when he had to force himself to stop and take a breather. “Damned, fucking cold-blooded snake,” he swore, cranking his tail up the last bit of the incline and beginning his slow drag back to the cave.

When he got there, he found that Ambrose was heating a pot of something over a now-roaring fire, and it smelled amazing. “What’s cooking?” he asked, nearly adding ‘good looking’ for good measure afterwards, but he decided against it.

“Rabbit stew,” he said. “I made it this morning. It’s good to be reheated once more though. Is that alright?”

“Fuck yeah,” he grinned, and Ambrose gave him a very shy little smile in return. Something about it made Aiden’s stomach flip over and he crushed the sensation immediately. It wouldn’t do to go falling for some cute little spider boy when he was out in the middle of nowhere and still had to turn his thieved goods into his guild’s boss.

The two shared their meal in relative silence, but Aiden couldn’t help noticing the way Ambrose always made sure he had enough, and how the drider watched him eat and then glanced away whenever he caught him staring.

“You really don’t get out much, do you?” he asked boldly when it happened for the third or fourth time. “How many other people have you seen lately?”

Tears formed suddenly in Ambrose’s eyes and he looked away. Guilt lanced through Aiden, and he lowered his empty bowl, setting it down on the ground.

“Hey, come on, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to be…” He broke off and turned away. “I know I can be a real dick sometimes. Maybe it comes from having two of them…” he interjected, and then cursed himself for saying something so crude. “Anyway, look, I just meant… you seem nice. You don’t deserve to be shut away up here in the mountains, living alone in a cave full of spiders that you’re absolutely terrified of.” He couldn't help the little giggle at the memory of Ambrose tripping over himself in his terror at the little spider, but his mirth was short-lived.

“I have nowhere else to go,” Ambrose said in a tiny voice.

The way he said it made something in Aiden’s chest crack. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

He nodded. “I’m scared to go out alone. So many people hate my kind. I’m scary to them, but really… I’m… I’m the one who’s afraid.”

“Come with me,” Aiden said before he’d even thought about what he was going to say. The sudden statement shocked him; Aiden was not known for random acts of kindness.

“Where? Where will you go? I saw what was in that bag,” he said, pointing to the satchel with the stolen diamond tiara and necklaces. “You’re a thief and a criminal. What kind of life are you trying to offer me?”

Aiden hissed out a sigh. “You’re right. But I mean… spider silk is really good for healing, and you could maybe work at a healers nearby if… you know… ah shit, what am I saying? I don’t know.” He scratched his head, feeling the rake of his sharp claws over his scalp. “You don’t even know me.” He sighed. “Forget I said anything.”

Ambrose looked at him steadily across the dancing flames of the fire pit. The light reflected in his big, dark eyes, and Aiden felt that strange coiling in his gut again that had nothing to do with the excellent food that the drider had prepared for him. He was strangely beautiful, in his skinny, slightly creepy looking way, but it was easy to see how some folk might be unnerved by the sight of him.

The warmth from the fire began to make his head nod and a drowsiness washed over him as he coiled himself up tightly beside the fire pit a few minutes later.

“You should rest,” Ambrose murmured quietly, coming over and stooping gracefully to pick up the wooden bowl that Aiden had abandoned beside him.

“Thankssssssss…” he hissed, forgetting not to lisp as his body tipped towards sleep before he could stop it. He must have been more exhausted than he’d realised as he slurred, “That wassssss reallygood.”

“I’m glad,” Ambrose said in a soft voice. “Do you want a blanket?”

“Mmm,” was all Aiden could get out before he slipped into sleep.

Inhaling deeply, he stirred and felt the warm weight of a huge woollen blanket over him, and he looked up to see Ambrose on the other side of the cave, curled with his legs stowed neatly beneath him on a wide hammock of web. The thought struck Aiden that he looked oddly sweet like that, and he smiled.

The gentle vibrations caused by the naga waking and stretching must have reached the slumbering drider because he twitched awake with a yelp of distress and scuttled back into the deepest corner of the cave, eyes wide and fearful and unfocused.

“Hey, it’s just me, dumbass,” Aiden chortled. “Remember, the criminal snake you adopted yesterday?”

Ambrose surprised him by beaming a wide smile at him that stopped his slow-beating heart for a few seconds and stalled his brain. Gods above; he was beautiful.

“What?” the drider asked. “Do I have drool on my face? Have I leaked webbing or something?”

“Is that like pissing yourself?” he snorted, shattering whatever moment had hung pendulously between them.

“No,” Ambrose replied, blushing prettily. “It’s still embarrassing though.”

When he looked around and saw that in fact everything was as it should be, with no drool or webbing out of place, he sighed and stretched. Aiden tried not to watch too closely as his torso flexed, but he found that he had to turn away all the same.

Ambrose went lax with a grunt and looked over at Aiden with his big dark eyes gleaming softly. “How are you feeling today?”

“Stiff, tired, achy…” Aiden complained. “But mostly alright, I guess.”

Ambrose’s previously relaxed posture tightened and he looked suddenly as though he were staving off tears.

Aiden moved closer, his smooth, hard scales barely whispering on the cold rock of Ambrose’ dank little home. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” he said, trying to hide his emotions behind a wavering little smile. “Nothing…”

Aiden cocked an eyebrow, and Ambrose caved.

“Fine,” the drider sniffed, turning away, legs moving like a clockwork automaton.

Not having legs himself, Aiden would have been lying if he had said that he didn't also find Ambrose’ eight, slender legs fascinating. Forcing himself to concentrate, he shifted a little closer to the drider, who paused when he sensed him getting near, and drew in another long breath before speaking.

“I suppose… I mean… it’s kind of lonely up here in the forest…”

“But this cave is full of spiders to keep you company,” Aiden jested, and Ambrose suppressed a shudder. “Ok, seriously though, if you hate it so much, why do you live here? There’s a town not fifty miles away, and for someone with legs like yours, that wouldn’t be a taxing journey… I don’t get the whole hermit act… Give people a chance… Trust me, there are way scarier looking beasties out there than you. You’re positively angelic in comparison to some of the folk in my guild, let me tell you…”

Ambrose looked over his slender shoulder at Aiden and gave a sad little smile. “You’re the first person who’s ever seen me and not run screaming.”

Aiden’s heart cracked at that. “What?” he breathed. “You’re shitting me! But… But you’re -” he cut off quickly before he embarrassed himself.

“I’m a drider, that’s what!” Ambrose said hotly, drawing himself up tall, and for the first time, Aiden saw him as perhaps others did: more than a little ‘otherworldly’, with his big dark eyes and ghostly pale skin, his long limbs and his rounded, downy arachnid body. “People hate driders. They think we’re creepy or scary, or that we eat their children, or wrap them up in web for later and suck them dry…”

“You don’t?” Aiden snorted. “Damn, I quite liked the idea of being able to say I’d survived a few nights with a monster…”

The hurt on Ambrose’ face cut Aiden to the quick once again.

“Ah, shit,” he said. “I’m sorry. I always run my mouth when I get uncomfortable.”

“See? I make even you uncomfortable!” he said, huge, crystal tears rolling down his pale cheeks. “And you’re a criminal and a thief!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he huffed defensively. “Just because I nick stuff for a living, doesn’t mean I hang around with creeps… Ok, maybe I do, but they’re alright. My crew is alright. We don’t steal from people who don’t deserve it, you know?”

He darted back to where his satchel still lay on the rock and scooped it up, drawing out the sparkling gems.

“The bitch who owned these has a whole vault beneath the castle. She just kept these ones in her room because they were her favourite. She also keeps a tiefling on a leash as some kind of sick pet, and she’s got a centaur whose coat she dyes baby pink and has her paraded around for her amusement. Trust me, I’ve seen monsters, and you, my friend, are not one.”

Ambrose was still crying silently, but he lowered his dark spider’s body close to the floor, legs moving seamlessly like the dwarven and goblin lifting mechanisms at the docks. “I guess I don’t want you to go yet,” he said in a small voice.

“Who said I was going anywhere?” he grinned, wondering what he was getting himself into. This wasn’t like him. Had Ambrose been anyone else, he’d have left him in the dust a long time ago, but there was something about his curious innocence, and the way he had instinctively helped the weakened naga, despite his obvious wariness of others…

Ambrose perked up visibly at that. “You… You mean you want to stay?”

“Maybe for a few more days,” he shrugged, putting the jewellery back in the sack. “Just until I feel myself again, you know?”

“This isn’t you at your best?” Ambrose joked, and he was met with an answering grin from Aiden.

“Ho boy,” Aiden beamed at him, sharp canines showing. “I’m unstoppable when I’m on top form. Just you wait.”

The exchange seemed to have cheered Ambrose up, but when Aiden asked the drider if he fancied showing him around the surrounding forest, Ambrose shrank away again, shaking his head. “I can’t,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“I… I don’t go out much.”

Well, that much was actually obvious to the naga, but still… “Just a few yards from the cave?” he said. “I’m cold and I could use some sunshine on my scales, you know?” he said, flicking his red hair playfully. It was enough to draw a little smile from Ambrose, and he agreed to accompany Aiden to the mouth of the cave, and then just a bit further.

Aiden found himself drawing the drider out more and more, both literally, and metaphorically as they laughed together over meals, or, more accurately, as Aiden scandalised him with tales of his thieving crew’s antics and escapades. However, after another four days, Aiden was certain of two things. The first was that he had stayed too long and his crew would be wondering if he’d just run off with the profits of the heist, and the second was that he was falling for this sweet, intelligent, shy, under-socialised drider faster and harder than he ever would have thought possible.

“Come with me,” he murmured, on the evening when he had decided to announce that he absolutely had to return the next day.

The two were lying beside the fire, Ambrose with all his legs tucked up adorably beneath him so that he looked like a little black cat with its paws scrunched in close to its body. He was also leaning his upper body against Aiden’s, who was coiled around Ambrose’ entire form. He was just long enough to be able to encircle him completely, the very tip of his tail just coming to rest in front of Ambrose’ spider body. Occasionally, the dark tip of his tail would twitch involuntarily, and Ambrose’ eyes would always dart down to look at it, and he would twitch his pretty lips into a little smile every time. Naturally, Aiden did it deliberately sometimes, just to watch his new friend’s reaction.

“I can’t,” Ambrose whispered hoarsely.

“Do you want to?” Aiden asked. “I mean, don’t you want to see the world? Do you really want to live out your whole life in this one cave full of spiders which you’re terrified of? How long do driders even live anyway…?”

His face crumpled. “We can live a long time,” he mumbled. “And no. Of course I don’t want to stay here alone forever.”

Aiden reached his hand out and ran the back of his fingers up the smooth, slightly fuzzy surface of the leg nearest to him. Ambrose shuddered violently and let out a gasp of shock, eyes rolling closed. When Aiden repeated the gesture, a moan spilled from Ambrose’ lips, and it was the most seductive and delicious sound that Aiden had ever heard anyone make.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “Ambrose, you… the sound you just made…”

“I’m sorry,” he panted, pink flushing his skin from collarbones all the way up to his ears. “That… That felt so good.”

“Has anyone ever touched you?”

Ambrose shook his head, his messy hair tumbling into his heavily lidded eyes.

The naga went very still and removed his fingers from the incredibly soft velvet at the ‘hip’ of Ambrose’ spider leg, where it joined his spider body. “Would you let me?” Aiden asked. “Would you let me make you feel good?”

Ambrose licked his lips and opened his glittering eyes. His pupils were huge in the dark, and he nodded slowly. “Please…”

“You want me to make you feel good?” Aiden asked again. “How far do you want to go?”

“I don’t know,” he said. His pulse beat rapidly at his throat, but he looked determined. “Will you stop if I ask you to?”

“Of course,” he said, and he couldn’t resist adding, “I know I’ve got two of them, but I’m not that much of a dick…”

Ambrose snorted, his lips hitching up on one side. “I barely have one, so…”

It was Aiden’s turn to be confused, and Ambrose’s turn to laugh.

Ambrose blushed and giggled his way through a rapid-fire lesson in drider anatomy, and Aiden was suddenly very interested. “Male driders don’t really have a… you know… I mean we do, but it only really comes all the way out when it’s mating season. Mostly it just stays inside. Even if… you know…”

“So wait, you’ve got a slit, or what?” he asked. “I mean, some male naga have both, so I’m cool with whatever you’ve got going on down there… but that’s… that’s kinda hot, you know?”

Ambrose’s answering blush was so pretty that Aiden felt his cocks stirring already, and the heat must have shown in his gaze because Ambrose’ blush only deepened when he realised. “You think…? I mean… You’re… You’re turned on by me?”

“Yes,” he hissed. “Very much so.”

“And it’s not just curiosity?”

He shook his head. “Part of it is - I do like the idea of something new - but mostly it’s just you. You’re sweet and bashful, and you deserve to be praised and told how beautiful you are. I want to give that to you.”

A single tear rolled down Ambrose’s cheek. “Alright,” he said. “How… How do you want to do this?”

A little while later, Ambrose was on his back, and Aiden was trailing his claws down his incredibly soft and wildly sensitive underbelly. Ambrose jerked and twitched and bucked, crying out and biting the back of his hand as Aiden worked him all over, just getting him used to the sensation of being touched and, quite honestly, worshipped. Aiden noticed almost immediately that Ambrose was getting wet in a very particular place on his lower body, and when he ran his fingertips over it, he discovered a slit that was slick and warm and wet.

“Can I use my mouth on you?” he asked huskily.

Ambrose whimpered and nodded his assent. “Wait,” he gasped, and the naga halted. “Are you poisonous?” His words were slurred and weak, but he cracked one dark eye open and tried unsuccessfully to focus on Aiden through the pleasure of the touches he was still receiving from Aiden’s fingertips.

The naga snorted, amused. “ ‘Venomous’ is the term you’re looking for, and no. No juice in these,” he said, flashing his canines. “Some of us are, but I’m not. Don’t worry.”

And with that, Aiden leaned his weight against the curve of Ambrose’ body and cautiously lowered his mouth to taste him. Aiden’s long tongue lapped at him, finding him slightly sweet and a little salty, and he soon discovered Ambrose’s cock seated deep inside him. As he worked his tongue repeatedly along the length of it, sometimes managing to curl the long muscle almost all the way around Ambrose’s hidden cock, he felt the walls of the slit pulse almost rhythmically, and he knew that it would feel incredible to be inside him.

When Aiden paused and voiced this aloud, Ambrose, who was quickly becoming a whining, mewling mess of limbs and heaving body, groaned, “Yes! Please…”

Aiden looked down the length of his own, scarlet red body, and bit his lip. Not only was the larger of his two cocks fully erect and weeping profusely, but the second, which usually only became fully erect during the naga’s heats, was also hard and slick. “Well, well,” he said. “Look what the sight of you like this has done to me,” he chuckled.

Ambrose managed to open his eyes with a flutter of long, dark lashes, and he smiled. “Beautiful,” he rasped. “I want you…”

Aiden shifted, coiling himself up so that he could slide easily into the slick heat of Ambrose’ sheath. The moment their cocks touched, he felt a jolt run right through him, and he gasped, clinging to Ambrose’ body. “Fuck,” he snarled. “Fuck, you’re perfect…”

Ambrose was beyond words at the sensations coursing through him.

“I’ve never felt so full,” he managed to gasp a few minutes later after Aiden had begun to rock back and forth inside him. “I… I don’t think I’m… I’m going to…” he panted, his body convulsing and shaking with over stimulation beneath Aiden. “I -” and with a rush of heat beneath Aiden, the drider came.

Spurts of thick, hot come pulsed around Aiden’s two cocks, and the naga lost his rhythm and his control, coming with a gasp a second after Ambrose.

Ambrose’ uninhibited yell of pleasure echoed off the walls of his home as he came, his body twitching and rocking with pleasure, while Aiden rammed his eyes shut, cocks buried inside him, and ground his teeth, gasping at the intensity of it. He had never come like this.

It took a while for both of them to come back to their senses, and when they did, Aiden laughed nervously and slid free of Ambrose. “You alright?” he asked, voice hoarse.

Ambrose nodded and tightened his skinny torso, abs clenching as he looked down his body to where his lower half was frankly a mess. “I think I might need to bathe tonight,” he said. Then, with a wicked glint in his eyes that Aiden would never have suspected from him, he added, “Unless you want to go again?”

“What have I unleashed?” he laughed.

In fact, they did go again, twice more, before the dawn.

As they were both tired and spent, washing clean in the freezing stream, Ambrose said quietly, “I think I will come with you.”

“What, you only want me for the sex now?” Aiden joked.

Ambrose remained serious as he said, “No. I was thinking about it before. If you promise that you will help me… I’d like to come with you. I’d like to see something of the world.”

Aiden was not expecting his heart to react in the way it did, but he flashed Ambrose a wide grin. “Great,” he said. “I promise. You’re going to love it. I just know it.”

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#mlm #exophilia #naga #drider #arachnid #spider monster #monster x monster #male monster #writing commission

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Trail And Error

Jongdae X Reader

Summary: You escaped with the boys, now you just got to get the plan moving; but seems that it’s getting harder and harder by the minute passes by.

Word count: 5.8k

You opened your eyes, looking up at the ceiling. There were emotions that you couldn’t explain as you watched the boring ceiling, willing it to change so you would have a reason to be staring.

A sigh left your lips as you sat up, putting your head in your hands as your chest tightened with things you couldn’t explain. Some part of you worried that you could be getting sick, until you remember that getting sick just couldn’t happen; as far as you knew.

The sounds of nature waking up could be heard, just outside the window. The sunlight was breaking the dawn, turning the dark sky into pastel colors of red, pink, orange, and blue.

6:02. That’s what the red numbers kept showing you, but some part of you wanted to curl back up under those covers.

Sadly, you were a morning person, never able to sleep in your old ‘home’. Now that you were out of there, you were haunted with dreams of the past and the dread of knowing what is to come.

Another sigh from you and you stood up, trying to force yourself to get moving. You shouldn’t be acting this way now, you agreed to this. This was always your doing.

But why did you feel so... Guilty?

Your body curled in slightly at the warmth that the black turtleneck brought, your arms wrapping around your stomach to become smaller. Once your jeans were buttoned on, you left the quietness of the room. The quietness of the room was starting to suffocate you, making you almost run out of the room; but you didn’t want to alert anyone.

You didn’t want anyone to start asking questions.

There were some conversations coming from downstairs, but you could tell that some of the boys were still asleep. To anyone who didn’t know what happened to all of us, these conversations would sound normal and no one would except what we actually went through to get here.

“(Y/n), you’re up.” Suho commented, looking back to see you walking through the kitchen door. It had taken you by surprise when some of them wanted to change their names, not wanting to be called what they had been.

Some part of you had wanted to change your name as well, but it would make them question you. Besides, the name you were given was doing quite well; since it was temporary. “Whoa, wait. (Y/n), you cut your hair??”

Chanyeol commented with some shock and awe, looking at your now short (h/c) hair. Your hand grabbed some of the strands and looked down at it. The memory of you cutting your hair after you were left alone in the room came back to your mind.

Of course, you were happy that you made your own decision and the fact that you had felt lighter; but you knew that you would regret it for when this is over with. Your hair was almost your prized possession.

“It looks good on you (y/n).” Kai complimented you, just waking up to grab his plate from Suho. He almost fell asleep at the table, if it wasn’t for Chanyeol kicking him under the table. Then Sehun asked, “Oh! Chen-hyung, what do you think? Like (y/n)’s new haircut?”

Chen turned his head quickly, looking at your new haircut. There was a nod from Chen as he lost his words, unsure what to say. The new haircut defined your face more, barely hidden.

When Suho handed you a plate of food, your eyes stared down at what would be the delicious food, but you couldn’t bring yourself to have an appetite. Your stomach twisted and churn at just the sight of it, so you sighed and handed your plate to Chen. “Aren’t you hungry (y/n)?”

You shook your head, making the others look at you with some worry. Suho was about to fess the important of eating, but when he turned around to start, you were already walking down the hall. You slipped into the observation room, falling onto a lounge chair.

Your eyes were glued to the large windows as the sun was fully up now, successfully chased away the night. Some part of you yearned for some hope like that, to chase away your darkness. Because you knew that these boys would turn away from you once they knew the truth.

“I don’t feel like talking...” You spoke up when you heard the door open, closing shortly after. Your eyes were watching the forest move on, not worry about the people that moved into the hidden safe house.

The mother deer moved her babies to the closet berries, the rabbits bouncing their way through the tall grass while the birds sung on. Squirrels dashed up the barks of the trees, scrambling to find their own branches.

There was some confusion when you heard nothing. You wondered if someone had actually walked in, but left you alone once again. Some part of you prayed that you weren’t alone, not wanting to be alone, but another part of you craved to be alone.

Your head turned back to see Kyungsoo standing there. He walked over and sat down on another lounge chair, but wasn’t resting back. Nope, he was sitting up straight and watching you.

Dejvu hit you, remembering exactly how you met these boys.

“Hello Dr. (s/n), my name is Dr. Lin. I’ve been waiting for your arrival.” The aged male doctor greeted you as you walked through the door. Your hair was tied back into a professional bun as you kept your hands in the pockets of your white jacket.

The man had gray wisps, showing his years, while there were wrinkles of working years on his face. But yet, he still greeted you with a warm smile that pulled his eyes into crescents.

If only they had known what you were really there for.

“Hello.” You greeted back, bowing your head. Dr. Lin stuffed his hands in his pockets, watching you. “I assume you’re ready.”

“I am.”

“Good to hear! The boys are waiting for you.” A nod came from you and he mentioned his head toward the hallway. You started walking besides Dr. Lin, making your way to the set of double doors. There were certain locks and certain triggers that caused these locks, made to happen in case of any emergency.

Unlike any other facility, these emergencies were unlike any other have seen. In case a subject got... Out of hand.

The double doors being opened caught your attention and you walked through the doors, noticing the nine boys sitting on the bed. Hidden straps kept them in place, but your enhanced vision caught them.

Their eyes were trained on you, already posing you as a threat and watching your every move. Your chest tightened in response, trying to fight something back. “Hello, my name is Dr. (s/n) (y/n). I will be your psychiatrist.”

Your neck seemed to be burning and you turned your head while touching the right side of your neck, trying to soothe the burning. Small memories played in your head as your eyes closed, some part of you yelling to get a grip.

“Now,” You forced your hand away from your neck, their eyes following every move you made. There was a seat in the middle of the room and you walked over with sitting down, sitting with a straight posture. “Let’s get started.”

“What? Have the roles been reversed now?” For some strange reason, some part of you stayed light. Kyungsoo said nothing, just staring as he was trying to find out what was wrong without having to ask anything.

A low sigh came from you as you turned your head away from him, leaning your head back against the lounge chair. He’s acting the same way he was when you had sessions with him. Just never talking.

“You should eat something. You’re gonna hurt yourself if you don’t.” Your eyes opened to look at Kyungsoo as he spoke up. Then you looked away as you couldn’t look him in the eye. “I’m not hungry.”

“You’re lying.” You still refused to look at Kyungsoo. It wasn’t that you weren’t hungry, no, you were starving. But you couldn’t stand to look at the food with your stomach twisting with guilt.

“You haven’t even eaten a full meal since we came here. You need something or you’re gonna collapse.” Kyungsoo argued with you and some part of you wondered if that was a good thing. Maybe they would leave you behind for them to find and you won’t have to face these boys again.

You don’t know how to make this right.

All of this... This is all wrong. It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

“We’re out of there.” Sehun said with disbelief. You eyes were staring blankly at the floorboard as a hole started to gnaw in your chest. Your hands were clasped tightly, knuckles starting to turn white from the pressure.

Minseok, now Xiumin, was driving; the oldest out of all of us and seeming to remember how to before the time here. Chen leaned forward and gently grabbed my clasped hands. “(Y/n)... Are... Are you okay?”

He hesitantly asked, making you look up at him. Chen let go of your hands while reaching forward to wipe the blood splatters off of your face, crimson blossoming on the white sleeve of the uniforms they were given. :Chanyeol, warm up her hands. She’s freezing.”

Chanyeol reached over and took my clasped hands into his, giving me a soft smile. Lay whispered, “I’m sorry we couldn’t have saved him (y/n)...”

You were still quiet, keeping your knuckles clasped even tighter. Chanyeol said, “Don’t worry (y/n), it’s gonna be okay from here on out. We’re sticking together now. We’re gonna get through this; all of us.”

Your eyes stared at him, trying to see any hint of lie in his warm eyes. But you found none, which worsened your ache in your chest. The warm look in his eyes, trying to cheer you up, caused your stomach to knot as the unfamiliar feeling blossomed in the large hole that your shell was hiding.

It had felt like forever before we found the safe house, where we are to wait till reinforcements are to come get them. That’s what he told us... That the boys would be free...

Once the van was parked, the boys ran into the house and enjoying the sights of seeing something beyond their cells. You stayed outside to stare out into the forest, looking a peaceful young doe.

As you leaned against the van, you slowly uncurled your tight hands and looked down at the small device in your hand. The device had left imprints int oyour hands, making you sigh before stuffed it in your pocket.

You turned on your heel and started to walk into the house, when you bumped into Suho. “There you are. I thought I was going to have to come get you. You were taking a while.”

“Just... Clearing my head...” He nodded, thinking that you were still upset about your friend’s death. His hand gently patted your shoulder, giving you the silent way of telling you that you weren’t alone, but you knew that in reality; you were always alone.

As you made your way inside, the little red dot was barely blinking, but signaling your location with the boys.

You shouldn’t have done this... You weren’t excepting everything to go downhill so fast! It wasn’t that you were caught by the boys, but it felt worse than that. But the guilt was slowly eating you alive. What were going to do now?

As you were laying down in your bed, staring at the ceiling once more, your hand placed over your beating heart. That’s all it used to be. An organ that continued to pump you through the hell that you were assigned to do, but... But it seemed different now to you.

“(Y/n)?” There was a knock on the door and you looked over to see Suho walking in, shutting the door behind him. He smiled politely at you and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking like a concern mother. “Are you going to eat?”

“No... I’m-”

“I swear if you say that you’re not hungry, I”m going to lose it. You need to eat and that’s final. Understand me?” You stared at him, unsure how to process what he was saying. No one had ever made sure that you were eating okay or even ate.

The place where you were from only wanted a puppet to control, they didn’t care about your well being. Just thinking of that place made your stomach twist, knowing you were sending these boys there.

They deserve better...

You thought sadly, looking away. Suho sighed and walked over, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Look (Y/n), I know you’re hurting, but please... You need to eat before something bad happens to you. You’re going to kill yourself like this. You don’t need to eat much if you don’t want to, just enough to keep you going.”

You knew you weren’t going to win with them, so you nodded instead. A smile came on Suho’s face and he let out a breath of relief, standing to his feet. He was glad that you were finally eating. He felt responsible for you, just as he did for the 8 boys.

What you didn’t understand was that these boys see you as one of their own and they would do anything to help you like you helped them.

“(Y/n)! You’re out of your room!” Baekhyun said in excitement, standing up. The rest looked your way, seeing that you were indeed out of your room. Kyungsoo left the kitchen with a plate and handed it to you, giving you a nod.

You sat, alone, at the table while the boys were doing their own thing. But your attention was caught when the chair besides you scraped. Your eyes looked over to see Chen with his own plate. “You looked lonely.”

A small smile graced your lips as you lowered your head, hiding it while picking up your fork. Though, you were taking little bites, you were still eating and regaining the energy that you needed. “It’s really good, huh (Y/n)?”

Chanyeol asked, sliding into a seat from across him. Chen gave Chanyeol an annoyed look, was enjoying the fact that it was just the two of you; in peace. “Yeah, glad to see you eating (Y/n). Do you know how long we were waiting for you to eat? Some of us were thinking that you actually weren’t human!”

Baekhyun exclaimed with a laugh, falling back on the couch. You paused, the fork still in your mouth, as your head lifted to look at him.

Do they know? There’s no way that they could figure it out, I thought I covered every clue. There’s no way they could know... Right?

“How much longer do you think that we will have to wait here (Y/n)?” Kai asked and you looked toward your plate. They always looked toward you for answers. “Not much longer.”

You kept reminding yourself that it was almost over, so you should stop feeling guilty. This was your mission, your job.

“That’s what you said last time. We’ve been waiting for over a week.” Sehun whined, looking at you. Suho quietly scolded him and you gnawed the inside of your cheek, standing up abruptly.

This was a mistake. They shouldn’t have tasked you. You weren’t ready... You shouldn’t have came.

“I don’t feel well, I’m just going to head off...” You mumbled, leaving the room before anyone could say anything. The door shut behind you and you leaned your back against it, sliding down to the floor while your knees pulled up to your chest.

It felt like you were suffocating. You were breaking protocols, but some part of you didn’t care about that. The facility would freak if they saw you like this, your ‘family’ would disown you and call you weak.

You let your head hit the door in frustration as your grip tightened on your knees, trying to get a hold of your own thoughts. But it seemed like you were stuck in a whirlwind of confusion, not even your own past seemed right to you.

“We have reports of nine subjects; just like you 72.” Your eyes looked over to the man standing there. The white coated buttoned and the files in his hands. He placed the files on the desk. Your (e/c) eyes flicked toward the file while your dirty (h/c) hair fall in front of your face, making you look scarier than you could be.

“There used to be 12, but 3 went off the radar.” You processed the information. 3 subjects managed to escape these clutches? “What do you need me to do?”

“Well, you will be going undercover. You will get these subjects away from EXO, bring them to us. EXO lost their right to have them when they let 3 of them escape from them. Do you understand your mission 72?”

“Yes.”

"No.” No, you don’t understand your mission anymore. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the red light blinking; taunting you of what you’ve done. A growl came from the back of your throat and you jumped to your feet, throwing the small device against the wall.

Your eyes trained on the shattered pieces falling toward the ground, the red light going out as your fists were clenched. “(Y/n)?”

The door opened and your head turned to watch Chen walk into the room. He noticed your state and sighed ever so slightly, sitting down at the desk. “(Y/n), you don’t have to keep everything bottled up. You helped us, so let us help you. If you’re still hurting because of your friend’s death...”

Chen’s words fuzzed in your ear as you tried to realize what he was saying. A friend? No, he was no friend... Since you were the one who killed him.

“Okay, (Y/n), we got them. They’re by the exit like we plan- wait... What are you doing?” He words stopped when he saw you leaned over the main computer, his steps stopping you completely.

You straightened up at hearing his voice, your chest dropping with dread. The flashing red lights darkened the room, setting the scene for the disaster that’ll soon come to happen.

“You weren’t supposed to be in here Jackson. How did you even find me?” He looked at you in shock, not understand what you’re saying. “I’m not supposed to in here?! You’re not supposed to be in here! Your earpiece, it’s tracked!”

“Jackson, why did you have to come looking for me?”

“We were worried about you (Y/n)... We thought you were hurt. I came to get you, so we could leave together.” He looked at you and you prayed that he wouldn’t piece it together, but you knew better than that. “You’re not... One of them... Or us... Why?”

“Jackson... Don’t piece the puzzle together.” Some part of you didn’t want to do what you would have to do, but it was going to happen either way; no matter at which you looked at it. There was no loop hole.

Jackson walked toward you, pointing toward the screen. “What’s so important about this (Y/n)?! What are you taking?!”

“Don’t do this Jackson.”

“No. I’ve been completely honest with you since the day we met, but it seems like you haven’t been honest with any of us. Why did you even apply to this job? Why were you so eager to break them out? WHY?!” He pointed his gun at your head, trying to get the answers he needed. “ANSWER ME!”

“Don’t make me do this. I don’t want to do this! I DON’T!” You felt yourself snapping. In a blink of an eye, Jackson was off of the ground with you holding him by the collar of his shirt. His eyes widened at your strength and your breathing was heavy. “You’re pissing me off Jackson, I’m going to do things that I’ll regret, but you’re not giving me much a choice.”

Jackson noticed something peeking out from your collar. You were taken off guard when Jackson moved the collar of your turtleneck, seeing the 72 brand. “You’re one of them... But... Not here... You’re a spy.”

A growl came from your throat, throwing Jackson. He crashed into a row of monitors, taking them with him as he crashed into another metal row that was holding more monitors. His arms wrapped around his midsection as he coughed, feeling the pain coursing through his veins. “You shouldn’t have poked your nose in where you didn’t belong Jackson.”

Jackson pulled himself siting up and leaned back against the desk, continuing to hold his midsection as he was trying to catch his breath. His hand wiped the blood from his mouth as he ignored the blood running down the side of his head where he met a corner of a monitor. “You were always too smart for your own good. I knew that you were going to be trouble when I first met you.”

Jackson closed his eyes, knowing what he had to do. You were gripping the side of the desk, not wanting to hurt him. But protocols are protocols. So, you pushed yourself off of the desk and started walking toward where he was hidden.

“I prayed that you would be stupider for just once.” Jackson looked at his pistol, noticing his mag missing and he started looking around for it. He heard your footsteps and worried for his own safety, especially since he knows that you’re one of them, but not what you could do. Plus, he’s weaponless. “I didn’t want to do this.”

You looked around the desk, just to see empty space. It annoyed you, because you didn’t feel like chasing him. But you needed to. “But it seems like even the gods don’t have pity on me or you.”

“What are you talking about (Y/n)?” Your head turned to the right where you heard Jackson’s voice. “(Y/n) isn’t my name. It’s 72. I’ve been put on a mission to bring back the 9 subjects, because you guys aren’t fit to handle them, and take out EXO once and for all. It all would have been fine if you had just STAYED OUT OF IT! THERE WOULDN’T BE ANY NECESSARY MEANS FOR THIS!”

You overturned a desk in anger, feeling your chest bubbling. Suddenly, you turned around and raised a hand. The bullet bounced off the shield that protected you and you tsked your tongue. “Oh Jackson, you shouldn’t have done that.”

You walked over toward where he was hiding since he exposed himself. He tried to get up, but you kicked the desk. A pained cry came from him as the desk fell on his legs, trapping him as he pushed the monitors away from him.

But he couldn’t find his gun. His hand searched around for it, finally founding the handle of it in relief. But that relief was cut short when your heel pressed against his wrist as you picked up the weapon. “You don’t have to do this (Y/n)...”

“You don’t listen, do you? My name isn’t (Y/n). I wish I didn’t have to do this, but I do.”

“(Y/n)-” BANG! You lowered the weapon, looking at his still body. Blood started pooling around his head as felt yourself go numb. “You never listened...”

You walked over toward the computer and pulled out the flash drive, tucking it in your pocket before snatching the locator, hijacking it contact your facility. Once it was ready, you turned around and shot the main computer; destroying everything EXO was.

As you headed toward the exit, you looked over at Jackson’s dead body and tossed the gun toward his still body. “I told you. (Y/n)’s not my name.”

The door shut behind you and you were surrounded by armed guards, but you knew their bullets were nothing but high electricity. An annoyed growl came from you and you rolled your head back, fists tightened with the instinct to fight. “You sure you want to do this?”

The grip tightening on their guns answered your question and you shrugged, kicking the first you could reach back. You ran for the wall, jumping on it to boost yourself as you pushed your knees into his chest to push him to the ground.

One punch and he was out as you stole his gun, turning around. “Alright, none of you have ran yet. Let’s see what this can do.”

The gun dropped from your hands as you dusted them, walking away from the guards who twitched on the ground. Now, let’s go find the boys and get them out of here.

It wasn’t hard to find the exit. Now, here comes the act. You acted like you had been running for your life and their eyes lit up in relief when they saw you. Immediately, Chen wrapped his arms around you and whispered, “You’re okay...”

Your chest, you heart... It was acting weird again. Suho stepped toward you, noticing something wrong, “(Y/n), where’s Jackson?”

Acting skills came in now. You looked up with a dazed look, Sehun catching on as he gasped. Minseok lowered his head solemnly, the rest of the boys easily catching on what was wrong. Suho took a deep breath, looking at all of us. “Let’s get out of here before they find us. Kyungsoo, get us out of here.”

Kyungsoo nodded and kicked down the door. Chen kept his arm around you as you guys left, leaving that place behind for good.

“Chen?”

“Yeah?” Chen looked at you, ready to listen to anything you had to say. You couldn’t even look him in the eye, staring at the ground. “What is it (Y/n)?”

“Have... Have you ever wanted to protect people, but you knew that it was wrong or well... You were taught that it was wrong.”

“(Y/n)... Is there something that you’re not telling us?” You gulped, feeling your stomach flipping into knots. “What... Would you do?”

“I would do what I believed was right, not letting anyone decide for me.” A nod came from you and you took a shaky breath, standing up. “Then I know what I have to do.”

“What’s going on (Y/n)?” You couldn’t answer him. Anything you would say would cause them to lose their trust and right now, you needed that more than ever for this to work. “Come on.”

You left the room, Chen following behind quickly. He didn’t understand why you were acting like this. The rest of the boys were in the living room and you said, “We’re leaving.”

“But they’re not here yet.”

“Doesn’t matter. We gotta go.”

“What’s going on (Y/n)?” Suho stood up, looking at you. You stared at him and gnawed on the inside of your cheek. “Do you trust me?”

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” You asked again, praying that they would. Suho looked confused at your question. “O- of course we do! What’s going on though?”

“If you trust me, then you would get into that van right now.” They all looked confused, not understanding what you were saying. But soon, they were leaving and you looked back at the house.

You were going rouge from here on out.

“(Y/n)-”

“I’m driving.” Xiumin looked confused, but slid out of the seat. You climbed in and held the steering wheel in a tight grip, Chen sliding into the passenger seat. He looked at you worriedly and you let out a deep breath, driving off.

“Will you explain anything to us?” Suho asked from the back and you kept your eyes glued to the road. “There’s a second facility after you. Worse than EXO.”

“Were you waned?” Kyungsoo asked and you turned, not able to look at any of them. “Something like that. Just trust-”

“(Y/N)! LOOK OUT!” Chen yelled and you looked up quickly, yanking the steering wheel left as the van flipped from the sharp turn. Your eyes closed tight as you stopped the van rolling with a shield. The boys in the back were now on the roof of the overturned van and you were hanging in your seat, along with Chen.

Pained groans came from the others as you reached for the latch, dropping onto the roof. Your head hit the steering wheel on the way and you opened the door, crawling yourself out.

The door opened in the back and Chen pulled himself out of his door. You used the van to help yourself stand up as you looked at the blockade. “All of you okay?”

Suho called out as he stood, helping the others get up. Kyungsoo noticed the blockade and said, “Who are they?”

“Are they those you warned us about?” Chanyeol asked while looking toward you. Your eyes were narrowed as you looked at the blockade, nodding. Chen stood next to you, seeming ready to fight.

All of them were ready to fight. But you? You didn’t want to fight. You didn’t want them to fight.

“Did you really think that you could run 72? You were breaking protocol?” The doctor in charge asked you as he looked away. Yixing looked toward you and asked, “(Y/n)... Are you...”

“I never meant for any of this to happen.” You admitted. But all the boys caught that. The doctor grinned and said, “You did well bringing them 72.”

“You work for them?!” Sehun yelled, hurt in his eyes. You yelled back, not understanding the pain you were feeling, “I never meant for any of this to happen!”

“You betrayed us...” Chen whispered, stepping away from you. You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. “I never meant for any of this...”

“W- we trusted you!” Baekhyun yelled and you felt your throat close, no words being able to come out. “I’m sorry... Remember that.”

You looked toward the blockade before looking at the van. Your arms crossed as you focused, never using your defense for an offensive. But you were going to try.

The force of your shield sent the van into the SUV’s setting up the blockade and you snapped, “I won’t let you take them! You got that?!”

“I see that you weren’t ready for this 72, it was our mistake.” Your eyes narrowed at his words. Yes, you knew that you weren’t ready this type of mission, but you would be forever thankful for them. They gave you... Hope.

You weren’t a puppet for them. You were your own person. No other way to change that. If there was any hope on your side, you prayed that it would be the guys. To get them far away from here. You wanted them safe, at all cost.

“Sehun!”

“Luhan?” The boys turned around to see three familiar figures. Suho’s eyes widened and Kris said, “You didn’t think we forgot about you. Now, did we? We got a place for you guys, to be free.”

Chen looked away from the group and looked toward you, his fists clenching. You head turned as you could feel him looking and you smiled sadly, mouthing, “Thank you.”

Even though Chen was hurt, he didn’t want you gone. His body turned to you fully, somehow sensing what you were about to do.

Luhan walked up to Kai and said, “We’re going to need your help. You need to teleport all of us to the spot I show you. Got it?”

Kai nodded and Chanyeol grabbed Chen’s arm, shaking his head. Chen looked back at you, then back at his family. Everyone was grabbing each other, holding on tight as Luhan placed his hand against Kai’s head.

You smiled when you saw that they were leaving. “Looks like it was mission failed. Oops.”

You said with a small smile, looking at the doctor. His eyes widened and he ordered, “STOP THEM!”

“I don’t think so.” One of your hands pointed to the others, a shield protecting them. The doctor’s eyes widened and you shrugged. “What now doc? Everything’s gone.”

The flash drive was dropped before you smashed it with your heel, officially destroying everything. Anger would be sugarcoating how the doctor felt, but you didn’t care. “There’s one thing that you forgot about 72. You can only have one shield at a time. You’re so inexperienced.”

“I didn’t forget about that.” Your eyes narrowed as the doctor pieced everything together. He quickly grabbed for the gun while screaming, “Wait, don’t-!”

Chen broke his arm from Chanyeol’s grasp as his family disappeared, seeing the red dots on your body. Lightning crackled around his body and he pounded against the side, anger overtaking his body. He heard the doctor try to stop, “Wait, don’t-”

But the soldiers had their orders before hand. Kill the threats. They had thought that the backup would be more, but they weren’t wrong. So they listened to their original orders and you body twisted as the bullet shot through your shoulder.

The force field dropped and Chen was by your side, picking you up while holding your wound. Your eyes widened and you said, “Why didn’t you leave you idiot?”

“You can’t call me an idiot. Not after what you did.” Your head shook, feeling like you failed. Soldiers surrounded both of them, special cuffs in hand. Cuffs to block off abilities; had to be created because of them. “We will fix you 72.”

The doctor said as he walked toward you. Soldiers grabbed at Chen as he struggled to break out, lightning starting to crackle around him. 3 soldiers went down before they got the cuffs on him, making him fall to his knees from the dizziness that he felt.

You were yanked up by your wounded shoulder, making you cry in pain. Chen roared, “Keep your hands off of her.”

“We will get you back to how you were 72. I promise.” The doctor said as you were cuffed. Your eyes glared at him and he smirked, chuckling to himself. Soldiers threw you in the back of the nearest and undamaged SUV. Chen looked at you and asked, “Are you okay?”

“I just got shot in the shoulder. I’m peachy.” He scooted closer to you and lifted his arms. Your eyes looked at him and he pulled you into his side as he draped his arms around you. “Why did you come back for me? You should have ran.”

“Never.” Chen said holding you a bit tighter, not wanting to let you go. The doctor grinned sadistically when he saw Chen holding you. “So this is why you broke protocol? It’s going to fun to break you once again 72.”

With that, he slammed the door close and the SUV headed off.

#exo #chen x reader #exo lucky one #exo au

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isitgintimeyet · 5 years

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The Ties That Bind

AO3

Thanks to all of you for reading. Hope you enjoy this chapter - there’s a member of the Fraser clan that Claire has not yet met - time to rectify that.

Thanks to @mo-nighean-rouge for the beta.

Chapter 14 : A New Addition

“The baby is real pretty, dressed up in its nice little clothes. It has black eyes and the dearest, tiny hands.”

“I must go and see it. I just love babies,” said Anne, smiling to herself over a thought too dear and sacred to put into words.

- L. M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams

Jamie entered his living room, precariously balancing two mugs of tea, a packet of chocolate Hobnobs and two Kit Kats.

“Jamie, really, more? Are you not stuffed after that dinner we’ve just eaten? Mrs. Crook certainly believes in hearty portions.”

Claire snuggled into the end of the sofa as Jamie deposited his goodies on the coffee table and joined her. He stretched out along the length of the sofa and rested his head in her lap. He checked his mobile then reached for the remote control and switched the television on.

“Alright, so, Bread week.” Jamie said joyfully, as the opening credits for The Great British Bake Off started.

“I don’t get it.” Claire responded. “For someone who is not culinarily gifted, you do like to watch a lot of cookery programmes.”

“Weel, I suppose ‘tis the end product I’m interested in. But ye watch them too, Sassenach, and ye’re no’ talented in that department either. But hush, now, Signature Challenge and it’s teacakes.”

They sat and watched the television in silence, broken only by the occasional unwrapping of a biscuit.

“Dear God!” Jamie exclaimed during the Technical Challenge. “This is the filthiest thing on tv! Can ye hear him talking about making this loaf? Going on about making yer balls tight and driving yer finger through? And now she’s goin’ fer it too, asking if he flours his finger or oils it! Food porn, that’s what this is!”

Jamie reached for his phone again, checked the screen and placed it back on the arm of the sofa.

“Why do you keep looking at your phone?”

“Weel, mebbe I’m mitherin’ unnecessarily, but I texted Jenny nigh on four hours ago and I’ve no’ heard back. That isna like her. I reckon she’s havin’ the bairn. ‘Twas due three days ago.”

“If that was the case, wouldn’t you be asked to look after Jamie?”

“Nah, Ian’s parents have come down tae stay and take care o’ him. I couldna do it, if I was at work.”

“Well there’s nothing you can do, just relax and you’ll find out soon enough.”

Jamie tried his best to relax and think about other things. That proved to be surprisingly easy as, with his head still in her lap, Claire slowly ran her fingers through Jamie’s ginger curls. He moaned in pleasure as her fingers pressed against his scalp, finding and releasing points of tension.

Jamie shifted his head and reached his hands up to Claire’s face, bringing her lips down to his.

“Jamie,” Claire pulled away slightly. “Do you not want to watch the end of Bake Off?”

“Nah,” Jamie’s eyes never left her face. “I ken how it ends. Someone wins star baker, someone else is going home and someone else has made a bread sculpture that looks like a cock. It’s always the same.”

“But ye, Sassenach,” Jamie continued as he began to unbutton her shirt. “Ye are never the same. So, switch off that television, go upstairs and get in ma bed.”

“And if I don’t?” Claire challenged, teasingly.

“Ye’re no’ that heavy. Now if ye willna walk, I shall pick ye up and throw ye over my shoulder. D’ye want me tae do that?”

Claire ran her hands up his arms and across his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex under his shirt.

“Ooh, yes. Yes please.”

******

The red digits on the clock radio by the side of the bed flashed 11:30. They hadn’t drawn the curtains earlier when Jamie carried Claire into his bedroom, so the room was gently lit from the street.

To Claire, this room was the very essence of Jamie. The clean, strong lines of the furniture, primarily functional, were softened by the many family photos dotted around. A set of dumbbells lay in the corner of the room ready for Jamie’s morning routine. And the smell was an intoxicating mix of fresh fabric softener and cedar and sandalwood from his favourite Chanel cologne, cut through with a scent that was uniquely Jamie.

Claire snuggled closer into Jamie’s chest and inhaled deeply. Frank had always preferred sharp, citrus scents and, fastidious almost to the point of obsession, there was never any other male aroma. Even straight after lovemaking, Frank would head to the bathroom and emerge freshly scrubbed and antiseptic. Claire preferred to lie and cuddle… yet another example of her inadequacies.

She stretched her aching limbs. There was a whole range of facets to her and Jamie’s lovemaking, from the slow and languid - their every move seemingly in slow motion, every individual touch appreciated and savoured - to the hot and heavy, their bodies coming together frantically in desperate need, a race to reach their peaks together. Tonight had been more of the latter, with their orgasms coming quickly and in pretty close synchronisation. And now she felt relaxed, satisfied and content. She inhaled again, breathing in that particular eau de Jamie.

“Are ye sniffing me? Do I smell that bad? Should I go take a shower?”

Jamie lay on his back. Claire flung her leg across his abdomen, pinning him to the mattress.

“No, stay here a while, like this. You don’t smell bad, you just smell like you… and us… and sex.” Claire nibbled his earlobe.

Laughing, Jamie pulled her on top of him. “Well then, come here. Bite me some more.”

The ping of Jamie’s phone interrupted them. Claire rolled off as Jamie read the message.

“It’s from Ian. Jenny’s had the bairn. Born at 10:48 this evening,” he read to Claire. ”A little girl, Margaret Ellen, weight six pounds and five ounces. Normal delivery. Labour 5 hours. Everyone fine. Coming home tomorrow.”

Jamie sat up. “That’s great news. See, I knew something was amiss. Did I no’ tell ye? We can go and see her and the bairn tomorrow afternoon. Ye said ye’re no’ working.”

Claire followed suit and leant back against the headboard. “Really, tomorrow? You want me to invite myself round to your sister’s for the first time eighteen hours after she’s given birth?”

“Aye, weel, I’m goin’ round and I want ye tae come wi’ me. And like Ian said in the text, ‘twas a normal delivery and the labour was no’ too long, Jenny’ll be fine.”

“Be fine? And how many times have you given birth? I did a rotation in Obstetrics and let me tell you, there’s a reason it’s called labour. It’s bloody hard work, even with a normal delivery. Imagine trying to push a bowling ball out, while you’ve got food poisoning and you’re being kicked in the gonads every two minutes. No? Can’t imagine? Well that’s what I’ve heard it compared to.” Claire went into full doctor mode as Jamie’s face screwed up. “Not to mention any ripping or…”

“Enough, enough. I get it. How about a compromise? I text Ian in the morning and we’ll go round if he thinks Jenny feels up tae it?”

Claire nodded.

“Fine. Now, I believe ye were jes’ about tae bite me some more.” Jamie said as he pulled Claire down onto the pillows.

*************

Ian opened the front door, a small child clamped tightly to his leg. “Come in. Welcome and ye must be Claire. We’ve heard a awfa lot about ye. And ye ken this wee chap, don’t ye?” Ian lifted the little boy into his arms. “Jamie, look who’s come tae see ye. Remember the doctor that fixed yer arm? She’s come tae see ye with Uncle Jamie. Are ye goin’ tae say hello?”

Wee Jamie held out his arms toward his uncle. Jamie grabbed him and pulled him close.

“‘Lo.” He greeted Claire with a sweet smile and wiggled his hands. “Look. All better now.”

Claire took his hand. “That’s really good. Hello Ian, pleased to meet you.”

Jamie moved into the hallway. “Are they in there?” He nodded in the direction of the living room.

His nephew pulled Jamie’s face close to his. “Ye’ve come fer see me, Unca.”

“Aye, we have, lad. But I jes’ need tae say hello tae yer mam. Manners, remember.”

As they walked into the room, Ian whispered to Claire. “There’s been a wee bit of jealousy this morning. Jamie’s no’ too good at sharing his mam. I’ll jes’ go and put the kettle on, shall I?”

Annoyingly, Claire had to agree that Jamie was right. Considering she had given birth less than twenty-four hours before, Jenny looked remarkably well, not to say blooming, with only the slightest grimace on her face as she shifted position. The baby was asleep in a Moses basket next to her chair.

Jamie leant over to kiss his sister. “Jenny, this is Claire.”

As Claire was about to extend her hand to shake, Jenny reached up and pulled Claire to her, kissing her warmly on the cheek. “Och, I’m that glad tae meet ye. Sae nice to put a face tae yer name. Jamie’s been bletherin’ on about ye for weeks.” She paused for a second. “Ye ken I mean my brother, no’ Wee Jamie.”

“Nah, dinna be tellin’ her that. She’ll be thinkin’ I’m a softie. Now, let me see my niece.”

Jenny gently lifted the sleeping baby out of the basket. Wee Jamie reluctantly allowed their uncle to set him down. Jamie sat next to Jenny and cradled the new addition to the family.

Wee Jamie scowled at this latest indication of treachery and moved over to Claire.

“We have a present for you, Jamie.” Claire said, rummaging in her bag.

“Fer me, no fer Maggie.”

“Weel,” his uncle joined in the conversation. “We have a wee present fer yer sister too. ‘Tis only fair now, is it no’?”

Jamie nodded reluctantly as he unwrapped the box Claire had given him. “Oh, oh, Spideyman blast ‘n’ go bike. ‘Sno fer babies, though.”

Claire handed another present to Jenny. “It’s Marks and Spencer. So if you don’t like it, you can return it. I’ve got the receipt.”

Jenny lifted up the pink gingham top with matching pink leggings. “Oh, it’s beautiful. Thank ye. Ye have verra good taste and no’ jes’ in men!”

Claire watched Jamie with his niece. She knew that for such a large man, he could be remarkably gentle but nevertheless, she still thrilled as he lightly cupped Maggie’s head and traced his finger along her cheek then pressed his lips to the soft, dark down on the top of her head. A warm feeling engulfed her. This could be them in a few years’ time.

Without a word, Jamie looked across at Claire and passed the baby over.

Ian came in with a tray laden with mugs of tea and biscuits and began to pass them around. He set a mug to one side for Claire.

Claire instinctively lowered her face to the baby, breathing in that essence of newborn baby. She looked up to see Jenny watching her, before exchanging glances with her brother and smiling in approval.

******

After visiting for an hour or so, Jamie could see that Jenny was starting to tire, so they made their goodbyes and promised to return a few days later.

As they buckled their seat belts in the car, Jamie turned to Claire and, with far too studied a casual air, enquired, “Do ye think ye would like children? At some point, I mean, no’ right now obviously?”

“Yes, not at this moment, but I would like a couple of children. How about you?”

“Same as ye, I think. Mebbe in a couple o’ years and mebbe three or four. I do like to think about that, doing things as a family, campin’, walkin’, playin’ games.”

“So that’s what the future holds for you, then, is it?”

Jamie reached over and entwined his fingers with Claire’s. “I like tae think that’s what the future holds fer us.”

#outlander fanfic #outlander fan fiction #the ties that bind #chapter 14 #Jamie Fraser #claire beauchamp #wee jamie too

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thegazettefanfiction · 5 years

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Home (Aoi)

(Y/n) was awoken by the sound of a baby cooing through the speaker of the baby monitor she placed on her nightstand. Groaning as she fought sleepiness, she sat up to check the time – which was already 8 a.m. – before dragging her feet towards the nursery, where the coo was gradually becoming louder. She slowly opened the door, making sure to not startle the woken guest, and walked towards the wooden cot. As she approached it, the baby, who was laying on a light blue mattress with tiny yellow duck prints, looked up and smiled, to which his mother return one.

“Good morning,” she greeted softly, earning another coo from the infant. “Are you ready for another day?” She reached in to unzip the grey baby blanket, revealing a white onesie with a print of an elephant carrying a peanut with the caption “little peanut” at the bottom. With one hand cradling the back of his neck and another on his bum, she brought the baby up to her chest, letting him rest on her shoulder as she left the room to do his daily care. Once he was taken care of, she placed him inside a hanging baby hammock with his favourite fox plush before going off start her day.

As soon as she stepped out of her room after changing into a new set of clothes, she heard the door unlocked, followed by someone stepping into the apartment and said, “I’m home!”

(Y/n) rushed to the door and hugged the man as she said, “Welcome home.” The couple shared a hug before she pulled away to look at him in the eyes. “How was work?”

“Pretty tiring,” he replied while handing his bag to her, to which she willingly took as he bent down to take off his shoes. “But we managed to complete our ninth album on time. What about you? Have you started a new story?”

(Y/n) shrugged. “Well,” she began. “I’ve been busy taking care of our little prince to even think of a storyline.”

Before the GazettE’s guitarist Aoi met (Y/n), she was a famous author known for her collection of short horror stories “(Book title)”, which became an international bestseller translated into many languages. Many directors approached her for its film adaptation, but despite what everyone told her, obstinate (Y/n) declined every one of those offers. From there, she released one dystopian novel and a fantasy trilogy, both became as popular as her debut work. Despite rejecting multiple film adaptation offers, she was still laughing to the bank thanks to her success.

Now, one would certainly think, “How on earth did a young author with much versatility in her works meet a guitarist from a once small visual kei band that’s now growing internationally?”

It all started when (Y/n) was having a book signing for her novel “(Title)” in Books Kinokuniya Tokyo. Reita, who was a huge fan of her work, heard of the event and wanted to have his copy autographed badly. But with his busy schedule in the way, he felt that there was no way he could attend the event, so he sadly forewent it in the end.

However, his crestfallen expression didn’t escape Aoi, and the latter didn’t like that look. As a friend and a bandmate, he didn’t want something like their work stop the bassist from doing something else. To boot, the latter’s birthday was just around the corner, and the day of the signing was on the same day as their photoshoot for their sixth studio album “Division”, so this was the right opportunity for him to do something for his friend and colleague; whether it was coincidence or not.

It was late at night when the band had finished their photoshoot. Aoi left unnoticed and hopped onto his bike, making his way towards Takashimaya Shibuya where he parked the vehicle outside and went into the building. As he made his way towards the bookstore, he saw the queue was starting to get shorter. The guitarist joined the crowd, making him the last one in the line. When it was his turn, he took out a notebook and flipped to an empty page before handing it to the seemingly tired author.

“Just left work?” she asked with a friendly smile.

“Yeah,” he replied, courteously returning one. “My friend couldn’t make it, so I thought I’d get your signature on his behalf.”

“That’s really nice of you,” she commented before bringing the notebook closer to her. “So what would you like me to write for your friend?”

Aoi took a moment to think before replying, “Maybe wish him a happy birthday?”

With the black Sharpie in her hand, (Y/n) wrote her wish to the man named Reita and then left her signature at the bottom. As he watched her wrote, he couldn’t help but glance at her a few times, taking in her appearance. Although she was tired after spending hours sitting behind the desk and signing probably at least a hundred times, he sorted of found her attractive. Maybe it was her dulcet tone that complemented her, making her sound appealing to him. He could see why she had a lot of male fans going after her, judging by the various comments he saw on her social media.

After getting what he wanted, he thanked her with a bow before going home. He neatly ripped out the page she signed on – being very, very careful not to tear any parts of the paper – and put it in a glass frame. He then placed the picture frame into a small cardboard box and closed it, wrapping the whole thing with a white wrapping paper that had gold “Happy birthday” written all over. He stared at his work triumphantly before going to bed with a smile.

When Reita’s birthday came, Aoi gave him the gift, and the bassist couldn’t stop marvelling at (Y/n)’s beautiful handwriting, to quote the latter. Seeing that he was contented with the gift, Aoi decided to take to Twitter and privately send the author a message to thank her for giving him her signature. Honestly, he didn’t expect her to reply, for he thought that judging by how successful she was, there was no way she was going to see that message. But lo and behold, she did and even replied. From there, they got to know more about each other and eventually went out for a meal, then they started dating for a good five years until he decided to pop the question; the rest was history.

Of course, Reita was jealous that his friend got to marry his celebrity crush, but nevertheless, he gave them their blessing.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” assured Aoi, who looked up and ruffled her hair with his free hand. After placing his shoes at the side, he put on a pair of house slippers before going into the apartment. “Now where is our little prince?” As if on cue, the baby cooed from the living room. Aoi went in and saw the hanging hammock gently bouncing up and down. He looked in to see the infant, who was now wearing another white onesie that said “Daddy’s drinking buddy” with a print of a milk bottle in the middle, smiling at him with one hand gripping on the orange fox plush.

“Hello,” greeted the father, earning another coo from the child. “How are you? Have you been good to Mama while I was gone? I hope you haven’t forgotten that I’m Papa.” All the baby could do was coo once more.

“He has been a good boy all this while,” said (Y/n), who returned to the living room after putting his bag in his studio. “He’s been sleeping throughout the night, and only cries when he’s tired or hungry or need a diaper change.”

“Is that so?” responded the man, who reached in to bring the baby to his chest and began swaying gently. “What can I say? He’s our son. Oh, yeah. The guys are planning to come over this Saturday. Is it alright with you, or do you prefer another time?”

“I don’t mind this weekend,” assured (Y/n). “I miss their company. It’s always nice to have them around. I actually enjoy watching them play with (son’s name).”

“Do you remember how awkward Kai was with (son’s name)?” asked Aoi.

His wife chuckled at the memory, saying, “Oh, yes. I remembered that he was so uncertain of how to carry a baby that he didn’t even want to because he was afraid that he’ll drop (son’s name). But we can’t really blame him for that. He is a single child, so I think he had less experience with younger kids. Anyway, I plan to cook breakfast. Would you like some?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “That’ll be nice. Has the little prince eaten?”

“Yes, he has.” was (Y/n)’s reply before going into the kitchen, leaving him to have a father-and-son bonding session in the living room.

Aoi watched his wife’s disappearing figure as he thought about his life up ‘til now. He never thought someone like would ever finally settle down with a wife who stuck by his side through many ups and downs in their relationship, nor did he ever thought of having a son who was just as beautiful. He had a beautiful family, great friends he could happily work with as a band, supportive fans that helped them a lot in their career; he felt like his life was complete.

“I don’t need a lot of things,” he said to his son, who was staring at him with wonder. “As long as I have the people I love in my life, anywhere is home to me.”

#the GazettE #Aoi #fanfiction #Jrock fanfiction #the GazettE fanfiction #visual kei

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blogmarareactions · 5 years

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Just what I needed - part 1

Description: A YoongixReader fanfic where Yoongi is a shapeshifter that can turn into a cat. This to much of the surprise and after a while, annoyance of the reader.

Genre: Fluff mostly (we`ll see where it leads after a while)

Warning: Mentions of blood, animal cruelty

Word count: 2347

Note: You can find the Intro to this story on my masterlist under BTS.

Tags: @chims-kookies

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Once back at your apartment you proceeded to clean the wound on Sugas paw. This, however, proved a lot more of a challenge than you had anticipated. The whole ordeal ended in scratches up and down your arms, angry hisses and a broken lamp as Suga decided to go Rambo on your living room. But on the bright side you had managed to do what you wanted and added a small improvised bandage around it`s paw. Thanks to this rather difficult experience you had settled on cleaning it`s fur with a damp cloth and very, very gentle petting motions. A deep cleanse would have to wait till after you two got a bit more acquainted. Next you had made a run to the nearest store to buy some cat food, ending up with a collection of 4 different brands and types of foods since you didn’t know what Suga would like.

When you came back Suga had crawled under a high end-table in the corner of the room, going back into forming a little ball with its body, and not coming out from it, not even when you placed a series of bowls with food on the ground next to your sofa. The rest of the evening was spent by you watching tv and occasionally glancing over to Suga until you eventually had fallen asleep right there cuddled into the pillows of your sofa.

The next morning you were rudely awakened by the sound of your phone ringing. You mentally facepalmed yourself for the decision to have a minion’s ringtone, cause right now it was anything but fun and cute. Turning around and groaning loudly as the sunlight hit your face you picked up your phone, answering in a sleepy voice. “Yes, Hello?”

“Well good morning sunshine. You sound enthusiastic.” The voice on the other end said sarcastically. It was your long-time best friend Emma. You had known each other since third grade when you moved to the city with your parents. You were quite shy and didn`t know how to approach people, but luckily Emma was the complete opposite. She was bubbly and outgoing, and you quickly became the ultimate partners in crime.

“Did you forget about our lunch date today?” her voice dragged you out of the memory. Damn, you had completely forgotten about that. “Uhm...” you started. “Yeah, kinda. I`m sorry, but something came up. Do you wanna come over? I`ll show you, you`ll love it.” She really would. Emma loves animals, especially cats. You hoped it would make up for forgetting about the lunch and maybe she would know some ways on how to make Suga more comfortable and maybe even find its owner, all though the fact of the missing collar had you thinking that Suga may be a stray cat.

“Alright if you say so. But you better have some food and coffee cause I`m starving.” Emma answered, and you chuckled at the way she over exaggerated the starving part. “Do you even know me? When do I not have food in the house? I need my midnight snacks to survive, Emma.” After hanging up the phone you reluctantly pulled your body up into a sitting position on the sofa. Your eyes glide over the living room.

The room isn`t very big, granted that you live in a small apartment, but it`s enough for you. Half of the space was occupied by the sofa, your tv, a bookshelf, coffee table and 2 smaller end tables in the corners. The other 50% of the room are dedicated to your painting utensils and canvases. The way the sun shines through the big windows is glowing up the room beautifully in the mornings and evenings during sundown as your apartment is perfectly placed on the corner of the building, slightly overlooking the other buildings.

Your eyes eventually catch the, now empty, bowls on the ground. So Suga had eaten the food after all. You smiled, happy about that fact and decided to check on your new roommate and just as you thought Suga was still balled up under the end table, sleeping peacefully. You decided to get dressed and clean up a bit before Emma`s arrival.

About half an hour later your doorbell rang, and you made your way to the front door, opening it to reveal Emma, dressed in a light blouse and cute skirt. Anyone else would think she had dressed up, but this was just her usual style. Another thing in which she was the complete opposite of you. Where you could describe Emma’s style as cute and stylish, yours could be called comfortable and plain. This had never bothered you, but you did think you could maybe put a bit more work into your appearance. But then again, sweatpants and sweaters kept calling out to you and at the end of the day you were way too lazy for anything fancy as an everyday look.

“Wow, what happened here?” Emma asked, pointing to the broken lamp you had placed outside of your front door of your apartment, so you could take it out later. “Did you have a party here without telling me?” She pouted, pretending to be hurt. “As if.” You scoffed and smiled before hugging Emma and inviting her in. She made her way instantly into your living room, plopping herself onto the couch and getting comfortable. You instead find your way into the kitchen, preparing the coffee and snack you had promised her.

Turning on the coffee machine and finding the last of the muffins you had baked in the days before, you let the smell of freshly brewed coffee reach your nose. Personally, you don`t like the taste of coffee. It`s too bitter and you could never really get behind the taste or why people liked it. The smell, however, damn. You loved the smell of fresh coffee and coffee beans. That`s what led you to end up working at a café at the first place. That, and the overwhelming desire of earning money so you wouldn`t have to live on the street or starve to death.

Truthfully, working at the café was nice, but it certainly wasn`t your dream job. When you graduated from university with a bachelor in fine arts you had hoped to be able to work at a museum and paint on the side, before your paintings eventually would blow up and they`d end up hanging on the wall of the museum. The thought made you smile every time you think of it. Of course, this was wishful thinking and so you ended up taking the job at the café, your hobby of painting staying just that, a hobby.

The finishing of the brewing was signalled by a click of the coffee machine and you found a cup, filling it with the hot liquid before calling out to Emma. “How do you want your coffee?”

“CAT!”

“Black? How come you suddenly drink your coff…” your sentence was interrupted as Emma suddenly burst into the kitchen. “NO NOT BLACK, I SAID CAT!” She said pointing to the direction of your living room, eyes wide and visibly shocked. “Y/N, there is a cat in your living room!” You laughed lightly. “Yes, I know, I found it in the alley behind the coffeeshop yesterday. It was all dirty and injured so I took it with me.” While talking you continued to prepare Emma`s snack, putting a muffin on a plate and reaching out your hand for Emma to take the plate from it. “That was actually the thing I wanted to show you, and why I asked if you wanted to come over.”

“Do you know if he belongs to anyone yet?” Emma asked. You had finished your brunch and Emma had calmed from the shock of suddenly finding a cat in your apartment. So now you two were sitting on your sofa, both watching Suga while he tried carefully to walk around and explore your living room. “He?” you crooked your head, looking at your best friend. “Yes. Little Suga here is a male. Good going on choosing a rather gender-neutral name for him.” She nudged your side. Well that`s at least one thing you managed to do right yesterday.

“He didn`t have a collar and based on just how dirty and injured he was yesterday I`d find it strange if he belonged to anyone. At least anyone that cares about him.” You remembered back to yesterday and how he had slowly crawled from behind the trashcans and your heart ached at the memory. “I thought I might take him to a vet and let him get treated professionally.” You continued. “I have tried my best yesterday, but it didn`t end too well.” At this you pulled up your sleeves, revealing the scars on your arms. Emma let out a chuckle, her eyes darting between you and Suga. “No wonder, he looks like a fighter. And you must remember that he doesn`t know you and is probably in a lot of pain. I`d attack anyone getting close to me too.”

Emma did have a point there. Obviously you weren`t angry at Suga, but you can`t deny your annoyance in the endeavour of getting a bandage around that little paw of his. The visit ended with her giving you the address of a good vet close by that she knew someone at and then she left for an appointment. But not before making you promise to update her on Sugas health and a bit of baby talk directed at him, which he, by the looks of it, completely ignored.

Talking about getting Suga to the vet, and actually doing it are 2 very different things, you found out. Yesterday he had been very weak and, even though he wasn`t too much stronger today, he certainly acted like it and was protesting any and all of your tries on getting him to either follow you, let you pick him up or transport him in any other way. And after nearly 2 hours of patiently trying to coax him into trusting you, you simply gave up, laying on the floor next to the end table Suga had claimed as his favourite spot and in which he was currently hiding.

You let out a long sigh. This whole helping out a little cat and doing something good was proving to be a lot more difficult than you had expected. Your gaze drifted around your ceiling, eyes catching the time of the clock on your wall. 15:37pm. The vet would close in under 2 hours and not open before Monday again. This is really not how you planned it to be. You roll your body over onto the side, the front now facing Suga. “You`re really not making it easy for me here pal.” You spoke out loud to him. You know he probably can`t understand a word of what you`re saying but you were so annoyed at the moment that you just had to let out your feelings and thoughts. And so you continued your rant in a slightly aggravated tone. “I`m just trying to help you, you know. A little help from your side would be appreciated in this. You could at least like… I don`t know, just let me pick you up? You don`t even have to do anything. I don’t understand why that`s so hard. Yesterday you were fine with it and today you`re acting like Mr. grumpy himself. You think this is fun for me? I could`ve spent the whole day finishing a painting, but instead I`m laying on the floor in front of an end table, talking to a cat.”

Suga`s ears had peaked up in the middle of your speech and his eyes were now focused on you. It almost looked as if he was actually listening to you. Once out of breath you plopped back onto your back and closed your eyes, pouting slightly and letting out a little huff as your back hit the wooden floor. “I just want to help.” You repeat almost in a whisper before silence fills the room. It stays like that for a little while. The only thing breaking through the silence being faint noises of traffic and the singing of birds. Until you hear slight rustling from close by, followed by the touch of fur on your hand as Suga made his way from under the table to sit directly by your side. His eyes were starring at you as you let your head fall to the direction of the sounds.

And then he let out a little meow, alerting you to the fact that he was trying to tell you something. Upon you just starring back at him, however, Suga proceeded to slowly walk around you and towards the front of your apartment. He stopped at around halfway through your living room, sitting down. Most likely he was in pain from walking, even for just such a short distance. You stood up, making your way to stand next to Suga, curious of what he was getting at. He shortly looked up at you and then continued towards the front door. This time only managing a few steps before coming to a halt again. But that was enough to make you wonder if he was trying to tell you that he wants to go outside, and by that maybe you were able to get him to the vet.

You quickly threw on your shoes and jacket before returning to the front of the living room, crouching down and slowly, carefully reaching out both your arms towards Suga. You then gently lifted him up and put him securely into the crook of your arms, holding him almost like you would a baby. He was completely still and let you do whatever you wanted to your surprise and relief.

Had he started to trust you? You didn`t think too much of it now. Right now your first priority was to get him treated and cleaned up professionally so he wouldn`t have to be in pain anymore.

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Note: In the next chapter I thought I`d go into Sugas story a little. Like how he was where he was and about his feelings. I also have some cute ideas for the next chapters in general. Do send in your constructive criticisms if you have any. I try to get better at writing so if you have any tips or things that bother you, do not be afraid to send me a message. I appreciate any comments. :)

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parabataisarah · 5 years

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BOOK 1, CHAPTER 12

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- Lemme get this out of the way now… I’M ON A BOAT! I’M ON A BOAT! Sorry, I had the song stuck in my head lmao.

- Lmao, if that was me in real life, I would’ve fallen outta the boat and probably been eaten.

- I can tell a diamond choice is coming, but for the love of god, WHY IS THE CHOICE IF WE FIGHT OR RUN UP TO ME?!

- WE BE FIGHTING THE MONSTER!

- WHY IS THERE A BOMB ON THE BOAT? OR C4?????

- Damn, MC. Coming up with these ideas on the spot? Whoooooo girl!

- I know it’s a sea monster and all that, but if it has electricity coming off of it/from its mouth, wouldn’t it electrocute itself as well as everything in the water??

- “Don’t forget to floss, asshole.” That’s it, everyone can go home. Jake wins. 😂

- Ooof, hitting the water that hard is going to leave a m a r k on your back.

- So I’m correct in guessing that the invisible force holding us down in the water is from whatever the light was?

- Oh god, who do I swim to??

- I swam to Jake because I lost a point with him earlier last chapter, so I’m getting it back lmao… If I get the chance.

- Yeeee, I got the point back.

- I’m gonna kiss him… If I’m gonna die, or think I’m about to die, might as well, hey?

- ‘…knowing each other’s lips for the first and last time.’ STOP BREAKING MY HEART LIKE THIS!!

- I’m sorry, what? How?

- No, Jake, I am not a ventriloquist. Be cool if I was, but I’m not.

- Oh honey, I’m not shouting for help. I doubt it’d be our friends, so it’d be someone who lives (if there is anyone) on the island.

- Alright, pause for a second. (We’ve just found the shell and now being quiet bc of the person/people walking towards us.) I just wanted to pause real quick and say my thoughts on Jake and Sean.

Jake - He’s abrasive, snarky, rude, rough around the edges, a softie, sarcastic. He reminds me of myself in regards to his personality because that’s how I come across to most people (according to my irl friends) and that he keeps everyone away with a pole before they start to wriggle their way into his heart. I can totally understand why he’s doing that. He knows none of us, and has every right to be weary of us. I would be too.

Sean - Caring, wants to be a hero, leader, big heart, softie, likes things to go his way. I can see how and why he’s like he is. He’s father was a famous sportsman, so his family/father would push for him to follow in his footsteps and if he didn’t, the results wouldn’t be pretty (yelling, ashamed, and it would just escalate.)

They’re both great characters and there’s so much more to find out about them, and I can’t wait to do so. If I can be a thot, I might do that just until I figure out who I wanna be with? But I can’t do that to them. Arghhhh. Anyway, back to the regular programming.

- OKAY HELLO BLUE MAN, I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THE REST OF YOUR BLUE MAN GROUP IS, BUT I DO KNOW YOUR NAME! (I don’t know how to spell it, but I have seen pictures of you floating around)

- Also what the HECK is that mask??

- Oh! Hello, green lady!

- And what’s with her mask, too? Is it just a mask that they have, or is there any significance that I’m missing or am not going to know until later?

- Amber is highlighted green and there was an amber arrowhead in the crab so I’m assuming they made contact with it first and fought?

- Varyyn! THAT’S YOUR NAME!

- Okay, never mind, the smaller man who I thought was Varyyn isn’t, the taller, bigger man that came out is. Holy hell, you appear t a l l.

- *GASPS* HE WAS THE MAN WITH THE LION MASK ASDFGHJKL!!!

- Hey, Owl mask dude, back the heck off!

- The hell does ‘Dell ast portico’ mean?

- You’re finally learning Sean. “Never doubt MC.”

- Lmao, I dunno why I keep putting MC instead of her name… Probably bc I used my own name Sarah bc I’m not creative and I feel like y’all wouldn’t want me to say Sarah and want me to say MC.

- JAKE YOU’RE THE REAL RIDE OR DIE! “Say the word, MC.”

- Let’s give communication a try.

- Well at least it’s just a forehead touch, and nothing else.

- Jake, baby. Oooof. I can feel the love he has for MC (the need to protect her) and I just… I’m emotional, y’all.

- I have to agree, having some weird, unknown, possible alien(?) rooting around in your head doesn’t sound the best.

- So Sean is the Eagle? I’m the Mind-talker. And Jake is the Wolf? I feel like I’m missing something or I’ll find out the importance later.

- “Go lupus yourself, Papa Smurf.” I’M WHEEZING JESUS CHRIST JAKE 😂😂

- Never mind, I’m not the Mind-talker; well I am, but that’s not the sign? Animal? I am? I’m confused.

- “All men of the hydra”? Okay, a) What hydra? Are you referencing the sea monster from last chapter? And b) I ain’t a male MC, so like… Can I go? Go get help and then come back and whoop your asses?

- I love how Jake is all angry because he doesn’t understand what’s going on, but then Sean says he trusts MC and that just like… instantly calms him down??

- So, you’re telling me that if I don’t go with them that the volcano will erupt and destroy the whole world? Wacky 😂

- I was all for them going with the group, but then Craig bursts out with “GET AWAY FROM THEM!” and I’m not ashamed to admit I giggled and clapped my hands with a high whisper of his name.. Scratch that, I’m ashamed 😂

- I mean, the leader is cute, not gonna lie, but from what I’ve seen and heard (been keeping myself spoiler free) he ends up with Diego?

- Guys, I appreciate the rescue, because I know how it looks, but fuckin’ stOP AND LET ME SPEAK TO THE LEADER FOR A MINUTE. I MIGHT BE ABLE TO GET US OUT OF THIS!

- Bitch, I ain’t letting you take me anywhere if you don’t stop for a minute and let me speak.

- THEY WOULDN’T BE COMING AFTER US IF CRAIG, RAJ AND MICHELLE (as well meaning as it was) DIDN’T TRY TO RESCUE US!

- Oooof, I’m heated 😂

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hardyalise92 · 4 years

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sansangg · 7 years

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The Parent Project

Rated: R

Pairings: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

Warnings: Smut and swearing

Word Count: 14k

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Summary: Dan and Phil are paired up together for a project where they have to take care of a life like baby doll for a few days. Feelings arise.

The only real pass time Dan had in his Child Studies class was stomping on ants with his huge feet, which is what he was doing currently. It was an unbearably hot day outside, well at least as hot as it can really get in London, and of course, instead of burning and being eaten alive in the comfort of his own home, he was stuck in this classroom with people that didn't want to be here about as much as him.

Don't get him wrong, Dan loved Child Studies, he was fairly enthusiastic about the subject and kinda hope to become a therapist someday, but goddamn it was way to hot out to be here today.

"Now class, I need to drag your attention away from your phones and your rude side conversations for just a few minutes so I can explain the directions for your final exam," Dan's teacher sighed, hoping maybe for once in her life, to be able to keep the attention of the students that only took this class for 'an easy grade.'

Of course it worked for about 10 seconds of the directions, but once one side conversation starts in a classroom, the noise level raises real quickly.

"Well, for the ones who are still listening, you will be taking care of one of these," the teacher explained, holding up a horribly realistic baby doll. Some people were jumping in their seats, ready to take home one of the dolls, name it, and call it their own for 3 whole days.

"Now, taking into consideration that this school is not made of money so we a limited quantity of dolls and the fact that we only have a few weeks of school left, you will be working in sets of 2, as parents to the child for the 3 days."

She went on to explain how parenting is a true partnership and how this project would be a test of their skills to see if they were really ready to be parents. She also explained how the baby worked and the different needs of the baby. It wasn't even finding and treating the needs of the baby in the given time that were currently making Dan nervous, it was the fact that he was going to have to work with somebody else in this hell to parent the child.

Dan was already socially awkward, he wasn't anything close to being enemies with anyone in the class, he didn't really hate anybody, but he wasn't exactly fond of any of them either. They were loud and they gave him a massive headache almost every day.The teacher began to say the names of the 'parents', telling everyone to go and sit with their partners."Dan and Phil," the teacher called out.

Dan nodded, even though it didn't really require a response, being careful not to look in Phil's direction, he didn't have a problem with Phil himself, he was just a bit intimidated by him. From what he knew, Phil was fairly popular among people and he was very confident in himself, which Dan could never imagine, every single tiny decision Dan ever makes is usually followed by an existential crisis or a fear he made the wrong choice.

Most of the class consisted of females, so Dan being paired with one of the only other males didn't exactly come as a shock to him, the teacher was almost entirely against females and males working together because she firmly believed that it would be too distracting for the both of them, which was kinda gross and very hetero-normative, but Dan didn't question her, there was no use.

"Hey," Dan heard from beside him, making him jump slightly. He looked in the direction the voice was coming from, and was met with a pair of cheerful blue eyes.

"Hi," Dan smiled back awkwardly, trying not to outwardly show his nervousness.

"The teacher said we have 10 minutes to come up with both a boys and girls name and to come up with a plan for the next 3 days," Phil said, getting right on with what had to be done.

"Alright, did you have any names in mind?" Dan asked, warming up a little to Phil. There would be no use staying nervous, they would never get anywhere with this project if he did.

"For a boy I quite like the name Finn, I don't really know about a girl," Phil shrugged.Dan sat to think for a minute before coming up with a few names on the top of his head and tossed them out at Phil for him to decide which he liked best.

"I quite like Daisy or Allison, those are cute names," Phil responded

Dan nodded in response, "I do really like Daisy."

After a few minutes of small talk, ultimately coming to the decision that since Phil lives alone, they would stay at his house for the three days, and checking in with Dan's mum to make sure it was okay, the teacher began calling up 'couples' to get their baby, making an entire show on presenting the babies to them, giving them another brief explanation on how the baby works before handing them a carriage and sending them back to their seats.

"Dan and Phil!" The teacher called them up.

Dan and Phil looked at each other for a brief second before walking to the teachers desk, seeing a life sized baby boy doll lying there."Alright so the doll has 4 basic needs, feeding, changing, rocking and burping. Burping needs to be done after every feeding but may need to be done more frequently than that, you will both be wearing bracelets that will make it so that the baby can identify who you are when you pick him up, once again, this is a joint effort so you both must care for the child, in the end it tracks back to my computer and by code I can tell if one of you did all of the work. When the baby identifies you, you'll hear a beeping noise, realistic I know, and you can continue to care for him, you must also pick up the baby and rock him from time to time or he will be more fussy and will cry more often. Now that that's clear, what would you like to name your bouncing baby boy?" the teacher fake smiled at them

"Finn?" Phil mouthed at Dan as confirmation. Dan nodded.

"Finn," Phil said

The teacher nodded in response and put it into the computer before handing them the baby and a carriage and sending them back to their seats.

After Child Studies was over it was, thank god, the end of the school day. Dan held the baby carriage in his hands walking along beside Phil, earning some very strange looks from people walking by, but Phil seemingly paid no mind to it, simply smiling at anyone who looked in Dan's direction too long, making them look away.

They both headed out the doors and to Phil's car, beginning to drive to Dan's house to retrieve a few things for the days Dan would be spending with Phil.

When Dan emerged from his house, backpack filled to the max with everything Dan assumed he would most likely need for those days, he quickly gave his mum a hug, bidding goodbye before turning around and heading out the door.

When he turned around, the sight in front of him almost made his heart melt. Phil was stood in front of the back door of the car, holding Finn in his hands, rocking the doll in his arms gently and seemingly singing a soft lullaby to it. Dan ignored the warm, tight feeling in his chest and the smile tugging at his lips before making his way over beside Phil, checking to see if he needed any help.

"He started crying while you were inside, little guy just wanted to be rocked I guess," Phil smiled at Dan as the crying subsided and Phil carefully placed the doll back into his carriage, buckling him in before both of them got back in the car and began driving to Phil's house, Dan sitting in the back seat, just in case the crying started up again.

And it did. Dan hadn't heard the full force of the cry the first time and was quite taken aback when eardrum bursting screams suddenly filled the car.

Phil checked in the mirror quickly, chuckling as he saw Dan's surprised and offended face from the sound before Dan unbuckled the carriage and took out the baby, making sure the bracelet scanned before gently rocking the baby, coming to discover he wanted to be fed.

Just a few seconds later, they pulled up to Phil's house, Phil saying he would take Dan's stuff upstairs while Dan finished feeding and burping the baby and that he would come back.Dan looked down at the doll, almost wanting to laugh at how the face of the doll stayed looking exactly the same while it let out such horrible screams.

"Hello," Dan said gently to the doll, vaguely remembering the teacher saying that the doll strongly reacts to sounds while crying/feeding/being burped etc., softly shushing the somewhat fussy doll while he burped him.

Phil returned a few seconds later, opening Dan's car door for him, allowing him to get out with the baby before quickly retrieving the carriage from the back of the car and putting the baby into it as they made their way inside.

Phil had explained the layout of his house, it was rather small but kinda nice. He had decided that he and Dan would be sleeping in the same room, if that was alright with Dan of course, so they would both have easy access to the baby when he began crying at night. Dan agreed to that.

Later that night, Dan and Phil were sat on the couch in their PJ's, it was around 11pm and considering it was a Thursday night and neither of them had classes on Friday, neither were concerned about what time they went to bed, as they could sleep in..right?

Wrong.

The boys made the mistake of staying up until almost 4am, as at 6:30am, they were rather rudely awoken by screams filling the room.

"I've got it," Dan mumbled lazily, getting himself out of bed and walking over to the baby and picking him up, waiting for the bracelet to scan, but it didn't.

After about a minute and a half of the crying not subsiding, Phil sighed and opened his eyes, putting on his glasses and looking over at a very tired, messy haired and clearly distressed Dan.

"What's wrong?" Phil asked in a husky tone, yanking off his covers and making his way over to Dan.

"My bracelet won't scan," Dan said, trying to hide the panic in his voice

Phil sighed, slightly annoyed, reaching out and gently taking the baby from Dan's arms and scanning his bracelet over it, rocking the baby until he calmed back down.

"Why didn't you say anything like 5 minutes ago instead of just standing there?" Phil said, the hint of annoyance in his voice apparent.

Dan shrunk back into himself, apologizing and explaining that the bracelet had been working just fine all of last night.The crying slowly stopped and Phil put him back into the carriage before rubbing his eyes and running his fingers through his hair, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap there, just a little tired."

Dan nodded in response, still feeling slightly guilty and internally beating himself up for not just waking Phil up when he should have.

"Well, no sense going back to bed, I think we're both pretty awake right now, wanna have an early breakfast and watch the sunrise?" Phil suggested. Dan nodded before picking up the baby carriage and they headed downstairs to the kitchen.

"Ya know this thing here is quite the arm workout," Dan said, pretending to weight lift the baby carriage.

"Yeah yeah I know, be careful with that, I don't know you well enough to trust you to not drop our child down the stairs," Phil said before almost tripping over a stair himself

Dan turned his head, trying not to let Phil see him laughing, "It's alright," he continued the conversation, "I've known myself for 21 years now and I don't trust myself to not drop our child down the stairs."

About 10 minutes later, Dan and Phil were both in the kitchen, singing softly along to a random selection of music Phil had on his phone plugged into a speaker. Dan was holding their child, his bracelet having worked this time, feeding him while attempting to help Phil out a little making breakfast.

After 'Time Is Running Out' by Muse played, the next song made Dan burst out laughing and Phil blushed, it was 'Gotta Go My Own Way' from the High School Musical 2 movie.

"Do you really want to expose our child to High School Musical songs? He could grow up to be a High School Musical fanatic," Dan laughed.

"There's nothing wrong with being a High School Musical fanatic, if he were to become one, he would be just like me," Phil laughed as well, his tongue sticking out slightly through his teeth and his eyes crinkling up into what Dan deemed to be the most beautiful smile he's ever seen on anyone's face in his life.

"Fair enough," Dan said, beginning to sing along while burping the baby, "I can't believe Finn is gonna grow up to look exactly like Troy Bolton."

"I mean if your haircut is saying anything here than probably," Phil stuck his tongue out at Dan, beginning to plate the pancakes and bacon

"You take that back!" Dan said, trying to feign seriousness while carefully placing the baby back in the carriage and putting the blanket Phil had brought out for him last night over him. Phil had told Dan the entire story surrounding the little pink blanket they were using for Finn. Told Dan that his grandma had given the little pink blanket with silver stars on it to his mother before Phil was born because Phil's mum had actually been expecting a girl. Phil explained that he quickly got attached to the little blanket and used it for so long he actually brought it with him on his first day of primary school where a bunch of people laughed at him for having a pink blanket. Phil said that most kids, if they were made fun of for anything, normally wouldn't know what to do with themselves and would cry in a corner (A/N lol same) but not Phil. Whenever he was made fun of, he would simply pick up his pink blanket and whip them with it as hard as he could."Did that not get you in trouble?" Dan had laughed at the ridiculous story"Oh it did, little Phil just didn't care at all,"

Dan smiled to himself as he recalled the story Phil had told him and sat down at the dining table next to the carriage as Phil brought out breakfast. Phil sat himself next to Dan, checking his phone and sending out a few texts quickly before they both started eating. Phil's dining table was conveniently placed next to a giant window that was facing out over the houses by Phil's and it was a perfect place to watch the sunrise from.

"Quite a nice sunrise this morning," Dan said, swallowing a mouthful of pancakes.

"I reckon it'll be a nice one today," Phil said, taking a sip of his coffee, "we should go out and do something, I know for a fact that I need to go get some groceries if you feel like tagging along, if not I can teach you how to use the TV remote and you can stay here with the baby."

"No I'll tag along, sounds like fun," right as Dan said that, screams filled the room

"Your turn," Dan said sighing, rubbing his temples and barely flinching at the sound, with how tired he was right now, any noise pitched slightly above a normal speaking voice gave him one hell of a headache.

Phil nodded and picked up the baby. After last night, distinguishing between the different cries for what the baby needed was a lot easier, and this time he needed to be changed. Phil placed him down on the table, using the blanket to prop his head up before beginning to change him

Dan kept his gaze out the window, willing his head to stop pounding as he finished his food.The crying ended immediately after the baby was changed and Phil went to put him back in his carriage, but right before he could, the fussing began again and Phil quickly pulled the baby close, beginning to rock him, he didn't full on start crying again, but he was making fussy noises and both Dan and Phil knew through their own mistakes that those noises should absolutely not be ignored.

Phil sighed, rocking the baby and speaking softly to him, making the same heart eyes and goofy smile he had the first time he held the baby yesterday.

"Man my foods gonna get cold," Phil whined, hoping the fussing would stop soon so he could eat his breakfast and still have it be at least mildly warm.

Dan picked up Phil's fork, getting a pancake absolutely coated in syrup and fed it to Phil.

"Thank you," Phil mumbled through his mouthful, "see this is the teamwork part of the project the teacher was talking about."

Dan laughed, shaking his head at the giant goof of a boy sitting next to him. He picked up a piece of bacon and fed that to him as well, the fussing slowly but surely easing and Phil held his breath as he put Finn back in his carriage, praying to god it wouldn't start up again, and thank god it didn't.

Phil quickly finished his breakfast and Dan was quick to offer to do the dishes while Phil went to get a shower before they went out, to which Phil kindly accepted and headed upstairs.

Dan collected the dishes and began doing them, stopping a few times to calm the baby that seemed to be extra fussy today, hoping to god it didn't disturb everyone in the grocery store. If he did, he would get Phil to kindly tell them to fuck off anyway.

About 25 minutes later, Dan was still stood in the kitchen, having just finished the dishes and cleaning up a bit around the kitchen, holding Finn in his arms, the baby wasn't necessarily being fussy at this point, but Dan kinda liked holding a baby in his arms, it made him feel like he had something that was truly his to love and protect, even though he knew that wasn't true. He was smiling down at the doll in his arms, blissfully unaware that Phil was looking at Dan from the doorway, looking at Dan with the same heart eyes Dan had seen him look at the doll with

Phil tried to hide the smile on his face as he watched Dan gently rocking the doll in his arms, cooing at him and speaking in a high pitched baby voice. To most this would look really weird. I mean a grown man is standing in his kitchen in Pikachu pajamas, looking about as tired as a man can get, rocking and speaking to a doll like it can hear him, but to Phil this was one of the most endearing sights he had ever seen in his entire life and he had to look away and break his silence to avoid the inevitable blush creeping up on his cheeks.

"Alright daddy Daniel, you should probably go get changed, has everything been alright with the baby while I was showering?" Dan jumped slightly, having been caught being embarrassingly mushy, putting the baby back in the carriage.

"Yeah, he seems to be a bit fussy this morning so keep an eye on him, but other than that he hasn't been impossibly fussy," Dan said, leaving Phil with the baby to go get changed for the day.

When Dan emerged a few minutes later, having freshened up a bit and changed into some jeans and a gray shirt, Phil was gently rocking the carriage on the counter while putting his sneakers on.

"You ready to get going?" He asked, not looking up from his sneakers

"Yeah," Dan said, slipping on his sneakers and waiting for Phil before grabbing the baby carriage and heading out the door.

Dan buckled in the carriage and went to the other side and got in the car. Phil drove carefully, as the roads were paved, but not very well and he didn't want to disturb Finn. The drive to the store was quite a long one, not too long, but about 20 minutes, and 5 minutes into the car ride, after having not heard any sounds in a while, Phil piped up.

"Everything okay back there?" He asked taking a quick glance back and seeing Dan fast asleep with his head against the window. Phil slowed down the car a little more as to not disturb Dan and to make the car ride a little longer so Dan could get more sleep. He deserved it.

Phil hummed along quietly to some Marianas Trench while driving. It was only about 8:30am and it was quite cool outside, but it made all that much more pleasant, there were few cars out early on a Friday and the sun was shining bright. After about 20 more minutes, they arrived in the almost empty grocery store parking lot. Phil parked close to the door and turned off the car, getting out and getting the carriage out of the back, thankful that the baby hadn't started crying while Dan was sleeping.

"Dan," Phil said gently, shaking Dan's shoulder. No response

"Dan wake up, we're at the grocery store," Dan scrunched up his nose and grunted in response, slowly opening his eyes to see a beaming Phil all up in his face. He wasn't complaining to say the least.

Dan rubbed his eyes and fixed up his shirt that had rolled up a bit while he was sleeping, fixing his hair before getting out of the car. He was fully aware that he looked about halfway to death but if anyone said anything he would just blame it on the baby, not at all putting the blame on himself for staying up until 4am with Phil.

"Why don't you just leave the carriage in the car?" Dan asked walking over to the side of the car Phil was on.

"What do you mean?" Phil looked a bit confused."I mean they have carts with little seats on them for babies we can use, probably be a lot easier than lugging around a giant carriage with us," Dan suggested.

Phil agreed with him, taking the baby out of the carriage and handing him to Dan before putting the carriage back in the car. They both proceeded to the door, somewhat thankful that the parking lot was empty at this time as they both looked exhausted and it would feel weird to have people staring at them while they have a baby in their arms while grocery shopping.

Halfway to the door, the baby began fussing again and thank god he just wanted to be rocked, because if he needed to be changed, Dan would have no idea what to do. Dan rocked him gently in his arms, smiling down at him and from afar this would really just look like a happy couple with their newborn baby.

"You know to a lot of people in the store we're probably just gonna look like really awkward parents of a newborn," Dan chuckled nervously, almost sweating at the very first mention of being in a relationship with Phil.

"You know I don't think I would be mad at that," Phil said, smiling but not really looking in Dan's direction, a bit scared of the possible reaction.

Dan started blushing like mad and looked away, laughing a bit, his brain not really processing what Phil said and shrugging it off as friendly teasing. And if Phil felt his heart drop a little by the lack of reaction, he didn't show it.

The boys continued on their grocery shopping adventure, having a few people look at them with the baby really weirdly, some people looked happy, like they could coo at what they thought was the happy gay couple with a newborn and others looked disgusted. Both Dan and Phil tried to ignore those people.

"What should we get to make for dinner tonight?" Phil asked Dan, looking around the store

Dan shrugged, not being very good at decisions and also not knowing at all what Phil liked other than pancakes and bacon.

"Well lately I've really been craving chicken alfredo if you're up for that," Phil said as he walked through an aisle, holding up a package of fettuccine noodles questioningly

Dan immediately nodded, "sounds great."

Phil nodded, putting 2 jars of alfredo sauce into the cart and a package of noodles, hoping to make a little extra so they wouldn't have to properly make breakfast tomorrow, and could just have some leftovers instead.

'Welcome to the life of a University student' he thought to himself as they continued on.

As they were about halfway done with their shopping, the baby started screaming in the middle of an aisle, people stopping and staring at them as if they had just ruined their entire day. Of course this would be the time where the baby needed to be changed. They walked over to an aisle with no people and quickly scanned Phil's bracelet, Phil changing the baby as quickly and as carefully as he possibly could before they continued walking, of course just a minute later, the baby began fussing as Phil was picking out some vegetables.

Dan picked up the crying doll and scanned his bracelet, holding his breath every time before it scanned now, praying it would work, he didn't want another incident like this morning. Thankfully the bracelet scanned and he picked up the baby, the pink blanket covering most of the doll as he rocked the doll in his arms.

"Aw, who's the little girl?" A random girl, probably about Dan's age came up to him

Dan tensed up at the sudden social interaction, knowing he couldn't avoid talking to this total stranger.

"Uhm, this is my son actually," okay so it wasn't a TOTAL lie, but Dan panicked, hoping that the stranger would leave him alone. Of course not.

"Ooh a single dad, I dig that, why is your SON wrapped in a PINK blanket though?" The girl laughed a little.

Dan wanted to cringe, he also kinda wanted to be rude and go off on her about how he's allowed to wrap his son in a pink blanket if he wants to, but instead he was, of course, awkward.

"It's just a blanket, not really that big of a deal," Dan said back

The girl gave him a weird look in response but seemingly chose to ignore what he said and continued talking instead.

"My name is Brittney, and you are?" the girl said

Dan looked her in the eyes for the first time, almost immediately noticing that they were almost the exact same colour as Phil's but lacked the beauty and sparkle Dan saw in Phil's, and before he could say anything back, Phil interrupted.

"He's with me," Phil said, looking at the girl with a tinge of rage in his beautiful eyes, he gently took the baby out of Dan's arms before putting him back in the seat of the cart before taking Dan's hand and interlocking their fingers, "I don't think we've met, I'm Phil and you are?"

The girl, Brittney, looked extremely taken aback by Phil interrupting, backing away some.

"Uhm, I'm-I was just going actually, nice to see you," she said as if she knew them and turned on her heels quickly and left.

When she was out of sight, Phil dropped Dan's hand and Dan naturally almost reached back out to try and hold it again but instead held himself back and began walking alongside Phil again.

"I didn't like her," Phil said simply before they continued on shopping, quickly grabbing what they needed before paying and leaving.The car ride heading back home was quiet. Dan was still internally trying to recover from whatever had happened back in the grocery store and Phil seemed a bit on edge at the moment for some reason.

"Thanks for saving my ass back there at the store, she was a bit...forward I guess," Dan said a bit awkwardly, trying to make conversation and not focus on the fact that Phil could probably squeeze the life out of the steering wheel right now if he wanted to with the grip that he had on it.

"She was a bitch is what she was," Phil snapped quickly and Dan almost choked on his own spit. Phil almost never swore, so to hear him swearing while angry was both horrifying and arousing all the same to Dan.

"I think you might be overreacting a bit," Dan said carefully, fearing what Phil might say next, but Phil just went silent for a minute, stopping at a red light before sighing heavily and rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah I know, I do that sometimes, sorry," Phil said, shaking his head and laughing like he couldn't believe himself.

"It's alright, why did you get so mad though?" Dan decided to try, immediately regretting opening his big mouth, wondering why he couldn't just keep the peace for one goddamn second.

Phil simply shrugged and Dan noticed him grip the steering wheel harder again and decided not to say anything more about it, it just gave him something else to think about all night long, fearing he's fucked up everything.

And the car was back to being silent again. Dan just stared out the window the whole time, on occasion picking up the fussing baby and rocking him before placing him back in his carriage.They pulled up to Phil's house about 15 minutes later, getting the groceries out of the back as Phil said he would get the baby.

They headed inside, already exhausted just from that one trip to the store and back, knowing it was from lack of sleep and that it was all their faults, well Dan really just blamed himself, had his bracelet just worked, Phil wouldn't be so tired and snappy. He wasn't really sure how he could explain blaming this on himself but it seemed ridiculous to him to blame an inanimate object so he placed it on himself instead.

The clock read just past 10:00am and Dan and Phil unofficially decided to chill out for a bit, Phil scrolling through his phone and Dan getting his laptop, sitting next to Phil and going on tumblr. He could still sense the tension in the room and decided to break it by asking Phil if he wanted to watch some random YouTube videos with him. Phil agreed, moving closer to get a better look at Dan's laptop screen, and they stayed there for far too long, a lot longer than they expected, as the next time they both looked up from the puppy videos they were cooing at, it was 4:30 in the afternoon.

"Shit, we should probably get started on dinner," Dan said looking at Phil, his breath catching as he became suddenly aware of their close proximity, looking away quickly, trying his best to be subtle but he never could be.

"Yeah probably," Phil said getting up from the couch

Dan immediately missed the warmth radiating from Phil's body but dismissed the strange thoughts, getting up to join him in the kitchen.

The rest of the evening went pretty well, they sat together on the couch, Dan watching movies and Phil doing his 2 hour online evening course. Dan decided in that time it would only be proper if he took care of the babies needs and made sure to tell Phil not to worry about it if he started crying.

As it reached 11pm, Phil was just finished with his online class and Dan was about halfway through Toy Story 2, and they decided it would be best if they called it an early night, well, an earlier night than yesterday.

They trudged upstairs to Phil's room, both of their arms starting to feel the effects of carrying the baby carriage and as they were tiredly walking, they started having an empty argument over who had been carrying the baby more that day and who would be carrying it around more tomorrow. Neither of them were upset whatsoever, it was more for conversation purposes. Really they didn't care that much and they both knew that they were so tired they wouldn't remember the stupid exhausted argument tomorrow morning.

They changed into their pajamas, Dan laughing quietly to himself at Phil's stupid emoji pajama bottoms but mentally beating himself for adding the word 'adorable' into that mixture.

Dan was starting to become aware that he was having feelings for Phil. He had always thought that Phil was attractive but he never thought much of it because he never thought he would ever get to actually talk to Phil and ignoring any form of attraction towards him whatsoever as he never interacted with Phil worked for Dan for a while. But now it was fucking him over.

"This is way too early on, for fucks sake I've known him for what, just over 24 hours now? This is stupid," Dan thought to himself as he and Phil climbed into bed.Phil seemingly had no sleeping troubles and was a very heavy sleeper, which Dan completely envied about him at this moment in time. He had gotten about 3 hours of sleep - maybe not even that - the previous night, yet here he was, at 3am, over tired from not sleeping in almost an entire 24 hours and on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Dan was fully aware of the way that his brain worked, it was quite weird to him, because he was aware of what he was thinking, what he was feeling, he was just overly aware of himself, yet he felt as though he had absolutely no control over his brain whatsoever. Whatever he was thinking and feeling he was overly aware of but he couldn't change a damn thing about it and he hated that about himself.While Phil lay in a small puddle of his own drool, blissfully unaware of the hot tears streaming down Dan's face at 3am, Dan was biting his own lip in an attempt to keep quiet and willed his chest to enlighten a bit, the pressure making it hard to keep in his sobs. At this point he had no idea why he was even crying, the day had just seemed to take a weird turn after grocery shopping and he didn't know why he felt like such a fuck up. He wiped his eyes, praying to god Phil didn't wake up to him being a blubbering mess, not just because he looked the way he felt, but also because if Phil woke up he would almost certainly ask what was wrong and Dan didn't know what he would tell him.

Would he tell him it was from being overly exhausted?

Would he tell him it was because of his newfound feelings for his project partner?

Would he tell him it was because of his severe depression? His anxiety maybe?

Would he tell him it was because of the text he had received earlier from his Dad, that had long ago left them, calling Dan a 'faggot' and a 'failure'?

While Dan himself wasn't 100% sure which one of those events were making him break down at this time at night, he knew it had been a hard day and silently prayed tomorrow would be a little better.

As all the possibilities of what he could possibly tell Phil if he woke up scattered his brain more than it already was, screams filled the room, and this time it wasn't Dan's conscious, it was the doll.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Dan mumbled to himself, wiping his eyes before reaching over to get his bracelet to scan.

But it wasn't there.

"Fuck, where did I put that?" Dan couldn't recall even taking it off, yet it wasn't on his wrist anymore. Phil began to stir in his sleep and Dan considered waking him up, as much as he didn't want to at all.

He spent another minute looking for the bracelet for ultimately deciding to wake Phil, recalling Phil's reaction the previous morning when Dan hadn't woken him up.

"Phil, Phil wake up please," Dan's voice came out as a cracked sob, not intending to make the fact that he was crying so obvious

Phil's eyes opened slowly, blinking a few times before immediately looking very concerned over at a clearly distressed Dan, "Dan what's wrong?"

"I can't find my bracelet and the baby is crying and-" Dan began rambling on, tears streaming down his cheeks once again, his eyes burning, wanting so badly to shut and to let him sleep but his brain not allowing him to.

Phil quickly got out of bed, turning on a lamp before going over to the carriage and changing the dolls diaper before rocking it a little and putting it back in the carriage. As this was happening, Dan looked over and saw his bracelet sitting right where Phil had been laying. He picked it up and put it on the table beside him.

Dan suddenly became fully aware of the mess he looked right now and started rubbing his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he had been crying for almost an hour now, though the wet tear-stained pillow where his head had been wasn't hiding anything.

Phil made his way back over to the bed, sitting down beside Dan and looking over at him. Dan wasn't sure just what Phil was planning on doing or saying, but Dan just shuffled further, looking away as he felt more tears welling up.

"Dan," Phil said softly, "can you look at me for a sec?"

Dan decided there was no use hiding his face anymore, Phil more than likely already knew he was crying.

Dan swallowed the lump in his throat, looking over at a very gentle eyed and concerned Phil, all of the tears and sounds he had been hiding for what felt like hours now suddenly coming to the surface and bursting out.

"Aw, come here Dan," Phil said, pulling Dan into a warm embrace, Dan's upper body collapsing into Phil's as Phil shushed him softly, humming a song that Dan didn't know and running his fingers through Dan's hair. Dan was ugly crying big time at this point, choking on the sobs he was, for some unknown reason, still trying to keep inside.

Phil held him tightly, pulling Dan's entire body against him and Dan decided right then and there that he absolutely did not deserve to have an angel like Phil Lester in his life and he began sobbing harder, getting to the point of crying so hard he was silent, his head going to how bad he wanted Phil but how Phil deserved so much better than him, didn't deserve someone so fucked up.After about 10 more minutes, Dan was taking deep breaths, his sobs having subsided moments ago. He focused on the sound of Phil's heartbeat, his warm body and the beautiful hums of a song Dan still couldn't recognize, coming to realize he should probably explain himself to Phil or let him get back to sleep.

Dan began stuttering out words, trying to explain himself but ultimately sighing and looking down, his face red from embarrassment and drying tears as he realized that nothing he tried to say made any sense whatsoever.

"It's alright, you don't need to say anything," Phil whispered softly against Dan's hair, "I've been there too."

Dan truly felt blessed at this moment, this guy, who he barely even knew, had just witnessed one of Dan's worst mental breakdowns and he didn't run away, tell Dan he was overreacting or kick Dan out of his house, but instead comforted him and was gentle and loving.

"I'll be right back," Phil said, kissing the top of Dan's head, going to get up but freezing for just a second as he realized what he did but playing it off cool, not addressing it and going to do whatever he needed to do.Dan sat back against the headboard of Phil's bed, a blush spreading across Dan's cheeks, though you couldn't really tell as his cheeks were already red. He got out his phone, knowing full well it was a terrible idea and seeing 3 new texts from his dad. Dan's father really seemed to be out to get him. When Dan was only 11 years old, he sat with his parents and told them he thought he might be gay, his mother being happy Dan had expressed how he was feeling with them but his father was absolutely fuming, yelled at Dan and told him to go in his room, said he didn't want to see his disgraceful face anymore. That night had been one of the worst nights of Dan's life, as he lay in his room, he could hear his parents screaming at each other through thin walls, his dad saying he hadn't raised his son to be a 'faggot', (A/N I just wanted to note that I do not take the word 'faggot' lightly and I don't use it unless in cases such as this, it is entirely for the story's purpose. Thank you.) and saying so many other horrible things Dan tried to block out of his mind. Dan's younger brother had come in to Dan's room during the screaming match that was going on and sat on Dan's lap, saying he heard what Dan told mum and dad and saying that he loved Dan. After that night, Dan never saw his father again.

Enter stage left, severe depression.

It was just recently that Dan's father had somehow gotten his number and began texting him. Dan could block him and it was almost making him feel sick, but he didn't want to. This was his own father, his own flesh and blood that he hadn't spoken to in almost 10 years, and every time Dan felt like blocking him, his father would use a manipulation tactic on him, saying 'you wouldn't wanna block your own dad would you?' claiming it broke his heart that Dan would want to entirely cut off contact with him, asking him 'you wouldn't want to never be able to contact me again would you? You'll regret it when I'm dead.' and it was really getting to Dan. Dan never told his mother that any of this was happening, there had already been too many times that Dan had caught his mother crying in her room alone, having the TV up loud to drown them out, sometimes with the phone in her hand, calling Dan's father over and over, praying to god for a response but never getting one, and Dan, by no means, wanted to bring back any of those awful nights and memories back to her, she had been through enough.

So Dan suffered in silence.

The texts sent this time weren't as bad as earlier the day before, this time just attempting confront Dan on the fact that Dan was ignoring him and he knew it.

"Who're you talking to?" Dan just about jumped out of his skin as he realized Phil was extremely close behind him and immediately panicked and closed his phone, putting it on the table next to him and looked away from Phil

"Nobody," he said flatly.

"Girlfriend troubles?" Phil asked, sitting back next to him, handing Dan a wet cloth to wipe his face down with and some ice cream for both of them.

Dan accidentally snorted a laugh in response, "definitely not."

Phil went silent for a second, "boyfriend?"

"No, I don't have either of those so there are no issues with that," Dan replied, wiping his hot cheeks down with the cloth and beginning to eat his ice cream with Phil, knowing full well that eating ice cream at 3am was an awful idea but not caring at all.

Phil simply nodded his head, "this might be a bit much to ask and I might be overstepping my boundaries big time, you don't have to answer, but do you have a sexuality that you personally identify with?"

Dan was taken aback a bit by the personal question but didn't mind answering it, "yeah, I identify as gay. May I ask you the same question?"

Phil chuckled, "you may. I identify as pansexual."

Dan couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face, he was never certain on Phil's sexuality, nor did he really question it that much, but knowing now that he wasn't straight made Dan extremely happy for some reason, and he nodded and responded with "okay."

Phil looked at Dan a bit strangely but with the same love as always, just happy to see a smile on Dan's face. Dan just shook his head at himself, feeling his heart beat almost out of his chest and the smile on his face uncontrollable, he didn't know why he was so happy right now, but looking at the smile that was beginning to form on Phil's face, he knew exactly why, repressing the feelings as much as he could before laying back down.

At this point it was about 4:30am and Dan finally felt as though he could sleep. Phil took both of their bowls out to the kitchen, putting them into the dishwasher saying 'you're in too deep Phil, it's too early for feelings like this,' to himself before heading back upstairs.

When Phil entered his room, he found Dan just barely keeping his eyes open, smiling at Phil all dopey, it made Phil want to laugh, or take a photo, Dan had the dumbest smile on his face, his eyes barely open at this point, all wrapped up and cozy in a blanket, his curly hair a little curlier and a little messier than it normally is and it was one of the most endearing sights Phil had ever been met with.

Phil slipped into bed next to Dan, facing Dan's back, just staring lovingly at the boy in front of him, wondering how somebody in this world could possibly be so perfect. Phil wasn't really that tired at this point, seeing Dan crying earlier had made him want to hold Dan forever, maybe help pick up the pieces of Dan's broken heart and carefully stitch them back together so his heart would never break again. Someone like Dan absolutely did not deserve to be crying alone at 3am, having nobody to talk to about his feelings. Phil knew that Dan deserved the absolute world and it was something that Phil didn't have but Phil knew just from the last 36 some odd hours that he would do anything he could to be able to bring the world to Dan, anything he's ever wanted, it's the least he could possibly do for someone like Dan.

Phil's thoughts came to an abrupt end as he suddenly felt a warm body against his, Dan having rolled over and was now curling into Phil's chest, slipping one of his legs between Phil's own to entangle them. Dan couldn't see the smile on Phil's face and Phil couldn't see the smile on Dan's face, but maybe that was the beauty of it all. And with that, they both fell asleep, finally getting the good nights sleep they both deserved.

There had been a few times during the night that the baby had woken up crying but Phil had said each time that he would handle it, and as hesitant as Dan was to let Phil do the work overnight, Phil always insisted and Dan was far too tired to even say anything mildly comprehensible in response so he would always lay back down and fall asleep.

It was around 10:30 on Saturday morning when Phil woke up. He yawned and stretched, looking over and seeing Dan, his hair a curly mess and his shirt rolled up his chest, and Phil found it to be incredibly endearing Phil stood up, careful not to move the bed too much as to not wake Dan up, he needed the sleep. Phil looked outside and saw it was a normal cloudy day in London, knowing the nice weather couldn't last forever.

He picked up the baby carriage and walked downstairs, deciding today he was going to ask Dan on a date. He knew it was probably a bit soon but he had already been attracted to Dan before they had ever even spoken and it's never too early on to get to know somebody better, the worst that can happen is Dan can say no and Phil can make a half-assed excuse to not make things awkward between them for the final day of the project.

Right as Phil was about to start making a nice breakfast for him and Dan, he heard an awful noise from upstairs. He paused for a second and listened again, cringing when he recognized the sound as retching coming from his bathroom.

He debated for a second whether or not he should go check on Dan and opted to wait until he didn't hear anything.

About 5 minutes later, the house was silent and Phil decided it would be a good time to go check on Dan, having already put some soup in a pot to heat up for him, to sooth his throat. Phil headed upstairs, with the carriage, knocking on the door of the bathroom before opening it, a very pale and dizzy looking Dan sitting by the toilet, attempting to keep in the contents of his stomach.

Phil walked over and sat down next to him, rubbing his back a bit to try and sooth him before asking, "Are you okay?"

Dan glared weakly at him with red cheeks and bloodshot eyes, in a state of suffering that Phil didn't want him to be in, "Yeah, fine"

Dan swallowed thickly and stopped talking for a second, trying to calm his stomach before opening his mouth again, "I love coughing up stomach acid at 10am, it's my favourite pass time."

Phil shook his head, smiling endearingly at the boy next to him, still rubbing his back.

"Do you think it's the flu? Maybe a little stomach bug?" Phil asked, feeling his forehead

"I don't know what it is but it's making me feel like absolute shit," Dan said hoarsely, sniffling.

"You're a bit warm, and your cheeks are really hot," Phil said more to himself, "we should probably get you back to bed."

Dan was going to make some kind of sarcastic or snarky remark back at him, but was too weak, wondering for a brief second whether it was the fact that he just vomited that was making his cheeks hot or the mortification he felt over the fact that he just got sick at Phil's house, before standing up on wobbly legs, flushing the toilet and going to the sink to wash his mouth out and clean his face.

Phil eased Dan back into his room and into bed, putting some tissues and a bin next to him, just in case, before heading downstairs to get the soup. He poured some in a bowl, and got a sleeve of crackers. Just before he was about to take it upstairs, of course the baby would start crying, why wouldn't he?

Phil put down the soup and crackers and picked up the baby, rocking him and cooing at him, picking up the bottle and began feeding him. He wondered for a second if he could manage carrying the baby, feeding him, and bringing Dan his soup and crackers all at the same time, but ultimately opted to not cheat death today.

Feeding always took forever, about 10 minutes at a time, which wasn't that bad but Phil was a busy man and he didn't want Dan's soup to get cold.

By the grace of god, just moments later, the fussing stopped and the baby went silent again, signalling he was sleeping. Phil put him back in his carriage and covered him over with the blanket before grabbing the soup and crackers once again, taking them to Dan.

When he walked in, Dan was tucked in under a bunch of blankets, scrolling on his phone.

"Hey," Phil said as he entered, "made you some soup to help ease your throat."

Dan smiled weakly at him, "you're so sweet, thank you."

Phil put down the bowl on the bedside table, cursing as he realized he left the baby carriage downstairs, running down and grabbing it before coming back up.

They decided to sit in bed and watch movies all day and chat, just try to have a nice, calming day. As Phil put on a movie, he sat down next to Dan against the headboard, covering himself over and watching as Dan attempted to eat the soup, cursing as he realized it had not cooled off yet.

"Careful, it's hot," Phil said unhelpfully, looking over at him with a cheeky grin.

"Thanks Phil," Dan said hoarsely.

About halfway through the movie, Phil realized that his days plans had been foiled at this point and could only pray that by tomorrow, Dan would be feeling better. He didn't want to finish the project together and then go back to pretending they were complete strangers in class.

Phil spent the rest of that day practically attached to Dan at the hip, rubbing his back when he threw up, while still looking away so he himself didn't vomit, feeding Dan soup and giving him medicine so he could feel better as soon as possible. Phil felt quite selfish that he was mainly helping Dan feel better so he could ask him on a date tomorrow, he was just nervous that if he didn't do it tomorrow, it might never happen.

By the time 8:00pm rolled around, Dan was fast asleep and snoring like a bear.

'Endearing,' Phil thought to himself sarcastically as he questioned whether or not he should attempt to smother Dan with a pillow, but opted against it and decided instead to go and lay on the couch. As much as he loved laying with Dan, the sound of snoring made him want to murder someone.

Phil grabbed a spare blanket out of his linen closet - as Dan had stolen all of Phil's sheets and wrapped himself in a warm, cozy cocoon about 2 hours ago - and headed downstairs. He lazily stacked up some couch pillows and collapsed onto the sofa, grabbing the blanket and throwing it over himself.

Right as Phil was about to fall asleep, the baby started crying. Of course.

"Shit," Phil said as he realized he forgot entirely about the baby and went upstairs to get him. He grabbed the carriage quickly and headed out of the room, rolling his eyes as he realized the doll hadn't woken Dan.

Halfway down the stairs, Phil froze and realized that the baby hadn't woken up Dan and that he was no longer snoring, so he quickly went downstairs and changed the baby before heading upstairs again, as paranoia got the better of him, to check that Dan was still breathing and wasn't choked to death by his own mucus.

Right as Phil was halfway up the stairs, Dan's snoring filled the house again and Phil was both relieved and annoyed. Relieved that the death of his new romantic interest was not going to be on his hands and annoyed that since Dan is alive, that means the snoring continues.

Phil stopped and shook his head at himself, wondering why the hell he really thought Dan was dead in the first place.

'Oh anxiety, thou art a confusing and relentless bastard,' he thought to himself.

Phil continued downstairs and plopped his body on the couch, keeping a hand hanging down the side so he could rock the baby carriage to keep the baby calm.

A few hours later, Phil felt a sudden weight on his upper body, panicking for a second before opening his eyes and seeing Dan curled in a ball on top of him, sniffling and trying to catch his breath.

Phil kept silent, deciding to rub Dan's back and pull him in closer, not questioning him as to not upset Dan further, though he was extremely concerned.

"He won't leave me alone," Dan whispered, sniffling again, "why does he hate me so much Phil?"

"What do you mean?" Phil asked gently, running his fingers through Dan's hair

"My dad," Dan said, leaving Phil with more questions than answers.

"Could you elaborate a bit more? Only if you want to," Phil said

Dan proceeded to tell Phil the entire story about his dad leaving and how it had an effect on his entire family. He told him about how depressed he had become after it, how many times he had caught his mother crying, trying to call his father and beg him to listen for just one minute, how desperately Dan tried to forget, tried to stop blaming himself through all the people that told him that this was all his fault, how his dad had outed him to the entire family after what happened before never hearing from him again, and how his dad now had his number and was harassing Dan and manipulating him.

Phil asked to see the texts and Dan embarrassingly held up his phone, seeing the screen completely smashed, the phone almost in bits at this point.

"Dan what happened to your phone?" Phil asked, in shock

"I smashed it, I didn't know what else to do anymore Phil, he's got too much control over me,"

"He has no control over you, Dan, you are an adult, you can take care of yourself, only you have control over yourself, you cannot let him take that from you. Dan you are an amazing person, you're intelligent, sweet, funny, you are amazing in every sense of the word, don't let his opinions on you change it. He will always be your parent, but he stopped being a Dad the moment he walked out of that fucking door and didn't look back. Now he's just another person with another shitty opinion that you can't let control you, as hard as it is," At this point, Phil was almost in tears himself, seeing Dan this upset and allowing an irrelevant figure to shape who Dan was and how he felt made Phil feel a mix of anger and extreme sadness.

Dan was stuttering over his own words, unsure of what to say, his eyes wide and pupils blown, his face was red and puffy, his eyes were bloodshot and his hair was an absolute disaster, and Phil was completely in love with him.

"Dan," Phil started, a nervous hint to his voice

Dan looked him in the eyes, silently urging him to continue speaking

"Can I kiss you?" Phil's heart was beating out of his chest and he felt as if he could pass out at any moment, and he suddenly felt like this was not the time or place to ask Dan if he could kiss him, but neither one of them were good at conveying their feelings through words, and Phil wanted Dan to know how important he was.

"Please," Dan whispered, so low Phil almost didn't hear him

Phil nodded, sitting himself up a bit, holding Dan on his lap, as close to him as he possibly could. They both began to lean in, Phil's shaky vision focused on Dan's lips until Dan spoke up quickly.

"Oh god I'm nervous," Dan said, looking away and laughing nervously

"It's okay, me too," Phil laughed softly along with him.

They sat back and stared at each other with eyes full of adoration, neither one of them moving to lean in again yet

."Maybe this isn't the best time for this," Phil said, "I know I'm the one that asked but I'm just thinking there might be a better time and a better place," Phil could see Dan's heart breaking through the emotions showing in his eyes before Phil continued talking, "like possibly 5:00pm tomorrow at J&J's restaurant down the road?" (A/N yes J&J are exactly who you think they are)

Phil didn't really mean for it to come out as such a nervous question, but he couldn't help it

Dan's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly, "yeah I'd love that."

Phil was completely overjoyed, and at this point, completely overtired, as he spoke about the plan, "how about tomorrow we go get you a new phone, we'll call your mum tomorrow morning and tell her your phone broke, we'll get you an all new number, we'll take down the old phone's number, everything, and then we can go for dinner."

Dan was completely happy with the plan, in disbelief that he would finally get to go on a date with a boy that he really liked.

"Oh, and," Phil said, an embarrassed smile on his face, cheeks red, "I've been planning this now for a day and my mum already said she would watch Finn for us while we went out."

Dan shook his head, an endearing smile on his face as he tackled Phil down onto the couch, both of them laughing as Dan made himself a koala around Phil's body, resting his head on Phil's chest.

'Yeah, I wouldn't mind spending forever with him,' Phil thought as he kissed the top of Dan's head, lying back, just a few moments later, feeling Dan reach up and place a soft kiss on his neck, both of them looking and smiling at each other, falling peacefully asleep.

The next morning, they woke up to the sounds of screaming, as usual, but this time both of them were unreasonably happy to deal with feeding the baby and to do everything they needed to do around the house before they left for the day.

It was around 12:30pm and Dan was in the shower. Phil had taken the baby over to his mum's house, Dan saying he was too nervous to go over with him and meet her. Phil had understood and had ventured out on his own, leaving Dan in the house by himself.

It was one of those days today. One of those days where Dan woke up excited in more ways than one, and while he had been nervous to meet Phil's mum and felt too awkward and uncomfortable to introduce himself yet, he also wanted to stay home so he could jerk off in the shower, and really, he could do that while Phil was home, but Dan was a whiner, and Phil would definitely be able to hear him.

Dan wasted absolutely no time, Phil said he would return in about half an hour and he only had about 20 minutes left. He wrapped a hand around his hard cock, his breath catching in his throat as an immediate shiver took over his sensitive body. It had been way too long.Dan let out a soft whine as he stroked himself, paying close attention to the tip of his cock and every spot that could have his knees collapsing from underneath him in just seconds. He was horny to the point of being overly sensitive and he absolutely loved it.

"Phil," he whispered under his breath, his mind wandering to all the things he and Phil could do after their date tonight. Dan had never really imagined himself as someone submissive, but if Phil so much as breathed near his neck he'd probably lay on his back with his legs open and begin begging. Phil just brought out that side of him.

His hips began thrusting into his hand, cursing himself for being close already. He stroked faster and faster, using his free hand to reach underneath and stroke his balls, making him let out a loud whine and throw his head back against the wall.

"Fuck!" Dan just about screamed, a few tears escaping as he felt his high creeping up on him slowly.

His breathing was quick labored and Dan was no longer certain if his hair was wet due to the fact that he was in the shower or if it was sweat.

"Gonna cum," Dan whined to no one in particular, looking down at himself as he imagined Phil on his knees, staring up at Dan with both the most and least innocent eyes possible and his tongue sticking out of his mouth.

Dan let out a long whine as his body trembled, his high washing over his body intensely, stroking himself as hard as he could to milk out his orgasm.

Dan continued leaning against the wall of the shower for a good 10 minutes longer before hearing the front door opening and Phil yelling, "Honey! I'm home!"

Dan couldn't help but roll his eyes and snort out a laugh at that, yelling back, "I'm in the shower!"

Phil didn't reply, so Dan decided to finally use his legs, praying they didn't betray him and completely buckle beneath him and continued washing his hair and body before stepping out the shower, drying himself off. Just as he turned off the water, he heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"You've been in there since before I left, are you lonely yet? Do you want someone to join you? I will volunteer if a friend is needed." Phil said through the door

Dan laughed in response, "I'm fine Phil, but thanks for the offer."

"Anytime," and with that, Dan heard the footsteps slowly making their way further from the bathroom and out to, Dan presumed, the living room. Dan continued drying himself off, looking in the mirror before he decided he didn't totally look like a wet mop and made his way out to the living room with Phil.When he walked out, he definitely did not expect to see Phil sitting on the couch with a McDonalds bag next to him, munching on a breakfast sandwich. He motioned for Dan to come and sit down next to him

"Finally! Your food is gonna get cold! I didn't really know what you liked so I got a shit ton of things you can go through. If you don't like some of these things, well I'll eat pretty much anything so it won't go to waste," Phil looked up from the bag at Dan with a smile on his face and Dan couldn't help mimic the same loving smile, sitting down and beginning to look through the bag.

"Jesus Christ Phil, how did you fit this all in one bag?" Dan asked, looking through everything.

"Well, once McDonalds food gets cold, it gets mushy and gross feeling but you can automatically go from 3 bags to 1 because of it."

Dan snorted, "a true problem solver."

They sat and chatted while eating their somewhat cold breakfast, just enjoying each others company. The next time they looked at the clock it was 2pm and they decided it was time to head out to get Dan a new phone. They had called his mum first thing when they woke up that morning and told her he had dropped it and smashed it so she wouldn't get worried when Dan didn't answer her good morning text within 3 1/2 minutes.

They headed out to the shop down the road and began looking at new phones, Phil reminding Dan of their dinner reservations for 5:00 so they couldn't dilly dally, but that remark went straight out the window when Phil caught sight of a displayed old flip phone that was plugged in and worked.

"Oh my god Dan you've gotta see this shit! An ancient artifact!" Phil said pointing at the phone.

Dan laughed and made his way over to where Phil was as they began dabbling with the phone, earning a glare from one of the workers.They decided eventually that they should act more like adults and they began properly looking around the shop.

One of the workers came up to them and Dan shivered uncomfortably as he felt cold fingers rubbing down his arm and an uncomfortably close voice whisper in his ear.

"Can I help you with anything today sir?" Dan tensed up and turned around, seeing the girl, Brittney they had seen at the store the other day smiling knowingly at him. Of course she worked here. Dan could never catch a break.

Phil turned around from where he was looking and walked over to Dan, intertwining their fingers and rubbing his thumb along the back of Dan's hand comfortingly, "I think we're okay thanks."

Phil's tone was slightly bitter but he tried to hold a sincere smile on his face.

"Alright, come find me if you need any help," she said and turned around with a wink, walking away.

"I can never catch a break," Dan shook his head, still holding tight onto Phil's hand.

"I know babe, but it'll be alright," Phil said squeezing Dan's hand in reassurance as they continued looking around for a phone. After a while of looking, they decided to go with an iPhone 6s and got it all set up, texting Dan's mum with Dan's new number before heading out of the store.

"What time is it now?" Dan asked, blushing as he realized Phil was still holding his hand.

Phil took his phone out of his pocket, opening it to check the time, "it is 4:00, we should probably head back home to get changed and then head to the restaurant yeah?"

Dan nodded in agreement and they walked back to Phil's house hand in hand.

They arrived back at Phil's around 4:30, getting changed quickly.

Dan didn't know why but he was extremely nervous. He was wearing a white button up shirt, one his mum had bought for him quite a long time ago that didn't quite fit him as well as he remembered due to the fact that he is now about 5 inches taller than when she bought it and that he has a bit of stomach pudge now. But Dan simply undid one of the almost choking buttons and tucked the bottom of the ill-fitting shirt into his black jeans. His hair was extra curly today but his hands were far too shaky for him to actually do anything about it.

He decided he looked good enough and headed downstairs, his breath catching as he saw Phil standing in a light blue button down and black jeans. A simple look but it still took Dan's breath away. Phil smiled at Dan lovingly and reached his hand out for Dan to hold again.

Dan took his hand again and they headed out the door, getting in Phil's car. Phil began driving, turning the radio on as background noise for their conversation. The restaurant was really just a 10 minute walk down the road but while they were getting ready it had began to rain, so they decided it would be better to drive.

They arrived at the restaurant, Dan sticking extremely close to Phil's side as he felt intimidated by the large amount of people in the establishment.They were seated not too long after they arrived, immediately looking through their menus. Half of the things on the menu Dan either didn't like or had never tried before so he decided to stay safe and get some pasta instead of trying anything weird or new.

Once they had both decided what they wanted, they put the menus down on the fairly big table and started chatting. Phil asked Dan what he had decided to order and Dan in returned asked Phil the same question

"I'm getting the chicken alfredo, mainly because I don't know how to pronounce half of the other things on the menu," Phil said chuckling

"Me too," Dan said

They continued chatting until their waiter came along and took their orders. She seemed quite nice, maybe a bit too nice to Dan for Phil's liking but Phil didn't think much of it as Dan seemed to be oblivious to it

The clattering of dishes, the loud chatting amongst families, the occasional screams of small children and the faint sounds of a song that neither of them could make out filled the atmosphere of the restaurant

The two boys continued their chatting. They talked about family, their futures and eventually fell upon the topic of having children in the future.A loud screech of an obviously displeased child made both boys wince slightly before looking over at the mum at the next table over who was frantically trying to calm the child.

"So, do you want kids in the future?" Phil laughed, speaking quietly

"Definitely. I love children. I've always loved the idea of adopting a child you know? I don't know why, I just really want to raise a child and watch them grow to become the person they want to be, but goddamn pregnancy sounds dramatic," Dan said

Phil stared at Dan lovingly while he spoke, Dan catching his stare and looking away, trailing off in the middle of his sentence

"I also want to have children in the future but pregnancy does sound a bit too dramatic for me as well," Phil said

"Well then I guess it's a good thing you're a guy huh?" Dan laughed

Phil shook his head in response and rolled his eyes, laughing, "shut up."

"You know, speaking of children," Dan said as his eye caught sight of a piece of paper on the side of the table with some crayons.

On the paper was a colouring page of a fish. Dan asked Phil if Phil wanted to help him colour the photo.

"You're such a child," Phil said, picking up a crayon

The two began to colour, continuing their conversations about their futures

They completely lost track of time as before they knew it, the waitress was bringing out their meals and setting them down in front of them, warning them that it was hot.

"Not the only thing here that's hot though," she mumbled under her breath, looking at Dan. Dan seemed not to hear her as he put away the crayons and colouring page but Phil definitely heard, choosing not to say anything as he didn't want to ruin this night for Dan.

She walked away, flashing a sickeningly sweet smile at Phil before disappearing out of sight

Both boys ate in comfortable silence, still keeping a slow conversation flowing between them.

It was really nice. They didn't need to keep a constant conversation going, they were just comfortable in each other's presence, enjoying the company.

Before they knew it, they were done their meals and it was 8pm. The restaurant was close to empty now and they went up to the counter to pay the bill.

As soon as the bill was paid, they walked out of the door hand in hand, Phil's grip tightening as he caught the waitress giving Dan a wink before they left.

"You alright?" Dan asked, looking up at him with big, soft brown eyes

Phil sighed contentedly, looking back into Dan's innocent gaze with a smile, "yeah I'm perfectly fine."

Dan smiled back and they both got into the car.

"You know," Dan said as he buckled his seatbelt, "you never did give me that kiss yet."

Phil was perplexed for a split second before remembering their conversation from the previous night

"Would you like that kiss now?" Phil asked

Dan inhaled sharply, his gaze suddenly nervous as the totality of the situation set in, but he nodded his head

"Are you sure? I don't want to do anything you don't want me to do, we can wait until another time," Phil said

"Please kiss me," Dan said, voice just above a whisper

Phil smiled at him and nodded before leaning in and connecting their lips, his heart just about jumping out of his chest and he couldn't help the giggle that spilled from his lips as he was overwhelmed with happiness.

Dan smiled widely against his lips, Phil's contagious laughter making him giggle as well.

After a few moments the kiss began to deepen, both of them breathing heavy and Dan let out a soft whimper as Phil bit down on his lip. Phil pulled away with red cheeks and lust filled eyes.

"Back seat?" Phil asked.Dan nodded immediately in response, taking off his seatbelt and making his way to the back, taking a moment to notice that it was completely dark and there were no more cars in the parking lot.

Both of them hopped in the back seat, getting situated as their lips connected once again, Dan's fingers tangling themselves in the hair on the back of Phil's neck as he yanked on them.Phil let out a small whine at that and straddled Dan's hips, clumsily trying to undo his belt.

"Can't be too long," Phil gasped as Dan emitted a whimper against his lips, "gotta pick up the baby from mums house."

Dan nodded, biting back a whine as Phil began kissing his neck and untucked the too-small shirt from Dan's pants, undoing the buttons on the shirt.

"Phil please," Dan moaned, just above a whisper as he threw his head back, his hips bucking. His neck was incredibly sensitive, and Phil's soft lips and the breath hitting his neck put him into a state of pure bliss.

Phil smirked against Dan's neck as he began to unbutton Dan's jeans, storing the information about Dan's neck being sensitive in the back of his brain for a later date

"Definitely can't go all the way," Phil panted as he began to grind down against Dan, "there's not enough room for how tall we both are. And we'll save that for another night."

Phil pulled back from Dan's neck, taking a minute to fully admire the boy in this state. Dan had a few small red marks on his neck that were quickly beginning to darken, his eyes were clouded with lust, his cheeks flushed and his hair was especially curly and messy from Phil pulling on it to allow better access to Dan's neck. His shirt was undone and slightly wrinkled, leaving an expanse of beautifully untouched skin for Phil's eyes and lips to admire. Phil adored every bit of his body.

Phil pulled down Dan's jeans as far as they would go with Dan sitting up and began palming Dan through his boxers. Dan squeezed his eyes shut and let out a silent gasp, his mouth hanging wide open in pleasure.

"Please kiss me," Dan said, lifting his head to look at Phil with love filled eyes.Phil quickly obliged, connecting their lips as he used his other hand to undo the button of his own jeans, pulling them down as far as he could while straddling Dan and taking his boxers with them.

Dan disconnected their lips for a second to look down and admire Phil's cock. It was long and just as hard as Dan was right now.

Phil pulled down Dan's boxers as well, biting his lip as he stared before bringing himself closer to Dan and using one hand to start rubbing their cocks against each other, jerking both of them off with one hand.

"Fuck," Dan gasped, leaning in and reconnecting their lips with an air of neediness, his hands coming back up around Phil's neck and pulling him impossibly closer.

Phil's other hand came up, pressing against the back window of the small vehicle to steady himself as he rocked his hips.

"So good," Dan whined against Phil's lips, bringing a hand out from behind Phil's neck to play with his own nipples.Their tongues were tangled with each other, sweat dripping down their foreheads and Dan began squirming as he got close.

"Stop squirming," Phil demanded in a dominating voice.

Dan either didn't hear or didn't care, because his hips kept bucking and his squirming got worse as time went on.

"I said, stop squirming," Phil growled as he reached out and quickly wrapped his hand around Dan's neck, pressing down slightly.

Dan's eyes went wide as he threw his head back, choking on a moan as he came suddenly, the warm spurts shooting up his chest, thankfully avoiding his shirt. He let out loud gasps and whines as he came down.

"So close," Phil grunted as the grip of his fingers eased and he let go of Dan's clock and his neck, continuing to jerk himself.

Dan bit his lip, watching the sight before looking up at Phil with a glint of evil in his eyes, "come on Phil, cum for me."

Phil's hips bucked into his own fingers, his eyes squeezed shut."Please Daddy," Dan whined softly into Phil's ear.

"Fuck," Phil groaned loudly, throwing his head back as he came all over his fingers, rubbing himself through his high.

Both boys sat there panting, admiring each other, the cum drying on them becoming more and more uncomfortable as the moments went on.Phil reached behind him and grabbed a packet of tissues he kept in his car in case of spills and wiped off his fingers and Dan's chest.

After he was wiped down, Dan buttoned up his pants and shirt again, and Phil did the same with his pants

.Phil reached forward with gentle fingers and began to fix Dan's hair slightly for him. Dan's cheeks where still red and his eyes were still slightly glazed over, his lips red and swollen and Phil couldn't help but smile at the sight of him.

"You're so beautiful," Phil said, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Dan's lips, Dan smiling back at him, glad his cheeks were already red so Phil couldn't see his blush.

Both boys clambered out of the backseat and got back into the front of the car, fixing their wrinkled clothing before they began driving.

The rest of the night was spent picking up the baby from Phil's mums house, Dan finally meeting her and introducing himself. They ended up staying at Phil's mums house for a bit while she showed Dan embarrassing photos of Phil when he was a toddler and when he was a teen. Phil was not quite as amused as Dan was but couldn't hold back the smile that appeared on his face whenever Dan would laugh loudly and poke fun at Phil's old photos.

As they drove back to Phil's house that night, Dan continued poking fun at Phil until eventually tiring himself out and falling asleep with his head against the car window, and as Phil looked over at him when they pulled into the driveway, there was only one thing replaying in his mind: 'Yeah, I wouldn't mind spending forever with him.'

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Student Council Prez [16]

Episode 15 - Episode 16 - Episode 17 Words: 4.9k Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au

“Behave yourself, okay?” You pat Sohyun’s sun hat down so it’ll stay on her head, sighing once as you grab the luggage. “We’re guests at his house so no fooling around.”

“Noona…” Sungjae digs his feet into his sneakers and secures his backpack over his shoulders. “Are you dating Yoongi?”

Sohyun also looks up curiously and you stare at them expressionlessly before moving outside the room. “Yes.”

It was already Spring break and all the council members were heading to Taehyung’s grandparent’s house over in the countryside; for ‘team building’ they had said but you supposed it was to goof off and just have fun. When he invited you, you declined since you couldn’t leave your siblings by themselves but then he told you to bring them along. Taehyung kept on pressing about the matter every single day, every single time he saw you until you finally cracked and gave in. Somehow, you almost suspected that the entire trip was planned for him to be able to play with the two kids.

Everyone had decided to meet in front of the school that was now empty.

“Y/N!” Taehyung screams out with a wave and comes running up to you. His eyes dart to your brother and then your sister and his smile widens considerably. “And oh my god! Look at who we have here!”

Sungjae grimaces, staring down at his shoes while mumbling incoherently. He’s dressed in a blue flannel and shorts, carrying his red backpack. You suppose he doesn’t like Taehyung very much. Sohyun, on the other hand, is wearing a pastel Easter dress that your aunt had sent and luckily it was the cuter one with floral prints and bows at the sleeves. With her flower sun hat, it made her look absolutely adorable but you couldn’t imagine what Taehyung saw since he practically melted on the floor at the sight of her.

“Taehyung…” You look up with widened eyes. “What is that?”

He follows your line of sight to the huge bus parked at the curb of the road, a cloth sign attached to it reading ‘Taetae and the members’. He grins at you. “It’s the party bus!”

“You rented a whole bus?” You frown in disbelief.

He shrugs. “It’s no big deal. It’s got some food and a karaoke machine...some strobe lights.”

“Isn’t the ride only four hours?”

“I know right.” He shakes his head. “I would’ve taken my helicopter instead if it could only fit ten people.”

Sungjae’s frozen, staring at the bus already blasting with music. In a heartbeat’s silence, he takes off running towards it. “Oh my god!”

“It’s cool, isn’t it?” Jimin smiles, eyes crinkling at the young boy.

Sungjae frowns, glaring at him before turning away and making a quiet humming noise. “Do you want some?” Jimin holds out a bag of ketchup chips already half eaten. Sungjae stares down at the bag in contemplation. He’s nervous around strangers and doesn’t want to be rude like you had said but on the other hand, it looks so delicious, calling his name out - “Sungjae. Sungjae.”.

“Thanks.” He mumbles as his hand digs inside.

“Let me have some too!” Jungkook suddenly appears with a huge grin, also delving his fist into the bag and scaring Sungjae shitless, making him flinch while pulling back his hand.

“Hey!” Jin tilts his head back, holding up five plastic bags full of snacks. “Ketchup chips don’t even taste that great! Look what I have!”

Jimin laughs as he continues munching.

“Are you ready?” You bite back a giggle while looking at a very sleepy Yoongi, his hair sticking out in multiple directions and eyes swollen. You reckon he just got up and came over right away, maybe scrambling after he probably slept through the blaring alarm clock.

He hums with a sweet smile before reaching out to grab your hand, wanting nothing more than to hold hands; but he’s recoils, becoming startled at your sudden booming voice-

“Will you let go of him?!” You look down at Sohyun who’s literally wrapped around Yoongi’s leg, pouting and chewing on some gum that Taehyung gave her. She’s a koala bear, hanging onto his pants.

She moves her head and looks straight at you. “No.”

“He can’t even walk!” You frown. “Are you being defiant already? Do you want to go home? We don’t have to go, you know!”

“Ah..don’t yell at her.” Taehyung slides up beside you with pleading eyes. He bends over and lifts Sohyun who’s not struggling, up in his arms with ease as she giggles. “You’re too cute to be scolded! Yes, you are!”

“Taehyung…” You huff out. “She’s not a baby.”

She scrunches her face out and sticks her tongue out. You roll your eyes at the action while Taehyung just laughs like a fool in absolute adoration. You wonder how he can hold her for so long when she’s already so big and heavy. In the meanwhile, Sungjae slowly slides up beside you, slightly wary of the unfamiliar strangers around him.

“So...are we going to get this show on the road?!” Hoseok screeches out and you laugh at his obnoxious Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses. “Let’s get a move on everybody!”

Yoongi looks at you longingly from across the bus aisle, ignoring Taehyung’s obnoxious singing and Jin’s squeaky laughter. You’re sitting beside your brother while engaged in some sort of conversation with Namjoon and he can’t help but feel jealous; not for you chit chatting with another male but for not being able to simply talk to you.

He’s sitting beside your younger sister who’s sipping on a juice box; her swinging her legs back and forth. Jimin quite frequently turns around and just stares at her, smiling in a cute way that makes Yoongi’s toes curl together. Yoongi adores your sister, there’s no doubt about that but he’s in distress for not even being able to get much of a word in with you.

It seems like now the tables have turned and he’s the one chasing after you for your attention.

“We’re here!” Jungkook screams, echoing through the whole valley.

There are hills and hills, fields with a dirt road coming in and out. It’s sort of run down with a small town center a few blocks away but in front of you lies a big wooden house, taking on a Japanese style with sliding doors and three steps up the entrance.

Taehyung turns around and waves enthusiastically to the bus driver as he drives off; then he takes off running to the door. “Grandma! Grandpa!”

“It’s hot, isn’t it?” Yoongi appears by your side, wiping away his sweat as you laugh.

“We’ve literally been outside for less than three minutes.” You give him an amused expression.

He sighs with a small smile. “You know how I feel about the sun.”

“I do.” You nod before looking onwards. Yoongi reaches out his arm, about to grab your hand and twine his fingers through yours but he meets the empty air when you begin to walk ahead while pulling your luggage. “Let’s go, you two!” You call out to your siblings who hop along behind the other council members. You don’t realize how you’ve let Yoongi in the dust.

“Aigoo! You came already?” An older lady with curly gray hair slides open the door. An older man also adorning silver locks joins her as the two slide on their slippers and step outside.

“Hello.” Everyone bows their head and she smiles.

“Grandma, you remember everyone right?” Taehyung grins. “Oh and this is Y/N and her two siblings!

She looks at you with a look of mischief and curiosity. “Is that so?”

“But she’s not my girlfriend or anything like that.” He pipes up quickly. “She’s with Yoongi.”

“Oh. Oh!” She looks back from you to Yoongi several times and laughs. “They match.”

Your eyes widen, feeling your face flush as suddenly everyone’s turned to the both of you and Yoongi just can’t help but smile. “Thank you.”

“Well, well. There’s no point in standing out here and chit-chatting! Come inside, we just sliced some watermelon!” Taehyung’s grandfather smiles and turns on his heel.

The house, though big, is quickly filled up when there are twelve people. The members split up into two big rooms, Yoongi with Hoseok and Jimin; and Jungkook, Namjoon, Jin and Taehyung in another. You and your siblings move your luggage over into another room but they both disappear, Sohyun eating watermelon and blowing bubbles outside with Jungkook and Taehyung while your brother nervously hangs around Jimin.

You’re staring at the room you’re staying in - the rolled up mattresses and blankets piled in the corner, the straw mats as flooring and the tiny clock on the wall. You move to slide open another door and you’re met with bright, blinding light. You inhale the fresh air that comes kissing your face, eyes adjusting to the blue sky and the endless green fields. There’s a small garden growing off to the side of the stairs and you gaze at it for a second before moving to set your luggage down. After a quick stretch, you plop to the floor to watch the beautiful scenery.

Just then the doors behind you slide open and you turn around, a smile forming at who it is. “Are you not going to go outside?” Yoongi asks as he slides the door closed.

You hum. “Maybe later. But what about you? Isn’t there nothing to do if you don’t go outside?”

“That’s why I’m here now.” He takes a seat next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder and you giggle at his unusual affection.

You scoff. “Am I just being used to make you less bored?”

“Hm.” He smiles softly, eyes fluttering. “Maybe.”

You scoff again before the both of you sit in comfortable silence, lingering in each other’s presence. “I guess I’ll go see what Sohyun’s up to and make sure she’s okay. Sungjae’s a bit wary of strangers but Jimin’s nice so I think he’ll be fine. Maybe we’ll head down to the town center like Taehyung said and to the park. I think he said something about kite flying.”

You mindless continue rambling your plans out loud. “Head back to dinner, go to bed and tomorrow we’ll go to the river?”

Yoongi looks up at you with odd innocence. But you know he is anything but innocent. “What about me?”

“What about you?” You frown.

“Well…” He looks down at your hand, supporting your weight as you lean back and he reaches out to hold it. “Don’t you have any plans with me?”

Before you can even hear his finished sentence, a booming voice interrupts and overrides his voice. “Y/N!” Jin’s voice vibrates somewhere in the house, the walls being thin. “Are you going to eat?!”

“Oh, we should go.” You retract your hand, right when he’s about to have it in his grasps and you begin to get up.

“Let’s g-” Your words become high pitched and a strangled yelp leaves your lips as Yoongi suddenly pulls you down.

“Will you stop doing that?!” You shout at him with a deep knot in between your brows as he pins you to the floor. This isn’t the first time he’s pulled you down. “What’s wrong with you?!”

“Tell him in a bit.” Yoongi growls close to your ear. Your pupils dilate, breath staggering and you feel your entire body heating up. All simply from one sentence. You’re truly going insane. “Now.” He softly pinches the skin of your thigh, snapping you out of your daze and making yet another yelp leave your lips.

“Y/N?!” Jin calls out to you.

“LATER!” You shout back at him in urgency, ignoring the way your voice cracks and Yoongi smirks.

“Good girl.” He praises.

You roll your eyes. “What do you want?”

He sighs, lips moving into a straight line as he shakes his head in disapproval. “It’s so frustrating how you drive me insane without even knowing.”

“Are you kidding me?!” You laugh in disbelief. “You’re the one that’s always driving me crazy.”

“Guess we just drive each other crazy.” He grins and you cringe at the greasiness.

There’s a slight silence while you both stare at each other; him still on top of you, hands on either side of the head, palms pressed against the straw floor. He’s next to your face, so close that you can see the kaleidoscope patterns in his irises. But his lips are still a good distance away from yours, barely reachable.

“Tell me what’s wrong Yoongi or get off of me.” You choke out in slight worry and exasperation.

“The problem is…” He grunts out before a sigh of defeat leaves his mouth. “Iwanttospendmoretimewithyouisthattoomuchtoaskfor?”

You grin at him, laughing for a moment. “What?”

He pouts, getting off of you and sitting himself up. “Nothing.”

You follow suit, in a seated position beside him with still a grin on your lips. You lightly punch him in the arm and he winces. “Say it again.”

“No.”

You force your lips to turn upside down. “But I swear I thought I heard you say that you...wanted…. to spend more time with me?” You playfully tease and he grimaces.

“You know what? Nevermind.” Right when he’s about to get up, you’re the one this time who pounces on him, pulling him down.

“I don’t think so.” You straddle his lap, holding his shoulders down with a smirk. He frowns, scrunching up his face. You pull on his cheeks until he slaps your hands away. “You’re too cute, prez.”

“What did I say about calling me cute?” He grunts out, displeased but his frown completely loosens when you shift your placement around, accidentally grazing his crotch with your body and against both your clothes.

You move to lie completely on top of him, planking flat against his body and he pretends to complain. Unlike his words however, he moves to snake his arms around your waist, keeping you in place. You kiss his lips and he moves his head forward, trying to deepen it but is found in dismay when you move away. “Really?” He moans in annoyance.

You giggle before pecking his lips again, over and over again, fleetingly without letting him prolong it which only adds to his annoyance. In vengeance, he grinds against you and your eyes grow wide while a soft moan releases from his lips. Your body heats up even more and you swallow hard, moving into a whisper.

“Yoongi.” You reprimand sharply while worriedly glancing at the door. “We can’t do that here.”

“Why not?” He cocks his head to the side, faking innocence as he bats his eyelashes.

“Because the walls are thin!” You yell at him in a murmur. “And we’re in Taehyung’s grandparents home!”

He smirks. “Guess we’re just going to have to keep quiet then.”

Before any more words can be exchanged, he catches his lips in yours; goosebumps rising as his hand slowly travels past your shirt. The heated moment doesn’t last long though when the door suddenly slides open and you and Yoongi pull away, looking up at Namjoon who’s standing there….not even slightly fazed.

“You know…” The three of you are staring at each other as Namjoon finally speaks up. “...you should really lock the door or put up a sign or something.”

“But don’t let me stop you.” He nods his head. “Continue.”

Namjoon quietly closes the door, sliding it shut before walking away and you groan in embarrassment, climbing off of your boyfriend. He sighs. “Why do we always get damn interrupted?”

You give him a look with a small laugh as you shake your head. “C’mon let’s go.”

You hold out your hand to him and he finally twines his fingers through yours, the both of you standing and leaving to where everyone else is.

“You know…” Jin starts off, drawing the syllables out. “This would be such a nice place to bring my girlfriend.”

Then ten of you are walking down the street during sunset, the heat subsidizing and the sky in beautiful rays of orange hues. “Except I don’t have a girlfriend!!!” He screams out, punching and thrashing the air around him as Jimin laughs. Jin turns to you and Yoongi who are walking side by side.

“What?” You frown.

“I’m jealous.” He says and the both of you scoff together.

“You don’t need a girlfriend when you have me!” Hoseok runs and jumps on Jin’s back. He automatically sways to the side then brings his arms back, piggybacking him.

“Get off!” He whines.

Sohyun giggles, being carried in Taehyung’s arms and the two are glued together, neither one wanting to let the other go. Sungjae, on the other hand, you’re completely wrong about. When you thought he admired Jimin and wanted to befriend him, he was really just feeling him out. And it seems like Sungjae had found a new target to bully while Jungkook had found a new partner in mischief. The two boys are teasing and bothering Jimin purposely who’s a soft sucker and let’s them, only running to Namjoon for help and trying to hide behind him.

The both of you are behind everyone else and using the opportunity to your advantage - Yoongi slyly catches your hand and holds it. You wonder if he really likes holding hands with you, always find opportunities in doing so. With a flicker of playfulness, you tug him in and he stumbles, caught off guard until you plant a kiss to his lips. He scoffs as you pull away and in revenge, he plants one on your cheek.

Hoseok turns around to see what the whole commotion is all about but is left a tiny bit confused at how the both of you are looking in different directions from each other, wearing complete poker faces. When he turns back around, you secretly kiss Yoongi long enough to make him smile against your lips.

The rain rushes down hard from the sky, pummeling the ground; if you walked outside without an umbrella, for one you wouldn’t be able to see and it would feel like someone’s beating your head. But the endless shower is nice when you’re indoors, listening to the soft thumps on the rooftop and against the glass windows. It’s also soothing to listen to when you’re tucked away in warm blankets with your head on a pillow, ready to drift off to sleep.

“Noona.” Sungjae shakes your arm beside you, flinching as he feels a cold droplet splash against his eye. “Noona…”

“What?” You mutter out tiredly, suddenly feeling a wet patch by your feet. “Did you piss yourself? How old are you, Sungjae?” You whine out.

“No I did not piss myself!” He says angrily, standing up and switching on the light. Sohyun shuffles under her blanket with the sudden brightness. “It’s leaking!” He says, pointing to the ceiling.

“What?” You sit up.

“Our roof is leaking!”

Within a few minutes, everyone is alert and on their feet. You storm out of the room with an umbrella, rushing downstairs to the landlady to have a...few words. With your return, Sungjae comes running.

“How was it?” He asks.

You sigh. “Well….at first she said it wasn’t her problem and then after a long…...talk...she’s going to hire someone to patch the roof up.”

“How long is that going to take?”

There’s a slight silence. “A few days. Two weeks at most.”

Sungjae groans the same thought that runs in your mind. “What are we going to do?”

You step into the room where Sohyun’s sitting. There are five buckets and three pots littered on the floor, all catching the water. She adjusts it so it doesn’t splash outside on the wood. There’s no way for all three of you to eat or sleep with the lack of space unaffected by the roof leakage.

You pull out the budget book and calculator, finding out how the finances will be affected if you move into a motel temporarily. With there being a deficit in the allowances if you did move, you wonder if you can complain to the landlady and let you pay this month’s rent next time. You sigh, scratching your bird’s nest hair as you sit exasperatedly on the floor at midnight, calculating and recalculating, wondering if you can cut down on the month’s groceries.

Sohyun tugs on your sleeve and you look down at her. “Yoongi.”

“No. We’re not going to Yoongi’s.”

Sungjae frowns. “Why not? I mean that sounds like a great idea!” He praises your younger sister and she smiles. “We wouldn’t have to spend a dime and-”

“We’ve already crashed at his house so many times.” You scowl out, feeling frustrated. “You know what? Let’s just go to bed. I’ll figure it out in the morning….maybe we’ll just head to Aunt Eunhye’s for two weeks.”

Sungjae eyes grow as big as saucers, face flushing green in panic but he doesn’t say anything when you stand up. That night Sohyun sleeps between two buckets, Sungjae’s in the bathroom next to the toilet bowl and you’re in the hallway between the door and kitchen cabinets. When morning comes, the rain has become even heavier.

After school, you’re alongside Yoongi walking out of the building as he holds a big blue umbrella over your heads. At the entrance, you spot two shorter figures that don’t quite belong with high schoolers; a bumble bee umbrella and a superhero one. That’s when the taller of the two figures turns and greets the both of you with a smile. “Noona! Hyung!”

“What are you doing here?” You glower but he completely ignores you, striding up to your boyfriend as Sohyun splashes puddles behind him.

“Ourhousehasaroofleak.” Sungjae spits out quickly and desperately. “We have nowhere to go.”

“Sungjae!” You sternly call his name and he glances at you in fear.

“Really?” Yoongi turns to you with a frown. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You sigh before turning to your siblings, Sohyun who’s stopped playing around when you called your brother’s name. “We do have somewhere to go.”

Sungjae looks like he’s on the verge of a nervous breakdown. “Please. I don’t want to go to Aunt Eunhye’s.”

“Who ever said we were going to Aunt Eunhye’s?”

“You did.” He whimpers. “Last night.”

You sigh again, touching your forehead for a moment and taking a deep breath. “I was tired last night, I didn’t mean what I said. Her house is all the way in the countryside and we have school, why would we go all the way there?”

“So we’re not going to her?” Sungjae grins with a sudden bright glint in his eyes.

“No.” A small smile forms at your lips. “Boy, you really do not like her, huh. We spent a good Christmas holiday with her though….”

Sohyun pops up in front of you, twirling her yellow bumblebee umbrella. “Uncle’s?”

“No. We won’t go to Uncle’s either.”

“Then where are you going?” Yoongi pipes up with concern and confusion.

“Probably to some motel.” You shrug, the four of you beginning to walk down the street.

“Why don’t you just stay with me?”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re my boyfriend. And I work for you. And we’re classmates.” You scoff out of the obviousness of the situation. “I’m not some charity case and your house isn’t some hotel I can crash at for free.”

“I’m not looking at you as some charity case.” He says in complete seriousness, turning to you. “Is it so bad to ask for help sometimes?” You don’t respond, looking ahead to avoid his boring eyes and unwavering gaze. “It’s because I’m your boyfriend that I want to help.”

“Y/N.” Yoongi calls your name so clearly past the rain that you finally stop in your tracks to look at him. Your eyes connect to his and something immediately lodges in your throat, the way his orbs hold sincerity and the bottom of his lip is caught between his teeth. You falter as he takes a short breath, his knuckles turning white from grasping the handle of the blue umbrella. Your chest constricts as he searches your face gently, drawing out at each of your features.

Even with the raindrops’ pitter-patter against the pavement, it’s completely quiet in your ears. It’s almost as if there’s only the two of you standing on the sidewalk, gazing at each other. No one else exists in your time and space. There’s only him. “I lov-”

“So are we staying at his house?” Sungjae turns around when he realized you’ve both stopped walking, not knowing that he’s interrupted.

You tear your gaze away from Yoongi, mind running wild with what he was about to say. “Um…”

“Yes.” He answers, taking your hand and interweaving his fingers between yours. You sigh out before nodding at your brother and he jumps for joy with a huge grin, your sister giggling as he grabs her in a hug. You look at Yoongi with softened eyes and a sweet expression lingers on his face. “And who said it would be for free? You still need to clean for me.” He teases and you scoff lightly.

At that moment you can’t help but feel strangely emotional; overcome with a feeling or rather a deprivation of not relying on anyone but yourself and now suddenly he’s here. You didn’t realize you were so lonely until Yoongi came into your life and now you weren’t alone, strong shoulders present that you could lean on.

You pull him closer as he smiles and never has your heart swelled more.

“What is this?” You laugh while unpinning a magnet on his fridge, holding the paper in your hand. “Isn’t this my flower sketch from the Cultural festival?”

He turns around, hand still stirring the pot of sauce. “Hm.”

“Wow….Min Yoongi~” You call his name, pinning back the picture. “You’re so cute.”

You snake your arms around his waist as he stands at the stove, still stirring. He doesn’t respond and you guess it’s from embarrassment. “I really thought the drawing was thrown into the recycling bin.”

“It was a cheap purchase.” He mutters under his breath.

“You bought it?!”

“Well it was an art exhibit.” He sighs. “Will you get off of me? It’s too damn hot with the stove heat.”

You laugh since clearly he just wanted you to stop teasing him about the matter. “You’re really too cute.”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“But you are.” You dig your face into his shirt, his fabric softener scent lingering in your nose with every inhale. “You’re cute and sweet and kind, even if no one else knows or ever tells you.”

There’s a slight silence as he stills his hand, a smile on his lips that you don’t see. “What’s wrong with you today?” He pretends to complain but really is lingering in on your back hug and hopes you won’t let go.

He sets down four plates of pasta on the table and you all gather around with your siblings, taking your seats. Sungjae is grinning brightly, intensely happy for staying in Yoongi’s abode and not your aunt or uncle’s. Sohyun has her legs swinging back and forth, beaming from head to toe. It seems like Yoongi isn't just bringing you happiness but everyone around you too.

“Delicious!” Sohyun sings out and Yoongi smiles.

“Is it?” He turns to you. “What do you think?”

You hum casually while taking a bite. “It’s not bad.” He scoffs with a smile at your nonchalant response. “You’re improving.” You add.

“So can we play after we’re done?” Sungjae asks.

“Sure.” Yoongi shrugs.

But when the four of you are done, you all fall into a deep food coma. Both of your siblings are already passed out in the sofa armchairs, having waited for Yoongi to finish washing the dishes; which you had insisted on doing but he didn’t let you even get to the sink, butting ahead of you and moving in the way every time you tried to reach from the side.

Your eyelids are fluttering, losing focus and you begin drifting off. The distant sound of the tap water running shuts off, a few footsteps and the television switches off. The drumming of the rain on the glass and soft beats on the roof continues to sooth you; and you suddenly feel warm arms wrapping around your body.

“Are you sleeping?” He whispers the obvious, just to see if you’ll respond or not.

You hum slowly in response and he laughs, hooking his chin on top of your head as he continues to pat your back gently, holding you in his arms. He doesn’t realize that you begin to cry, eyes still closed as droplets escape down your cheeks, marking your skin; overwhelmed with emotions of him and his boundless, tender adoration towards you.

The four of you lie in his living room, chests softly heaving and dreams playing like a film under your eyes as the rain continues to pummel the ground from the sky. You snuggle closer to Yoongi, hoping for eternity and more that he’ll always be by your side.

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