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summerstardust · 4 years

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Baking Hijinks

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary: After a week of The Doctor avoiding the reader, the reader convinces the The Doctor to bake with them, almost causing unearthed feeling to reveal themselves.

Warnings: none that I know of

Word Count: 1884

It was just one of those days, actually it was just one of those weeks, where nothing seemed to go smoothly. The Doctor grew more and more distressed by the various tedious, teasing clues The Master had been leaving him about her current skeem. This distraction had caused every adventure you and The Doctor would go on to go horribly wrong. No one died, thankfully, but many were injured, including you and The Doctor. He obsessively looked after you after you were injured, all the while not taking care of himself. Once you had recovered, however, he avoided you, shaded in guilt, and if he did run into you, he would wring his hand and look everywhere but your face.

You had received injuries with The Doctor before, but this was the most extreme, probably explaining why The Doctor was hiding from you. You assumed that he was fearful that you would want to leave and if he avoided your presence, you could never ask him to take you home. You might have yelled at him for his childish possessiveness if it wasn't for the fact that over the days you were left isolated, you discovered how desperately you wanted his attention. He obviously felt the same, otherwise he would have let you leave, but knowing the mutual attraction made the lack of interaction between the two of you even more heartbreaking.

The current unfortunate event of the week was the TARDIS malfunctioning. You were unaware if this was because of something The Doctor had done, or if she was just having a tantrum, or something else entirely. Rooms moved around randomly, compared to the strategic, labyrinthian map the TARDIS organised rooms by. You wouldn’t be surprised if she had a color coded schematic, but at the moment, nothing made sense. You wanted to go to the library, you ended up in the trampoline room. You tried to find The Doctor’s study, you arrived in the swimming pool. You tried to go to the console room, you ended up walking in a circle and wound up back at your room. You stayed there for awhile, reading and working creatively, at one point you even started dancing Risky Business style to loud music.

Growing bored again, You tried to plead with the TARDIS to actually let you arrive in your desired destination. You hadn’t eaten all day except for a few sugary snacks you had sneaked into your room, so your growling stomach requested a substantial meal, or maybe some baked goods because who doesn’t love baked goods. Thankfully, the path you were taking seemed normal. You took a calming breath before reaching the door you hoped was the kitchen. You were initially disappointed when you opened the door and saw stacks of books and papers and walls made of bookshelves and a detailed web of all of The Master’s clues. You were in The Doctor’s study, and were about to turn and leave until you saw a sleeping Doctor hunched over his desk. He looked awful, with dark circles under his eyes, his hands stained with ink and covered in scabbed cuts from where he was injured on your last adventure. Again, you contemplated leaving, allowing The Doctor to sleep because he did so rarely, but a light in an adjacent room beyond a small purple couch on the opposite side of the study. You creeped into the room, cringing whenever the floorboards would creak. The new room was a kitchen. Of course The Doctor would have a kitchen attached to his private study. You would have to suggest to The Doctor that you should have a kitchen attached to your bedroom. Like the study being a smaller, more personal version of the main TARDIS library, the kitchen was a quaint, very Doctor, version of the larger main kitchen. There was a small four person table with a light purple rug beneath it. Cabinets that matched the wood of the table, the cabinets were labeled with what should have been in them, but nothing was in its pace, and there was a small, abstract, purple crystalyne chandelier hanging from the ceiling and giving a gentle light to the room.

You snuck around the kitchen, doing your best to be quiet. You thought it would be best to carry your supplies in two trips to minimize noise, one for all of the ingredients and the other for all of the supplies. but being the clumsy klutz you were, you tripped over the edge of the carpet beneath the table causing the pans, bowls and utensils you were holding to fly out of your hands and land on the kitchen floor with a momentous crash. You cursed yourself, crouching quickly to pick up everything, hoping that you did not wake up The Doctor.

“What?! What ‘s going on?! Who’s invading us?!”The Doctor ran into the kitchen with his sonic in one hand and a large spoon in the other. His usually slicked back and perfectly combed hair was standing straight up, his sweater vest was wrinkled, one of his paint legs was rolled up, exposing his purple sock and his matching purple tie was loose, hanging around his neck. Frankly, he looked like an hilarious mess.

“No one is invading us. Doctor, everything is fine.” You tried to sound calm for The Doctor’s sake.

“Then what the hell happened?!” He waived the spoon and sonic around dramatically.

“Oh,” you finally stood up and moved the things you dropped to the table, “I just dropped some pans and baking utensils. Are you okay? You seem stressed.”

“Why are you baking?” Of course he ignored your question, he was too selfless.

“Just to relax. Also, I’m quite hungry, so that helps. I want to make some fettuccine alfredo, but I can’t get over my intense craving for brownies and the moment.” The Doctor still looked shocked, his chocolate eyes wide with fear as he breathed heavily, “Do you want to help me?” You hoped that he would say yes so you two could finally move on from this awkward stalemate the past week had been.

The Doctor agreed, but still avoided eye contact and remained mostly silent. You both moved around the small space comfortably, both clad in dorky aprons the TARDIS probably picked out for you. The Doctor seemed to open up the more you mixed ingredients. The two of you decided that you should scrap the idea of an actual meal and instead make chocolate chunk brownies and chocolate chips cookies and eat them with ice cream.

You mixed one batter mix and The Doctor mixed the other, all in silence. You poured the brownie batter into the baking tin while The Doctor meticulously tried to separate the cookie dough into equal portions. His brows were furrowed, and he bit his lip in intense concentration. You couldn’t help but smile at this innocent look he pulled off so well. He was thousands of years old, he overthrew evil tyrants and saved galaxies, but he looked like a toddler trying to perfect a drawing to hang on the fridge. You saw this as your opportunity to try and return your friendship to the playfulness that was present before this terrible week started, or, at least, end this awful silence. You stuck a finger into the brownie batter and dolloped the unbaked mix on The Doctor’s nose, causing him to shriek and lose his concentration on the cookies. You burst into a fit of loud giggles, doubling over. The Doctor only glared.

“Y/N! Why did you do that?” He went to wipe away the batter, but you grabbed his hands to stop him, forcing him to face you.

“Why not do that? It's funny.” He disagreed and, again, tried to move to clean his face, but you kept him in his place. You stared at each other for a while, a plan growing in your mind, and confusion showed brightly in The Doctor’s eyes. You suddenly leaned forward, still holding The Doctor so he couldn’t back away, and licked the dollop of brownie batter off of his face. You smirked at his flabbergasted expression, his jaw dropping and eyes growing wide. Leaving him to comprehend what just happened, you turned to collect the baking trays and place them in the oven. You continued to ignore The Doctor’s shock, putting all the food supplies away and collecting the dirty utensils and placing them in the sink to wash later. With everything finally put away, you went to clean the things in the sink. After a few more minutes of silence, you felt The Doctor’s hands hesitantly wrap around your waist and his chin rest on your shoulder.

“To answer your question from earlier, I'm not okay. And I’m very stressed. But this has cheered me up.”

“Do you want to talk about anything?” You turned your head slightly to look at him and to your surprise, The Doctor didn’t look away. His eyes were big and sad, but filled with care for you, almost like he couldn’t believe that you were a part of his life.

“Not now, but maybe later.”

“Okay, but just know that I’m here whenever you need me.”

“I know, and I’m sorry for being so distant. I was afraid that you would want to leave.” You dried your hands and turned in his arms to face him. He stiffened a bit, not used to being this close to you, but you squeezed his arms reassuringly.

“I don’t want to leave, Doctor. I don’t know what I would be without you.” You lent your head against his, hoping he would understand your insinuation.

“Do you really not want to leave? You were hurt when I was meant to protect you.” Both of your noses bumped against each other, but you couldn’t tell if he did it on purpose.

“I’m positive that I don’t want to leave. I trust you. Despite how much you want to, you can’t protect me in every situation. What matters is that you helped me when I needed it. Now I want to help you because you definitely need it right now.” Your noses bumped again and again, and The Doctor ghosted his hands up your body until his hands were cradling your face.

“I’m starting to care about you very deeply, Y/N.”

“And I you, Doctor.” He shifted closer, his lips ghosted over yours. When you thought that this agonizing suspense would finally be over, the timer indicating that the brownies and cookies were done baking went off, causing the two of you to seperate. You briefly looked to The Doctor, who looked away, blushing and running a hand through his hair. You ended up retrieving the baked goods and the ice cream to ignore your embarrassment about your almost moment with The Doctor. You hoped that soon enough you would have another moment with him, but for the meantime, you would just have to settle for sharing this snack with him, reveling in the fact that you were no longer sneaking around the TARDIS avoiding each other. This would be enough, for now, to see his smile, the warmth of his eyes, and to see him forget about all of his stresses. This would be enough.

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taeguboi · 4 years

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BTS HC - Lockdown

In which each BTS member lives with y/n

I’m hoping these imagines might lighten the mood for anyone who might be feeling a bit lonely right now.

Please see the end of post first if you need some context or wish to see the notes

Has good balance of me time and us time

steps back when you both need space

sitting in the back yard on some chair reading a book

taking in the sun

The restrictions don’t hinder him from making sure you both get plenty of sun and fresh air

it isn’t much but in week 1, he gave the back yard a little tidy up

turned it into a place to chill out

so there aren’t any flower planted or decor

but it makes all the difference

there’s chairs, a table and a parasol

to you, this is perfect

Spot of tea under cooler weather

or orange juice under the sun

Board games at the table in the back yard

you tried cards once out there but even just the slightest breeze...

“Goddammit!!!”

The card games are for when it rains

or for when neither of you quite feel like going out today

He swears you’re cheating at UNO

you swear he’s just really bad at it

turns out he keeps saving those wild 4 draw cards too long

which you gather over his last 3 rage quits

because he just slings the cards, revealing them to you

“You play it too safe” you tell him

so he plays it a bit less safe

“Yes! Finally I won!”

“OH! Look at that!” you smile

he smiles back because of how proud you...

“...it’s sunny again!”

‘Goddammit y/n...’

Shopping trips together

not so helpful when the rules get stricter

“One adult at a time please...”

oh dear

who goes in?

so you go in

“Crap! Namjoon has the shopping list!”

this period of time really shows how you complete each other

pretty much every day you each think

“what would I do without him/her?”

Random talks

he tells you about this one book he read

and now you want to read it

so you do

and you can’t take your eyes off it

you find a new love for reading

so sometimes when you both need me time

you remain in the same room, just reading a book each

Every day you feel enlightened

almost sad at the thought of going back to normal life

because you won’t have as much time for yourself

Jin

Everyone is suddenly having the time to cook from scratch

imagine Jin’s frustration since he did this all along

so when certain things he usually gets aren’t in stock

“Oh for crying out loud!”

you sometimes have to calm him down when shopping

and since only 1 adult in at a time it’s like a really awkward phone call

you’re just stood outside alone like

“For Christ’s sake Jin! Calm down!”

but he makes every meal taste great anyway

“Sorry it doesn’t have the usual...”

“Jin, please!” you reply

because it’s still really yummy because

“you’re still the best cook in the world, okay?”

“Okay fine...” he sighs “Thank you”

can I just add here food is the only time you both get hysterical at each other

He still low key hoard particular ingredients when he FINALLY can get them

and you have to explain how irrational he’s being

“We don’t need SIX tubes of tomato puree!”

“Jin... How are we going to use up all THIS fruit and veg before it goes off?”

But he’s not selfish, no

if he’s in a shop and sees someone elderly, he helps them out

“Would you like me to reach that for you?”

“Do you need any toilet paper? There’s 2 packs left - here”

“Here’s my number; let me know if you need me to run any errands for you”

ahh you’re lucky to be living with such a gentleman

Daily walks in the park to feed the ducks

“This is the best kind of exercise” he tells you “...relaxed and where you can connect with nature”

some of the ducks at the beginning of the lockdown are a bit nutty

Jin may or may not be low key scared of that one goose

“I swear it’s giving me the evils”

it may or may not have chased him the second day in

“Wahhhhhh!!!”

*Jin running away in the distance*

You cooked for him that evening

“Honey, I don’t know how to put this...”

“Aw sweetie it’s okay about what happened in the park; I mean you were the one holding the bread and...”

“oh no no” he replies. “this meal is awful”

r00d

but it’s okay

you knew the minute you offered to make dinner it wasn’t going to turn out well

so you both agree the kitchen will be his space to work his magic in during lockdown

and he somehow gets better than he already is at cooking

just woowwww

foodgasm

but neither of you get podgy

Lazy exercises together

chair exercises watching the tv

small periods of jogging in the woods

“oh wow, what’s that?”

you come across some random squirrel

and all of a sudden trips to the park for that daily walk

it turns into a nature watch

bird watching

luckily he forgets about the angry goose

Sometimes talking about what you miss

and then promising to do all of those things when everything is back to normal

so many plans

and it helps you both stay optimistic

because you just created a bunch of stuff to look forward to

Suga

Late night movie marathons

and accidentally getting into a routine of late mornings late nights

Cooking together

because neither of you want to do it

but someone has to

can’t live on instant food for all this time

Night time walks

less people, less danger

please don’t yell at me if we’re not supposed to do this in real life I haven’t actually been out that late during lockdown hahaha

it’s only around a few blocks

but deep talks, you know

There may not be much room in the back garden

but you have a ball and a hoop

basketball together

he teaches you to shoot better

“yes! I did it!”

*he hugs you from behind*

sorry that was gay

He’s actually quite chill about the whole lockdown situation

almost like he forgets the circumstances sometimes

“I think I might nip down to _____’s house today...”

“Uh, Yoongi, remember?”

“Oh yeah”

Detective series marathons too

the two of you trying to figure out whodunnit

sometimes even low key bets or light arguments if you disagree

a mildly sore loser when you’re correct

smug af when he is correct

Evenings lounging in the back yard with the drink of your choice

some quiet music on

random hypothetical conversations and questions about life

“what if...”

“what happened to...”

“don’t you think that cloud looks like a goldfish?”

Board games that keep the brain stimulated

why is he so good at scrabble

you can’t recall a game you’ve won

but no monopoly

not after the last time

“I want a divorce!”

“We’re not married”

“Yet”

tbf you might as well be an old married couple

because there’s those films you just watch over and over

close to unlocking the power of mind reading

“want a cup of tea?”

“omg I was about to ask that”

Some days you get on each other’s nerves a little though

so you each occupy yourselves with little chores

and even though you weren’t in the mood to do anything together

you’ve just made the house look great in a day as a team

and you’ve got everything you need just in time for dinner

“I’m proud of us”

“I’m proud of us too”

J-Hope

Picnics in the back garden

much better than one in the park though

there’s no packing involved

there’s cushions

sometimes low key fine dining

your favourite is the one evening picnic the other day

you had been shopping alone for the essentials

and he wanted to surprise you

he had set up a makeshift table out of a few old crates

did the cooking

the pasta dish was lovely

there was even dessert

okay the dessert was M&S

fairy lights

seriously you swear you weren’t out for that long how did he manage all of this so fast?

wine

staring at the stars

and there were blankets too

dozing off until early hours of the morning

finally coming indoors at like 2am

sleeping in til noon oops haha

then binge watching some random show together

and now it’s your new favourite

For some reason you have a big stock of popcorn

watching any old crap on the TV as an excuse to eat it

like there’s 3 films on this afternoon that sound shite

but you’re going to watch them all anyway

and the third one is actually really good

more popcorn more films

“we should probably go out at some point...”

whoops it’s been like 4 days now

and now it’s raining damn

fuck it, you go out anyway

dancing in the rain in an empty park

followed by shivering on the walk home

he gets in the shower first

but then runs a lovely hot bath for you

candles, bubble bath, the works

just so you can have some relaxing time to yourself

so thoughtful

lockdown doesn’t mean needing to compromise on showing you love each other

Jimin

You’re not quite sure how you got pulled into this

but Jimin decided to make use of his YouTube following

Virtual dance classes

and fun little exercise sessions for all the family

He does the dance classes solo

but he loves to flaunt you to the world even in lockdown

“Today joining me for this session... my lovely significant other, y/n!”

at first you felt uncertain and a little conscious

but thanks to Jimin your confidence grew

He helps you stay positive during a tough time

and you even feel like your self improvement has been going amazingly well

he even inspires you to make your own channel

to show the world what you love; [insert hobby/interest here]

people love the both of you

they go to Jimin’s channel to keep fit and happy

and your channel just fills them with joy

But not everything revolves around the virtual world

Care packages for all of your friends

food and other essentials get mailed to the ones that lost their jobs

and for the ones still working, a bundle of stuff for their mental well being

and a little drawing with rainbow colours in each

and a positive message

Woolly jumpers, cushions and hot chocolate

sweater paws

Sometimes in the evening you doze off

like you fall asleep just as you are

and you wake up to the smell of food and a blanket over you

Sometimes you miss your friends

and Jimin hates to see you down

so he organises a big surprise

his hands over your eyes as he walks you into the living room

“surprise!” you hear over the laptop

and then Jimin hands you some gifts

he asked them all a few days ago to send you something meaningful

and your heart just melts

and you may or may not cry a little in front of your friends on the video call

you just have to do something in return so

You make the living room all nice whilst he’s making a video in the garden

wow you’re actually quite proud

the lighting is just right

the improv decor is actually somewhat aesthetic

“Honey, why’s it so dull in here..... Woah, what’s this?”

“Dinner’s ready” you smile

and you have a gift for him too

you can’t wipe the smile off his face when he sees it

a scrapbook of memories between you and him

which you look through after eating

“We’re going to make more memories like this once this blows over”

Lots of online socialising

Calls with his friends

which you always end up being a part of in the background with your commentaries

Cute online double dates with Jimin and/or your best friend

Will try everything and anything to kill the boredom

“look what I found in the bargain bin at the supermarket!”

“Tae, I’m not really sure I’m in the mood to take up crocheting...”

but actually it turns out to be more fun that you thought

he has his little ways of making everything fun

one day you guys just find some random paints in a cupboard

and WOW

he’s so good at it

such beautiful landscapes

Makes sure that you both maintain some sort of routine

“best make sure we have an early night lovely”

“why? it’s not like there’s much to do tomorrow”

but no matter how sceptical you may be at times

he’s determined to be your sunshine

he helps you stay sane

makes everything sound productive

“because tomorrow we are going to make a playlist for when we walk, feed the ducks, go shopping, learn how to make a new dish...”

makes you a cup of tea just because

or breakfast in bed

the perfect companion

caring about even the people he can’t physically be with

“we haven’t heard from _____ in a while; we should drop a phone call or something”

but it isn’t just a phone call

it’s also a letter in the mail a few days later

plus a painting for the close friends

Dressing up really formal for a home date

3 course meal, courtesy of the microwave

then a slow dance in the living room

always the romantic

“tonight was amazing... will I see you again?”

“you are terrible Tae, you really are!”

such a joker

he keeps you smiling through it all

Jungkook

Tries to get you to go on daily jogs with him

“Can’t I just walk?”

“Come on, y/n; get those endorphins running through you!”

you try like once

*wheezing*

nope

Nintendo switch

Not that I have one welp

I can just imagine it okay

Lots of active games

thrashes you at Wii Sports Tennis

but you whoop his ass at Bowling

he does most of the shopping

so that he can go for a jog first

and also so he’s not out too often in any one day, two birds one stone and all that

Doesn’t quite always get the shopping list right….

“Jungkook?”

“Yes?”

“I wrote 1-2 bananas… You’ve brought back 12”

blames your handwriting

Small bits of banter like this keep you both sane

and he eats all those bananas in like 2 days

“What? There was no cereal in the shop”

someone teach this boy to cook please

*brings back like a crate load of instant noodles*

at least it means you’ve come up with something to pass the time

teaching Jungkook some basic meals

maybe beginning with breakfast first thing in the morning wasn’t the best idea

“Jungkook! I said keep an eye on it!”

“I did”

and he literally just watched the bacon burn instead of regularly flipping it over

bless

Singing to you whilst snuggling on the couch

bliss

meme-y dances before bed time

like you’ll be sat in bed maybe watching tv / reading

and something moves in the corner of your eye

oh my word Jungkook

*insert all the meme-y dances you have even seen him do*

the biggest dork

can’t stop laughing at his own silliness afterwards

jumps into the bed and puts his head on your shoulder

falls asleep like this quite fast

well you aren’t surprised since he’s always so energetic

Small campfires in the back garden

the best marshmallows you’ve ever had

and it’s so much fun

campfire stories

usually people have a guitar around the fire

not Jungkook though, no

*serenades you with a ukulele purposely singing out of tune*

has you in stitches

people in the neighbouring houses hear the laughter and some think it’s insensitive to be laughing so much

but seriously, if you can’t laugh, what can you do?

So I thought I’d make a post around the strange times many of us are living in. Whilst I get that some readers may not be in a situation like mine (UK) so a quick bit of context for you even though I made the location / country ambiguous in my writing. The circumstances explained in the imagines though are of course based on my experiences in England.

Right now, we are limited in what we do; only essential shops are open, (supermarkets, pharmacies, etc,) the country is being advised to go out as little as possible, (only for food shopping, medical reasons and exercise,) social gatherings aren’t allowed, our death rate has been increasing due to the virus (even our prime minister has it,) and our NHS is overwhelmed - currently more than 10,000 being treated as I’m listening to the news and writing this note.

I hope everyone is staying safe and doing the right thing by staying indoors and maintaining social distancing.

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sgtbuckyybarnes · 3 years

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all three lots of the otp asks for asha and sirius 😎😎

This is going to be longgggg!

1) who can outdrink the other?

Sirius but Asha gives him a run for his money!

2) who says “I love you” more?

Sirius, once he’s said it once she can’t stop him from saying it

3) who has trouble sleeping alone?

They both do! They sometimes fall asleep on the phone whenever Sirius is away for work

4) who swears more?

Sirius

5) who does more of the housework?

They try to share it because they both have demanding jobs but Asha doesn't mind taking over when he’s working late or away

6) who forgets their anniversary?

Asha! But more because they disagree on when it is and which first they should go off

7) who steals the duvet in their sleep?

Asha, she’s so easily cold she’s always stealing it

8) who keeps the other awake at night with their snoring?

Sirius, especially when he’s been away because he’s so relaxed back in his own bed with Asha he slips into a deep sleep

9) who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

Sirius and Asha hates it but she has to be the one to put her foot down! If it were possible they’d both keep all the animals but it’s just not possible

10) who usually makes dinner?

They take it in turns!

11) who plays their music out loud?

Asha probably, Sirius is more of a headphones guy while she likes to dance around the kitchen

12) who hogs the bathroom?

Asha!

13) who gives the most compliments?

Sirius, he’s always complimenting her somehow

14) who usually starts/causes arguments between them?

Probably Sirius again

15) who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

Sirius though Asha soon gets used to him, she’s had it for a while with Marlene!

16) who gives the other cringeworthy pet names?

Asha, she loves a good pet name

17) who fusses over takes care of the other when they get sick?

Asha fusses over Sirius because he is a massive wimp whenever he’s sick

18) who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

They both do! If they have arguments they’re usually over quickly...when they’re just friends it’s the opposite though neither of them want to apologise haha

19) who clings to the other for comfort when they’re sad or scared?

Asha clings to Sirius

20) who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

I think they’re both pretty similar! They’re not afraid of pda and are always holding hands, hugging and kissing in some way, if they’re sat together on the sofa they’re leaning against one another or one has their feet/head in the others lap

1. makes bad jokes when they get nervous, and which one can totally see through it?

Sirius, that’s usually what the arguments are about! Because Asha can see right through it and calls him out on it

2. gets cranky without coffee, and which one knows this and brings them a cup in the morning?

Asha gets cranky and Sirius will always greet her with her morning coffee

3. cries when they get drunk, and which one has a 50% chance of getting arrested?

Asha cries and they are both on equal terms on the second one!

4. forgets what they were talking about when the other smiles at them?

Sirius

5. kicks the other in their sleep, and which one kicks back while fully awake?

Sirius kicks, Asha kicks back

6. uses bath bombs and soaks in the tub for an hour, and which one hasn’t taken an actual bath since they were six years old?

Sirius is the bath person, Asha just prefers to jump in the shower. She teases him about it regularly and doesn’t take his excuse about a bad back from playing football when he was younger

7. secretly wears the other’s oversized sweaters, and which one secretly leaves their sweaters lying out for the other to wear?

Asha wears the sweaters and Sirius leaves them out because he loves seeing her in them!

8. accidentally puts their underwear on inside out, and which one accidentally or on purpose leaves the house without underwear on?

Probably both Asha, the first one would be because she hadn’t got her coffee that morning and the second would be on purpose before a big date

9. yells at rom-com characters to, “stop being so stupid and just talk,” and which one spends most of the movie watching the other fondly?

Asha yells, Sirius is fond

10. gets way too competitive playing games, and which one finds their rage and bloodlust adorable?

Asha gets competitive! Sirius would probably refuse to play against her so he can watch on thinking she was adorable while she’s yelling at Marlene

11. pulls pranks on the other, and which one somehow loves them more even while planning their murder?

Sirius would be the prankster and Asha would want to kill him

12. organized their cereal (alphabetically, color coordinating, or by sugar content), and which one mixes them all together in one big container?

Asha is the mixer and Sirius would be the organised one!

1. Who offers their jacket when the other is cold?

Sirius

2. Who giggles uncontrollably when the other playfully picks them up?

Asha, I don’t think she could pick Sirius up but that probably wouldn’t stop her from trying

3. Who compliments the other in front of everyone?

Sirius

4. Who is more likely to tell the other a pun and what is the other’s reaction to the pun?

Sirius and James love a pun and at first Asha would be like shut uuuuup! but then she’d start to enjoy them

5. When one of them has a bad day, what does the other do to help cheer them up?

No matter whose turn it is to cook if one of them has a bad day they will order in take out, get their favourite movie on and cuddle under blankets

6. If they got to pick what one another wears for a day, what would one another wear?

Asha would pick a black suit Sirius wears which is tailored to him perfectly with his long grey coat, a crisp white shirt and his black shoes. She loves him looking dapper

Sirius would probably smirk and say he's prefer if she didn't wear anything...but really he loves it when she’s relaxed. He thinks she’s stunning in the dresses she wears but always thinks she’s at her most beautiful make up free, in her pjs and snuggled up to him

7. Who introduces their partner to their family first? How does it go?

Asha doesn’t have a family and Sirius’ is shit haha! She does get introduced to his and it’s not the best

8. In a coffee shop AU, who would be the coffee shop employee and who would be the customer?

Asha would be the employee and Sirius the customer

9. When they sit side by side, do they touch one another? For example, does one person has their arm around the other, do they sit holding hands, or linked arms, ECT.

Yessss they’re always touching in some way. If they’re at the bar he’ll have his arm around her shoulders or they’ll be holding hands under the table. At home they’ll be lounging over one another

10. What is a small thing that one another does to make their partner happy?

Sirius will send Asha texts throughout the day to make her smile and Asha will turn up at his work with his lunch so they can eat together when they can

11. What would they do to celebrate their one year anniversary?

They go out for a fancy meal

12. When did they know that loved each other, and when did they first tell each other that they loved one another?

Oh gosh I haven’t looked at my notes in a while! I think it was earlier for Sirius than it was for Asha but she was probably the one to say it first because he’d be too scared

13. Who likes to give the other hugs from behind followed by a kiss?

Sirius

14. Who would make a playlist for the other person?

Asha and it’d probably be all music she loved and he hated to try and get him to like it haha!

15. What would be featured on the playlist?

Lots of Taylor Swift, Little Mix, One Direction...all up beat chart music or feminist songs she belts out while she's cooking

16. Who would bring their partner on a romantic date under the stars?

Sirius, though neither of them are outdoor people but they’d love it!

#answering this now to hopefully put a smile on your face!#Asha x Sirius #fic: Perfect Disaster #answered #ben-bcrnes

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devilsknotrp · 5 years

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Congratulations, Honey! You are accepted for the role of Mandy Silverman. This is another sample application for potential applicants to have a look at. You’ll notice that this is quite a long application, but that’s just how I write. You can do whatever you like with yours! If you have any questions about this application or any characters with a connection to Mandy, don’t hesitate to let me know.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Honey Age: Twenty five Pronouns: She/her Timezone: GMT+11 Activity estimation: I essentially work full time and have several obligations, but this group is so tightly organised and planned that I’m confident in participating regularly on the dashboard and as an admin! My admin duties will always take precedence but I will be able to reply to threads several times a week. Triggers: (REDACTED)

IN CHARACTER: BASICS

Full name: Amanda “Mandy” Silverman Age (DD/MM/YYY): Thirty (02/03/1966) - Pisces (Sun), Virgo (Rising), Cancer (Moon) Gender: Cisgender female Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Homosexual homoromantic Occupation: Adult Education Coordinator Connection to Victim: Mandy did not know the Goode family. She knew of them in the way all newcomers to Devil’s Knot are known: through rumor and glimpses in the Piggly Wiggly parking lot. Mandy had little to do with Linda; she’d seen David and Beth at school, when she’d gone in to meet Mary after work; but she’d never met Brian at all. Alibi: Mandy was at home that Saturday working on a craft project. She ran out of glue at around three, then walked into town to go to the craft store, where she spent a few dollars too many on a crocheting kit. She decided to pick up some coffee and doughnuts then walked back home, where she stayed for the rest of the day. Faceclaim: Elizabeth Olsen

WRITING SAMPLE

This is a self para written for the Mandy in 1984.

The Datsun.

It was such a shit little car. Really, it was. Sandy’s miscellaneous paraphernalia littered the dashboard. Her dad’s manuals and work shit stuffed beneath the front seats. Pete had stamped grubby hands all over the back windows - people asked them all the time if they had a dog. “No,” Mandy replied grimly, hoisting Pete up on one hip. “Just a kid.” The motor turned over more often than she could count, which would put her father, ever the optimist, into an agitated but vaguely amused mood. Him, hunched over the wheel, grinding the key, revving the engine, If I… could just... Then, Sandy, cranky and likely hungover, snapping from the passenger side: I told you we needed it serviced! They had about a thousand tapes in the center console, most of them in the wrong cases, with a mix that spanned from Bob Dylan to Pete’s ABC children’s songs. Them, zooming along a damp highway, rain splattering the glass, her dad cheerfully singing, The wheels on the bus go ‘round and ‘round! as Pete laughed in delight. Mandy tries to forget that she’d eventually lose her temper and shout, Can we turn this stupid shit off? as her mother mumbled, Amen, behind enormous sunglasses and a gas station Slurpee.

The Datsun, which was rotting away at the police station right this second. Mandy hasn’t asked when they’ll get it back. It’s evidence, that’s it. She has her bike or her skates and Sandy doesn’t leave the house unless she has a ride (Aisha pulling up front and blasting the horn; Sandy, clattering around gathering her things, muttering, Where’s my goddamn…). Their family car is nothing more than a shell, a marker in the Pete and Phillip Silverman’s trail to murder. Kind of like a pit stop. Wrappers marked with imaginary blood stains littering the cab floor. That clean-sour smell of nervous sweat. Her Dad was always a sweater, mopping his brow and fanning himself, Jeez, it’s hot today. Mandy kind of loved that about him. How when she was looking for him in a crowd, she just had to search for the slightly damp white button-down, the back of his nearly-balding head. His hair was soft, like down, and Pete’s was too. Two twin sandy blonde heads sitting in front of the television, Pete curled into his father’s side, Phillip slowly stroking back those baby-shampoo-soft curls.

So, yeah. The Datsun. Scene of family road trips and midnight grocery store emergencies. A wreck that managed to limp from point A to B, with her dad faithfully in the front, eager to drive her to friends’ houses or cheer practice or a competition two towns over. She still thinks about winding the windows down as far as they could go when they were on the highway. Her dad would look over, catch her eye, and grin in a way that made her think of him as a teenager, a young man, that cheerful abandon of youth that was infectious as a whisper, goose-bumps prickling her arms.

“Shall we see how fast this baby can go?” He’d yell, and Mandy would laugh and laugh: “Go, Dad, go!”

ANYTHING ELSE?

Here is my Pinterest board for Mandy (featuring ‘84 and ‘96 boards, because I’m that kind of person), and her account can be found here.

HEADCANONS

Mandy works at the Community Centre as an Adult Education Coordinator. Which is just a fancy way of saying she organises craft classes for senior citizens. Seriously. Mandy picked up the job mainly to get Sandy off her back. After commuting to Lansing to attend community college, her decision to drop out and live and work in Devil’s Knot was met, unsurprisingly, with a pointedly raised eyebrow and a loud slurp from a glass of wine. And Mandy knew, she just damn knew, that if she stuck around her childhood home any longer, she and Sandy would end up killing each other. The job isn’t taxing: she works a few days a week, has a desk up on the mayor’s floor in the Community Centre, and spends way too much time putting flyers together for their new pasta making courses or adult literacy classes. The administration is what really bothers her, because the students are lovely. Little old ladies she’s known for years; grandfathers who remember her father back in the day. Best of all, they like her. Mandy wouldn’t consider herself a charismatic person, but she is a patient one. She’ll listen to a grandmother’s story a thousand times, nodding in the right places, exclaiming, asking questions. She’s gentle. Around other people it can be a slightly different story. She’s not clipped, exactly, nor is she rude. But she is shy, and Mandy is naturally suspicious. When people stop her to talk, she hesitates. It would be too much to link that back to ‘84, although there’s little doubt that that October and the months that followed succeeded in severing her trust in adult figures for life. No, Mandy prefers to keep to herself, to the people she knows. It’s safer that way; controllable.

Mandy loves movies -- always has. Bobby, Mandy, and Perry always went on about music, talking rapturously about guitar solos and funky beats, all while Mandy pretended to grimace and trade teasing looks with Jenny and Mike. But movies. Mandy’s favourite genre is horror. Surprising, maybe, but she can’t get enough. Sci-fi is her second favourite. Her ritual is to go down to the Videoport on a Friday afternoon and stock up for the weekend. She trails down the aisles, fingers skating over the titles, looking for some weird German expressionist thing or a summer blockbuster she can zone out to. Mandy would hardly consider herself a connoisseur, but she has an encyclopedic knowledge for actors and actresses, and can name their filmography from memory just by looking at them. It’s like, one of her only talents.

Mandy enjoys cooking. She mainly enjoys cooking for Mary, who will always, without fail, praise her skills until Mandy’s rolling her eyes and begging her to stop. Even if it’s crap (which it is a lot of the time; God knows Sandy never taught her to cook; this was all the result of afternoon cable and Reader’s Digest), Mary will come up and hug her from behind, kissing the side of her neck, suffusing Mandy in warmth and her spicy perfume. That was so good. You’re so good to me. Doing things for people is Mandy’s way of showing she loves them. It doesn’t matter what it is -- laundry, vacuuming, cooking -- she’ll find herself doing things automatically. It’s a little funny that she’s turned into a housewife ever since moving out with Mary, but it’s also really damn nice. Mandy looks after their small apartment so tenderly. Watering the plants on the windowsill, buying kitsch ornaments from the thrift store, airing out their cramped bedroom in the spring sunlight. Much of Mandy’s life revolves around domestic duties. She picks up the mail, pays bills, goes grocery shopping. Mary comes too, of course, but doing things together in public can get difficult when all Mandy wants to do is kiss her deeply in the fruit and vegetable section. Mary’s full-time job is also demanding, and Mandy only works a few days a week (despite what you may believe, there are not that many adult education classes to organise; the biggest scandal was when they introduced a salsa class and everyone collectively lost their minds). Maybe, in some way, it’s Mandy’s way of holding up her end of their relationship. And maybe, in a deeper, smaller way, it’s also an excuse. If she’s busy, how can she possibly go back to college? Who’ll make apple crumble and fold the socks? Huh? The pixies? If this makes Mandy sound territorial, it’s because she is. She clings to these chores because it’s far easier than thinking about the alternative, which is to get off her ass and actually make something of her life. She’s thirty years old. Nearly thirty one. And she’s got absolutely nothing to show for it. That hurts more than anything. Maybe that hurts most of all.

Mandy is a lesbian. She knew. Even when she was a teenager, she sort of knew. She and Mike started dating when they were thirteen and just... kept going. Certain things seemed inevitable: prom, college, maybe even marriage. It was so simple to imagine her life with Mike, whose family, the Hawkers, were best friends with her parents; they’d all been born months apart; they were raised together. Most of Mandy’s childhood memories involve Mike and Mary, Jenny. They tumbled around together like puppies, climbing trees and having sleepovers. Then they started to grow up, and Mandy and Mike got together, and the atmosphere shifted a little. Mandy liked Mike. She did. Maybe she loved him, in a way. But it was so, so platonic, and the way she felt when she looked at Mary was anything but. Mary used to scare her; still does, sometimes. She was a force of nature and Mandy was the eye of the storm. Looking back, the signs were obvious, but then again, they always are.

Mandy used to dress the way people expected her to dress. T-shirts and jeans, bleached white sneakers and cheer uniforms. Not feminine enough to please Jenny, who’d wrinkle her nose and fondly say, “Mandy, are you kidding? You cannot wear that,” and not masculine enough for her dad, who’d hand her wrenches as he worked on the Cadillac on weekends, shooting sidelong glances at her squad jumper, mumbling, “You’ll get grease all over you, honey.” Scrunchies and high ponytails. Pale pink jackets and a signet ring Mike gave her when they were fourteen. Just enough to be acceptable; to be palatable. To blend in, fade away, be nothing at all. These days it’s the opposite: Mandy dresses like an amorphous blob. In fact, she’d rather people hazard a guess at what she really looks like underneath her oversized flannel shirts and huge boots. The more clothing she has on, the more protected she feels. Layers upon layers. Band shirts worn soft with too many washes; jeans more grey than black. She still has her pink jacket from high school (Mary hung it up in their wardrobe and shrugged when Mandy found it, saying, “You always looked cute, and I’m a sucker. So sue me.”) Mandy pulls her hair up and away from her face; she doesn’t wear make-up. Still has the signet ring, though. She’s a sentimental doofus, she knows.

Mandy loves arts and crafts. Pottery, weaving, knitting; painting, sketching, cooking. These are things that bring her peace, that quieten her inner world. Growing up, she wasn’t creative in the slightest. Mandy was decidedly pedestrian: the most creative thing she ever did was design banners for the cheer squad or doodle in the margins of her school notebooks. But after Pete was returned, she needed something, anything, to stifle the panic static in her brain. Countless nights were spent sitting on the couch in front of the television, Pete curled into her side, her doing finger knitting or making a collage, eyes darting between her project and the cartoon onscreen. Over the years she’s gotten better -- last winter she managed to knit Mary a hideous scarf -- but her hobbies were never pursued in the same vein as her other achievements. Mandy still remembers practicing for cheer for hours in the cold, or studying in her room until midnight, eyes dry and head aching, quietly panicking about a test the next day. Everything she did, she did obsessively. These days, Mandy just wants to be still. Their apartment is stuffed with half finished craft projects: stacks of coloured paper, jars of beads, wool in miscellaneous piles, flowers drying on the windowsill. Sometimes Mary will come home to find her sitting cross-legged at the kitchen table, a pot of sauce bubbling on the stove, Stevie Nicks in the background, Mandy carefully cutting out prints for her art journal. She started journaling when she was a teenager, mainly to help with her father’s murder and the stress of the subsequent trial, but it’s a habit that has followed her happily into adulthood. Mandy would be lost without her projects, her art. It’s a channel for everything she feels; it clarifies her. And it’s never undertaken with any attempt at perfection. Mandy’s learning, slowly, to let go of unattainable ideas. Life is messy. She’s trying to accept that about the world, herself.

Mandy failed community college. Well, it felt like she failed. In reality, she dropped out. There were only so many classes about psych and childhood trauma that she could take (and ironic, right? That she studied psych? Mandy remembers the day she flicked through the brochure to pick her classes, ticking boxes on the vague notion she’d specialise in children, maybe, in kids who’d been taken or abandoned, and help them find their childhood again). The people were too much. Tons of people like her -- great in high school, but not good enough for a decent college out of state -- and older people too, people who reminded her of her dad (not that he’d gone to college; he used to joke that that was all above his pay grade, No, no, I’m happy where I am! Although Mandy knew how avidly he poured over science magazines, and how impressed he was with Apple and that computer stuff. Maybe in another world he would have done something else, been someone great. Maybe it runs in the family). Mandy felt boring in turning down invitations to parties or even drinks down the campus bar. She’d cite anything -- Pete’s homework, the long drive home, dinner waiting -- and soon that got old. She felt old. Like she’d skipped the fun part of her twenties and jumped right into middle age. It didn’t help that everything after ‘84 melted her brain into goop. The minute Mandy received her final marks from school, she shoved the paperwork back into the envelope and hid it with her dad’s old things. The word failure pounded in her head. How did it happen? How could she have gone from mathletes and cheer to barely scraping by? To holding on by a thread? And why? Why did it all affect her so much; why was she such a damn baby about everything? Pete was back safe. That should have been enough, right? But his return didn’t come with everything. Somewhere between Pete disappearing and that Christmas, Mandy cut herself loose. Swapped SAT prep for making spaghetti for her returned little brother. Watching reruns on TV until it was way too late, tucking him into bed. Some nights she didn’t want to leave him, so she put out a sleeping bag on the floor by his bed between him and the door. Just in case. Mandy always wanted to go to Oberlin for one reason: it was far away from Devil’s Knot (and, okay, she liked the name). Ambition was a thing she wore because it fit, not because she liked it. Watching her dad’s face light up when she showed him her grades was reason enough to try hard; and studying with Bobby made her feel light, if only for a little while, them laughing and whispering about D&D campaigns, teasing each other like siblings. Being smart felt good, even if it didn’t come wholly naturally, and Mandy worked damn hard to keep it up. Giving it away should have been freeing. Instead, Mandy knows she disappointed everyone. She’s just another person who raced to the state line only to stop dead, toes at the edge, and feel fear prick the back of her neck.

#literate rp #original rp #dark rp #town rp #new rp #sample #accepted #mandy silverman

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crystaiskiess · 6 years

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i’m bad at cooking (but not at loving you)

Part of the Our Photo Album series - does not need to be read in order but is recommended

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Summary: 3 times Phil tries to make Dan breakfast, + 1 time it actually works

Author’s Notes: Hi all! I'm so sorry that it's been so long since I last posted school was insane and then I lost motivation for a bit! But I'm back and I'll do my best to post as often as possible!!! (Don't expect every Wednesday though unfortunately I can't make that happen!!!) I hope you're all well and that you enjoy this huge pile of fluff!!! :)))

It was a cloudy, dark day outside, the sun barely emerged in whisps through cracks of clouds and rain pattered against the roof; creating a soft echo throughout Phil’s apartment. Phil yawned as he rubbed sleep residue from the corner of his eyes, smiling softly at the sleeping boy beside him. Dan’s hair was ruffled from the pillow, his lips parted as he breathed heavily, face smushed so that he was making an almost fishy face. Phil was struck by that oh so familiar feeling in his chest, a mix between fiery warmth in the pit of his belly and a tingle in his heart that crept all the way to the base of his throat. Love.

Softly, and being as careful as possible not to wake the sleeping boy Phil pressed a delicate kiss to Dan’s forehead. Smiling gently at the way Dan mumbled quietly in his sleep, cuddling closer to the pillow as though chasing Phil’s warmth. “I love you Daniel Howell,” Phil mumbled to no one in particular, his brain still fuzzy with sleep and the warmth of his bed.

Phil padded quietly down the hall towards the kitchen, in search of the familiar weight of a coffee mug in his hands. He smiled to himself as he listened to the rain continue to pour down, creating a soft ambience throughout the usually loud and bright apartment. It was as he made his way into the kitchen, allowing his hands to instinctively make his morning coffee and finding that he was making one for Dan without a second thought that he came up with idea. In hindsight, it wasn’t the brightest of ideas, and it certainly wasn’t one that he should have been making in such a half asleep state. However, on that dull, quiet morning Phil decided that he would make Dan breakfast.

There were two things wrong with that idea that sleep addled Phil didn’t think of. Firstly, Phil was not a good cook, he could barely scrape his way through a packet mix cake and was certainly not equipped to be making any form of breakfast. That was Dan’s speciality. Secondly, he didn’t really have the supplies to make breakfast. Being organised and buying the appropriate items of food to simply have around your house were not two things Phil was particularly good at doing. However, Phil thought of neither of these responsible issues and so he set off on his little idea. Managing to find a couple of eggs and enough milk to make them both coffees and add to scrambled eggs was deemed as a success to Phil. Clearly something was telling him that he was destined to make his boyfriend breakfast this morning.

So it was decided in Phil’s mind and he continued on, gently easing the door closed so as not to wake Dan, Phil opened his phone, allowing himself a brief smile at the adorable photo of Dan with sweater paws that was his lock screen, he put on some quiet music to play in the background of his cooking extravaganza. Phil smiled peacefully as he cracked an egg into the pan, humming along happily with the music. He turned around to begin putting the toast in (feeling very proud of himself for how organised he was being of course).

It was as he was sliding the pieces of bread into the toaster that an alert went off on his phone, which of course he couldn’t not check, and it was from Twitter so he slid open the notification without a second thought. What felt like only two seconds of scrolling later, suddenly he smelt a strange smell, and after a few sniffs he quickly identified the smell. “Shit!” Phil exclaimed, racing over to the blackened and smoky eggs, the awful concoction letting off a harsh smell of burntness and a lot of smoke. Phil removed the burnt eggs from the heat as quickly as possible, acutely aware of the large amounts of smoke drifting up to his ceiling. It was a moment too late that he realised he hadn’t turned the fan head on.

The smoke alarm trilled throughout the apartment, it’s high squeaks ringing in Phil’s eardrums and he winced as he pulled out a tea towel to fan at it. Hurried footsteps thundered down the corridor towards him and Phil sighed as he climbed on a chair to gain a higher vantage point to fan at the loud machine. Dan flung open the door, his bed head creating an almost quiff of curls and his eyes heavy due to still being half asleep. Phil smiled sheepishly at his dishevelled boyfriend, still waving the tea towel across the smoke alarm in the hopes of silencing it.

Dan raised a sleepy eyebrow at him, the corner of his lip quirking into a fond smile as he took in the state of the kitchen as the smoke alarm finally realised that there was no actual fire danger. Phil watched as the chocolate brown eyes took in the smoking eggs haphazardly thrown into the sink, the mess of shells left on the counter as Phil had been too lazy to put them away as he went, the large array of cooking utensils strewn all over the kitchen and his own boyfriend, Phil, standing on a chair, holding a pokemon tea towel and smiling at him sheepishly.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Dan asked, unable to hide the grin that covered his face, eyes sparkling with affection as he held out a hand to help Phil down. Phil smiled, accepting the hand and using it to tug Dan close to his chest when he reached the ground, his heart leaping with joy as Dan giggled softly, pressing a kiss to Phil’s cheek as Phil replied, “I made you breakfast,” he presented the smoking eggs with a flourish before wincing slightly in shame, “sort of?” “I am not eating that,” Dan replied with a snort, turning Phil’s face so that their noses brushed together as he pecked him gently on the lips, “but you’re cute.”

The next time was slightly less of a catastrophe, although, not exactly successful either. It was a fair few months after Phil’s first attempt at making their breakfast. Despite Dan’s teasing Phil could tell he appreciated the gesture, no matter how badly it turned out, it’s the thought that counts okay?

This time however, Phil was determined to get it right, he got up at a reasonable hour and had prepared the night before. Purchasing the necessary equipment and ingredients and managing to find himself a recipe for french toast. Phil was adamant that nothing would go wrong this time. Once again padding out of the bedroom after kissing Dan’s sleeping forehead, this time in Dan’s apartment, Phil made his way to the kitchen. This time the atmosphere was brighter, although it was England and there was the mandatory clouds in the sky, the sun shone through the window creating a soft warm glow in the otherwise bare room.

As Phil wandered around the room, collecting bowls, spoons and ingredients, he was taken aback by how well he knew Dan’s kitchen, and how much his own possessions had integrated into this apartment. His coffee mug sat next to Dan’s on the counter and photos of the two of them could be seen in every nook and cranny. He smiled happily at the implications of their dual possessions as he bustled away, pouring milk and cracking eggs into a bowl. He reached for the vanilla extract, smiling at the photo Louise had taken of their first kiss, the sunset shining in the background. He hummed to himself as he waltzed across the kitchen, enjoying the pleasant buzz in the centre of his stomach that always began when he thought about Dan. Grabbing the loaf of bread and clicking the coffee machine on he started the stove, double checking the recipe to make sure he was doing it right. Once he had successfully dipped the french toast into the mixture and placed it in a pan ready to start frying he bumbled his way back into the bedroom.

Phil leaned against the doorframe, pausing for a moment to allow his heart to accept that this was something he could do. He could watch his boyfriend happily curled up in bed, with his crazily ruffled curls and his sleeping smile. He could walk over and cuddle Dan to his chest and whisper ‘I love yous’ until the sleeping boy woke up with a smile on his lips and dimples creating soft crevices in his cheeks. Phil sighed happily, watching as Dan shuffled around in his sleep, curls falling in front of his eyes. He tiptoed across the room, gently sliding into the bed and brushing Dan’s curls out of his face. With a gentle kisses to Dan’s cheeks and nose Phil watched as his boyfriend slowly emerged from slumber.

Dan blinked wearily before smiling, his eyes creasing with fondness that the students teased them about. Calling Dan Mr Heart Eyes instead of Mr Howell and creating ship names and theories behind their back which Phil secretly enjoyed to listen to. “What’s this?” Dan asked, snuggling into the crook of Phil’s neck, pressing their bodies so tightly together that Dan would definitely be able to feel the way Phil’s heart still sped up when they were together. Phil smiled, pulling them up so that their faces were in line and he had a good angle to kiss Dan softly, slotting their lips together lazily and allowing the love he held in his heart to pour through the kiss. Every time they kissed it felt magical, as dumb and cliche as that sounded, Phil could still feel his fingertips tingle and his heart skip a beat as Dan moved his lips slowly and lazily against his own. When they finally pulled apart, Phil began to drag Dan out of bed, much to the bemoaning of his boyfriend, “come on, I’ve got a surprise!” Phil grinned.

As they entered the kitchen, their hands intertwined between them, the coffee machine clicked over to ‘ready’ and Phil mentally applauded himself, perfect timing. Dan grinned in confusion, slipping onto the bench stool that Phil proudly directed him towards, “breakfast!” Phil cheered, doing cheezy jazz hands which made Dan snort with laughter, the noise filling Phil with a bubbly warm liquid like happiness. “That didn’t go so well last time,” Dan reminded him with a shit eating grin, resting his chin on his hands as he watched Phil get to work.

Phil tutted at his boyfriend, not looking up lest he get distracted by Dan’s beautiful face and make a silly mistake, “yes yes, but I’m doing better this time” Phil flipped the piece of bread onto the plate and risked a glance at Dan who was being as ridiculously beautiful as Phil had expected. With a hint of humour, tracing the fond lines of his face. “Mmmmhmm,” Dan hummed, watching as Phil made the other piece, sliding the plate of french toast towards himself and sprinkling some sugar on top, “do I eat?” Dan checked. Phil snuck a glance up at him and almost choked on his own spit at the way Dan was looking at him. With a mix of love, amusement and fondness all rolled into a soft smile.

“Um ugh uh yeah go-go for it,” Phil stammered, turning his flaming red cheeks back to the dish he was cooking. He listened as Dan took a bite, humming thoughtfully. Suddenly there was a gagging noise and a chunk of french toast flew onto the table, Phil glanced up in shock at Dan’s face, screwed up in disgust but still managing to laugh fondly through it all. “What happened?” Phil gaped, almost burning his hand on the pan as he got distracted. Dan wiggled his tongue around in disgust, his face screwed up in mock agony.

“Phil,” Dan laughed, his eyes crinkling with amusement, “I love you and all, but that was horrible !” Phil’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why were they horrible though!” He pouted, “I followed the recipe to the exact!” Dan peered over the bench at the mixture, “what’s in that?” He asked, jumping off his stool to have a look at what was being made. Phil took the pan off the heat carefully and showed Dan the recipe. Dan nodded slowly, a realisation seeming to dawn on him, “did you notice that I moved my sweet flavours to the cupboard?” He asked with a knowing grin.

Phil stared at him blankly, following his eyeline to the bottle of vanilla extract he had used earlier. Only it wasn’t vanilla extract, it was soy sauce. He groaned in annoyance, “I’m an idiot.” Dan laughed softly, tugging him by the apron strings until they were flush against each other, “yeah, but you’re my idiot,” Dan whispered, kissing Phil gently.

It was early in the morning, the sun rising in the sky as light filtered through the clouds. The air felt fresh as Phil breathed in, he quietly made his way down the hall of Dan’s- no- their apartment. Phil smiled to himself at the recent change, allowing tingles of happiness to creep down his arms and swirl in his stomach as he looked at the subtle way the apartment had changed since his ‘official’ move in. More socks decorated the surface of the home, much to Dan’s teasing and feigned annoyance. There were picture frames on their hall table of Phil and his brother next to the photos of Bea and Dan.

His footsteps seemed to echo in the quiet kitchen. To avoid any disasters Phil had decided to make a fruit muesli, no cooking, no disasters. He let his mind stray as he collected the fruit from the fridge, easily slipping back into thoughts of moving in with Dan. Kisses sitting on boxes and unpacking his possessions until they were propped up next to Dan’s, until their lives were intertwined together fully. He smiled to himself, remembering the way Dan had kissed Phil against the door to their bedroom until Phil’s knees had buckled and his insides had melted.

He was halfway done with the muesli when a flurry of footsteps raced into the kitchen, “fuck!” Dan screeched as he skidded into the kitchen, socks gliding across the wooden floorboards. Phil looked up in shock as Dan pecked him on the cheek with an apologetic wince, “what’s wrong?” He asked as Dan grabbed a piece of watermelon, noticing that Dan was wearing his suit, albeit slightly ruffled. “I forgot I’ve got a meeting this morning,” Dan mumbled quickly, his hair still sticking up from sleep and his eyes heavy, “I’m so sorry, I can see you were making breakfast…” Dan trailed off, his face falling to reveal his guilt.

Phil rolled his eyes, grabbing Dan gently by the badly tied tie and pulling him closer so that he could adjust the tie. His eyes were soft with affection, and he smiled at his boyfriend until Dan relaxed visibly before him, “I don’t mind you dork,” he pulled the tie tighter so that it was fit snugly and it looked much neater. “I love you,” Dan mumbled, cupping Phil’s face in his hands gently, “so much.” Phil smiled, kissing Dan once on the nose, once on each cheek and once on the lips, before replying, “I love you more.” Dan snorted, rolling his eyes, “fucking fight me.” “Bring it,” Phil giggled, wrapping his arms around Dan, so that they were cuddled close in the middle of their kitchen.

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Phil had it planned out fully this time, he had subtly checked the night before that Dan was free the next morning; by subtly he meant that he asked, “are you free tomorrow?” Causing Dan to look at him with a mixture of amusement and affection before replying with, “yeah I am,” with a quirk of his lips that made Phil kiss him until neither of them could breathe. He had even gotten the family pancake recipe from his mother, to make sure he could successfully avoid any soy sauce incidents or smoking eggs.

As Phil pressed the usual soft kiss to Dan’s forehead his boyfriend stirred, “Wha’s happenin?” Dan mumbled, clearly still half asleep. Phil smiled softly, nuzzling his nose into Dan’s soft curls. “Nothing, don’t worry I’m just gonna do something,” Phil whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Dan’s cheekbone, “go back to sleep,” he encouraged. “Don’t leave,” Dan whined, cuddling closer to Phil’s body, their limbs intertwining ever further, “stay,” Dan whispered, his eyes sliding closed again. Phil waited until Dan’s breathing evened out into slow inhales and exhales before carefully slipping out of the sleeping boy’s grip. Allowing a small smile to grace his features as Dan murmured something in his sleep and frowned ever so slightly before going back to his slumber.

Phil made his way to the kitchen, being careful to step over a shoe which had somehow made its way into the hallway. He smiled at the newly hung photo that he had taken of Dan and Bea clumsily dancing on the beach because they could hear their childhood favourite song. Phil drunk in the memory joyfully, even singing the song to himself as he entered the kitchen, pulling up the recipe on his phone and carefully getting the ingredients. Learning from his mistakes he carefully checked every label and was sure that he retrieved the correct ingredients. He quietly began the recipe, thinking about the two years he had already spent in Dan’s company and considered the future. Maybe one day Dan would introduce him to his family, Phil didn’t mind that they hadn’t told them yet though, he could respect that Dan needed time and that it was a terrifying step. In Phil’s mind they had all the time in the world, he could see himself in forty, fifty, sixty years time, still with Dan and living by his side. As, dare he even think it lest he jinx himself, husbands?

Phil had never voiced any of this aloud to Dan, he knew he got attached easily, and maybe Dan didn’t see themselves as clearly in the future. However, the longer Phil spent time with the brown, curly haired boy he couldn’t see a future without him. He couldn’t imagine living without Dan by his side, with his stupid jokes and his teasing smirk, his soft kisses and his cheesy pick up lines. Phil pulled himself out of the sappy hole he had fallen into, now was not the time for imagining his future with Dan, he was sure to do that in the shower, and that night, and at work, in fact Phil wasn’t sure when he wasn’t thinking about it at the moment. However at that moment as he was pouring pancake mixture into a hot frying pan, it was not the time.

The smell of cooking pancakes wafted down the hall and Phil smiled as he heard the tell-tale signs of rusting. In not even five minutes Dan was dawdling his way into the kitchen, a disbelieving smile tugging at his features and his phone in his hand. “I can’t believe you’re still trying to make breakfast for me!” Dan teased as he gently pressed a kiss to Phil’s cheek, “isn’t it time to give up by now?” “I’m determined, it’s going well this time,” Phil responded, with an exaggerated focused face.

Dan sniffed the air, a fond smile still brightening his features, “no soy sauce this time?” He poked Phil in the side gently, leaning into him ever so slightly while being careful not to inhibit his movement as he cooked. Phil rolled his eyes heavily, bumping his hip against Dan’s, “nope! I was super careful,” he turned his eyes off the pan quickly to take in the crinkles beside Dan’s eyes and the dimples in his cheeks, just awake Dan was one of Phil’s favourite Dans. Along with work Dan, tired Dan and sappy Dan, actually anything that was Dan.

Phil watched as his boyfriend pulled up a chair at the counter, his eyebrow still quirked ever so slightly as Phil flipped the pancake onto the plate. “Bon appetit mon cheri!” Phil presented the plate to Dan with an awful french accent. Dan laughed though so the slander of such a beautiful language was worth it. Phil watched anxiously, his own fork poised and ready to taste but too distracted by Dan and his mouthful to even notice he wasn’t eating. There was a pause as Dan chewed, exaggerating his movements to make Phil laugh.

“It’s delicious you spork,” Dan declared as he swallowed the mouthful, leaning across the bench to plant a pancake tasting, sleepy kiss to Phil’s lips, “you finally made me breakfast.”

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Webgott!!!!! Omg

oh man I actually screamed when I saw this ship because my boys💕

who hogs the duvet - Lieb does esp. when he is annoyed with Webster and he always kicks Web so he could tug the duvet around him so Web is used to sleeping wearing long john now.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going - Web does this because he’s a soppy boy and usually Lieb doesn’t answer his phone bc he’s driving but he always texts back by including a cute selfie of himself in the car.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts - I got to say Webster because he is the kind of guy who puts a lot of thought into a gift even a simple one. And he’s extra too so out come the chiffon papers and silk ribbons that refuse to be cut by scissors.

who gets up first in the morning - undoubtedly this is Web bc he’s used to sailing early in the morning so it becomes a habit even when he lives in the city now.

who suggests new things in bed - Joseph Liebgott bc he watches stuff on the internet and he thinks that he and Web could pull this off esp. the one with the long mirror and handcuff.

who cries at movies - they both do! but Lieb is like tears silently trailing down his face while Web goes all blotchy face and red eyes and hiccupping.

who gives unprompted massages - Lieb bc while he is seen as abrasive, he’s also a very tentative boyfriend so when he sees Web stretches out to pop the kink off his back, he just quietly pulls Web to sit down and work out that knots.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick - Again this is Lieb because he’s secretly a mother hen and he nags at Web for staying up late too many times yet he makes chicken soup for Web and herbal tea and making sure Web is comfy before coaxing him to sleep the flu off.

who gets jealous easiest - Webster and he’s the kind that will be jealous in silence and he won’t say anything when some guys/girls flirt with Lieb and Lieb flirts back. But Lieb knows bc Web will be silence and stoic and won’t even look at him and gives one word answer to whatever Lieb is asking so he always kisses Web all soft and gentle until Web looks at him.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music - It’s Webster but he doesn’t feel embarrassed abt his love for country music.

who collects something unusual - Web has two humongous shark plushies and a chest full of shark memorabilia.

who takes the longest to get ready - Joseph Liebgott bc he spends roughly 15 minutes to do his hair.

who is the most tidy and organised - Lieb and Web is the messiest bc he leaves his papers and books and sweaters all over the place smh.

who gets most excited about the holidays - neither one of them honestly bc Web’s holidays were always stressful and Lieb is too tired to even bother about holidays except for Halloween.

who is the big spoon/little spoon - big spoon is Lieb, little spoon is Web and it’s hilarious because Lieb is shorter than Web so it looks like he’s trying to climb his boyfriend which is probably not far from the truth.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports - Joseph D. Liebgott and he’s a sore loser and a loud winner.

who starts the most arguments - David K. Webster because he never knows when to shut his mouth.

who suggests that they buy a pet - neither because Web believes they should adopt and Lieb agrees.

what couple traditions they have - dressing up as each other’s fav characters/persons during halloween and making out/have sex later while still wearing the costumes.

what tv shows they watch together - cooking show also anything about sharks.

what other couple they hang out with - oh man Skinny and his partner and sometimes it’s Janovec and Patt. Luz and Toye always hang out with them too.

how they spend time together as a couple - not much honestly because they have their respective works and they usually see each other at night so they always get dinner together and sometime Lieb stays up with Web when he has to write an articles. But when they both have off day, they sleep in or have lazy morning sex and late lunch and do laundry together or drive out to the beach.

who made the first move - Webster because he thinks he has nothing to lose and a boyfriend to gain if Lieb likes him back so yeah.

who brings flowers home - Web and usually he brings beers too but sometime when he is hit with love bug, he’d bring back flowers to Lieb which makes Lieb laugh at him but he still puts them in the vase and kisses Web all sweetly.

who is the best cook - Joseph Liebgott and he always denies Web’s entry to the kitchen because something will burn if Web is in there.

send me a ship and i’ll tell you

#webgott #band of brothers #myau #jims-bones-spock #askbox

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tea-and-cardigans · 7 years

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OTP Questions Part 3 - 500 Followers - All Requested Fills.

Hi Readers.

This post is collecting all the filled prompts requested from the important OTP questions, posted with my announcements and thanks for reaching 500 followers.

There is a keep reading break after the prompt “Which one is super ticklish” for mobile readers.

Let me know if you enjoy reading these fills as I am thinking about doing something similar for over the hiatus period, and just want to make sure people are still enjoying these.

Now to get back to my one shots.

Who talks smack while playing video games?

“Betts, we need to talk.” He said as he entered her bedroom, his voice had that soft intonation to it a tell tale sign that he was going to tell her something she likely did not want to hear.“Nothing good ever came from that sentence.” She said putting away her book onto her night stand and looking at him expectedly. He took a deep breath before sitting on the edge of her bed. “It’s about what you said the other night.” She looked at him confused, her eyes searching his for what he might be talking about. Her mind racing through the things that she had told him last night, she had said she loved him but they had told each other that so many times that she had lost count. “I don’t know what I’ve said.”

“It’s the trash talk Betty, it’s getting pretty personal, Archie said he doesn’t want to play with us anymore.”

“Why because I called him a baby for missing the easiest shot in existence?”

“I think it may have been the string of expletives after that that he took exception to.” She rolled her eyes in response. “And what you then said about his music.”

“Fine we won’t play with him any more.” She shrugged moving to pick up her book again. “Don’t need people on our team anyway who can’t handle a little criticism.” She huffed. He loved that she was passionate in everything that she did. That there was no room for compromise when it came to performance. But when she was playing she was brutal, he was sure he could see the beginnings of tears in Archie’s eyes after she had stripped him down in front of their other team mates. He had to fight back the laughter of her sitting in her perfectly pink and floral bedroom, in most likely one of her prim and proper sweaters, ponytail swinging from side to side as she shouted down the mic at Archie who didn’t know what had hit him.

Who would rock the boat while the other one screams at them to stop?

It was supposed to be a romantic row boat ride along sweet water river. Not exactly the most romantic spot since Jason’s body was found there but there was only one river in Riverdale and Betty had said she wanted to be wooed. So he had taken it upon himself with some helpful suggestions from Ronnie to organise the perfect first date. In amongst their sleuthing and investigating they had never actually had one and he was pretty sure that the trip to Jason’s abandoned car didn’t count. It had been about a week since his dad had been cleared and he had begged, yes begged, for Betty’s forgiveness. She had told him that she did not blame him and they swore to each other that there would be no more secrets between them, again. She was dressed in a yellow sun dress and was the very vision of everything that was good and pure in Riverdale. He couldn’t help but smile at her as he lifted the picnic basket Ronnie had packed and lent to him for the day. She had also convinced Reggie Mantle to lend them his boat, or rather his father’s small row boat. Cheryl had offered but Ronnie had politely declined given the history of that particular boat. He packed everything into the boat and she took her position at the stern of the boat relaxing and soaking up the sun. The way the rays were hitting her hair made him, want to call of the boat ride and just spend the day wrapped in each other arms by the bank, but he was on a mission. Once they were out in the middle of the water he stopped rowing and she smiled at him looking at him over her sunglasses.

“Do you know what I have always wanted to do?” She broke the silence and he looked at her, wondering what was going on in that head of hers. She gave him a mischievous grin before she put a hand on either side of the boat and swayed her body making the boat rock in the water. Jughead caught off guard at the movement grasped the side of the boat for dear life. She let out a laugh, feeling a sense of freedom wash over her as she gave it another rock, it was childish she knew it but this was something that Ms Perfect woudn’t do she would just sit there demure and peaceful. Jughead on the other hand felt nothing of the sort, he felt sick and was pretty sure if she didn’t stop soon he was going to be seeing his lunch make an unwelcome reappearance.

“Betts, please, stop.” He shouted. She froze mid action about to make another move, staring at him and the unusual pale colour he had turned. He took a couple of deep breaths and she moved to sit with him moving the boat again, and he made an unpleasant sound. She apologised for rocking the boat and took the oars rowing them gently to shore, while Jughead laid back, with his eyes closed willing the uneasy feeling to go away. As she helped him out of the boat and onto the shore, he swore this was the last time her would take romantic advice from Veronica Lodge. Which one hogs the blankets at night? or Big spoon/Little spoon?

He watched her wrapped up in her little private cocoon which consisted of their blanket and doona. He tried to gently tug the blanket back towards himself seeking some warmth and protection from the cold night. She huffed and he could swear she just gripped tighter. Sighing he went to the dresser and pulled out the back up blanket. He draped it over his body and started to drift off into sleep. Feeling a gentle tugging on his blanket he opened his eyes to see that Betty was trying to steal his new blanket. He moved his body to be able to enter her private cocoon, pressing himself against her back, his arms wrapping around her torso and nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her scent. She sighed happily in her sleep and seemed content now with the new source of heat, warming her body.

Which one is super ticklish?

She sets upon him immediately and he begs her to stop. She is relentless, ever since she found out his weakness she has been exploiting it. They had been in her room, taking advantage of a day off school with no Alice Cooper, no interruptions. Her hands were exploring her body as she lightly moved her finger tips under his shirt, gently brushing against the cool skin of his stomach when he let out a laugh, she stopped her movements and he seemed to be able to regain his composure urging her to continue. She moved her fingertips across up higher to his rib cage and he stifled another laugh with his hand. He apologised, all of a sudden feeling bashful. She instead moved her hand away from his chest and gripped the back of his neck pulling him in for another kiss, pressing her body against his, eliminating any further laughter from their encounter.

Which one sings and which one dances?

He swings around the lounge the sound of her voice filling their small apartment. The small child in his arms laughs and squeals at his exaggerated movements. He dips her low before lifting her up in the air, another round of her laughter filling the room. Betty continues to sing, despite almost falling into a fit of giggles herself at the sight of the two of them in their pyjamas dancing along to her singing and the background music of the radio. He dips her head and she is giggling hysterically. He mouths the words, not wanting to ruin the song with his own tone deaf voice. She watches on from the kitchen her heart melting at the sight of her husband Jughead Jones dancing with their 2 year old daughter around the lounge while she sings along with the radio. Her daughter comes running over to her, before dragging her over to him insisting that it is her turn now, and he takes her hand in his own before pulling her close as they waltz in the small space, the only real dancing he knows, ingrained in him from their wedding as Evie continues to dance on her own around them, twirling and bowing with her teddy bear.

Who wakes up first?

After years and years of being up at the crack of dawn to study or run or practice a new cheer routine, she has never been able to sleep in. But she doesn’t leave the bed instead she props herself up on her elbow and watches the sleeping boy next to her. His beanie on the side table, even when he started sleeping over he would keep it on. Until he was finally able to let her in fully, share every part of himself as she had with him. She brushed his hair away from his forehead, freezing at his sharp intake of breath, before moving back when his deep breathing resumed. Sometimes she would let him sleep, she knew he needed it the peacefulness that it brought away from his normally chaotic life. Other times she could not contain her hands to herself and she would wake him gently from his sleep her hands moving softly over his body, down his bare back, up his arms, a soft kiss to his neck. He would welcome her soft body pressing close to his and wrap her in his arms.

Which one cries more during movies?

“Please don’t tell anyone.” He said sniffing, as she handed him a box of tissues.

“I think it’s sweet, your so sensitive.” She said reassuring, wrapping her arms around him.

“It’s stupid I know it’s stupid but it’s just.” The images on the screen continued to play, highlighting his face, eyes swollen and puffy, cheeks wet with tears.

“I know.” She ran her hand up his cheek, brushing away his tears.

“I mean.” He breathed deeply, thinking about the scene was about to set him off again. “It’s his dad, and he thinks it’s his fault, but it’s not.” He gave another loud sniff.

“The Lion King is going on the list isn’t it.” She got out her notebook and pen, flipping to a page and writing the title of the film they were watching.

“I mean what kind of person thinks this is okay for kids.” He choked out. She smiled at him and wrapped her arms tightly around him snuggling into his chest. They had started the ‘never again’ list after watching My Girl, that one had had him sobbing, after he had tried to hold back his tears, grasping her hand so tightly. She had warned him about this one and he had insisted that he could handle it, it was a kids cartoon after all. She put the notebook away again and pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t worry Juggie. Your secret is safe with me.”

Who would throw the other into a pool?

“Drop me right now, Forsythe!” She screamed at the top of her lungs,struggling against the strong arms holding her above the ground, her legs kicking furiously. Veronica was shouting at her own boyfriend, Archie who had also picked her up from the lounge chair she was relaxing on. It was spring break and the first time they had all caught up again after leaving for college, they were spending it at a quiet resort just outside of Florida. At the suggestion of hitting the pool Betty and Veronica had grimaced before agreeing that they could lay in the sunshine catching up on all the gossip since they had seen each other last. Jughead and Archie had tired of this quickly and had tried to convince their girlfriends to join them in the pool to no avail. It was then that Archie had come up with the suggestion of throwing them in with a mischievous glint in his eye which was soon shared by his best friend. The two girls continued to struggle as they came closer to the edge of the pool.

“Nope.” He answered back and she continued to struggle. There was a loud splash followed by a shriek as Veronica hit the water. Splashing Archie as he started to laugh at her from the edge. As he was nearing the edge of the pool he lost his footing completely as she tried one more last ditch effort to release herself from his arms, they both went crashing into the water, they both rose up, spluttering water, his dark locks fallen over his eyes as he tried to force them back away from his face. The daggers she threw at him soon subsided as she was splashed by Veronica who had swam over to the couple. Betty shot him a playful smile before splashing Veronica back and getting ready to splash him, as he beat her to it the water hitting her in the face.

Which one goes to bed first?

She goes in his office to say goodnight, kissing him on his cheek before she heads up to their bedroom. Inspiration has hit him and he grunts a goodnight as his fingers continue to fly over the keyboard, words streaming from his head directly tp the screen in front of him. She tries to hide the disappointment on her face as she leaves his office she knows how he gets when he is writing so focused and determined. She climbs into their bed looking over at the empty space where he would usually be and pulls the cover up to her chin wishing that she had his body heat next to her to snuggle into and keep her warm.

By the time he makes his way to bed, she is fast asleep, snoring no less, blankets wrapped around her keeping her warm, he gets into the bed himself gently trying not to disturb her as he gently tugs the doona to cover his own body as well as hers. She stirs at this and moves an arm to wrap around his torso as she shifts her body to be against his. He feels guilty for letting her go to sleep alone that night and promises her in his sleep that he will make it up to her tomorrow. Who whispers inappropriate things into the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

When the truth of Jason Blossom’s killer had been revealed he had moved back with his dad, and things were good. He was sitting now once again in the Cooper home, with his dad, Mama Cooper and Betty, smiling over at him from her seated position next to him. They had made up and made the most of their new found time together without the murder of their fellow student hanging over their heads. They had started exploring each other, during late night visits in her bedroom, the back of F.P’s pick up truck, anywhere they could catch a private moment. Alice announced to the table that it was time for dessert and FP offered to assist her with plates and such. Betty shot him a coy smile before she leaned over to him, resting her hand on his shoulder as she brought her lips to his ear, whispering gently.

“I’m not wearing any underwear.” He almost choked on his water, as she returned to her seat shrugging her shoulders and busied herself with her skirt while his eyes followed her actions, his mind racing.

“Peach pie for dessert.” Alice announced as she entered the room with FP trailing behind with the bowls and spoons. Jughead’s eyes darted from Alice back to Betty and finally his dad, seated opposite him giving him a look. He had never considered skipping dessert before, until now.

Which one is the junk food junkie and which one gets mad at the other for eating bad?

He can tell that she is frowning at him, even though he cannot see her face. The huffs and sighs are indication enough about her thoughts on his current diet. It hasn’t changed since he was a teenager, burgers, fries, milkshakes. Betty is currently on some God awful diet that she has been conned into by Veronica and had tried to recruit him for as well. She warned him that eventually his metabolism would not be able to keep up with him and he had responded that that was a problem for another day. Betty could only look jealously at his plate, before back to her salad.

“Go on.” He said. “I won’t tell Veronica.” Rolling her eyes she grabbed a fry from his plate and popped it in her mouth.

“You are such a bad influence, Jughead Jones.”

Which one rides the shopping cart out of the store?

“You have seriously never done it?” He asked her, his voice disbelieving.

“Do I look like someone who would do something like that?” She responded as if he had forgotten who her mother was. No way would she have let Betty Cooper ride the shopping cart out of the store.

“I suppose not.”

“But I am totally up for it.” She said her smile beaming. “I mean we are leaving tomorrow for college. Why not?” Her smile was contagious and he nodded his head eagerly. So they stood at the register, the shopping for their road trip loaded into the trolley. Giving each other conspiratorial looks, before giggling to themselves like a pair of mischievous children. The shopping attendant paid them no attention and Betty handed them her card paying for their supplies. They were now at the exit and she felt a wave of nervousness hit her. She could hear her mother’s voice in her head, it was not becoming of a lady, she could fall, she pushed that voice away as she felt his hand on her shoulder.

“Ready?” He asked and she nodded her head. She took a deep breath as she pulled back the shopping trolley and then pushed it forward sharply placing a foot on each side of the trolley just above the back wheels, holding on as the momentum pushed her and the trolley forward. She let out a loud laugh as she and the trolley flew towards the exit, Jughead was laughing too trailing behind her.

Which one gives the other one the silent treatment when they are angry with them?

“You have to talk to me.” He implored her, sitting next to her at the lunch table at school.

Silence, nothing. She hadn’t even acknowledged him when he had sat down next to her. Not his usual greeting, a smile and kiss to his cheek. It had become so much part of their routine that he had felt lost when she didn’t. They had had their first argument, and it was silly over an article for the Blue and Gold. He had written it and she had made some edits that he didn’t agree with. That was it, but now she was giving him the silent treatment. He hated it. He longed to have her talk to him, even just look his way, instead her full attention was on her salad, stabbing it aggressively with her fork. “Please Betts, I’m sorry.” The only sound he got from her was a ‘humph’ before she was again stabbing her fork with a new found passion. It was another day before she finally gave in her words exploding from her mouth, from the tension of not speaking to him for the few days. Even now he knew when he had really pissed her off as she would always retreat into herself rather that then spew hateful words from her mouth. Who kills the spiders?

“Get it Betty, get it!” He screamed from his position on the desk chair in the office of the Blue and Gold. He had first seen it when he had moved a box of old newspapers from when the school newspaper was in it’s prime, and everyone in the school was reading it. Betty had recruited him to try and bring back some of that magic from a time gone by and despite his concerns over the newspaper trying to change his voice he had agreed to help her. He wanted to help her, in truth he would do anything for Betty if she continued to look at him with those expectant eyes, wide with trust and hope. She had screamed herself when she first saw it as well, big, hairy, black. Jughead however had given a high pitched squeal before jumping on the nearest chair available teetering on top of it. She had looked at him with amusement as he urged her to take care of the problem. Betty now over the initial shock walked over to the desk picking up an empty cup and an old newspaper. As she walked over to it, Jughead warned her to be careful. She placed the cup over the spider, quickly sliding the newspaper underneath to safely capture the spider so that she could transport it to the open window. She calmly dropped it outside and returned to Jughead still cowering on top of chair. She held out her hand to help him down from the chair, as he returned to the ground somewhat embarrassed over his reaction.

Who worries about what they will look like when they are older?

‘Shit’ he thought to himself there was another one. He had found two the previous week and this was the third. A silver hair, clear as anything in amongst the dark waves surrounding it. He pulled it out, before running his hand through his hair searching for more. He felt her hands wrap around his waist pulling herself close to him. He thought about whether he should search for his beanie start wearing it again after all these years, hide it away. She looked at the worry in his eyes, confused, as she ran her hands through his dark locks.

“Did you find another one?” She asked guessing the reason for his concern.

“What if..” He started but before he could finish she urged him to turn around to face her, placing a hand on his cheek. She smiled sympathetically at him.

“It doesn’t matter to me.” She said, the sincerity clear in her voice. He pulled her in for a hug, burying his face in her neck. “Besides I think a little gray would look hot.” She joked, as he let out a sigh and returned to the mirror. Who is the most affectionate?

He needs to hold her, all the time, needs to show her how much she means to him. He doesn’t care about the looks from the others as her wraps his arm protectively around her. How he moves to nuzzle into her neck at their booth at Pop’s breathing in a scent that is deliciously Betty. After the arguments, the words he has thrown at her he needs to show her that he is sorry, that he needs her. After Homecoming he had been a mess, he had said words to her that he couldn’t take back no matter how much he wanted to. She had stuck there taking each one, each leaving their mark on her, each word making her press just a little bit harder into her palms, bite her lip a little bit deeper, the tears in her eyes rising to the surface. And all she said was sorry, all she wanted was his forgiveness. The stab of guilt he had felt when Archie and Veronica told him that she had nothing to do with their plan, that she had vowed never to speak to either of them ever again, made him feel sick. He would spend his life making things up to her with gentle kisses, hands clasped under tables, arms wrapped around her body as she slumbered. He would show her everyday, how sorry he was.

Most common argument?

“We are not having this argument again Betty.” He said from down the hall. It was the same every year around this time. She knew it was coming and that tension that it brought to the household.

“There is no argument Jug, we went to yours last year this years it’s mine.” She shouted back.

“But this is Evie’s first Christmas and I promised Dad.”

“You what?” She poked her head around the corner, giving him a disbelieving look. “Are you trying to guilt me now? Pulling the first Christmas card. Besides it’s her second Christmas.”

“She didn’t even know what was happening last year. This is her first ‘real’ one.” He reasoned.

“Nope we agreed last year we take turns. That way it is fair.”

“We could always try a joint one again?” He tried to compromise. Betty was not so keen to relive that particular experience. Suffice to say that Alice Cooper and Gladys Jones were not the best of friends at school and that seemed to have carried through to adulthood.

“Juggie, we agreed to take turns to save these arguments. This year we will have Christmas Lunch with the Coopers and then travel to Toledo to see yor parents on Boxing Day.” She had taken his hands in hers, her tone calm and soothing.

“Fine.” He said, giving in. “But on Evie’s birthday.” He started as Betty threw her arms up in surrender as he continued to follow her down the hallway.

What is their favorite feature of their partner?

Betty loved Jughead’s hair. They way it felt under her fingertips as she would brush it away from his forehead as she moved in to kiss him. The way it felt as she ran her fingers through it as he pushed his body up against her own and she tugged just a little to spur him on. The way it would curl at the edges of his beanie, poking out from underneath it’s woolen prison. The first time he had removed that beanie from his head she knew that that hair that he hid from the rest of the world, that he had allowed her to see was her favourite part of him.

Jughead loved Betty’s hair. The way it would loosely hand around her face as he looked up at her, swearing that she was some kind of angel as the light bounced off her hair. The way it bounced in her trademark ponytail as she cheered and danced on the football field, as he watched proudly from the sidelines. He loved the way it would feel bunched in his hand as he lowered his lips to hers meeting in a passionate exchange of lips and tongues, feeling her rawness come to light. Most of all he loved the way it contrasted to his own dark locks, just as she did to him.

Nicknames? and if so, how did they originate?

“You can play with us, if you have no one else to play with.” She stated simply and he looked up at the small girl, with bright green eyes and shiny blonde hair in pigtails. He shrugged his shoulders his typical non comital response. He was also shy, it had only been a week since they had moved here, back to his dad’s old home town. He was eight and unsure of most people. But something in the little girl’s smile was welcoming and as she stood there waiting with her hand outstretched to his. He decided that he would take it. She pulled him up with an exagerated movement pretending he was heavier than he was. A small boy with red hair came running up to them shouting excitedly that his dad was going to buy them icecreams at Pop’s after school. “Do you like icecream?” She asked him and he nodded enthusiastically. “You should ask if you can come with us, I love icecream, vanilla is my favourite.”

“Mine is chocolate.” Said her friend.

“I like all of them.” He admitted before looking down at his feet.

“Hey babies, what are you doing with that kid.” The girl crossed her arms as she heard an unwelcome voice heading their way.

“Go away Reggie.” She answered back.

“No way Betty. I want to say hello to Jughead here.”

“Huh.” She looked between the two confused.

“That’s what they call me.” He said softly. Not that it was any better than his normal name.

“Reggie don’t be so mean or I’ll tell them what I saw on our last school trip.” She threatened pulling herself up to meet the taller boy’s eyes.

“You don’t know anything, Betty.” He spat out her name.

“I know I saw you sitting at the back of the bus and Mrs Harris has to bring you a spare pair of pants when we got off.” She said finishing by raising her eyebrows in challenge, smiling to herself as he backed down and sulked away. Betty put her hands on her hips in triumph. As her friend Archie let out a giggle.

“Reggie pee’d his pants.” He managed to get out before he erupted into laughter clutching his sides.

“So what’s your real name?” She asked him.

“Really I think I prefer Jughead.” He admitted.

“Well I’m going to call you Juggie.” She decided, but looking at his face added. “If that’s okay?”

“Yeah but only you get to call me that.”

“Thanks, Juggie.” He liked the way she said his name, she had turned it from an insult into something familiar and kind.

“I need a nickname for you too.” He responded.

“I’m Betty, that’s already short enough.”

“What about Betts?” She seemed to think about this for a moment before nodding her head.

“Okay but only you get to call me that.” She put out her hand for a handshake and he eagerly gave her his hand. Archie meanwhile was wiping tears away from his eyes.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

He misses her, he goes and sits in the booth at Pop’s, their booth. He gets his regular order and pulls out his laptop, opening his latest chapter of the novel of Riverdale and the murder of Jason Blossom. Betty had left earlier in the week for another Summer internship. She had at first told him that she was going to turn it down, that she would find something local in Riverdale so that she could be near Polly and the twins, her mum and him. But he had urged her to go, to not give up an opportunity like this and that he would help the Coopers as much as he could with the new arrivals. He had at times felt out of his depth but he enjoyed spending the time with the Cooper family, feeling like he was needed and that he belonged. Mama Cooper had even invited his dad over for another dinner to make up for the last one, which they had both been grateful for. He smiled as he saw an email pop up from Betty, she was doing well, currently Skyping with Polly and the twins, but she wanted to see him and asked whether he would be available that night. Jughead eagerly responded advising that he would.

Later that night he eagerly opened his laptop in his own room, in his dad’s home. It felt good to be back, and that his dad was making another go of things and seemed to be making it this time despite the set back of being wrongly arrested for murder. He couldn’t help but smile when she popped up on the screen, her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, glasses on, no make up. His eyes widened as he noticed what she was wearing, a loose t-shirt with an ‘S’ clearly printed on the front.

Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

“Your turn.” She said as she returned from the nursery to their lounge. He could see the defeat on her face, they had been trying for the last 3 hours to get baby Evie to settle. They had tried rocking, a drive in the car, dancing awkwardly around the nursery, patting, shushing everything. He had taken a deep breath and walked back into the nursery, while he noticed Betty slouching in the chair, her head in her hands. It had been hard on her, the birth, then coming home and although Mama Cooper was helping through the day he was worried about the pressures that she may be placing on the new mum in addition to Betty’s own expectations to be the ‘perfect’ mum. He scooped Evie into his arms and moved to the rocking chair. At a loss for what to do next he started to sing, he knew his voice was horrible, Betty had told him before that he was tone deaf, but he had to try something they hadn’t. Evie noticed the sound of his voice and began to stare at him listening to the tone of his voice, as he sang the only thing he could think of. An ad that he had heard earlier on the radio on his way home from work. Eventually after repeating the song more times than he could keep track of she started to close her eyes. Betty who had been anxiously observing through the crack in the door breathed a sigh of relief as he placed the small infant back in her bassinet, resting a hand on her stomach as she stirred before slowly extracting his hand and army crawling out of the room. Betty offered her hand to help him stand before pulling him into her arms in an embrace, almost collapsing on him in exhaustion.

“You are a miracle worker.” She breathed into his neck, and he gripped her tighter. “Although I am seriously worried about our child’s taste in music.”

Which one says no to their kids or yes?

The kids had already worked out who was the one who would let them get away with murder, let them go to the cool parties and stay out late. And they knew it. He hated the phrase ‘Go ask your mother.” Growing up but was completely dependent on it now. He swore those two could get him to agree to anything, a bit like their mother in that way, a pout of the lips, the whine in their voices, eyes wide and pleading and that was it he was done for. They were in front of him now, pleading with him to let them go to a party with the boy next door. He had uttered the sentence and they had both gone away in a huff, knowing what their mum would say. However they returned to the lounge with victory plastered over their faces.

“Mum said yes.”

“She what?!” He asked, jumping up from his chair. Heading in the direction of the her office where he was sure the two giggling girls had just come from. “You said yes.”

“Yeah, they are old enough now.” She replied casually, while he ran a hand through his hair.

“There will be boys there, Betty, boys.” His voice straining at the end of his sentence. Given the reaction from his wife who simply shook her head at him while smiling to herself. It looked like their roles were about to change.

Favorite non-sexual activity?

She has decided that this is her favourite thing, wrapped up under a million blankets, her boyfriend snuggled in against her watching “It Happened One Night”. It was their regular movie night, Fridays, popcorn fresh from the microwave, no Alice Cooper keeping a not so covert eye on them. Even with the craziness of the hunt for Jason Blossom’s killer this was a constant a piece of normalcy in amongst the chaos of their current lives. It was one of her favourites and even he had raised an eyebrow when she suggested it. She had reasoned that it was a classic and she was in the mood for a love story. Jughead could see so much Betty in the main character, her strength, her stubbornness and drive to not just follow her family blindly. He loved to watch her while she was watching the movie, her smiles, her laugh and the enjoyment on her face as she watched the two characters on screen fall in love. It would be his turn next week and they would continue the tradition, passing it on eventually to their children, their Friday family movie night.

Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

“Stay with me.” He says still laying in bed, blanket slung loosely over his hips, bare chest, hair messy from his night’s sleep and Betty can already feel her resolve starting to slip.

“I have to get up for classes.” She says, trying to convince him as much as herself.

“You’re too smart for classes. You don’t need them.” He flatters her. It is partly true, he is proud of his brainy girlfriend and admires her commitment to do well, but for now he has other things on his mind.

“Hmm I think you may have an alternative motive there.” She eyes him suspiciously, as she moves to pull her shoes on sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I just want you to come back to bed.”

She throws a look at him and he simply smirks back in response.“But you know if things lead to other things.”

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #OTP questions fills #holy crap i wrote 6000 words #betty x jughead #betty cooper x jughead jones

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I’ve completed chapter 2 of my story! I can’t wait to make my AO3 account to post it on there. Three more daaaaaaays....

Oh, and I probably never mentioned that there’s going to be quite a bit of sexual tension in this for quite a while. I’m going to go aaaaaalllllllllll the way up to the secret endings and beyond with this!!!

Chapter 1 here!

Chapter 3!

Seven had woken up repeatedly through the night. He would whisper your name, but would be incapable of waking you up for some sort of company. He ended up spending some of the night chatting to Zen over the phone, trying to assist the actor in getting over his disbelief over the recent discoveries, before Zen decided to go and clear his mind and go on a motorbike ride somewhere. After that, about two and a half hours later, it was a conversation with Yoosung who was still in a state of denial that Rika had anything to do with Mint Eye, before saying that she was exploited, and that they were exploiting Saeran too. It was that conversation which prompted him to make an early start in digging through the apartment and look over the Mint Eye paperwork once more. There was definite proof that Rika had some sort of consensual involvement in that organisation, and there was no doubt about it. He just hoped that Saeran didn’t give consent to be involved in all of this too. It was this digging about which had woke you up, so slowly, you made your way out of bed and started looking at Seven from a few metres away. You had no idea if his brief few hours of humanity from yesterday had worn off or not, so you felt in your rights to remain somewhat wary. After about ten minutes, Seven sighed and then folded up the paperwork and stuffed it into a bag. “____... I’ve looked through everything, and the apartment holds no more secrets. We should get ready to leave. Will you… stay by my side until the truth breaks through? Until my brother is safe, and Mint Eye leaves the RFA alone?” He had been aware of your presence the entire time. When you nodded, Seven then stood up and started giving you a caring smile. “By the way… I have something to give you. I will protect you, even if it costs me my life… But I’ve fixed this so that even if the worst does happen, you’ll have reminders of me, and reminders of 707 from the messenger. I’ll make sure though… That I’ll try to keep myself alive, so that I can give you even more gifts…” He then produced something from behind his back, and your eyes widened in surprise. He… He fixed the robo cat! As you accepted the newly repaired gift, you leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. He was surprised, but the blush and laugh moments later proved that he was thankful for it. “Now, come on, ____! You’re in pyjamas, and we’re going to be on the road within the hour… Better get changed, babe.”

. . .

All of your belongings as well as Seven’s belongings were either in the car’s trunk or resting securely on your lap. The back seats were being kept clear just in case there was any risk of danger and the two of you had to hide in the car. Other than that, the two of you were beginning to drive through the eerily silent city, with you staring at the dimly lit streetlamps decorating the roads. Eventually, you sighed and turned to face Seven. “Do you think that when this is over, we’ll both be able to have normal lives?” He remained silent for a moment, before grinning as he pulled over at some parking spaces just outside a 24 hour convenience store. “I wouldn’t mind the chance to settle down somewhere, especially if it was with you. I can’t imagine my life without you already, in all honesty.” Seven leaned back for a moment, and began stroking his chin whilst making a silly ‘Hmmm…’ noise as he did so. “Maybe. We’d have to do something about the intelligence agency though. I’ve been gone for a few days now, so I’ll be classed as a deserter… putting me at a top priority on their ‘wanted dead’ lists, put simply. I’m a hacker, and as I’m one of the best in the country, if not the world… It is bad if I’m not working for them.” He then grinned, and reached out for your hand. “But if you want to settle down with me… I suppose that I could try and take the agency down as soon as this Mint Eye situation is over, and then we can live together and bring to the world our red-haired babies! Seven of them, to be precise!” You could feel not just your face, but your entire body heating up as Seven said that. He wanted seven red-haired children?! That meant that… He intended to sleep with you four times minimum, and that was if you were lucky enough to have twins, but… Seven of them?! He seemed to be able to read your thoughts then, so he grinned as he unfastened his seatbelt and slightly leaned over to you. “Well, I’ll settle for two if you don’t think that you’re up to seven… They’d have to be a boy and a girl though! The girl called ____ Jr., and the boy called Saeyoung Jr.!” He then paused, and awkwardly grinned. “Oh… I just let you know my actual name, didn’t I? Shh, that’s a secret between only you and me for now… Saeyoung is only reserved for my honey! And I was joking about the baby names, by the way.” After a few minutes of resisting the urge to make the following kisses from Seven going even further and getting both of you in trouble for public indecency in the car, he decided that it would be best to stock up on some food supplies from the convenience store. You were stopped straight away from using any sort of card or digital payment by him, and he ended up paying for the food with cash. “You know Vanderwood, my colleague? He’s aware of you and your relation to me as fellow RFA members. Chances are, Vanderwood quickly figured out that I’m with you so the agency will be tracking every single transaction which you make, and anything which creates a digital trace of you. I think that as a precaution, you should turn your GPS off and only use the RFA messenger on your phone… I don’t want them deciding to destroy any evidence of both of our existences if they do manage to track us down… They’d kill us with no mercy…”

. . .

Many hours were spent with you and Saeyoung on the road. The two of you played loud music and sang along badly to it, took the occasional snack break, and simply just spoke to each other in order to get to know each other more. The closer which the two of you got to wherever the Mint Eye headquarters was, the more serious the conversations got. He told you about what happened with himself and his brother when they were children after a while… They were illegitimate children of a prominent politician, and as their mother threatened to reveal their existence to cause a scandal after they were born, they had been unable to live normal lives. No proper education, no freedom to act like children, the constant imprisonment and abuse to make sure that their father didn’t get to them and kill them. Only Saeyoung had been granted more freedom – though only just – as he was the older, slightly stronger twin. Saeran was more fragile and sickly, and constantly put through more punishments than Saeyoung. You were almost crying after Saeyoung had explained that, and he was crying too. It was about 10am when he finally had to stop driving so that he could let his tears out completely. He stepped outside the car, and sat on its front as he went and tied his hoodie round his waist and buried his head in his hands. You went out to sit beside him, and placed your hand on his knee and stroked his leg gently with your thumb as a form of reassurance. “Soon… You won’t have to think about your past. I promise. You can think of our future together…” You leaned in so that your head was level with his own, and laughed quietly. “Just you, me, hopefully Saeran, and our… Two or seven red-haired children, if I remember correctly?” You noticed him move slightly, as though he ended up laughing to himself as you spoke. “And I’ll make sure that as Goddess 606, girlfriend of God 707, I will make you happy for the rest of my life!” Saeyoung ended up sitting up properly then, and then he began to laugh a bit louder through his tears. “You know the perfect things to say to cheer me up… I can’t believe that at this time yesterday, I was trying to shut you out of my life…” Following that, he ended up moving so that he was stood in front of you, and he leaned forward as he took hold of your hips. “How could I not realise that you were perfect for me?” He then kept one hand on your hips, and the other moved to your chin. “Even though I’ve not really responded in the most appropriate of ways when you have been repeatedly been telling me how you feel over the past few days… I’ll tell you right now that every little word warmed my heart up. And right now, it is so hot… it’s racing. I can feel it beating so fast… You’re absolutely amazing, ____... How did you do that to me? How did you thaw out my true feelings, and my true self?” He was breathing against your lips as he pushed you down onto the hood, and his eyes were glinting with excitement. “I want to find out how…” The following kiss was sudden, and much rougher than the gentle, slow one from the night before. Saeyoung was biting at your lips, and leaving your skin burning everywhere he touched despite you still wearing clothes. There was a strange sensation forming in your lower abdomen as he got touchier, and pressed on further with the kiss using his tongue. After a few moments, you ended up making a quiet sound which made him suddenly stop. His face was a flushed pink colour, and a devious smirk formed on his face as he returned to kissing you with even more fervour than previously. The sound happened again when the fingers from one of his hands slipped under your sweater, and started stroking at the tender skin of your torso. The moment was cut short by the sound of a phone ringing, so with a flustered face, Saeyoung stood up straight again, wiping the trail of saliva from the messy kiss away from his mouth. He then reached into his pocket, and sighed as he answered. “Hey there, Jumin. You wanting an update on what we were doing?” One question was racing through your head then. If Jumin had never called him… Would Saeyoung have had sex with you on the top of his car?! You were a blushing mess as you pulled yourself back up, and then straightened out the creases which had just been made in your clothes. To make sure that neither of you got distracted again, you returned to your passenger seat in the car and helped yourself to one of the sandwiches which the two of you had bought from the convenience store. By the time that you had finished eating, Saeyoung went and sat beside you in his driver’s seat again. “We’ll be at the Mint Eye headquarters in less than an hour. If we can get the Mint Eye situation under control by tonight, how about we… y-you know… continue where we just left off?”

. . .

You had taken a quick nap in the car as Saeyoung kept driving, and were shaken awake by the time which the two of you ended up at the destination. Saeyoung looked anxious as he went into the trunk of the car and pulled out his laptop and a bit more of his hacking gear, before sighing out loud. “We should let the RFA members know that we’re safe, and where we need to be…” He then pulled his phone out, and placed his laptop down into the grass before walking over to you. “I don’t feel guilty about doing this now… I’ve abandoned my identity of 707 the hacker when I’m with you.” He pulled you close to his side, and grinned as he held his phone out to take a photo of you both together. Once the first flash happened, Saeyoung laughed and then turned to face you. “And now one more photo, just for myself…” He pressed a kiss to your lips, and took a second photo as soon as your eyes had widened in surprise. Once he had opened up the messenger and posted only one of the two images, Saeyoung cracked his knuckled and retrieved his laptop one more. “Right, ____. This is how we’re going to get in. Make sure that you stay by my side the whole time, so that I can keep you safe, okay?”

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