#that their boyfriends could murmur softly and get them all blushy about

[thisisallthehattersfault]

Free name headcanons, get ‘em while they’re hot!

Note that I do Not speak Chinese and I am Not completely certain about any of these But! I have tried looking to see if other people have made posts about given name headcanons for some of the cast that only have courtesy names and found nothing so if I am Wrong I hope someone will please take pity and correct me. Nie Huaisang -- 涧 Jian, Mountain stream. Nie Mingjue -- 峰 Feng, Mountain peak. Nie Zonghui -- 峥 Zheng, lofty (of a mountain)

You probably noticed the theme! My only justification is “wouldn’t it be neat if it was a naming tradition among the Nie for the actual family to have like, cool environmental names?” and I don’t know enough about the language to come up with something fancy and clever so everybody is literally just getting named for Parts Of The Mountain. As far as I could find Zheng is actually technically a surname but I also didn’t find anything saying it couldn’t be a given name? If I’m wrong plz ups a bomb to my house at your earliest convenience UwU

Ouyang Zizhen -- 胜 Sheng, to defeat/to surpass/to be victorious 

Old man sect leader Ouyang wants to be big and important so bad and he’s fully heaping all those dreams and expectations onto his kid. Sorry Zizhen.

Mo Xuanyu -- 丽 Li, beautiful Mama Mo -- 爱 Ai, love/affection

The only thing we really know about Xuanyu is that he likes to wear makeup. Me being me, I’m gonna stretch that one (1) trivia fact into an entire character trait! Some of the only memories he has of his mother is that she liked pretty things, and whenever she could she would show them to him. Not just finely-crafted jewelry or intricately embroidered robes (although those too) but also beauty in nature, and stories, and music. Naturally, to her, there was nothing in the world more beautiful than her baby, and she told him that every day. And now all of us are sad.

Lan Jingyi --  欣 Xin, happy, joyful, delighted

My personal headcanons for the parents of the most un-Lan Lan are that they were pretty un-Lan Lans themselves; I like to think Jingyi’s father in particular was a loud, cheerful man who smiled a lot and loved to make new friends. Especially since Jingyi was def born during Sunshot, I think happiness is a good thing to hope for for your kid.

Jin Zixuan -- 富 Fu, rich, abundant, wealthy 

This one was actually kind of a fuck you from Guanshan. The Jin have money. As far as he’s concerned, that’s all that really matters? His kid is gonna be Richer Than You and there’s nothing you can do about it. No, he hasn’t put any actual thought into what kind of person his son is going to grow up to be or what hopes he has for his heir’s future, he doesn’t view his son as a person.

#mdzs #the untamed #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #nie zonghui #ouyang zizhen #mo xuanyu #lan jingyi #jin zixuan #headcanons #names are hard #i will admit a large portion of this was inspired by me reading junior quartet poly fics #and getting angry that only jin ling and lan yuan had surnames #that their boyfriends could murmur softly and get them all blushy about #it was a crime I tell you an actual crime #anyway feel free to use any or all of these its not like I own Names

[hyogonokitsune]

hi love!!! I would please like to request something so jdneoe please I'm all blushy while thinking but imagine iwaizumi fucking you in front of the mirror in the locker room after hearing the Japan team talking about you, his precious girlfriend, how they would use you as some fucktoy, he knows you deserve way more than that

hajime knows all the players were watching by the door how you were almost breaking from the pleasure he was giving you, too lost in it you didn't even know they were there

pls this is basically mirror sex and unknown voyeurism for the reader 😭😭😭😭

ofc if you don feel comfortable you don't have to do it!! thanks a lot

this is my first-ever request, so as a prize you win a kissaroo from me to u 😘 this was a very fun idea anon, so thank you for sending it in! I was also blushing while writing it ksjdksdduhjd          

actual locker room talk, (semi-nonconsensual) voyeurism, mirror sex, overstimulation, creampie

2200 words

watching -- iwaizumi hajime x reader

He knew it wasn’t your fault; after all, you couldn’t help how cute you were. You couldn’t help the way the fabric of your skirt clung to your hips, the way the neckline of your blouse dipped down when you bent forward, revealing just a little too much skin. You certainly couldn’t help yourself from gazing at your boyfriend with those cute little bedroom eyes each time you visited him at work; it was a look that he learned early on was unintentional, it was simply your natural reaction to seeing him, and it was one of the little things he loved about you. That gaze was reserved for him and him alone, and it only appeared on your face when you thought no one else was watching.

But someone was always watching you; they just couldn’t help themselves, not when somebody as cute as you was wandering around the gym, trailing after Iwaizumi like a lost puppy, your sweet laughter echoing around the room. The looks they caught you giving to your boyfriend, a small indicator of what you were like behind closed doors, made it difficult for them to not fantasize about you.

Iwaizumi knew this, and to some extent he didn’t mind. Having a gorgeous girlfriend inevitably meant that other guys were going to think about her a little too much, but it didn’t matter what they thought to themselves, because at the end of the day it was him that you went home to.

What he did mind, however, was the way they talked about you. Crowded into the locker room after practice, unaware that he was just outside the open door, the team didn’t hold anything back.

“Did ya see what Y/n was wearing today?” Atsumu asked no one in particular. “That dress didn’t leave much to the imagination, huh?”

“Pretty sure she wasn’t wearing anything underneath,” Hinata said.

“Yeah, I saw the way you were starin’ at her,” Atsumu laughed.

“Can you blame me? When she bent over to pick up that ball….”

Someone whistled then, a low, long note. Several other voices murmured their agreement.

“If she’s looking for some balls to hold, I wouldn’t mind helping her out.” More laughter sounded out; Iwaizumi’s jaw clenched. He was frozen on the spot, unable to tear himself away from the disgusting conversation.

“Yeah? Why don’t you tell her that next time she comes around.”

“Bet she gives crazy good head.”

“Girls like that always do.”

“Fuck, I wouldn’t mind hitting that.”

“She’d probably just lie there and take it, too.”

“Not like I’d want anything else outta her, though.”

Their laughter rang out. Iwaizumi had finally had enough, forcing himself to turn and walk away; it probably wouldn’t have been a good look if the team’s athletic trainer wound up putting them in the hospital.

He definitely knew it wasn’t your fault; not you, his lovely girlfriend who had never asked for any of that attention. The fact that you just existing could elicit such disrespectful comments made him feel more frustration than he knew what to do with. More than the knowledge that other guys were thinking about fucking his girlfriend, he was more bothered by the way they had spoken about you, as if you were just a piece of meat, something interesting for them to play with. He knew better, knew that you were someone to cherish and take care of, someone he had gone out of his way to make feel good countless times.

But he also knew that their comments were, in the end, harmless. He certainly was never going to relay them to you, and as long as you could stay happy, blissfully unaware of what was being said about you, Iwaizumi could shoulder the burden of knowing the team’s true thoughts. He had managed to calm himself down by the next time he saw them, and was successfully managing to ignore what he had overheard.

Up until the next time you stopped by the gym.

When he spotted you across the court, chatting innocently to Ushijima and Atsumu, something in him snapped. He was hyperaware of the lustful way Atsumu was looking down at you, the way the muscles in Ushijima’s arm tensed when you playfully shoved him on the shoulder, laughing at something he had said. It was one thing to listen to the team talk about wanting to fuck you; actually seeing it so plainly on their faces was something else entirely.

Before he was aware of his own intentions, Iwaizumi was making his way over to you, putting a protective arm around your shoulders and tugging you away from the others.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice sounding oddly clipped. “Can you come with me for a second?” He was already leading you away before you could respond.

“Hajime? Is something wrong?” you asked, looking up at him. You could see the muscles in his cheek tensing as he clenched his jaw.

“No, baby,” he said, but you weren’t entirely convinced.

“Okay, because it seems like something’s bothering you,” you pressed as he led you into the team’s locker room.

“Nothing’s bothering me.” He pushed your back up against the row of sinks, large hands firmly gripping your waist. “Just wanted to touch you,” he said, head bending down to press hot kisses into your neck.

“Hajime, not here!” you said, but you made no effort to push him away. You sighed, melting into his touch, hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt as his mouth moved up to your ear, teeth nipping at the soft skin.

“Why not, princess?” he asked, voice low and husky. “Don’t you wanna see how cute you are?”

Turning you around, he pressed his chest up against your spine, hand weaving into your hair to tilt your head back so that he could kiss down your throat. You stared at your reflection in the mirror with wide eyes, gasping as his teeth sank into your skin.

“Don’t you wanna see what you look like when I’m fucking you?”

Your heart was pounding, legs trembling as his hands roamed over your body, lifting up your shirt and tugging down your bra to reveal your breasts. Your nipples hardened when the cold air hit them; Iwaizumi’s fingers brushed over them, pinching and rolling, making you moan softly.

“P-please, Hajime,” you said breathlessly, feeling his cock pressing into your ass. You grinded back against him, desperate for more contact. The wetness was growing between your thighs, soaking through your panties.

“Hmm?” he hummed in your ear. One of his hands moved under your skirt, tugging your panties down and letting them fall to your knees. “What do you want, princess?” he asked, sliding a finger along your pussy, making you squirm.

“Want your cock, please, baby, need it so badly,” you begged. In the mirror, you saw him grin over your shoulder. He tugged down his shorts and boxers just enough to free his cock, before flipping your skirt up over your hips to get a better view of you. He dragged the head of his cock between the folds of your pussy, his touch teasing.

“This what you want?” he asked, the tone of his voice making you shiver. You nodded, biting your bottom lip in anticipation. He pressed into you, groaning at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut as his thick cock stretched you out. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he bottomed out; you clenched around him, drawing another low groan from his lips. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.”

Iwaizumi loved the look on your face in the mirror, with your head thrown back and eyes squeezed tight, breath coming out in shallow pants as he started thrusting into you. It was clear that you had no thoughts other than how good he felt inside you, desperately wanting him to make you cum; but a part of his mind was thinking of something else. He was thinking about the fact that practice was almost over, and any minute now the team would be heading back to the locker room to find you there, shamelessly moaning from the way that he was fucking you.

“Open your eyes, princess,” he told you. “I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you.” You immediately obeyed, staring, mesmerized, at your boyfriend’s face in the mirror, his dark green eyes boring into you.

His cock was hitting that spot deep inside your cunt, making your whole body tremble. He dug his fingers into your hips, gripping you harshly as he fucked into you. Your pussy was tightening around him, letting him know how close you were getting.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, mouth sucking on the skin of your neck again. “Who’re you so wet for, baby?”

“Y-you, Hajime—oh, fuck—only you,” you gasped out, surprised by how much you were loving being able to watch yourself getting fucked. Your cheeks were flushed, hot breath fogging up the mirror as you came closer and closer to your release. “F-fuck, please don’t stop, baby, I’m g-gonna cum—god!” You had barely gotten the last word out before your orgasm washed over you, eyes closing again at the intense pleasure.

You were too wrapped up in your own world to notice the sound of footsteps getting closer, but Iwaizumi was all too aware of them. He was looking at the door in the mirror when the team appeared there, grinning to himself at the stunned expressions on their faces. He put a hand on your back, pressing you down until your chest was lying flat on the counter.

“You want more, baby?” he asked you, just loud enough for the others to hear.

“Yes,” you moaned, head nodding against the cool surface of the counter. “Feels so good…”

Iwaizumi started thrusting into you harder, the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt echoing throughout the room. You were quickly coming undone, breathing shallow and fast as your nails grasped at the surface beneath you. His name left your lips over and over, begging him to go harder, faster, to give you more.

He loved the way you felt around him, loved how easy it was for him to completely wreck you. Your cunt was clenching so hard around his cock, drawing him back in each time his hips pulled away from you.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured into your ear as one of his hands reached around to play with your clit, the added sensation making your spine arch. “You wanna cum again, princess?”

“Mm hmm,” you whimpered, unable to say much else. You could hardly catch your breath with the relentless pace he set, the feeling of his cock so deep in your pussy making your mind go blank. He was rubbing tight circles over your clit, the friction sending you over the edge again.

With one cheek pressed into the counter, Iwaizumi could see half your face as you were cumming. He smiled at the way your mouth fell open, no sound coming out as he continued to rock his hips into you, not giving you a break for a second. He glanced up at the mirror again to find the whole team still standing in the doorway, watching intently as he fucked you better than they ever could. Several of them were palming themselves through their shorts, desire plain on their faces.

He increased his pace even more, fingers still playing with your clit, making you cry out. Your whole body was shaking underneath him; the sight of it drove him mad.

“T-too much, Hajime!” you wailed, but the look in your eyes as you gazed up at his face pleaded for him to keep going. The overstimulation was electrifying every part of your body, a tingling sensation running up and down your limbs as his cock slammed into you relentlessly.

“One more, princess,” he said, never stopping his movements. “You’re gonna cum for me one more time.” It wasn’t a question or a request, but a clear order. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, even as they watered from the intense pleasure, your vision blurring, body shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck, fuck! Hajime!” you screamed out as your pussy clenched around him again, eyes rolling back. A string of curses and moans flew past your lips, dissolving into unintelligible babbling. If he hadn’t been gripping your hip so tightly, you would have collapsed from the intensity of your orgasm, knees trembling wildly.

Iwaizumi couldn’t hold back anymore. He leaned down over you, chest pressing into your back and lips latching onto your throat as he came, spilling his load inside of you. “You’re so amazing, baby,” he whispered, his words intended only for your ears.

Panting hard, he pulled out of you, fixing your clothes into place before tucking himself back into his shorts. Pressing one last kiss into the back of your neck, he looked up at the mirror. The hard look he gave the guys still standing in the open doorway was more than clear; without needing a word from him, they all turned to leave before you could sit up and notice them.

Iwaizumi wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in close to plant a kiss on your temple. He led you out of the locker room, grinning at the way the team stared at you in the hallway, their eyes moving to look at his cum slowly dripping down your inner thigh.

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[greymantledlady]

you are my sweetest downfall

Adam squeezes Michael’s hands again, reassuring. 'Remember – back down there – how we agreed to talk to each other if anything bothered us? This is like that, okay?’

Michael looks stricken. ‘Oh,’ he says in a small voice. ‘Oh. I didn’t – it really isn’t anything worth your time – ’

My second fic for @midamweek! People seemed to really enjoy Adam calling Michael 'sweetheart' in the previous fic in this verse, so I decided to expand on it. Michael is a dork, honestly.

Read on AO3 or below the cut:

Having an archangel as your boyfriend is really good, actually. Better than good.

Adam, in all his years of (largely) calm and resigned pining in the Cage, had never actually, truly believed he had a chance of anything like this with Michael, anything so soft and domestic and - well, astonishingly, normal, really. It still hits him sometimes, that warm rush of astounded happiness when Michael can't stop looking hopefully down at his lips until Adam simply has to press in close and kiss him, when Michael flushes at Adam making the mildest and most low-hanging of innuendos, when Michael asks him what would be the best gift to give Adam for St Valentine's Day. 

The last incident had occurred in July, because Michael had thought Adam would probably forget all about the conversation by the time February rolled around, and he had been so endearingly pleased with himself over this plan that Adam had started laughing and pulled him down onto the couch by the fire and kissed and sucked all the way down his neck until it bruised.

Given that Michael was at the time a metaphysical projection of grace shaped into a copy of Adam's own body and existing in a dimension faintly to the left of the mortal plane, it probably didn't actually need to have bruised, but Michael had warmed extremely quickly to the concept of hickeys, apparently. He likes them a lot, likes to keep them and nurse them and admire them in the mirror when he thinks Adam's not looking, and Adam thinks it's kind of the best thing ever.

Right now, though, Adam's a little worried.

Michael has been - off - for a little while now. Not worryingly so - nothing like the shaking bouts of grief that Adam had held him through when he'd first gotten back, when he'd been mourning the asshole father who'd never loved or deserved him. Nothing like that, it's just - a sort of odd wistfulness that seems to fall over him sometimes, at the strangest of moments, and Adam is determined to work out what’s causing it.

***

They're in bed, Adam happily boneless and tired out and curled around Michael, stroking his hair while Michael smooths his hand up and down Adam's back in the firm way that Adam likes, his grace-formed body firmly anchored to the physical world this time, as warm and solid as Adam's own. Adam nuzzles his cheek affectionately, smiling against his skin when Michael hums with contentment. 

'Hey,' he says quietly, squinting a little to focus on Michael's face.

'Adam,' Michael says, just as soft. He looks hopeful for a moment, as though he's waiting for something. Adam's not quite sure what it is. He traces his thumb gently over Michael's collarbone, waiting to see if he'll come out with it, but eventually Michael just sighs quietly and turns his face to press it into Adam's hair.

***

Adam, before he’d been killed and resurrected, had enjoyed baking.

Of course, that had been more than a thousand years ago, but – well, time was weird that way, when it came to being trapped in an archangel cage in Hell. It wasn't that he'd forgotten any of it, of course, and he valued those memories, the way Michael had softened, increment by increment, until somewhere along the line he'd become someone Adam couldn't live without.

It was just that, once they'd gotten out, the memories seemed condensed, so that you weren't sure at all if it had been ten years or a thousand. Adam wondered sometimes whether that was what Michael's billions of years of existence must feel like to him, too.

Anyway, he'd liked to bake. When he'd come back, after the first long pain-filled months of negotiating with the Winchesters to bring Michael back too, and after the first whirlwind of joy of finding out Michael wanted him the same way, he'd started again, searching up recipes online on his phone and writing them out in a notebook if they turned out successfully.

Today, he’s craving choc chip cookies, so he looks at the pantry and pulls out flour and sugar and chocolate chips, opening the packet immediately to sneak a few to nibble on as he starts to measure everything out. They need a medium-sized mixing bowl; he needs to put that on the list for the next time they go grocery shopping. The big one is fine for today, though.

‘What are you doing?’ Michael asks, coming up behind him. He touches Adam’s elbow with a soft hand as he passes, leaning on the counter to watch.

‘Baking!’ Adam says. He bumps his hip gently against Michael’s. ‘I’m making choc chip cookies.’

Michael shifts a little closer so they can stay connected, and leans over to inspect the ingredients, poking a finger into the well of flour Adam has measured out, leaving a little dent. He’s always been surprisingly tactile, liking to touch new things, test them on his fingers.

‘Don’t eat that,’ Adam warns. ‘It tastes awful raw. Choc chips are better, here.’ He picks out a single chip – no need to overwhelm Michael’s still-developing sense of taste – and says, with a grin, ‘Open your mouth.’

Michael raises an eyebrow, looking at him, soft-eyed and so in love that it makes Adam’s heart pulse with warmth. ‘Okay, kid,’ he says, and opens up.

Adam puts down his spoon, buzzing with affection, and presses closer, leaning up against Michael’s chest and delighting in the way Michael’s arms come up to circle his waist. ‘Hey,’ he murmurs, up close, and runs his thumb along Michael’s parted lips, just to tease him a little.

Michael sighs, soft, bending forward, only to be foiled by Adam’s hand. ‘Choc chip,’ Adam reminds him, and pops it in.

‘Mm,’ Michael says, nibbling. He looks so surprised at the small burst of sweetness that Adam grins again.

‘Good, yeah?’ he says. ‘Do you want another one?’

Michael licks his lips. ‘It was good,’ he says. ‘I don’t want another one, though.’ His eyes dip downwards, his hand stroking a hopeful little circle on Adam’s back.

‘I can’t imagine what you do want,’ Adam teases. He snuggles himself a little more firmly against Michael, runs his hands down his sides and around to fit into his back pockets, enjoying the way Michael shivers. ‘Oh, get over here.’

‘I am here,’ Michael says, but then Adam kisses him, slow and sweet, smiling against his lips before pulling back. ‘Oh,’ he says softly. ‘Adam.’

‘Michael,’ Adam says, just as softly, and leaves another tiny kiss at the corner of Michael’s mouth, the moment drawing out soft and gentle; the kind of moment that you could live in forever. Michael’s eyes are soft and hazy, leaning into him, and Adam reaches up to run his knuckles over his cheek.

Michael exhales, and strokes his hands gently across Adam’s back, watching him closely. He has that odd, hidden wistfulness in his face again, as though he’s waiting for something, and Adam wants to do something about it, wants Michael to tell him what it is so he can give it to him.

‘What is it?’ he says gently, and holds back the endearment that wants to spill out, absurdly tender. He’s pretty sure it will only make Michael more embarrassed.

Michael sighs again, very soft, and glances away. ‘No, it’s nothing,’ he says.

Adam’s pretty sure it’s not nothing, but he doesn’t press. They have all the time in the world, after all, and he has cookies to bake for them. Michael will come out with it eventually.

***

Except Michael doesn’t come out with it, and it keeps happening, and Adam is honestly starting to worry. They’ll be together, and happy, so happy – he knows Michael is happy, can feel it in the grace that’s constantly twined around his soul. They’ll be kissing, or snuggling, or making love, and it will be a perfect moment, the kind of moment that makes everything worth it, like a warm soft blanket to lose yourself in.

And then suddenly Michael will be looking all wistful, like a sad little puppy wanting a morsel, and disappointed, and Adam is beginning to really, really not like that at all.

He’s tried everything – more kisses, cuddling, even that one thing that Michael really likes during sex but gets incredibly flustered and blushy over, so Adam saves for special occasions. And Michael loves it all, he really does, Adam can feel it, but none of it manages to soothe that particular, wistful little ache in his grace.

When he was small, and he’d had a problem, or felt bad, or unhappy, or guilty, Mum had always managed to coax it out of him eventually. She would sit him on the couch and give him a glass of milk, and tell him that it was always better to talk things out, not hold them inside of you till they hurt. Bad feelings were like appendicitis, she’d say, they’d make you very sick if you left them inside.

Adam thinks Michael has the equivalent of emotional appendicitis at the moment, honestly, and he’s pretty sure he needs to do something to fix that.

***

When Adam comes to find him, Michael is sitting at their kitchen table, inspecting a small pile of rocks. Months ago, he’d read a magazine article about gemstone tumbling, and then read it again, and again, and again, until the pages were dog-eared and Adam couldn’t help but notice. So he’d gone online and bought him a little tumbling kit on Ebay, as a surprise, and Michael had been hugely and gratifyingly pleased about it. Now every time they go for a walk, he comes home with his pockets full of bits of quartz and such, and their house is filled with shiny little piles of gems, like some kind of dragon’s hoard.

(‘It reminds me of creating planets,’ he tells Adam once, softly. ‘I used to polish them until they were so beautiful and round.’)

Now, he looks up as Adam comes up behind him, leaning his head back against Adam’s stomach as Adam slides his arms over his shoulders. Adam kisses his ear. ‘Hey, you,’ he says. ‘You got a moment?’

‘Of course,’ Michael says immediately, at attention. ‘What do you need, Adam?’

‘Just you,’ Adam says, and gives his shoulders a little squeeze before pulling out the chair next to Michael’s and sitting down, swivelling towards him. Michael puts down the rock he’d been inspecting and turns to face him, the full force of his attention directed onto Adam’s face.

‘Okay,’ Adam says, and reaches out to take Michael’s hands in his own, squeezing. ‘I need to talk to you about something, Michael – oh, no, don’t look at me like that,’ he breaks off, running a comforting thumb over Michael’s knuckles. ‘It’s nothing bad.’

Michael nods, still looking rather worried.

Adam decides to get it over with. ‘Look, I’ve noticed that there’s something bothering you,’ he says gently. ‘Something that you want, that you’re not telling me. I can feel it in your grace – like last night, when we were falling asleep, and when I made cookies, and other times, too.’ He squeezes Michael’s hands again, reassuring. ‘Remember – back down there – how we agreed to talk to each other if anything bothered us? This is like that, okay?’

Michael looks stricken. ‘Oh,’ he says in a small voice. ‘Oh. I didn’t – it really isn’t anything worth your time – ’

‘Oh, sweetheart,’ Adam says softly, because he can’t help it, ‘of course it is, it always is – ’

And suddenly, bizarrely, Michael’s grace is going wild, elated, looping and twining, wrapping around his soul with little, soft, shuddering ripples of happiness. He looks as though he’s about one step from breaking down, swaying a little towards Adam with his eyes shiny and his lips a little unsteady.

Okay, what?

‘Okay, what?’ Adam says, and reaches out to touch his face. ‘Michael, what was that? What happened? That was it, wasn’t it?’

Michael swallows, his grace still buzzing with happiness, turning his face into Adam’s touch. ‘You said it again,’ he says, closing his eyes for a moment like he’s basking in Adam’s warmth.

‘Said what?’ Adam says – and, ‘wait, ‘sweetheart’?’ His heart feels like it’s melting. ‘That was all you wanted? For me to call you pet names?’

Michael is going pink now, avoiding his eyes. ‘You must think I’m foolish,’ he mumbles.

‘Of course I don’t,’ Adam says, overwhelmed with sheer fondness. ‘Well, maybe just a little bit, for not just telling me, honestly.’ He knuckles gently at the corner of Michael’s eye, and it actually comes away a little damp. ‘Oh, sweetheart,’ he says, knowing he sounds ridiculously tender, and that pulse of sheer bright happiness ripples through Michael again, through his grace.

‘It was the first thing you said,’ Michael says softly. ‘When you brought me back. My name, Michael, and – and you called me that. And I asked about it, and you kissed me and I was happy, but you never said it again. I,’ he swallows. ‘I don’t know why I. I wanted you to say it.’

‘Okay, you need to come here right now,’ Adam says, and climbs directly into his lap. He brings his hands up to hold Michael’s face, looking down at him. ‘Fuck, I love you,’ he says helplessly, and Michael’s whole face twitches, his hands coming up instinctively to fit at the small of Adam’s back.

‘I love you too,’ he says immediately, honestly. ‘Adam.’

‘Yeah?’

‘I – would like it if you said it again, please.’

‘Yeah, sweetheart, okay,’ Adam murmurs against his lips. ‘I’m never going to stop.’

#midam week #midam #michael/adam #michael spn #adam milligan #my fic #supernatural #my post

[flamingo-writes]

Fluffvember! Pls consider: Zoro getting flustered and blushy when seeing his girlfriend in one of his sweaters

A/N: This....is not exactly what was requested. I got a bit carried away writing this XD.I hope you enjoy it. 

Fluffvember Post

Wordcount: 1K

Warnings: mentions of smut.

Hoodie — Zoro x Reader

(I believe I already used this gif but I’ve written so much Zoro, there arent enogh gifs of him for my imagines jcldkfj)

The thing about cold was how inconvenient it was. Sweaters, hoodies, coats...they weren’t precisely among Zoro’s favourite things to wear.It was harder to move in them, and specially when he tried to train. If he tried training without one whenever the Strawhat pirates were at a winter island, everyone would yell at him, telling him how he was both nuts and was going to catch a cold. Everyone was always nagging on him about his poor life choices. 

However, this time, words cannot express how he felt about sweaters and hoodies when he saw you walk into the kitchen for breakfast. Sure, it was freezing outside, but that didn’t stop you from running to the kitchen with your shorts and a hoodie that fit too loose around your body, covering your shorts, making it look as if you weren’t wearing anything underneath. 

Zoro felt flustered at first. Usually you’d wear his clothes while you were alone either up in the crow’s nest or in either of the girl’s or the guy’s room during the y when they were empty for the most part. Seeing you wear his clothes felt so intimate to him. Adding to the fact that he thought you weren't wearing anything underneath, only made him feel more flustered. His face instantly got too blushed for his taste, specially with everyone around. 

It was just him, though. 

No one in the crew really minded. It was no secret that you guys were dating, and you constantly spent time together alone. It didn’t come as a surprise to anyone, that you wore one of Zoro’s hoodies. Hopping inside the kitchen with your hands in the hoodie’s pouch, you sat next to your boyfriend. 

“Morning!” You sang happily, looking around at both everyone and everything on the kitchen, it was then you noticed how Zoro was looking away with a faded blush painting his tan face “You okay?” 

“Please tell me you’re at least wearing underwear underneath my hoodie” He muttered in a voice so low, you could barely hear. 

“Really?That’s what worries you? Not even a ‘Good morning, babe’ or a ‘You look pretty this morning;? Yes, I am wearing something underneath” 

Zoro quickly grabbed his cup of coffee and took a big sip, wishing it was either sake or beer.  

“You look cute…” Zoro murmured. 

“Nope. Too late now, darling. It doesn’t count” You mocked hitting him gently with your elbow. 

Breakfast went over as usual, the ever comforting noisy calmness in the Thousand Sunny. You ate, you joked, and you laughed loudly as ever. Until everyone was finished and a handful of the crew helped Sanji clean up the breakfast mess. Zoro had disappeared after breakfast while you helped Sanji wash the dishes. 

You went to the crow’s nest, knowing Zoro would be there training. And he was, indeed, training in the hot crow’s nest, despite the dead cold outside. You walked in a comfortably sat on a nest of pillows and covers you’d been slowly gathering to be comfortable whenever either of you wanted to spend time with each other far from everyone else. 

“How is it going?”  You asked cheerfully. 

“Almost done” His voice was husky with tiredness, yet he still lifted weights like a champ. 

You looked at your shirtless boyfriend, his gorgeous tan skin shiny with sweat. There was something so awfully sexy about seeing him like that. And specially when you walked in while he was still training. Watching him lift crazy heavy weights always made your hormones skyrocket instantly.

“Wanna know a secret?” You said in a rather playful voice, a voice Zoro knew all too well and it only meant something good was going to happen afterwards. 

“You lied when you said you were wearing something underneath?” Zoro asked. 

“I wasn’t lying about the underwear. As a matter of fact, I was wearing shorts on top of them, your hoodie is just too big” 

“Then?” Zoro chuckled. “What was it then?” He looked over his shoulder to look at you sitting on the cornered pillow nest. 

His heart beat faster and stronger when he saw you sitting, turning your back at him as you took off his hoodie, leaving your back bear for him to realize you weren’t wearing a bra. As much as he suddenly wished to run his hands up and down your back, he shook his head and continued to count his reps, thinking how the sooner he was done with his routine, the sooner he’d be able to join you in the corner. 

“Put that on” He said, smiling to himself. 

“Excuse you?” You scuffed jokingly. 

“When I said you looked cute, I meant that” He said. 

This time, you were the one who blushed. You silently nodded and put back on his hoodie. 

“Okay, then…” 

“It was... a bit weird for me to see you with my hoodie at breakfast today. I’m not used to see other people see you wear my clothes…” He confessed

“I’m...did that make you uncomfortable? If it did, I’m sorry… I didn’t—” 

“No, it’s okay. I actually enjoyed it…” Zoro said putting down his dumbbell. “It was weird. I felt awkward at first. But to be honest, you look better with that hoodie than I do…” 

“You’re saying I should wear them more often?” 

“Yes. But, you know that seeing you wear my clothes invites me to take them off you, right?” Zoro smirked looking into your eyes, the set of eyes he loved so much.

“It’s a price I’m willing to pay” You said winking at him. 

Zoro sucked at this flirting game, it always ended with him looking away shyly, not being able to keep the intense eye contact. He chuckled softly and stood up from the bench he was sitting on and walked towards the pillow nest, where you were looking at his with a welcoming smile and inviting eyes. 

You lied on the pillow nest as he crawled on top of you. Before anything else happened, he hugged you, burying his face in your neck, and breathing deeply, catching his breath after his training, and breathing in the familiar smell he adored. The smell of your hair, the smell of your skin mixed with his own scent from his hoodie. 

You wrapped your arms around his back, and your legs around his waist, squeezing him gently against you. His eight on you, as you felt the rise and fall of his breathing. 

“I love you, [Name]” He breathed. 

“I love you too” You whispered back at him and kissed his bare shoulder. 

#one piece #one piece zoro #One Piece Fanfiction #one piece imagines #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #zoro #roronoa zoro #Pirate Hunter Zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader

[nightglider124]

RobStar Week 2020: Day 3

So, I actually liked writing this one. I think the reason I be hating on my oneshots so far is I’m in a weird emotional funk this week. Maybe it’s menstrual. Who knows these days. 

ANYWHO. This is set post-tokyo which I do so love because the children would be a lot more comfortable and chill with each other. I’m all for blushy kids but I do like writing them in an established relationship too.

I’m pretty sure I’ve written something with this kinda concept before but oh well XD.

This has yet to be properly proof-read but I’m sure it’s fine for now.

Hope you guys like it!

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Tamaran

A gentle sound of knuckles rapping against her bedroom door is what dragged Starfire’s attention away from what she was doing, comfortably sat in the middle of her round bed with her legs crossed in a pretzel style.

She lifted her head, her long auburn hair cascading over her shoulder like a rouge waterfall. Her emerald orbs sparkled in the dying orange light of day, trickling through her large window, as it reflected off of the ocean below the tower. 

Smiling brightly, Starfire straightened up and set her task aside for the moment, “Yes?”

“It’s me.”

Her face lit up at the voice beyond her door which belonged to none other than Robin. She beamed and threaded her fingers together, “Come in!”

With that, he quietly opened the door and poked his head through the gap. Smiling softly, he traipsed the rest of the way inside her personal space and closed the door behind him. Robin strode closer, tilting his head in curiosity as he drew nearer,

“Hey.” He greeted, stooping down to where she was sitting to bestow a kiss to her cheek, “You’ve been in here for a while. Everything okay?” 

She nodded, making room for him to take a seat on the edge of her bed; an offer which he accepted almost immediately. 

“I am fine. I just wished for some of the ‘quiet time’ after our battle with Plasmus today.” She replied, blowing air between her lips in exhaustion,

Robin chuckled and bobbed his head in agreement, “Yeah… fights with Plasmus… they’re never good.”

“I just wish it was not so… messy every time.” 

He shrugged and winked in her direction, “Guess that’s what happens when you fight a giant jello looking thing.”

Starfire giggled and leaned forward so her chin rested atop of his shoulder, seeking some contact, no matter how small it was, “Are you alright?”

Robin leaned his head against hers, “Mhm. I just wanted to check in on you.” He paused and tilted his chin downward in an attempt to catch her gaze, “Oh… and I wanted to ask if you were maybe up for heading out soon? I thought we could grab dinner in the city?”

“With our friends or…?” She trailed off, teasingly,

He laughed and pretended to consider, “Hmm… as fun as that sounds, I was actually thinking of it being just the two of us for once.”

“Robin, are you asking me on a date?” Starfire asked in a mock tone of shock, as if such a thing was rare and unheard of.

He smirked and murmured against her cheek, “Mm… if you wanna label it… sure. It can be a date. Not sure how relevant it is though since you are my girlfriend.”

She hummed a happy note at that and pulled back, Robin half swiveling his body to watch her as she moved. He grinned at the way her eyes glinted with mischief and joy under the setting sunlight, basking her room in a summer glow. 

“Well, I would love to.” She said, her expression turning dreamlike,

“Good.” He returned, 

Starfire giggled and swung her legs over the side of her bed, getting up and wandering over to her vanity table, placed just beside her window.

She picked up her brush and quietly hummed to herself as she started dragging it through her locks, just to freshen up a little since they were venturing out to the city.

Robin exhaled noisily and flopped back on her bed, lacing his fingers together atop his chest, “So, what’re you in the mood for for dinner?”

“Umm… I am happy with anything.” Starfire answered, her tone nonchalant,

He grinned and turned his head towards her, “You know, it would be great if you would just choose something specific one of these times.”

Starfire smirked at him in the reflection of the mirror, “Robin, between the two of us, you are the more fussy when it is in relation to food. I will simply eat whatever is offered.” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He drawled playfully, causing her to laugh. 

They dipped into a comfortable state of silence for a moment, with Starfire checking her appearance to ensure there was nothing that needed fixing before they left the tower.

“Hey Star?”

“Yes?”

“What’s this?”

Starfire froze and spun around, already aware of what he was referring to since she had accidentally left it in the middle of her bed.

Robin held a purple journal between his fingers and wore a curious look on his face as he gently waved it at her,

“Uh…” She stammered, suddenly feeling embarrassed by it,

He tilted his head and smiled calmly, “I’m assuming a diary?”

She slowly nodded, realizing her cheeks were probably as red as tomatoes. She made her way back to the bed, murmuring, “You are... not going to read it?”

He frowned and his brows knitted together, “Course not. It’s personal to you. I was just wondering, is all.”

Starfire twiddled her fingers before she let her shoulders drop and she let go of the ball of anxiety that had formed in her stomach.

She came and sat beside him, right on the edge of the bed and retrieved it. She held it in her hands for a long moment, contemplating whether or not to share what it actually was with Robin.

He placed a gentle hand on her thigh, followed by Robin inclining his head to look at her, “Star?”

“It is… not really a diary as such… it is a… book of memories.” She admitted, chewing on her lower lip,

“Oh?”

“I… it is truly very silly-” She deflected, waving her hand dismissively,

“You? Silly? Never.” Robin grinned, setting her at ease as best he could. He hoped that she knew he would never think that of something she held so dear and apparently cherished.

Starfire relaxed and smiled back at her boyfriend, before she took a breath and opened up the book to the middle pages.

Scooting closer to him, Starfire smiled shyly as Robin wrapped an arm loosely around her waist and peered over her shoulder at the journal.

“This is a book that I keep with things about Tamaran inside. There are recipes and festivals and memories… amongst many other things…” She told him quietly, allowing him to carefully turn the pages and scan all of her entries.

The paper was thin but well used, with recipe instructions for ‘galseltoff’ and ‘zorkaberry hutsenfal’ amidst others, written in violet cursive across numerous pages.

Festivals of all kinds littered several pages, explaining when they took place and what they paid tribute to. 

Traditions and values of Tamaranean culture were scribbled down in blue ink, with some facts about Tamaraean history circled in the corners of the pages; like little reminders.

There was a page with battle and fighting techniques that were native to Tamaran, along with weapon types and uses. 

When he flipped another page, there was a whole list of Tamaranean words and phrases, with a few of them matched with the English equivalent, which Robin took particular interest in since he had previously mentioned to Starfire that he would like to learn some Tamaranean in the future.

There was one page further into the journal that listed more scientific things such as Tamaran’s moon count, the planet’s axis, the coordinates to get there through the solar system and even what stars could be seen only from Tamaran; ones that could not be spotted from Earth.

He whistled and shook his head in surprise, “Wow. Star, this is… how long have you been writing in this thing?”

“Um… since we returned from Tamaran after Blackfire attempted to force me into marriage…” Starfire answered, nervously twirling a strand of hair around her index finger.

“There’s so much information here… I could probably do a crash course in understanding Tamaran from this alone.” Robin chuckled,

Starfire smiled but tilted her head, “You… do not think it is… silly?”

“Why would I think that?”

The Princess shook her head and shrugged, twisting her fingers self consciously, “Well… I keep this journal to remind myself of Tamaran. I… write memories that I cherish or things that I miss or… things that I might forget.”

Robin frowned and laced his fingers with hers, “Star, that doesn’t make it silly. It’s great that you don’t want to forget where you come from.”

She ducked her head and blushed, giving him a small smile, “I did not want any of you to find it and think that…” She bit her lip as she grappled for the best way to phrase herself, “that I do not love Earth when I am… so at home here.” 

“Of course. We know that.” He paused and eyed her carefully, “Is… everything okay?”

“Yes!” She blurted before she took a breath and her expression faded ever so slightly, “I am… extremely happy here. I just… have been feeling the ‘homesick’ lately and have been missing Tamaran…”

She trailed off and glanced down at her book, wistfully rubbing her thumb over the worn down pages where she had written so much about her home world. She swallowed and Robin couldn’t help but squeeze her hand, in reassurance.

“Star… you can talk to me, you know.” He whispered, using his free hand to brush some of her long tresses behind her ear, a gesture that allowed him to see the unshed tears in his girlfriend’s eyes, “Hey…” 

Starfire closed her eyes briefly to rid herself of the tears and took a deep breath, turning her body towards Robin for a sort of comfort, “I am sorry… I just… become scared that I will… lose contact with Tamaran and start to forget the things that I loved about it.” She paused and shrugged one shoulder, “It has been so long since I travelled to Tamaran and despite enjoying being able to regularly speak with Galfore via transmissions… it is… difficult sometimes.”

“Star…” Robin breathed, his brows knitted together in concern. He moved a hand to her back, gently rubbing in circles to show her some affection to help her talk,

“I worry that… with my life now being on Earth… I will forget Tamaranean traditions and culture and I do not want to.” She took a breath and looked into his face, “I am… the only one of my kind on this whole planet and it saddens me. I do not have people around me that I can talk about Tamaran with and expect them to understand. My culture is strange for humans to understand which is why… I do not bring traditions or things that remind me of Tamaran up around the tower much anymore… it is not your culture so it feels… wrong to push it on you all…” 

Robin blinked in shock and sat back, “Star… we’ve never felt like you shouldn’t share your culture with us. We find it pretty fascinating because it is so different to things on Earth. We don’t understand all of it, that’s true but we’re happy to hear about it because it’s a part of you and we love you. We want you to feel happy and comfortable on Earth, even if that means you’re baking…” He paused and flipped a few pages back, “Yickelnurf Pie… every single night.”

Starfire giggled and smiled serenely at him, thankful that he understood her concerns. She felt her heart flutter as he stared back at her; despite being together for quite a while now, he never failed to reassure her in times of doubt.

“Please don’t ever feel like you have to hide the Tamaranean traits and culture from us, Starfire. I love learning about where you come from and I promise, I will never get tired of hearing things about Tamaran.” He vowed, “And I really hope you’re gonna take me seriously about learning some Tamaranean because… I think it would be pretty cool to be able to speak to each other in your language.” 

“It can be… difficult to learn.” She warned him, looking sheepish,

“I’m always up for a challenge.” He replied, grinning at her so that she knew he was determined,

Slowly, a smile stretched across her face, illuminating all of her beautiful features and giving her that ethereal aura that she so usually had. 

“Thank you, Robin.” She murmured, sighing and resting her forehead against his, feeling more at ease in knowing she at least had him to share her culture with and that was more than enough for her,

“Also… maybe we should take a trip to Tamaran soon… that way you can show us things in person that you tell us about.” Robin whispered, staring at her gorgeously green eyes,

“Truly?” 

“Mhm.”

“I would like that very much.” She mumbled, a warmth spreading across her skin in her growing joy.

Suddenly, there was a quiet rumbling that came directly from her stomach. Her eyes widened and she jerked back, glancing down at herself, “Oh.”

“Hungry?” Robin chuckled, 

“It would seem so.” She replied, bashfully,

Robin slowly got to his feet and pulled her up with him, where he still had their hands joined as one. She stood tall before him and smiled as his hands moved to her waist,

“So… what food on Earth reminds you of Tamaranean food?” Robin asked,

Starfire blinked and tapped her chin in thought, “Mm… I believe the seafood is most like my favourite Tamaranean dishes.”

“Okay… so how about we go to Sakura?” He suggested, 

Her eyes lit up in delight at that, nodding her head enthusiastically, “Oh! Yes. I most enjoy their food. Japanese cuisine is extremely delicious.” 

“It’s the squid or octopus that reminds you of Tamaranean stuff, isn’t it?” 

Starfire giggled, “Yes.”

Robin grinned and softly rubbed the palms of his hands up and down the lengths of her arms, “Did you know, it’s almost been two years since we were in Japan?” 

“It has been that long?” Starfire gasped,

He nodded, “Yup. We’re heading for 2 years together.” 

Starfire lifted a hand to his face, her slender fingers caressing his cheek and she leaned in, pressing her lips to his. A thrill ran through her as his fingers tightened against her hips, desperate to keep her there forever. 

Her free hand found his chest and she fisted the material of his uniform to bring him as close to her as possible. Robin ran his tongue along her bottom lip, teasing and testing to see how far she wanted to take this kiss.

Starfire’s hand slipped from his cheek and slid up his neck, toying with the ebony hair at the nape of his neck.

Soon enough, the red headed alien pulled away, pressing one last quick peck to his mouth before she backed off entirely, her eyes fluttering open to stare at him in a dreamlike manner,

Robin sighed but kept her firmly rooted to the spot, not quite ready to let her disentangle herself from his arms, “Mm… what was that for?” 

“A thank you… for the past… almost 2 years.” Starfire whispered, “As well as every year since I arrived on this planet.” 

“Always, Star.” Robin told her,

She nuzzled his cheek with hers before she stepped out of his affectionate hold completely and simply stood, holding his hand in hers.

“Ready to go?” Robin checked,

“Ready.” Starfire beamed, truly grateful to have met this masked boy when she had first crash landed on Earth and to have the privilege to call him her best friend and boyfriend.

#robstarweek #robstarweek2020 #robstar #teen titans #robin #starfire #fanfiction #oneshot #day 3 #tamaran #queued #nightglider124

[fuckyeahscienceparty]

I need something soft with red/red

before you read this: it's pretty short (around 650 i think) but ridiculously soft. criminally soft. hands down one of the softest things i've ever written

y'all have been warned [|8'7

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Golden Hour

Boyfriends cuddling on their day off and enjoying each others' presence.

And both of them being very gay. Obviously.

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Medic sighed contentedly as he cozied up against Engie's chest again, his boyfriend affectionately stroking his hair as he silently flipped through a book he'd bought the last time they were in town.

It was currently around 6:30 in the afternoon, warm, golden light pouring in through the gaps in Engie's partially closed blinds as the two of them lay in his bed. Normally at this time, Engie would be making periodical repairs to people's weapons and Medic would either be talking to his birds while cramming paperwork he should've done two weeks ago or concocting some new weird experiment, the two of them coming together again only when one of them decided to seek the other out and force them to go to bed.

But today was Saturday and it being Saturday mean that today was one of their two days off.

After dancing around the kitchen while making food and helping the rest of the team with chores in the morning before cramming in front of/on the couch in the rec room with them to watch a movie they'd all been meaning to catch in the early afternoon, the two of them had decided to call it in early, going back to Engie's room to cuddle and ignore everyone else for at least the next few hours.

Neither of them had said much for the most part. It wasn't often they had the luxury of peace like this- not with their gaggle of loud, impulse-driven teammates running through the hall and causing each other trouble.

This time, however, it seemed that everyone had decided to tone it down for the day, neither of them having heard any explosions or loud swearing or cartoon-like crashes for at least the past 30 minutes.

Needless to say: it was pretty damn nice.

Eventually, Medic shifted so that he could look up at Engie, gently pushing his book down so he could give him a kiss. Engie himself just chuckled, marking his page with the receipt he'd gotten when buying the book before closing it and putting it on his bedside table.

"Hey, darling."

"Hallo."

"Did you need somethin'?"

"Mmmm maybe," Medic smiled coyly, giving him another kiss. Engie gladly reciprocated, gently tilting Medic's head upward as he shifted again so that they were closer together.

When they pulled away, Medic could swear he felt his heart skip a beat, silently marveling at his boyfriend as he sat beside him.

The afternoon sunlight produced an almost sort of glowing halo against him, Engie's warm and familiar bicolored eyes gazing back at him like he was the only thing in the world that mattered. Medic was in so much awe that he barely noticed his face getting steadily redder, Engie chuckling softly.

"You alright, starry eyes? You're gettin' a little blushy there," he noted, Medic blinking a few times when he finally realized he was staring.

"You're so pretty," was all that he was able to exhale, Engie looking at him with an amused smile playing at his lips.

"I think I could say the same thing about you, sweetheart," He deflected, carefully pushing Medic's unkempt hair out of his twinkling eyes.

"No, really, you are. You're so pretty, I don't really know what to do with myself," Medic admitted gently, Engie's expression melting. He leaned forward to give Medic a kiss on the cheek, putting both arms around him.

"Stay here with me, then. Tell me that story you were going on about at breakfast this morning about that patient who straight up lost both his feet. The one from the first hospital you worked in," Engie murmured quietly. Medic paused before laying his head back against Engie's chest with the absolute biggest smile on his face and his heart beating so loud he would've been surprised is Engie didn't hear it too.

"Yeah, ok. I think I can do that."

#tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #tf2 science party #medic x engineer #fic #r/r #asks #l-i-n-u-s-k-a #c's writing

[magpiemorality]

okay okay okay, prompt time! loceitality but its ballroom dancing!! and its like,,,,, big empty dance room and deceit and patton are dancing and logan is reading off to the side and they convince him to dance with them and he turns out to be pretty good at waltz and deceit is just a gay disaster and patton just melts askd;adfjkl i love them

I think you may like this :) The song I chose was ‘You Matter To Me’ from Waitress. It doesn’t entirely line up but if you put it on in the background then it does add to the whole thing! 

AO3

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The music floats through the hallways, simple guitar and vocals audible but indistinct. Shoes tap on the hard floor, seeking out the origin of the sound, speeding up but not hurrying as they get closer. They will arrive, as they always do, in plenty of time. It was a hard lesson to learn but learn it they did- even if they were late they would be waited for.

The music swells and lifts the heart and soul of the owner of the footsteps, lightening them imperceptibly as they click-clack along. They reach the room the music is coming from and fall quiet in the doorway. Beyond them another two pairs of shoes are gliding over the floor, softer on the ground but just as sure in their steps, placed confidently and with delirious enjoyment in the perfect spot, beat by beat.

Logan leans in the doorway, crossing his feet at the ankles and putting his hands in his pockets, drinking in the scene with a soft smile that mostly just crinkles his eyes.

Out in the centre of the ballroom, seeming to glow radiantly as they beam at each other and move with an ease borne of the most intimate familiarity and years of learned trust. The way they turn around without discussing; the way Patton steps into a spin without a moment of hesitation; the way Diego dips Patton briefly and their feet match exactly and instinctively through the song; it’s a beautiful work of art and Logan’s heart is fit to burst with pride and love. They’ve been dancing together for years and it shows.

He knows they’ve noticed him when Patton leans in slightly closer to Diego’s ear and then Diego’s eyes flick up briefly towards him. They whirl into a complicated move that ends with the two of them stood side by side, taking identical bows with their hands still entwined, and his smile spreads into a helpless grin, applauding and pushing off the door frame to join them.

“Hello sunbeam,” Logan murmurs as Patton bounces over to meet him, catching his curly-haired partner by the waist and sticking his cheek out for a kiss while they walk to meet Diego in the middle and Patton chirps happily about how delighted he is Logan decided to stop by on his way home. Logan looks over at Diego while Patton clings to his side, and their other partner is watching with a similar smile to the one Logan had just been watching them with. He waits, pushing his sleeves up and his hair back, pushing his bangs back into their bobby pins and stepping forwards to bring his arms down around Logan’s shoulders and press their foreheads together when the other two reach him.

“Didn’t think we’d see you until later,” Diego murmurs, and Logan smiles, tugging him in closer by the waist and tipping his chin up into a slow kiss. Patton huffs dramatically, tapping Logan on the shoulder until he, too, gets a sweet kiss.

“Thought I’d stop by and see what all the fuss was about,” Logan tells them, snorting softly as Patton burrows into his arms and forces Diego to step back somewhat, stealing the prime position. Diego rolls his eyes fondly and starts towards the stereo system to turn the music off, but Logan reaches a hand out to catch him by the arm. “Leave that on. I’d love to see the whole thing, if you’d be amenable?”

Patton lifts his head from Logan’s shoulder to look at Diego, and they nod at each other. “Don’t see why not,” Patton says, pecking Logan on the cheek again. “You can stay right here, berry, get the up close view. Don’t worry about getting in the way.”

Logan does as he’s told, and Diego resets the music, hurrying back to the centre to catch Patton up in a perfect hold while the music starts around them. They look beautiful together, they always have, both with the proper upright posture and proud lifted chins of professional dancers. Diego is the taller of the two, of a height with Logan himself, but Patton isn’t far behind, and they both have these gorgeous long dancer’s legs that never fail to make Logan’s knees weak.

He loves the way they flow through movements like they’re lighter than air, extensions creating artful lines with their bodies, making everything look unbelievably easy.

Logan actually knows for a fact that it’s not, and it’s sort of an odd secret that he may or may not have a fair amount of dance experience himself. Not to the level of his partners, by any means, but one day he hopes to surprise and show them that he could do a turn or two around a dance floor without embarrassing himself. Maybe in a room decorated with white, while they’re all in their best suits, and people are cheering and filming from all around, tears and smiles and happiness permeating the air… But that’s just a faint dream that it’s still a little too early to truly consider yet. For now he’s happy to just enjoy watching the two of them dance for him instead.

And boy, do they dance. They seem to be putting on more of a show now than before, Patton’s practice skirt flowing ethereally through the air with their momentum, highlighting each movement and drawing the eye. Logan sighs and turns as they dance a wide circle around him, body swaying with the lure of the sweet music.  

It’s Patton that notices once again, and this time when they move near to him Diego spins Patton out away from him and just… lets go of him? He ends up stood in front of Logan with his arms up hopefully, and who is Logan to deny that request?

He laughs softly, warning Patton under his breath that he, “won’t be much compared to Dee,” but Patton just shrugs and pulls him along. They do a few simple waltz steps, moving around on the spot and beaming at each other as Logan concentrates and gets used to the rhythm. And then Diego, hair already escaping back out of its pins to tickle over his face, cuts in and steals Logan away.

Now Logan might not have much practice being the follower in the couple, but Diego is a scarily good and competent lead, and he somehow guides Logan into more and more complicated moves with just a nudge here or a twitch there, or a soft murmur of warning, until they’re dancing, really dancing, around the big space and Patton is clasping his hands by his mouth and Diego’s eyes are wide with surprise at what they’re managing to do. Sure it’s not the sort of choreography that wins competitions, but it’s far better than any of them expected.

The music comes to an end and Logan quickly warns Diego before turning the tables and dropping him in a confident dip, and in the following stillness every breath and noise seems to hang for a moment. And then Patton bursts into applause and Logan flushes red, pulling Dee back up and looking over at their partner with a bashful grin. Diego is staring at him in awe, mouth dropped, held him firmly against his body, and Logan clears his throat gently.

“Um, surprise?” He chuckles, making a swiftly muffled noise of surprise as Diego jumps forwards and kisses him hard, digging his hands into Logan’s hair and the back of his work shirt. Patton whistles at them from the side, wandering over to turn the stereo off and change his shoes, perfectly happy to watch his two boyfriends make out in the ballroom.

At least until he’s nearly ready to go. He calls out to them, laughing brightly at the way they surface with equally love-drunk and blushy expressions, clearing their throats and moving back to straighten (hah as if) themselves back out so they can join him.

They head home, back to the apartment that Logan is getting ready to officially move into in a couple of weeks, where Logan will cook them dinner and they’ll sit together at the tiny kitchen table and talk and talk, sharing their lives the way they’d all quite like to do for the rest of their lives. 

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The Outlaws x Reader x Deadpool - “Team Red” [Part 14]

A/N: Oh my goood, this is the last part! T-T I hope you all liked this series as much as I did! I had a lot of fun writing it!

Warning: a little nudity, drinking, grumpy Wade and jealous Jason.

“One more shot!” Roy cheered as a shirtless Wade poured alcohol in Jason’s glass again.

“Come on, baby!” She encouraged, rubbing his arm in encouragement as he shook his head, feeling his cheeks flush a little .

“Here goes nothing,” he bit his lip, pushing the glass to his lips and downing the licking. Jason gritted his teeth, feeling it burn the back of his throat, “mmh, good shit!”

“Roy, it’s your turn, (Y/N) and I did, go before it’s too late!” Jason placed another glass in front of the ginger.

“Let’s get it on!!”

Turns out the whole who-gets-drunk-first-competition wasn’t a good idea, Roy was somehow sprawled over the glass table in front of the Are you still watching? Netflix menu, snoring softly, Wade was snoozing against the foot of the couch, head leaning back against the couch pillow.

Jason and (Y/N) were a bundle of limbs snuggling into each other like a drunken couple.

“Someone turn those stupid lights off,” Wade grumbled lazily, placing his arm over his eyes.

“Mmh,” the girl shuffled slowly, she frowned deeply before taking agonisingly long to open and adjust herself to the light.

“That’s the sun, dumbass,” she grumbled, before snuggling more into Jason’s chest and closing her eyes again.

“What time is it, Jay?” (Y/N) sensed he woke. Lazily, Jason extended an arm to the glass table, swatting Roy’s bicep away, eyes still closed and turning on his phone.

“Wade, what time is it?” He murmured in the girl’s hair.

“Turn it around,” The merc instructed. Jason did as he was told but accidentally dropped the phone out of his fingers.

“Whoops,”

“AH FUCK!” He yelled, holding his crotch after the device fell right on his baby maker (lmaoo omg). Jason and (Y/N) cringed lightly as the girl chuckled in his chest.

“So, uh, Wade, what time is it?” The Wayne asked again.

“11: 25, asshole,” The mutant groaned in pain.

“At least you’re awake now,” The girl snorted finally awakened by her teammate’s friend. Sitting up slowly, she held her head in pain.

“Aah, was yesterday really a good idea?”

“At least we didn’t have drunken sex, I wanna remember how it feels to have sex with you,” Jason smirked smugly, eyes still shut. Her head snapped in his direction before slapping his thigh hard.

“Ah!”

“Since Wade wants to show everyone his new looks, how about we go out this afternoon, say, to the beach?” she proposed.  

“We’re a bit hangover over here,” Roy grunted, finally wake up.

“But fresh air will do us some good, come on guys,” She ushered, slowly standing up, “besides, it could be a little vacation for us.”

*****

“Wow, so beautiful! Don’t you miss a sight like this Jason?” (Y/N) pulled his arm hurriedly.

“I’m here, I’m here,” he grumbled, “how about just here, it’s fine!” the man pointed to a nice area with a few people a comfortable distance away.

“Alright, fine you lazy oaf,” she grinned, helping him lay out the towels and the beach umbrella, “perfect,”

They both laid down on the towels, sighing in content. Jason readjusted his sunglasses before glancing over at the girl who was putting sunscreen on her legs and arms.

“You like what you see?” she sensed his eyes on her.

“Always,” he admitted.

“Can you help me?” Her hand extended the bottle to him as her back faced him.

“Sure.” The raven haired man sat up and put cream on his palm.

“YOU HAVE BEEN GRACED WITH OUR PRESENCE!” Roy cheered as he ran in the sun, dropping his things beside his teammates and rushing into the water.

“My god, it’s like he’s never had a hangover in the first place,” Jason shook his head as his eyes peeled towards Wade who had the same intention but was walking a lot slower. His shoulders were crouched over and he dragged his feet in the sand with a gloomy look.

“He looks like a hangover is the only thing he has,” (Y/N) teased, humming as he massaged her back.

“This is nice isn’t it?” The (H/C) haired inquired after thanking him and staring at him as he did the same to his body.

“Yeah, I guess,” he nodded, not wanting to meet her I-told-you-so expression.

They sat there, talking about everything and anything, occasionally hearing loud splashes below them as Roy soaked Wade like a little child as the latter just stood there unimpressed. So grumpy when he’s tired and hangover.

“Wanna go for ice cream?” The beautiful girl suggested.

“Yep!” He nodded eagerly, standing up after her, “guys, keep an eye on our stuff,” was his order before he scurried to her side. As the girl scanned over the flavours, Jason turned around, waiting in the queue. Suddenly, he frowned.

Why does that car look so familiar?

“Jason!”

“Yes, sorry, I’ll take a scoop of cookie dough and a scoop of chocolate,”

“What was with that look on your face before?” The girl questioned as they walked back to the beach.

“Nothing, just a thought,” he dismissed, licking his ice cream.

“Oh my god, Jason?” A voice called out as they sat on Wade and Roy’s chairs to finish their ice cream.

“Huh?” The man in question gazed up in confusion before his eyes widened.

“Dick??” The girl beamed widely.

“Oh no,” Jason shook his head.

“Wow! You look hot in swimming shorts,” her eyes trailed over his abs before setting on his grin.

“You look beautiful as always,” Dick flirted back. Two other heads popped up by his side.

“Who’s she?” The youngest grimaced as the second youngest raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Way out of your league for sure,”  The first robin chuckled.

“Okay, this is an absolute no!” Jason shot off his seat, scooping the girl in his arms and making her drop her ice cream in the process, “Roy, Wade, pack up, we’re leaving!”

“My ice cream,” the girl sobbed.

“What? But we just got here!!” Roy frowned.

“Well fine, we’re leaving then!” Jason turned around, “Sayonara!” he snapped before rushing off.

“No wait, we’re coming!” the ginger raced towards their things.

“Why is he in a rush?” Tim asked.

“What the hell was that,” The girl slapped Jason’s arm once he let her go behind the ice cream shop, “I was having a good time and you made me drop my ice cream!” (Y/N) looked like everything had been taken away for her.

“I’ll buy you another ice cream,” The Wayne’s arms slid around her waist as he slowly backed her against the wall.

“What are you doing?” she shook her head in confusion.

“Claiming you,” he grunted before kissing her hungrily. The girl hummed, sliding her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“What was that for?” she asked, trying to catch her breath after that electrifying kiss, “wait, were you jealous?”

“N-no,” he blushed.

“Oh, baby, you were,” she cooed, cupping his cheek.

“I said I wasn’t,” the man denied again.

“Uh huh, well,” it was her turn to blush, “I’m yours, I-I mean, I’m only yours,” her nose touched his as her eyes stared intently at his.

“You mean l-like-”

“Yes!”

“Should I-”

“Don’t make it too cheesy for me,” the girl teased, “my cute blushy boyfriend.”

“S-stop!”

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The Gooper Adventures ~ Day 2 ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

PART 2 OF THIS LIL SERIES! With Gooper now being established as Iplier's assistant for the week, it's time for patient number one! LET'S DO IT!

Dr Iplier was on his third coffee of the day, and was particularly enjoying it since he was being treated to a little show whilst drinking it. To elaborate, the doctor was observing a dramatic battle between the bravest squish to ever squoosh and the deformed snake of coldness. Gooper was fighting with his stethoscope on his desk and was having the absolute time of his life. Gooper was loving his temporary little home already, and Iplier's regular patients had all taken a shine to him and had all been made to feel relaxed and happier amidst their appointments with him. Now though, it was time for a more special appointment. The door to Iplier's office opened, and the doctor set his coffee down with a smile when he saw his boyfriend entering the room. The Host.

'Hey you.'

The doctor smiled happily, and the little slime ball paused in his battle to focus on the new person. Gooper could tell that he was an Iplier person too because the shapes of his features were very similar to doc-tor Iplier's. Gooper mewled to himself when he saw the man weakly smile and go to the doc-tor.

'H-Hey love...'

Iplier furrowed his brows at the lacklustre in the Host's voice, and then went into full on protective mode when he realised his Host's hands were shaking....along with the rest of him.

'Hey....hey hey hey, what happened my sweet? Here, sit down I'm here I'm right here.'

Iplier took the Host's twitching hands in his own as he led him to the small couch in the room and sat him down in it, and soon Gooper observed the new Iplier shivering and letting out sniffing noises as the doc-tor embraced him. Gooper didn't like hearing those sniffing noses from the new Iplier, because it meant that he was sad, and even though he hadn't properly met him yet....he didn't want him to be sad. The truth was, the Host was once again stressed about writer's block, his creative output, and publishers messing him about; they were basically the usual things except just all happening at the same time.

'I-I-I just d-don't un-...why d-does it a-a-all have t-to...h-happen a-all n-now?'

The Host expressed shakily as he tried to focus on his boyfriend's warm hold and soothing words. The doctor kept leaving the gentlest kisses at his jawline and rubbing his back, rocking the man subtly so that the additional constancy of a rhythm could help him focus too. Iplier whispered.

'I know love I know, I know when everything piles on at once it can be the worst thing in the world, but we'll fix it together okay? We'll get a nice to-do list on the go tonight, yeah? We'll get it all out in braille and we'll get organised, yeah?'

The Host nodded at the doctor's words, and pretty soon was vastly calmer than he had been previously, so Iplier released him from the hug with a loving smile. He stroked the Host's cheek as he purred.

'But....I think I have just the thing to help make you feel even better in the here and now.'

The Host raised an eyebrow...he knew he could have perceived what his doctor had planned, but feeling the giddy excitement of his doctor was too beautiful to ruin. The Host smiled as Iplier drew away, and the doctor offered his hand to Gooper who had been waiting excitedly to see if he could get to be of any help. He gurgled and hopped on, wiggling excitedly as he was brought to the other man; The Host gasped, immediately smiling softly.

'I-Is that Marvin's creation?'

Iplier nodded as he passed the, eagerly wiggling, creature to the Host who was very delicate when he cupped Gooper in his hands. As the Host ran his fingers over the creature carefully so as to understand his appearance, Gooper was enamoured by the warmth of his hands and set about nuzzling them straight away. Iplier smiled at the absolutely precious scene.

'Yes indeed, isn't he adorable?!'

Before the Host could reply, Gooper let out a gurgle; he knew praise when he heard it because of the change in tone of voice, and boy did Gooper get even happier and nuzzlier from the praise. The Host felt a warmth building in his chest as he pet the creature, nodding with an expression of aghast happiness on his face.

'He's so soft and sweet....he must be protected at all costs.'

Iplier grinned, giggling under his breath at his boyfriend's instant pledge to the little being of perfection; the doctor felt exactly the same of course. Iplier couldn't deny that he was just as besotted with the little thing as the Host was, he was like the most full-proof therapy animal in the entire universe.

'Ahagreed.'

Also, now that the doctor could see that his Host was calm, he set about changing out the dressings over his eyes for fresh ones, as was the purpose of the appointment. Technically the Host could do them himself or wait till Iplier was finished with a shift, but he always liked checking that he was okay at work since the doctor had a habit of prioritising caffeine over food and sitting down; this way they could BOTH make sure that the other was okay. The Host relaxed as the doctor went about his work, and by the time he'd finished, Gooper had slid up to perch on Host's shoulder so he could observe the procedure curiously.

'Ahhh, I look fractionally less grotesque now.'

The Host spoke in a deadpan voice whilst bearing a grin, ahh that good old sarcastic self-deprecation, the Host's piece de resistance. Iplier pursed his lips, before leaning down and kissing Host's while murmuring with loving sternness.

'You could never look grotesque, even if you tried to narrate it.'

The Host's cheeks went pink at the blunt compliment as he spluttered embarrassedly; damned unexpected affection, it got him every damn time. The Host ended up blushing even more though, and not just because of his doctor's satisfied, flirtatious smirk. Gooper had gone through a thought process again: The Iplier's cheeks did the thing where they change colour and get warmer, and that meant that he was getting the happy feelings! Gooper didn't see why the two Ipliers' faces had to touch to make that happen, but if it made happiness happen then Gooper figured that it was a good thing! Either way, upon seeing the blush, Gooper couldn't help but nuzzle it, since he knew it was a good thing. 

'Awww he's happy to see you happy!'

Iplier's mouth was agape as he observed the outburst of affection the little monster was dishing out, coming to the realisation that Gooper had a bigger understanding of a lot of things, like how blushy people were generally happy people, and that made him happy! It was almost too precious to process, particularly for the Host who was flustered into silence; the man didn't receive excesses of affection day to day, so to receive so much just had him in a tizz.

'I-I-I....h-heheh....y-y-....y-yes....I-I s-s-suppose....'

The Host stuttered primarily, but did let out a few soft hums at the nuzzling; the only reason he didn't nuzzle back was because he didn't want to risk knocking little Gooper off his shoulder. The Host was soon going to learn however, that Gooper has a very...very strong grip. The Host hadn't noticed that his blush was creeping down his neck; Gooper however, very much had noticed....and was following it with his nuzzling.

'W-Woahwait-whahat's h-he dohohoing?!'

The Host tittered, since he was a rather....sensitive individual. The doctor meanwhile, was elated, because he had been oh so hopeful that this would happen. Iplier leant against his desk with folded arms, leisurely watching the scene unfold before him.

'Seems like Gooper wants to give you a little treatment of his own.'

Iplier smugly remarked, chuckling as he watched the Host try to scrunch his shoulders....but no movement could hinder the rapidly nuzzling monster. Gooper had reached the crook of the Host's neck now and was having a field day, nestling himself in as much as possible so he could draw out all of the Host's giggles. The Host bore a very nervous smile as he squeaked.

'M-Mahahake hihihim stahahahappihit!'

The Host spoke, ending with a whine which made the doctor laugh amusedly at his darling boyfriend. Then, the doctor smirked and crooned teasingly.

'Oh come now, I think we both know that you not only need this....but very much want this too.'

Iplier was beyond smug as he watched the Host's cheeks light up with colour as he spluttered, consumed by flusteredness at just being called out so evilly! Also, the sight of the Host being caught between a smile and a pout was just absolutely gorgeous to behold. The Host was permitted a little break however, as Gooper made his own observations. The Host Iplier was very, very blushy now, so Gooper had to get all the laughter out of him now too so there was an even balance of strong blushes and strong laughs. To Gooper, this was the peak of logicality. Gooper scooted to the back of the Host's neck and examined his coat collar; he noticed that the Host Iplier wore a coat like a doctor's coat, except a different colour. The little monster was very interested in finding out what sensitive treasures were hidden beneath...so he slipped down.

'I-I-I doho noho-AAAAAEEEEEEEEGETOUTGETOUT!!'

The poor man was about to attempt a comeback, but he'd waited just that little bit too long. Now he was squealing and arching his back sharply as he felt the creature slide down his shirt covered back under his coat. The Host had a ticklish back, and Gooper was now a VERY elated, gurgling bundle of joy as he skated up and down the Host's back.

'NOHOHO STAHAHAP EHEHEHEHEE STAHAHAP!!'

The Host begged as he wriggled and shimmied, stamping his feet on the floor as he twisted his body about trying to reach for the tickly lump under his coat....but Gooper was always juuuust out of reach. Iplier was just observing lovingly, adoring seeing his Host's mad grin come to the surface as his nerves were played with.

'Awwww, is he getting your poor, sensitive wittle back?'

Even with Gooper shimmying up and down his spine, the Host managed the tiniest growl in response to his lover.

'IHIHI'LL GEHET YOHOU FOR THIHIHIS!'

Iplier snorted with a little laugh, letting out a musing hum before purring.

'Uh huh, maybe you should stop laughing your pretty heart out before trying to make tough-guy threats like that.'

The Host ended up wailing through his cackles and head-butting the arm of the couch in despair from all the teasing....and then he started clinging to it since for some reason, Gooper became enamoured by his shoulder blades; poor Host.

'AHAHAH YOHOHOU BAHASTAR-EEE OHOHO COHOME OOOON!!'

As the Host scrunched his shoulders, the ridges beneath his shoulder blades became more pronounced....therefore making them rather inviting for nestling into and rubbing incessantly, which was what Gooper had decided to treat Host to. The Host was in absolute tickly, and moral, turmoil. He couldn't flop onto his back for fear of hurting Gooper, so he was forced to curl up on his front on the little couch as he laughed and screeched into his own hands. This made Gooper VERY happy, because he knew that loud noises meant it was a bad tickle spot, and bad tickle spots make people super duper happy!

'Uh ohhhh, Gooper LOVES playing with baaad tickle spots....'

Gooper seemed to squeal and croon at the doctor's words, which was his way of confirming that they were true. The Host meanwhile just continued to shriek and squeal and whimper as he clawed at the couch, the rubbing tickling technique under his shoulder blades was really effective against him.

'IHIHIHIT TIHICKLES SOHOHO MUHUHUCH!!'

Iplier could have been kind and sympathetic.....could have.

'Awww, Gooper will be so happy to hear that!'

'NOHOHOHHOOOOO!!'

Iplier giggled as he watched the Host writhe, consumed by the mirth and joy that he so richly deserved. However, his body was starting to experience tremors and trembles that Gooper sensed were not entirely controlled; the Host Iplier had been tickled a lot, and now his body was getting weaker. Though Gooper was indeed very happy that he'd tickled the man very well, he knew he needed to recover from all the laughing, so he stopped. Gooper slid down his back and crawled over his side so as to rest on the man's tummy carefully; Gooper crooned with relief when he heard the man catching his breath and calming down.

'Ohoho my....ahahh....holy typewrihiters....'

The Host gasped as he lay on the couch with mouth agape, chest rising and falling as he took in large gulps of much needed air. Iplier, like the loving boyfriend he was, was covering his mouth in an attempt to repress his laughter in the wake of how utterly bedraggled the Host looked right now. He was red faced, gleaming with sweat, and had hair that rivalled the most juvenile of bird's nests.

'Yohou okay lohove?'

....the Host tried to purse his lips in a somewhat displeased fashion....but he was far too happy to even think about feeling displeased; such feelings were pretty damn far from his mind right now. The embarrassed, meek man ended up bowing his head and smiling silently, which Iplier took to mean that yes, he was more than okay. Iplier sat on the remaining space of the couch and helped his Host sit up, but he nearly jumped out of his skin when his Host let out a sudden, surprised yelp.

'EEK!'

Thankfully, it wasn't the start of another onslaught, and both men giggled when Gooper squished himself through the front of the Host's coat, between two buttons, and plopped in his lap with a giddy gurgle.

'Yohou....'

The Host giggled softly, loving how the little monster was just a wiggly ball of squeals and squelches; he was clearly rather happy with himself and the tickling that he managed to provide. The Host smirked and scratched the creature's underbelly, making him squeal adorably.

'....yohou are too puhure for this dumb world....'

The Host giggled and leant against his doctor as Gooper snuggled into his hand, and the Host soon smiled even wider when he felt Iplier's lips kissing along his jawline, and eventually venturing to the corner of his lips. The doctor chuckled softly when the Host purred at him, and soon they were kissing softly; Gooper wasn't the only thing here that was too pure for this world. The two lovebirds had to break their kiss however, when Gooper let out quite the loud squeal. They ended up snorted and giggling into each other's lips before craning their heads down at the little blob. Dr Iplier crooned.

'Whahat doho you want Mr Squealy?'

Iplier watched, and the Host perceived, Gooper suddenly wriggling and bouncing and squealing with happy excitement....and they both blushed deeply. Gooper had gotten so excited because he'd seen their affection. Gooper was still learning about how people gave each other affection, but he'd learned from Schneeple that people who REALLY loved each other touched faces, and this was the first time he'd ever actually seen it lengthily and it was so cute and he was just so happy for them! Gooper had seen them doing at the beginning and it all just now was clicking into place....they had SUPER love for each other! Gooper soon calmed down though since he didn't want to interrupt the happy face touching, and soon the two men resumed their smooching, and Gooper got to fall asleep in the wake of true love in full bloom.

WOOOO HOPE YOU LIKED THIS NEXT PART LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOOOP LUV YOUS XX

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Well in that case surprise me with a 46, maybe prinxiety? (Cause I really enjoyed your True love gave to me fic)

warnings: food mentions, finals week

pairings: prinxiety, background logicality

words: 1,985

notes: thanK YOU, @actually-al​! i guess this is also generic college au, so, get ready for that! also roman is Extra and get ready for my pride and prejudice nerdiness to come through here we GO

“Can I kiss you right now?”

It was the time of year that all college students dreaded, hated, and killed a piece of their soul to complete: finals week. 

It would probably be indicative by looking at their apartment; Logan had claimed the vast majority of the living room floor, notes and study maps and flash cards spread out in a wide abundance that only made sense to him. Patton had hold of the kitchen table and counters, where he’d stress-bake in the midst of cramming down any information he could.  

This left Roman and Virgil to sprawl in their own rooms, or in the hallway, which they had; Roman was blankly reciting a sonnet, over and over and over, as Virgil had on his biggest headphones, attempting to block out everything in the world apart from his stats notes (he hated gen eds, he hated gen eds, he hated gen eds) and his practice worksheets.

And Roman. Admittedly, also Roman. Virgil couldn’t spare any more of his thoughts to Roman this week, he’d already been driven nearly insane. Had it been a week? It felt much longer.

There was a tap on his shoulder, and Virgil moved his headphones off of one ear, looking at Roman in askance.

“Patton’s break timer’s going off,” Roman said. “It’s a long one, so. Kitchen?”

Patton, upon seeing how the various apartment residents could fall into states of general disrepair surrounding academics but especially finals week (Logan, especially) had set up a mandatory break system in the midst of their not-group studying methods. In the distance, he could hear Logan complaining (”I just have to finish this notecard set, Patton, really, I’ll be right there—”) and he sighed, accepting Roman’s hand up, only to stagger when he stood.

Roman, still holding onto his hand, managed to catch him in his arms and grimaced. “Feet asleep?”

“Feet asleep,” Virgil agreed, attempting to stomp the feeling back into his toes, ignoring the sensation of pins and needles, and also trying to ignore Roman.

“None of that,” Roman declared, and abruptly Virgil found himself in Roman’s arms, Roman’s arms bracketing his shoulders and knees, as Virgil clung to Roman’s shoulders in surprise.

“I told you to stop doing that,” Virgil said, flushing desperately as Roman cautiously picked his way around all the papers that would make an environmentalist weep. 

“Mm, and yet,” Roman said, as he swept into the kitchen, “I do not care.”

Virgil sighed, and allowed it, set down into his usual kitchen chair, trying his hardest not to burst into flames. Just in time to see Patton patiently pulling a still-complaining Logan by the hand to the table.

“Roman,” Patton said pleasantly over Logan’s huffing, “please sit on my boyfriend to make sure he doesn’t sneak back to astronomy.”

Logan glowered at Roman. “Don’t you dare.”

“Too late,” Roman chirped, sprawling grandly across Logan’s lap, wrapping his arms around Logan’s neck. Relievingly, this left Virgil to look at Logan, and not at Roman. “I know who runs this household, I’m doing as your boyfriend says.”

Patton smiled, tried to smooth down some of Logan’s tugged-on hair, and swept off to the kitchen.

Logan sighed, and grudgingly moved to support some of Roman’s weight so he could dramatically pose to his heart’s content, even as he was pinning Virgil with a look that said how are you in love with this.

A week ago, Virgil would have shrugged or scoffed. Now, after the whole fiasco, Virgil directed his bashful glance to the table. It was as much a mystery to him as it was to Logan.

“Okay, drink up, everyone, I want those waters done by the time break is over,” Patton declared, setting down four glasses already sweating with condensation. “And each of you are eating a sandwich, too, I know finals are stressful but I’m not letting any of you faint from low blood sugar or dehydration. Peanut butter and jelly or grilled cheeses?”

Patton turned into the most cheerful, mother-henning drill sergeant during finals week. It just so happened that this year, Patton had gotten take all but two of his early, and as such could hyper-fixate on how the rest of them were running themselves ragged in between his stress-baking and studying.

They voted on peanut butter and jelly, and Patton casually forced Virgil to sit back down when he attempted to rise to help him, shoving the glass into his hands when he opened his mouth to protest.

“Hydrate,” he said, serious tone only somewhat offset by the way he ruffled Virgil’s hair. “I’ll be back in a… Jif-fy.”

Logan directed his groan into Roman’s shoulder as Patton giggled his way towards the counter.

Virgil did as Patton said, taking a sip, and surprising himself by how much he started to drink, like he had only noticed how dry his throat was when it was being quenched. Virgil resurfaced, and Roman dug his heels into Virgil’s thighs in a kind of reassuringly bruising way. If it had been over a week ago, Virgil would have shoved him off, or huffed about it. Now… now all Virgil could do was overanalyze what this meant.

Before last week, Virgil could have assumed that Roman was just being a nuisance and left it alone, with a bit of eyerolling. After last week—with the dramatic confession on both side, the agreement from both that they needed time to think, the way Virgil’s mind was sent constantly spinning any time he laid eyes on Roman, ever since that day—now he could only wonder if Roman using him as a human footrest was a sign of affection, or if the pressure was meant to make Virgil move.

After a few minutes of silence, Patton swept back to the table with a plate teeming with sandwiches, tipping Roman out of Logan’s lap only to take his place there instead. Logan looked unusually blushy as Patton began to eat his sandwich with one hand and smooth Logan’s hair back down with the other.

Roman, meanwhile, did not budge his feet from Virgil’s lap, even as he was working to inhale three sandwiches at once. Patton kept on nudging sandwiches closer and closer to Virgil in a way that he probably thought was subtle, as he had kicked up a Feeding Virgil Campaign after he realized Virgil was perpetually underweight.

After everyone had eaten at least one sandwich, Patton brought over a tray of some of his stress-baked brownies, and then proceeded to sit on Logan as he tried to stealthily flip through a Quizlet notecard set on his phone.

“No,” Patton said firmly, setting Logan’s phone out of his reach.

“But—”

“No.”

Logan sulked.

Roman kicked Virgil, a little, and said, “After break, will you run lines with me, real quick?”

“Yeah, all right,” Virgil said, reaching for his second brownie, acting like he was completely casual about this. “It’ll get me out of looking at standard deviations.”

The timer went off, and Patton kissed Logan on the cheek before allowing him to dive headfirst back into his papers. Roman and Virgil wandered back to their hallway, and Virgil squinted at the lines Roman dropped into his hands.

“You didn’t tell me you were doing Pride and Prejudice.”

“It’s more of a personal project,” Roman said, twisting his hands together. “Would you read Lizzie?”

“Yeah, sure,” Virgil said, and then squinted suspiciously at Roman. “What, no jokes about me being Darcy?”

Roman nodded pointedly to the script, tapping at where there was a little sticker flag noting where to begin. 

Virgil sighed, and looked at the page, and then blinked. “But this is—”

“Virgil,” Roman said, voice soft, and Virgil swallowed, before he spoke.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Virgil read, voice soft.

“Nor I,” Roman recited, voice slightly deeper, the way it always did when he was enunciating carefully. “My aunt…”

Virgil allowed himself a small smile, recalling this moment in the movie, his comfort movie, the one he’d put on whenever he was feeling sad. The one only Roman knew he loved. “Yes, she was here.”

“How can I ever make amends for such behavior?” Roman breathed, raspy and soft, and Virgil swallowed, directing his eyes to the lines. He couldn’t discern what that look from Roman meant, if it was acting or reality, and Virgil—Virgil was starting to hope.

But he couldn’t. So he stared at the paper instead. As if he needed lines for this movie.

“After what you’ve done for Lydia and, I suspect, for Jane, it is I who should be making amends.” Virgil read flatly, with none of the tenderness this line implied. Despite just having hydrated, Virgil’s mouth was very dry.

“You must know. Surely you must know it was all for you.” Roman murmured, and very suddenly his fingers were gently, gently brushing across Virgil’s knuckles from where he was gripping the paper hard enough to wrinkle it. 

“You are too generous to trifle with me.”

Roman’s fingers carefully, softly, entwined with Virgil’s, holding Virgil’s hand with both of his. 

“I believe you spoke with my aunt last night and it has taught me to hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself before,” Roman murmured, and Virgil was still staring at how Roman had his hand all wrapped up in both of his, how warm and dry Roman’s hands were, how so soft and gentle he was, like Virgil would startle and run if Roman raised his voice. Which wasn’t that far off of an assumption, really. 

“If your feelings are still what they were last week, tell me so at once.” 

“Roman,” Virgil tried to say at last, finally looking up, and he nearly did startle when he saw the way Roman’s eyes were fixed on him, so soft and so honest that it stole whatever words Virgil was about to say right out of his mouth. 

“My affections and wishes have not changed,” Roman said, voice soft and urgent all at the same time. “But one word from you will silence me forever. lf, however, your feelings have changed…” 

They haven’t, Virgil wanted to say, I still want you, I still—

“I would have to tell you,” Roman whispered, and Virgil felt the absurd urge to laugh, thinking about the movie, that ridiculously romantic misty moor, and where he and Roman were, sitting amongst strewn study guides and Virgil was pretty sure he still had peanut butter on his face, but here Roman was, dramatic and romantic as ever. 

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love…” Still looking Virgil in the eye, pressing a kiss to Virgil’s knuckles, soft and gentle.

“I love…” He breathed, and opened Virgil’s hand, kissing his palm, before folding it all back up again, a hand reaching to cup Virgil’s face.

“I love you,” He said earnest, staring into Virgil’s eyes. “And I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

“Well, then.” Virgil croaked out at last, staring at Roman still, unable to tear his gaze away, and Roman smiled.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, and at last, Virgil nodded.

Roman’s hands were cupping his face, and slow, careful, Roman’s lips pressed against Virgil’s. Virgil almost couldn’t breathe, with how tender and soft he was. When Roman’s tongue brushed against Virgil’s bottom lip, Virgil couldn’t help but gasp a little. Is this happening? Virgil wanted to ask, but he didn’t want to deal with the reality where it wasn’t. He wanted this one.

What felt like both too long and too short, at last, they broke apart, pressing their foreheads together, breathing in each other’s space, Roman’s hands still cupping Virgil’s face, and Virgil’s heart fluttering ridiculously happy in his chest as his hands rested on the back of Roman’s neck, tentative and uncertain.

“Your hands are cold.” Roman said, and Virgil could hear the smile in his voice. Virgil couldn’t help but laugh, giddy and bright.

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Boyfriend!Taeyong

Who: Taeyong

Word Count: 2324 Words

Warning: None really.

Request: Yes. “Can you do a boyfriend!au with Taeyong like you did with others from NCT please? Thanks in advance 😁 “ @kalmamila

Taeyong would probably not ask you out.

Like tbh, he’d be too shy.

Like people think how is he on stage is how he is irl but that’s wrong.

You would probably be all the guys friends, and you have a group chat together, and Taeyong is always like I don’t want to ask them out because what if it ruins our friendship.

The only reason he went out with you was because some of the other guys played him.

Yuta probably planned this with the help of Haechan and some other Dreamies.

Yuta asked everyone to a movie in the group chat, but then quickly texted to a group chat that was everyone but you and Taeyong, and was like “Everyone say yes, but then don’t show up on the night of the movie and come up with some excuse as to why”.

Then boom you and Taeyong end up on a date together.

As you and him waited at the theater for the other like seventeen and all of them just happened to message you saying they couldn’t come for some reason or the other.

You and Taeyong were the only two there and were like well we came all this way, we might as well go ahead and watch.

It’s lowkey a date.

You two have a lot of fun, watching a movie together, then going to a cafe after, and finally Taeyong walking you home. 

The next day you start talking about how you two should do it again, since you really enjoyed yourself. 

Three or four dates later, you finally actually labeled it as a date.

Yuta probably bragged to Taeyong he has him to thank, since it was Yuta’s plan to have no one else show up at the movie. 

Taeyong would be mad for a good hour then realize had Yuta and Haechan not done that, he wouldn’t have asked you out.

You would have gone out on five or six dates before Taeyong would finally kiss you, yet, you sorta consider those first three like hangouts not really dates.

He’d be super respectful, like he wouldn’t kiss you first.

You’d probably catch him staring at your lips, he wanting to kiss you, but not doing it.

Then you’d kiss him and then he’d respond by kissing you again right after.

You’d probably end up sorta making out on the doorstep of NCT’s dorm, since you had planned to hang out with the others after your date since they weren’t promoting or anything, and you end up having a good 10 or 11 boys watching you from an upper room’s window and probably disrupting your kiss since one will try to call the others but speak a bit too loud and you’ll hear.

When you two enter the dorms, the other guys will probably pick on you both a lot.

But really they’ll pick on Taeyong a lot more.

Taeyong probably threatens to ground someone at least once.

At least one person ends up getting their phone taken by him, probably a Dreamie or Yuta.

Yuta probably jokes that you two shouldn’t sit next to each other since what happened outside might happen again.

You two become like official after the seventh or eighth date. 

All the thoughts Taeyong had about dating ruining your friendship and stuff, was wrong.

He probably doesn’t bring you to the dorm that often, just because he’d rather the guys know the bare minimum about you.

The first part of your relationship is gonna be awkward.

Like no way around it, no matter how close you to are, still gonna be awkward.

You’ll be dating a good five or six months before that awkwardness starts to fade.

Taeyong is honestly gonna be the best boyfriend.

Like best one ever, lets be real.

He will need constant validation through the relationship, just reassure him that you love him and it’ll be fine.

He gives you a lot of back hugs.

But he’s on the receiving end of more back hugs.

He loves holding you in his arms.

But he also loves it when you wrap your arms around him and hold him.

You’ll just be laying on the sofa and suddenly you have a person’s head laying in your lap, and it’s Taeyong.

He’ll love it if you run your hand through his hair.

Like you playing with his hair, he considers that a quality bonding activity.

He’d probably fall asleep while you did it and you could do something like put his hair into little ponytails and he wouldn’t care one bit.

He’d also love playing with your hair if you laid in his lap.

He’d try to braid but probably just tangle your hair, and then say his sister never taught him how to braid and so you shouldn’t have expected him to be able to know how.

But if you wanted him to braid your hair, he’d probably learn for you.

If you need anyone to straighten the back of your hair, he can do that.

If you need someone to curl the back of your hair, he can’t do that, he’d probably burn himself so don’t ask him. 

He’d also brush your hair if you asked him.

He’d probably be like “Um why.” really confused, but then five seconds later he’d probably be like this is why, realizing how soothing it is just playing with your hair.

He’s the type to murmur “I love you” between kisses.

The best kisser, but he doesn’t realize it.

He probably thinks that someone else would be a better boyfriend than him, but you are just like stop, no, you are the best.

He’ll get hella embarrassed when you tell him that, and he’ll just bury his face in your neck.

When he buries his face in your neck, usually he’ll start kissing it.

He’ll accidentally cover your neck in hickeys, then get really embarrassed that he just did that.

He would apologize to you and you are just like, “We are dating, you don’t need to apologize.”

But he’ll still apologize for every hickey he gives you, until you are just like fine, start putting them in places others can’t see. 

He’ll get embarrassed at that, probably turn a shade of red you’ve never seen on human skin before.

If you give him any hickeys, he’ll probably be like stop for a quick moment, then five seconds later he’s given in and moaning as you suck on his neck.

He lowkey loves marking you, but only where others can’t see, but this wouldn’t happen until you’ve been together a while. 

Like you’re dating two years before he finally gets comfortable with marking you, and you’ll be getting hickeys all over your torso and chest. 

Gets to this point you gotta be like “Taeyong, stop.” 

He won’t admit it, but he highkey gets this surge of manly pride while brushing his fingers over the purple marks.

He might not want the rest of NCT to know much about your relationship, but he wants all people to know you are taken.

He goes into protect mode if anyone flirts with you, like you are his, no one should be flirting with you.

His kisses are the best, like wow you can tell he’s a rapper.

You probably joke about rappers are the best with their tongues at least once, and Taeyong turns a shade of red you’ve never seen. 

He will tell you “I love you” at least 4 times a day.

He says if you don’t get 4 daily reminders he has failed as a boyfriend.

But you are really like no you haven’t, but he still thinks he has.

If he knows he is gonna be busy, he will literally text you all 4 times before work.

If he is touring or in another country, he will make you send him daily selfies.

Like he’ll claim that not seeing your face every day will kill him.

He probably has a snapchat that he made just for the days he can’t be around you.

He loves cuddling you.

He goes between being the big spoon and little spoon depending on his mood.

If he’s being clingy af then prepare for him to be the big spoon.

But if he’s been having a rough day or is sick, prepare for him to be the little spoon.

If you get sick, Taeyong is up in there with all his home remedies trying to make you better.

If he’s sick, he’s saying for you not to bother since he can care for himself.

But he lowkey wants you to take care of him.

He lowkey loves it when you take care of him, despite him saying you don’t need to.

Like let him lay on your chest or lap and run your fingers through his hair and he’ll be out in minutes.

Softly sing to him, even if you can’t sing, and he’ll praise you to the heavens.

He’s all about that praise also.

If you praise him he’ll get all blushy and then want to be better.

He’ll constantly praise you too.

Like you looking good, get ready for him the praise how nice you look in that outfit.

You did your makeup real nice, get ready for him to praise you.

You cook dinner, get ready for that praise of how good a cook you are.

You do anything, get ready for some praise more than likely.

He lowkey loves it when you praise his dancing.

Like quickest way to make him happy or boost his ego, compliment his dancing.

Like even if his favorite artist tells him his dancing is good, if you say his dancing is good, your compliment is worth more to him.

He goes to you for your approval for everything.

Like he’s written a new song or rap, he’s asking you for your opinion.

He cooked something, he’s asking your opinion.

You are honestly his little helper in the kitchen.

He’ll cook whatever you ask him to.

Being his helper, just pretty much means you sit on the counter and taste test everything since he doesn’t let you actually cook or anything.

Probably says his princess doesn’t need to worry herself about cutting and cooking since he can do that all.

You just taste test everything and occasional give him kisses, since he claims your kisses give him energy to finish cooking dinner.

You probably end up completely making out in the kitchen once and dinner burns.

Probably more than once, like tbh.

But Taeyong always treats you to take out when that happens, since he doesn’t want his princess to have to wait another two hours for him to completely restart dinner.

He loves taking photos of you.

Has a whole folder of candids of you.

If you ask him to take photos of you, he’s turned into a photographer and is probably complimenting you for an hour straight. 

Probably has 23 heart emojis by your name in his phone.

Calls you babe or princess instead of your name.

More than likely princess because you are a princess to him.

But he gets flustered if you call him babe.

They exposed him as having the worst alcohol tolerance, so give this boy a little alcohol and he’s wasted.

He probably gets wasted after drinking a bottle of soju and goes online and buys you a ton of stuff.

He probably buys something like a bdsm choker and doesn’t realize it until it comes in but he’s already given you the box and you’ve found it.

You’d probably just be like “Wow didn’t know you were into this.” 

He’d go in defense mode so fast explaining he was drunk, and you just laugh since you know he was because the date on the packing slip was that night he got wasted from one bottle of soju.

You’d probably make a joke about how much of a lightweight he is before assuring him it’s fine, and he should stop worrying since this wasn’t gonna make you break up with him or anything.

He also probably orders you some fancy dress you don’t need, but drunk him thought you’d look good in it, and sober him agrees because you look so hella good in it.

The dress leads to an impromptu photoshoot and he’s forgotten all about that other thing he accidentally bought. 

If you invite him over and your room or apartment or something is messy, he’ll clean it.

Like compulsively he’ll clean everything.

When he’s stressed he’ll probably just come over and like clean your kitchen or something.

You never have to worry about cleaning since he’ll do it.

You try to help sometimes but he’s just like “No, no, no, baby, just sit there and watch, I’ll do this all.” 

He lowkey won’t let you help since he things you’ll mess up something.

Like he probably worries you’ll use like vinegar on the marble countertops, which is something you shouldn’t do, so he’s just like “No no baby you don’t need to help.”

He sucks at keeping secrets, like nothing is a surprise with him.

The only way he can keep secrets from you, is if he doesn’t know it himself.

He also spoils all the surprises.

He probably also spoils comebacks to you, but you promise to not tell, so he doesn’t freak out about it that much now.

You know their comeback song and dance, because Taeyong sucks at secrets.

He’ll love sleeping with you in his arms.

The only way he’ll sleep is holding you or a pillow.

Like if you gotta go something, you gotta put a pillow or something in his arms of he’ll wake up because his arms are not holding you.

He’ll probably softly sing to you when you both try to go to sleep, because he knows his voice soothes you.

He’d honestly just be the sweetest and softest boyfriend.

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Klancemas Prompt 2: Lights

I’ll admit, I kind of wanted an excuse to write some Klance Christmas fluff, as well as an excuse to write a continuation in the ‘Break My Fall’ au, so when I saw the Klancemas Week prompts, it seemed like a fun way to do both (we’ll see how many prompts I can accomplish).

Reading ‘Break My Fall’ is probably not required (background for the prompts: its established relationship Klance in a modern setting at this point in the timeline) but here’s the link  if you’d like to read that first.

“This one?”

“Nope.”

“Over here?”

“Too tall. You wouldn’t be able to help me decorate the top branches.”

Keith rolled his eyes, but couldn’t keep up a glare when one of Lance’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him in close.  

They’d almost made it to the cabin when Lance had spotted the tree lot and begged Keith to pull the car over. Keith didn’t really think they needed a live tree, especially since they’d only be staying at the cabin for a few days. But then Lance had called him a heathen and he’d laughed but parked the car.

Now he watched as Lance surveyed each tree, particularly fascinated with Lance’s process. Keith and Shiro had grown up with a fake tree every year, so he had no experience in choosing a real tree, and he had no idea what specific qualities his boyfriend was looking for. Each tree they passed looked…the same to Keith?

When Lance stopped to examine yet another tree option, Keith reached over and tightened Lance’s scarf for him. It was definitely colder up in the mountains than it had been back on their campus, and while Lance was pretty cute with rosy cheeks and a red nose, he didn’t want Lance to freeze. Plus, his boyfriend had a tendency to sneak ice cold fingers up Keith’s shirt to help warm himself up…

“Keith! This one!” Lance finally declared and Keith tilted his head in confusion as he eyed Lance’s choice. It was a pretty green and from what Keith could see, had full branches. But it also barely came up to Keith’s waist.

“Is this like a Charlie Brown tree thing?” Keith asked. “Picking out the tree no one else is going to choose?”

“Shhh! The tree will hear you!”

Lance lifted the tree by its small stand and carried it off towards the register, all while speaking sweetly to it, to make up for Keith’s transgression. And Keith could only smile at the sight, because for the next few days at least, that boy was all his.

When they reached the cabin, Keith pulled the tree from the backseat of his jeep, while admitting only to himself that the small size certainly made it easy to transport. He followed Lance into the cabin, and then went directly to the back room, where he deposited the tree before pausing to look out the windows. Even with all of the colorful fall leaves missing from the trees, he couldn’t get over the sight of the picturesque mountains.

“It’s your second favorite view, huh, babe?”

Lance’s arms wrapped tight around his middle from behind before his chin tucked into Keith’s neck. In return, Keith’s hands landed on Lance’s arms and he leaned his weight back into Lance’s chest before deciding to humor Lance.

“So you think you know what my favorite view is, huh?” he teased.

Lance chuckled into Keith’s neck. “Maybe that overpass downtown with the phrase, ‘Give me back my stapler’ spray painted in red?”

“No.”

“That speedo guy who gave us a show when he wiped out on his surfboard at the beach last summer?”

“No, oh my god!” Keith twisted in Lance’s hold and went for his lips, kissing him hard despite Lance’s continued laughter making the whole thing messy and uncoordinated. He gave up and dropped his head to Lance’s shoulder when he felt his own laughter bubble up.

Lance rested his head on top of Keith’s hair and rocked them back and forth for a moment, a smile still plastered on his face because he was one of the few (outside of the kids they volunteered with) who could make Keith soft and smiley. Then he remembered what he’d brought for Keith and quickly let go him so he could dig through his bag.

“Here!” Lance pulled out a wrapped present, which he tossed to Keith. “Open that while I grab the Christmas ornaments from the attic.”

“You want me to open this now?” Keith called after him, but Lance only sent him a quick grin before he disappeared up the stairs.

Keith tore open the wrapping paper and carefully pulled free a likely handmade red knit sweater. And when Keith held it up so he could clearly see the Christmas tree stitched on the front, his eyes jumped from ornament to ornament, doing his best to take in every little detail that Lance had added to the tree. It was wonderful and soft and looked like it would fit him perfectly. And he was caught smiling stupidly at it when Lance bounded back down the stairs with his arms full of boxes.

“We can’t decorate the tree without our tree trimming sweaters on,” Lance stated with a small grin as he placed the ornament boxes near their small tree.

“Our?” Keith asked. But he didn’t have to wait long for an explanation, because Lance immediately dug a second sweater (this one was a blue that matched Lance’s eyes, and was covered in small green Christmas trees) out of his bag.

“My mamá made this for me years ago — she made them for each of us, actually — and always makes us wear them when we decorate the tree.”

“And you made one for me,” Keith uttered softly as he looked back at his new sweater with a sweet reverence.

“Its McClain family tradition,” Lance replied, his own face filled with adoration as he watched Keith pull off his hoodie and replace it with the red sweater. The sleeves were a little long on him, and Keith’s hair floofed out adorably when his head popped through the top.

Keith had long ago become Lance’s favorite view, but this boy kept upping the ante.

He quickly followed and pulled on his own tree sweater. And when his own head was free, he found Keith directly in front of him, waiting for his face to reappear so he could kiss him in thanks.

“It looks really nice,” Lance murmured between kisses.

“Thank you, Lance.”

Lance smiled in return (he was always smiling around Keith), and then pulled him over to the boxes. They pulled out red ribbon that was long enough to be wrapped around their small tree several times, and Keith was working on that while Lance untangled a string of lights.

“Hey, Keith, do you know what would make your sweater look even better?”

Keith was kneeling in front of their tree, doing his best to get the ribbon wrapped evenly through the branches. He glanced down at his sweater in confusion, quite sure that nothing could improve it.

Keith had his back to him, and when Lance saw Keith’s head bow to look at his sweater, he took advantage of the distraction, and dropped one end of the Christmas lights on Keith’s shoulder before he quickly began to loop the string of lights around his boyfriend’s shoulders.

“Lance!” Keith said with a laugh as he fell back to sit with his feet tucked under him.

“Arms up,” Lance instructed, and then continued his work until Keith’s torso (with his arms free — Lance wasn’t decorating the rest of the tree by himself) was completely wrapped up in lights. He couldn’t help his own beaming smile as he plugged the lights in and was met with the sight of a slightly blushy Keith adorned in beautiful white twinkle lights.

“You’re ridiculous,” Keith said, although his soft tone made it clear to Lance that he really didn’t mind.

“No,” Lance said, with a small shake of his head as his eyes continued to roam over Keith. “What I am is a very lucky man.”

“Lance —”

“Bip, bip, bip!” Lance threw a hand up when he saw Keith begin to rise from his seated position. “Listen, babe, I’m gonna need you to spend the rest of our time up here within two feet of that electrical outlet so the lights will stayed turned on.”

“Lance,” Keith repeated, eyes already darkening as he scooted closer to where Lance sat beside him. “We don’t need an electrical outlet for you to turn me on, babe.”

Keith’s play on his own words made his breath stutter for a second, but it was the only moment of hesitation Lance had before he dove forward and kissed Keith again. 

Later, when Keith and Shiro were at their dad’s house to celebrate Christmas, Keith may have scoffed when his dad tried to pull down their fake tree from the attic. And instead, he proudly set up his and Lance’s small tree in the living room, especially after Lance had admitted he’d chosen a small one because he wanted Keith to take it home with him.

He watered it daily. And maybe spoke to it a few times, but he also ended up bribing Shiro to never mention that little fact to anyone. Ever.

Plus, it was always purposefully sitting in the background whenever he and Lance Skyped.

And if he was never going to be able to look at Christmas tree lights again without thinking about Lance, he was okay with that.

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pretty girl ✧ peter parker

summary : peter parker may be a bumbling wreck around you most of the time, but when it comes down to it, his ability to shower you in his affections is unparalleled. 

wc : 1.6k

author’s note : i took part of @iusethistoreadfanfics aka liz aka the sweetest person ever’s request and an anon’s request for a pretty boy part two and turned it into this :) can be read separately it’s not a /direct/ sequel. 

   There was a moment, when you and Peter were at a standstill between not quite dating yet not quite just friends, when he understood with the entirety of his heart that simply calling you his best friend was not enough, nor would it ever be. He remembers the way he does every memory that involves you; as if he were stepping back in time and reliving it, clear as day, still so fresh in his mind that it could have happened just twenty four hours ago. 

   It was still the summertime when it happened, albeit one week shy of September and two weeks until the start of tenth grade for the two of you. Nevertheless, it was August, and school had been the furthest thing from your mind when you had begged Peter to accompany you to the beach, just an hour’s ride on the train from his apartment to the Rockaways. He had argued that it was more September than August at this point, that the ride would take forever, but you had insisted and because it was you and he was just another lovestruck boy with an affinity for making you smile, he agreed. He hadn’t gone with the intention of actually basking in the sunlight or standing at the edge of the water the way he knew you would, he just enjoyed your company. Then, he saw you standing there on the sand, staring out into the ocean in a pensive sort of way, and maybe it was the way the summer sunshine was illuminating you in an odd sort of way, but he knew he was in love in that simple moment. In love with the little freckles that spotted across your shoulders and the huggable way your body had been shaped and in love with the everything and anything about you. He had been well aware of the strange limbo you were both in- acknowledged feelings for each other hanging there but neither of you making a move to shift the balance in favor of a romantic relationship. 

   He was floored, to say the least. He barely blinked when you looked back at him, smiling brightly at him. “What are you looking at it?” You had said, standing next to him. He raised a hand to trace over the little stars, the freckles, on your shoulder with his finger, an unabashed grin beginning to make its way across his face. You knew what he was he looking at, and he didn’t want to be embarrassed when he told you. 

    “You,” he had breathed, an ever dreamy sigh. “Always you.” 

     Pretending not to be as shy as you were quickly becoming underneath his intent gaze, you looked down at his hand, still sitting at your shoulder before dropping awkwardly to his side. You met his eyes again, and his cheeks were burning bright red despite the confidence he had found within himself. He was still the dorky, easily flustered Peter underneath it all. He just wanted to be capable of giving you a compliment without stumbling over his own words. “Why’s that? I know I need to start doing crunches again but-” 

   “Don’t even finish that sentence.” Without saying much else for fear of not being able to coherently explain how utterly stunning he found you, he took your hand in his and pulled you over to the water. You two sat down there, and he had wrapped his arm around you hesitantly, but it wasn’t in the friendly way he had done it all those years, and you both knew it. Peter leaned over to rest his head on your shoulder. “I don’t think we’re just friends anymore.” You nodded, turning your head to the side so you were face to face with him, your hand slipping under his jaw. “What do you think, pretty girl?” 

   It was the first time he had called you that, though it wouldn’t be the last, and you had known it from the second his eyes lit up at the way you had ducked your head to hide the shy grin on your lips and the pink blotches on your cheeks. His smile was dazzling before he kissed you, and yeah, maybe you loved dorky Peter, but the confidence was ever so endearing as well. 

    Every part of Peter was impossible not to love. Even the parts of him that lived to embarrass you endlessly. 

    He took pride in being the sole resident of your heart, and because of this fact, he was the only person to ever be capable of making you blush like he’s never seen. Of course, he was the champion of being blushing like mad after receiving a compliment, but sometimes, you had to relinquish your control and just let the boy call you every term of endearment under the sun and watch as his sweet smile shined for you alone. 

   Pretty girl was your weakness. It was the weak in the knees, flustered grin, shying away sort of weakness. The sort of thing that made you hide your face from him only to have your hands grabbed and pressed against his cheeks as he waited for you to look up at him again.  

   Naturally, he tried to say it as often as possible. 

   “Psstt, pretty girl,” he kept his voice at a whisper, "D’you have the geometry notes for today? Think I lost mine.” He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling when he saw you sink low in your chair in English class, staring down at your book. 

  “No.” You rested your elbow on the table, your cheek in your hand to hide most of the blush. “You have the notes. I saw you give them to Michelle. I need to get back to reading.” He nodded, plopping his own novel on his desk and propping it open, pretending to be reading when in reality he kept glancing back up at you. “What?” 

   “Nothing, nothing at all, pretty girl.” He laughed to himself as you placed your head on the table, and he laughed all the way to lunchtime as you blatantly tried not to look at him. Peter Parker is, however, unavoidable, no matter how hard you attempt to ignore his advances and happy little smiles when he catches you still all flushed pink from an earlier encounter, and in his head, he compares it to the blush of a rose petal. 

   After school, he meets you in front of your locker, leaning against the one next to yours like a dork and wiggling his eyebrows at you when you finally slam your door shut. “You’re coming over, right? You’re not too upset with me for making you all blushy and cute today in class? ‘Cause, like, really Y/N, if you were me, it would’ve been totally worth it. You were adorable.” Because it’s Peter, you can never be mad for too long, so you shake your head no and slip your hand in his. “Okay good, I wanted to get ya something.”  

    His surprise gift his a bouquet of pink roses that he says reminded him of you the moment they caught his eye early this morning, and he presents them with a long winded explanation of why to him, they were you. He watches your eyes crinkle at the corners, your hand squeezing his as your other hand takes the flowers from him. “Thank you, Peter. They’re- they’re very pretty.” 

   He shrugged, trying to play it off cooly even though inside he was utterly ecstatic that you had appreciated the flowers. He wasn’t always sure that he was getting this whole boyfriend thing down. “Pretty flowers, my pretty girl, no big deal.” But it was, at least to you. He holds your hand all the way to his apartment, enjoying the sunny glow on your cheeks that makes his own face burn in the best way. 

   May reminds you both to keep the door open when you get to his apartment, just because she’s the aunt and she has to remind Peter of those sorts of things, but neither of you mind. 

   He puts on his playlist for you when you drop your bag on his bed, motioning for him to come over and sit with you as Hearts Don’t Break Around Here softly fills the small room. Peter places his arm around you, the way he did three months ago at the beach for the first time when your feelings were new and wild and rushed. He starts singing quietly, always so shy about his voice even though he knows it’s your favorite thing to listen to. You can almost feel yourself falling asleep against him, but he shakes you gently to make sure you’re awake when he murmurs the next few lines. “Every night I’ll kiss you, you’ll say in my ear, oh we’re in love, aren’t we?” He lets Ed take over the remainder of the song as he looks down at you, and it’s a look that any girl or boy would fall for in a heartbeat. “We are, right? In love?” 

   “So in love,” you reply, kissing him soft as ever. Gentle. 

    “Good,” he whispered, his hand trailing over your face. “Sometimes I- I have to double check. Just make sure that I’m not… like, dreaming, or something. That I’m not driving you away with complimenting you so much, ‘cause I know you hate when you blush but I just can’t resist. You’re my sweet girl, my pretty girl. I need to tell you. Is that okay?” He’s got that nervous expression on his face again, so to put his mind at ease, you pull him against you again. 

    “Peter, that’s okay. As long as it’s you, it’ll be okay.” He relaxes under your careful touch, practically melting against you until you smirk a little and say, “I’ve got more of the power anyway, pretty boy.” And suddenly a red face Peter Parker is pulling away from you, furiously blushing and cursing the day he ever decided he was going to fall madly in love with you, except not really, because it was arguably the best day of his life.   

    The cycle then repeats. 

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#not as good as the original but still pretty good if i do say so myself #peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #spider-man: homecoming #spider-man imagine #spider-man #spider-man x reader #marvel imagine #marvel #marvel x reader

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dandelions part 2

It’s the last thing Richie Tozier thinks of before he falls asleep, and the first thing he thinks of when he wakes up. The humiliation, the searing red in his face, the internal panic of risking his entire friendship with the boy he loves—and then Eddie’s lips on his, soft and warm and tasting like honey. Eddie’s wide, beautiful eyes looking up at him when they finally pull apart as Richie tries to wrap his head around what just happened. And then more kissing. If Richie had had his way they probably would’ve never left that street corner, and he would’ve held Eddie in his arms all night long, listening to the sweet hum of car engines and howling dogs and slight summer breeze.

That didn’t happen, of course. All good things must end. Eventually, Eddie gave Richie an apologetic look and said he had to go home. and the two boys walked the rest of the way home, holding hands and not talking, sneaking glances at eachother when they thought the other wasn’t looking, and generally feeling like the amount of butterflies in their stomachs had reached over-capacity. When they got to Eddie’s front door, Eddie gave Richie a hesitant kiss on the cheek, and Richie pulled Eddie into a tight hug. “Goodnight, Eds,” he said softly, and Eddie smiled, waved goodbye, and went inside.

Richie was still smiling when he arrived at his house, and he still is now, as he lies in bed, enjoying the Sunday quiet, and thinking about Eddie. All he wants is to see him again. Richie wonders fleetingly if it’s too early to go over his house, but quickly brushes this away. So what if it is? Eddie will be awake anyway, as from all the sleepovers they’ve had Richie knows that no matter how late he goes to sleep, Eddie always wakes up at ungodly hours of the morning. And as for seeming too desperate, well—he is desperate, and he doesn’t particularly feel like hiding it. And so Richie gets out of bed, gets dressed, eats breakfast, and hops on his bike. He knows the way to Eddie’s house by heart, could probably ride there in his sleep, and before he knows it he’s at the front door.

It’s the same old house, but it feels different. Somewhere in the back of Richie’s mind he knows that just because he’s changed, just because less than 24 hours ago he and the prettiest boy in the world had been right here, kissing, for the first and hopefully not last time, doesn’t mean that the place is any different. But it is, because now all he can think of is Eddie’s cute little blushy smile as he waved goodbye, and Eddie’s heartbeat against his chest as Richie held him close.

He drops his bike at the curb and walks up to the doorstep, hesitating to knock. What if Eddie’s mom answers the door? He thinks anxiously, Or worse, what if Eddie opens the door, and tells me that yesterday was a mistake and that he’d never like to see Richie again?

Don’t be stupid, Tozier, he tells himself firmly, and before he can change his mind he knocks twice on the door. He busies himself picking dandelions from the side of the road into a sort of makeshift bouqet, until the door opens. He looks up to see Eddie, in his pajamas, hair sticking out at odd angles and eyes sleep heavy.

He looks adorable.

Richie finds himself breaking out in a wide smile at just the sight of Eddie, and he dusts himself off and approaches Eddie, offering the dandelions to him.

Eddie blushes, and Richie’s heart positively melts. How is it possible for a human being to be this perfect? “Hi Richie,” Eddie says, voice still wispy from sleep. “Are these for me?” Eddie gestures to the dandelions.

“No, they’re for me,” Richie says sarcastically, a playful grin on his face. “Of course they’re for you!” Eddie reaches for him, his warm hands taking the flowers and neatly putting them in his pocket.

“Do you want to come in?” Eddie asks, and Richie nods. Eddie turns away from Richie and yells into the house, “Mommy, a friend of mine is coming inside!”

Friend. Richie wonders privately if that’s all they are. For his part, he hopes not. He’s never been more-than-friends with anyone, but Eddie is just about the best candidate he’s seen for the job.

“Alright, Eddie dear, as long as he makes sure to take off his shoes when he comes inside. Any outside germs in the house will make you sicker!”

“Of course, Mommy!” Eddie calls back, before offering Richie his hand. Richie smiles, takes Eddie’s small hand in his, and walks inside.

Once upstairs, they both sit awkwardly on Eddie’s bed. Richie is staring at Eddie’s lips. He can’t stop thinking about how they felt against his yesterday. “So…” Eddie says. “Why are you here?”

“Um, I missed you,” Richie says, cringing at how stupid that sounds. “I mean, uhh…yesterday was…”

“It was good,” Eddie finishes, smiling and looking at his feet.

“It was more than good,” Richie says. “And I was wondering—if—well, if—we could maybe do it again?”

Eddie pauses. “I—uh, I would like that,” he says, and when he peeks up at Richie, Richie notes the adorable blush on his freckled cheeks. And that’s all it takes for Richie to put his hands on Eddie’s waist and kiss him again. Eddie lets out a small oomph of surprise but settles into Richie’s grip, putting his hands around Richie’s neck and kissing back, his inexperience evident but endlessly endearing in Richie’s opinion.

When they pull apart, Richie doesn’t let go of Eddie’s hips, or move away. “Eddie?” Richie murmurs, and Eddie’s heartbeat picks up.

“Y-yeah?”

“What are we?”

They’re too close. Eddie can’t think. Richie’s nose is soft against his, and Eddie can see his reflection in his glasses. “I don’t know,” he whispers.

“Me either,” Richie says quietly. He thinks a moment before hesitantly putting a hand on Eddie’s cheek and saying, “Will you be my boyfriend?”

Eddie can’t think. He doesn’t need to. “Yes.”

#reddie #richie #eddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak x richie tozier #eddie x richie #richie x eddie #reddie fic #my fic #reddie fluff #fluff #reddie imagine

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Tangled Smiles

*Author’s Notes: Hey guys! Here is my second fic for the Renora Week! I hope you’ll enjoy it!*

Many say that true love is everlasting. That its flame is going to burn forever in the common heart of the lovers. That true love can be expressed by little things, becoming pure passion in time. And our beautiful children were no exceptions.

Underneath a cherry tree, her back against its trunk, a ginger girl was sitting down on the emerald grass, covered with scattered pale pink petals. Her cerulean eyes watched the black silky river in her hands, searching for its spring. It didn’t take long for her to find the source, since his head was resting in her lap.

There, her partner was resting his eyes, feeling the movement of her soft hands on his head. His twin magenta orbs were staring at the clear sky above them.

Suddenly, one of Nora’s hands was looking blindly for his cheek, her thumb dancing on it. Ren tilted his head, so he could he his partner better, and gave Nora a joyous smile. She giggled softly, before leaning in and brushing her lips on his forehead.

“Heh. You will never stop doing this, won’t you?” asked Ren.

“Mmm… Nope!” Nora answered, popping the “p”.

“Good to know? Any more braiding?”

“Hmm… Maybe ten more minutes, please?”

“Whatever you wish is, I shall always oblige, my thunder flower.” Ren murmured, placing one hand on her cheek, causing his best friend and love to blush.

After braiding his hair and playing with it for a while, Nora decided to focus on Ren’s magenta streak, twirling it around her index finger. After her finger started hurting, she looked him in the eye, planting a soft kiss on his nose, causing Ren to smile. A minute later, his head left her lap and rose to the level of hers, so his lips could embrace hers, feeling her soft gasp caused by the surprise kiss.

This is what she loved the most. The feeling of his hair on her hands, his head’s weight on her lap, and the touch of his gentle hands and lips on her face, hands and shoulders.

About Ren, he loved everything about his partner, his best friend, his soulmate. Her bright eyes, her chipper voice, her sweet perfume, the dance of her fingers in his hair, the nectar of her touch, the warmth of her hands and lips.

“Ren?”

“Mmm?”

“Will we always be together-together?” asked Nora, still blushy from her boyfriend’s sudden brush of lips.

“What makes you ask that?” said Ren, confused by his partner’s ask.

“It’s nothing! I just– uh… I just don’t want this bliss to end. I don’t want this love well to dry out. I don’t want this to be another dream, an illusion of my own mind; if this IS a dream, I’d rather stay asleep forever, with you being always by my side.”

Ren sighed. “Nora, my love, all of this is real. It always has.” He grabbed both of her hands, lifting them until they reached the level of her shoulders. “This is not a dream, an echo of your hidden dreams. A reflection of your thoughts. And if this IS a dream, it’s a dream come true. For both of us.” he said, kissing her digits. Nora blushed again. “And trust me, I will be the one who breaks the legs of the one who dares to wake us up”.

“ Hey! That’s my line!” Nora pouted, pretending to be upset.

“Yes. Yes, it is. Boop!”

“Boop!” said Nora, poking her boyfriend’s nose.

Bonus:

(Meanwhile in Heaven)

“Awwww, they are so adorable! Now, they just have to marry!” An exclaimed happily, slowly clapping her hands in joy.

“Hmph! Took him long enough!” said Li, trying so hard to retain his smile.

“Well, he had to get something from you as well. And it seems the obliviousness is the most obvious trait. Looks like it runs into the family.” said An, giving her husband a victorious smile.

“Even in Heaven, your sass is still as strong as ever.” Li affirmed grumpily. “But yes, I was really oblivious when I was his age.”

“It’s good that you admitted it!” Li glared at his wife. “Now, let’s continue watching the show!” said An, pulling her husband closer to her, waiting impatiently for her little Lie’s next move.

*Author’s Notes: So, here it is! I am sorry if the bonus scene bothered you, but I HAD TO write it. In one of my headcanons, Momma Ren would be the one elated that her son fell in love with the one with whom he shared most of his life. Meanwhile, Papa Ren would be happy as well, but he would NEVER let anyone see this! But they would both be happy for their son and their future daughter-in-law. I would’ve added Nora’s parents as well, but we still have to wait for that. So, hope you enjoyed this fic and I’ll see you tomorrow!

Boop!*

#renora week 2017 #renora #team sloth #lie ren #nora valkyrie #an ren #li ren #otp #my writing

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Sloppy kisses

Hello, I saw that your request box is open, Can I request a Jay Park scenario where you go visit one of your closest friends at her aunt's house...And you know her aunt very well, in fact she adores you like the daughter she never had, so one day they invite you to a family party where you meet her two sons, Jehan and Jay, and Jay and you both get shocked that you actually are close with his family since you guys have been kinda always having a thing but never official omg it's long sorry♡thanks

Type: Super fluff

Words: +1.5k

For @leyarren

It’s so fulff i’m sorry

Let me know what you think of it

illi

It was June, the fresh breeze of Busan was caressing your skin while you were admiring the view from your best friend's house.

The little pastel pink dress was dancing in the air like your long black hair.

-Heeei Y/N!!!!!! Wanna go to the beach?

You turned around, facing your best friend and nodding happily

Her name was Jimin, she was the same age as you and you both met at the cafeteria where you worked.

She had a contagious smile and the prettiest eyes you've ever seen.

You quickly became close, like family. The fact that you both left yours to follow your dreams in Seoul connected the two of you even more.

-Let's go Y/N!!!!!!! Auntie wants to see us in the afternoon!!! Better go and have fun now that we can!!!!

-Comiiing!!!!

Grabbing your bag, you quickly followed Jimin and spent the morning at the beach.

Jimin's aunt was a lady in her 50s, her mother's big sister.

She was a beautiful woman, always with the perfect outfit and makeup on point, at the beginning, you thought she was kind of scary, but the more you got to know her the closer yo her you got.

She was funny, always making silly jokes or fooling with her servants (yes she was super rich too!)

and you spent hours talking about her past loves.

-Auntie!!!!

-My loves! How are you??

The three of you hugged tightly like you haven't seen each other in years when in reality only a couple of months passed from your last visit.

-Why are you always so beautiful girls?

-Auntie!! You are the beautiful one here, look at you!

-Well..you're right I am beautiful

You laughed happily and went to the living room to drink some tea.

The villa was stunning, the marbles floors and walls were shining and everything was perfectly placed.

The red curtains were open, letting you see the beautiful view of Busan.

Auntie had a passion for interior design, and her house was luxurious but not too much, it was really classy with some of the greatest roman's statues reproductions.

She also had a passion for literature like yourself, so she let you take some books from her personal library that were on the first floor of the villa.

-So beauties, what are you gonna do tonight?

-We don't know Auntie, why?

-Just..there's a party and I wanted my beautiful nephews to come and maybe find a man

-Auntie!!!

-What, do you wanna stay single forever?? What about you Y/N??

-I..

-What? Don't tell me you have a boyfriend and you didn't send me his pictures?!

-I don't..

-She has a crush but she's too shy to talk to him

-JIMINIE!!

You felt blood running through your cheeks, so you covered your face with your hands, while Auntie was laughing softly and asked you to tell her about him.

-He's just a guy...

-Who always come at the cafeteria.....

-Uhh .. so.. what's his name?

-Jaebum..he's a..CEO..

-Woo girl you go and get him ahahhaah

-Auntie!! she really likes him, plus he's not just rich enough to give us 50$ tip every time, but he's also handsome and super nice!!!

-Does he have an uncle?

-Ahahahahhaahaha auntie!!!!!

-Ok, so tell me..does he likes you?

-Absolutely not

-Of curse he does!!! Haven't you seen the way he looks at you??

-GIRLS! OK, tell me what he usually does in the cafeteria

-He..just orders some coffee and a cake to take away..like every human being...

-Y/N, he orders always the same things and he sits at the same table where he can look at you without you noticing!! Everybody knows!!

-Why does he order the cake as a take away if he sits?

-That's a mystery auntie...

After a good couple of hours talking about Jay, you and Jimin were heading home when auntie stopped you before you could exit the main door

-Wait, girls!!!! Take this dresses for tonight, I ordered them just for the two of you

-You're always too nice auntie

-See you tonight!!!

The sky was dark, and you could admire the stars from the big villa's terrace.

The wind was still blowing, and the cold hair of the night made you regret your decision of not taking something to cover your bare shoulders.

Auntie bought you a long dark pink dress, with a deep v neck and a bow on the bottom of your back.

It really was beautiful, but you wished to have something more on.

Jiminie, on the other hand, was wearing a long strapless red dress that emphasised her curves.

-Auntie!! When is everybody coming??

-In a phew minutes darling, Y/N..you're so pretty tonight!

-Thanks, Auntie...

-A pity that this Jaebum CEO can't be here..

You look down, smiling softly just thinking of him...

Flashback!

It has been the worst day ever!

A client just got mad at you because the cake was finished, you spilt at least 3 coffees on the floors and your boss almost fires you.

You couldn't wait to lose the cafeteria when two people entered

-Welcome..

You said, almost whispering

-Can we have two Americanos?

-Sure...something else?

You never looked at them, but automatically went to get the coffees ready

-No thanks, Kiseok?

-I'm fine with coffee

-Here.. it's 3,50$

-Here..

And in that moment you saw him, his little smile and his loving eyes who were looking at you.

He seemed tired, he has probably bee working all day..

With him, there was Kiseok, a really good looking man that kept looking at his watch

-Are you ok .. Y/N?

He said looking at the name on the white shirt you were wearing

-Oh..yes..here the change

-Keep it..have a nice evening  Y/N

-But sir... it's like 40$

-I know.. it's fine.. I'll come again..see you

And from that night, every day at 18.30 before the cafeteria closed he came in ordering a slice of chocolate cake and an americano. He sat near the window and stayed there for 20 minutes before going back to work.

Sometimes you talked, about his job and about yours..his dreams and yours.. it was nice, you thought.

He was, unlike his public image, a sweet man who dreamed of a family and a nice house in Seoul and one at the beach.. a daughter and a son to whom he would have taught English as a second language; a nice wife who would have attended his concert and danced with him on and off stage, someone who could stand  him and his crazy lifestyle.

-Y/N!!!!

Jimin's voice brought you back into reality

-Y/N, you have no idea

-What??

-He's here!! With another super hot man and Kiseok!!

-Are you talking about Jay?

Not answering you, Jimin grabbed your hand and walked with you in the big living room where you saw him, wearing a black suit and looking around with Kiseok and another man.

Your eyes finally met and you saw he was surprised to see you there too.

Auntie probably saw everything because she didn't lost the chance to excuse herself from some guests and approached the three and walked to you

-OMG they're coming here...what to do Y/N??????

You were so shocked that no words left your mouth, and when auntie finally made the formal introductions you were able to murmur some disconnected words

-So Y/N, Jiminie..they're my beloved sons and Kiseok, their friend

-Sons????

-Jimine...please.... you know that our beloved Youngjae had 2 sons from his previous wedding....didn't you?

-I thought..they were like 20 or something..

-Hi Y/N, how are you?

Jay asked you not even bothering o listening auntie and Jimin discussing

-I..I am ok...You?

-I'm fine..now

His smile took your breath away and you felt like melting for a moment

-I have to go now, have fun boys!

-I will

He didn't take his eyes away from you while Auntie kissed his cheek softly and winked at you..Did she know for the entire time he was the one you were talking about?

-Ya Kisok, let's go

-Shouldn't you talk to me with a little more respect Jiminssi?

-Hell no

-Ya

-And you are....

-Jehan..and I am going to get a drink

-I'll come with you

The three of them just went away while Kiseok was scolding Jimin for being maybe a bit too savage.

-So...you know auntie?

-She's Jiminie's aunt..

-Woo..the world is really small

-I guess so

-Let's go outside..shall we?

He offered his hand and you followed him at the villa's terrace where no one was.

You didn't know what to think, still shocked from what just happened and strangely happy that he was there, with you.

You suddenly something warm on your shoulders and turned around to realised he placed his jacket on you to protect you from the cold hair.

-Thanks..

-You're really pretty

-Oh.. it's just the dress

-No I am pretty sure it's you..

Looking away you bit your lower lip and you felt him getting closer.. you looked down and hoped that the dark night would have to hide your blushy cheeks.

-Y/N..

-Yea?

-Can  I kiss you?

You felt like your heart stopped for a moment, and then you looked at him not understanding what he really wanted.

-Y/N?

-Why?

-Ermm-..

Now he was the blushy ones, his sudden shy side was showing and you couldn't help but think how cute he was.

-Jaebum..

-I like you Y/N..very much..and.. I don't know.. I feel like I don't wanna skip some steps with you and making sure you want the same. It's like my life got.. I don't' know.. normal?

Like.. when I met you I worked till late, got out and got drunk, but now.. I am more responsible... I still go out and get drunk, but just on the weekends.. and .. I feel like I need to get my life together so that I can have a chance with you.

His sudden confession caught you off guard, but at the same time, it was like It was meant to be..

You were both so similar.

-Why wouldn't I give you a chance before?

-Maybe you would but I would have screw up everything

-Ahahahah

-I am serious..so..can

-Yes

You didn't let him finish and looked at him in his dark eyes, he cupped your face and softly kissed you.

His lips were soft, sweet and your hands immediately went to his chest while he deepened the kiss, meeting your tongue with his and slowly kissing you.

It was like one of those morning kisses, where you just woke up and you're almost still sleeping but you want to kiss your partner to let know him how much you love him even in the morning.

Those sloppy kisses were your favourites, slow and caring.. it let you taste his lips and memorised it so that you wouldn't forget him during the night.

You stayed like this for what it seems like hours, couldn't get away from each other..couldnot get enough from each other.

You heard a voice calling you from the villa and you saw auntie from the windows calling for you

-Y/N!!!!!

-Yes auntie!!!

You didn't bother to get away from his arms but stayed like that founding yourself incredibly comfortable.

-Y/N, is Jay there??

-I am!!!

-Cool, I'll get a room ready for you, Y/N wanna stay here you too with Jay??

-Auntie!!!!!!!!!!

-What?? I told you you would have found a husband at my party!

-Oh my God auntie!!

-Jiminie already found his!!

-What??

You looked at the living room through the windows and you saw Kiseok and Jimin dancing together and smiling

-Look at her..

-They're cute

.Yea

-Not like us tho..

You looked at him and caressed his dark hair

-You can say that..

-Ok I guess I'll just have to find Jehan someone

-Auntie...

-The party is over, I'll go to bed and you just.. no babies yet ok??

-Auntie!!!!!!!

You both said while she was going back inside and Jay looked back at you, with a big smile on his face, returning to kiss you softly and forgetting again of the rest of the word.

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