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btsmosphere · 3 years

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Hello! I love your stories so much. Congratulations for the new milestone! May I request Taehyung × female reader, #23 and 33, angst fluff? Thank you sooo much 🥰

~summary: when someone starts leaving you gifts, Taehyung is the last person you would suspect Taehyung x female reader Prompts: alright, if you really want to know… & is that a compliment? ~word count: 775 ~college au, enemies to lovers, roommate au, angst, fluff Rating: pg13 Warnings: Tae kisses the reader without asking, though she does want it, suggestive themes? ~a/n: thank you much my dear anon! And for your request, I hope you like it! I tried very hard to squeeze both angst and fluff in there💜

Your foot tapped, though no music was playing.

It was honestly a reflex at this point – when you did your work, you always had music playing. But today, your fingers hesitated over your keys, distracted. Your headphones sat on the desk, unused.

For the past few weeks, someone had been leaving you gifts.

And you were going to find out who.

It had begun with a bar of chocolate. Your time of the month had arrived, and you were woefully unprepared, resulting in you moaning about it to the population of your communal kitchen as you struggled to make yourself some soup before slouching back to your room.

Not your finest moment.

For one, Taehyung wasn’t thrilled about it, simply glaring darkly over as you whined. As much as you wished it could be different, his distaste for you had been clear since you first moved in at college. All you could do was learn to brush it off.

But clearly someone who heard hadn’t been too annoyed, because the next time you left your room, a large slab of chocolate was waiting outside your door.

You had texted your flat’s group chat, but no one had come forward.

At the time, you had shrugged it off and moved on with your life, one chocolate bar better off.

But now it had happened every week since. A pack of fancy tea had emerged just as finals began to loom and you were feeling the stress. When you were bogged down in work and hadn’t yet had the time to eat, a pizza.

It was incredibly nice, but that was exactly what drove you insane. Couldn’t you at least know who was going out of their way to make your life better?

So the moment you heard a slight rustling the other side of your door, you darted from your chair. You hadn’t moved this fast since gym class at school.

Throwing the door open, you prepared to announce victory at whichever of your friends thought they were being sneaky, when you instead found yourself face to face with a wide-eyed Kim Taehyung. Each of you wore mirroring expressions of utter shock.

A moment passed, the only movement that of Tae’s throat bobbing as he gulped.

Then you trailed your gaze towards your feet. A paper bag had fallen against them.

Looking sharply back at Taehyung as if he had done something bad¸ you finally found your voice.

“What are you doing?”

“Um…” he cleared his throat, voice low as he avoided your gaze, “I brought you some-“

Apparently unable to finish his sentence, he waved vaguely towards the bag instead. With a frown, you bent to collect it, fingers warmed from the contents straight away. A peek inside showed you a selection of pastries, the aroma already making your mouth water.

“Why…?”

Slowly turning your eyes back to Taehyung, you found him eyeing you as well. The moment he realised, he snatched his gaze away again.

“Why…” he repeated, a small laugh bubbling from his awkward smile. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking back to you with a grimace. “Why?”

“Yes, why,” you insisted, exasperated.

“Well, I-“

Once again trailing off, it took you coughing pointedly to get him to continue.

“Alright, if you really want to know…” he conceded.

“Yes, Tae, I want to know,” you demanded.”

“Well, I, um,” he stuttered, but did manage to look you in the eyes. His hands clasped in front of him. “To tell the truth, I don’t think you’re awful…”

You scoffed.

“Is that a compliment?”

“I’m trying here, okay!” he snapped then, blazing eyes locking onto yours.

“Trying to do what?!” your tone raised alongside his.

And then his lips crashed against yours. After the split second of shock, your lips returned the pressure, caving to his touch as a hand found its way to your jaw, keeping you firmly in place as the other steadied the back of your head.

Wildly rocketing about your chest, your heart kept you panting even as Taehyung’s lips broke away. Between you, the air was hot as you stared at him, words gone from your grasp.

Wallowing in silence, he paused for only a moment before his hands were slipping from where they held you.

“Sorry, I-“ his gruff voice was cut off as you grabbed at his hand, before it could leave.

“Why didn’t you say sooner?” you whispered.

“I- I didn’t know how…” he murmured.

Still gripping his hand, a smile overtook your features as he waited for your answer.

You grinned,

“Well, now that you have, I think you’d better come in, don’t you?”

Thank you for reading, and thank you again anon!!

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ateezthings · 3 years

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ATEEZ Reaction: Crush being oblivious to their hints

Anon said: “Could you please write an ateez reaction to having a crush on someone who’s oblivious to their hints?? I have a second one too (more angsty heheheh), ateez reaction to their long time crush announcing they’re dating someone else??”

In this scenario I assumed their crush would be you, cz why would they not have a crush on you, hope you like it 😊 The second one will probably be out next week

Genderneutral

Fluff, Slight Angst in Jongho’s part

Pairings: You x each member

Warnings: None (Them confessing their feelings for you, a little manhandling in Jongho’s part)

Songs that convey the mood I was going for:

Moon Taxi – Say

Keane – Somewhere Only We Know

A Day To Remember – Everything We Need

Great Good Fine Okay, Before You Exit – Find Yourself

Scenario:

Because of your work you had gotten really close to all eight of the boys over the last few month. In the evenings you’d just chill and get something to eat with them. Nights usually ended with all of you lying on the couch in the dorms as one big ball of people, immersed in a show you had all decided to watch together. Some of them were always arguing and screaming during the show but overall, you got along great. You enjoyed their company. Little did you know that one of them enjoyed having you around more than the other boys.

*~Seonghwa~*

Towards the end of your movie night, you usually ended up dozing off on Seonghwa’s shoulder. It wasn’t that you were seeking him out, he just always happened to be near you when you started to feel sleepy. But you couldn’t complain, his shoulder was quite comfortable.

One night he told you to meet you in the kitchen, all the other boys were busy fighting each other for snacks in the living room.

“What’s going on Seonghwa?” It worried you a little because he was silent the whole day.

“Uhm, I felt like I needed to talk to you about something…”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Alright, uh… I sort of… uhm... have feelings... for you”

You needed a minute to comprehend what he just said. “Wow… okay… uhm... I didn’t expect that”

“I thought it was quite obvious because you fall asleep on my shoulder every night… but I guess not” He awkwardly chuckled.

Suddenly you felt quite dumb for not noticing.

“Okay uhm… I mean I like being around you… a lot… would you maybe give me some time to think about it?”

His eyebrows seemed to drop a little: “…Yeah, sure”

You couldn’t help but wanting to hug him really tight. While you were embracing him, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

*~Hongjoong~*

He pressed play and a wonderfully melodious tune started playing. After a few moments Hongjoong’s voice started to sing on the recording. It was a beautiful love song about someone having a crush on someone else, but all their efforts didn’t seem to get them anywhere.

“Hongjoong that’s a beautiful song… and you wrote it all in one night? Wow”

“That’s all you have to say to that?”

“Well, I complimented you on your efforts… what did you wanna hear?”

“Oh, just forget it” He stopped looking at you and quickly closed the file.

“No really Joong, what is this about?”

He took a deep breath: “It’s about you, Y/N, the song is about you…”

“Hold on… it’s about me? Are you telling me that you have feelings for me, Hongjoong?”

“Finally… Yes Y/N, I’ve been wanting to tell you but you never caught on to my hints…” Now he smiled.

“I never thought, you’d like someone as weird as me…” It was a lot to comprehend for you.

Then he took your hands in his: “I know that I caught you off guard, so I don’t need an answer immediate-”

“No… I do… I like you too”

He broke out into the biggest smiliest smile you had ever seen. You had always wanted to be around him… all the time. And apparently he felt the same way about you.

*~Yunho~*

On one of your Netflix nights, Yunho had asked you to come with him to get snacks from the convenience store. While you were leaving the rest of the guys yelled at you what they wanted. Typical. It was a beautiful night though, spring was coming, it wasn’t too cold.

“Let’s take this way, it’s shorter” Yunho suggested.

You didn’t recognize this part of your neighborhood: “Yunho? You’re not abducting me, are you?”

“No, you freak” He chuckled.

After a few minutes you arrived at a sort of terrace where you had a beautiful view over the city.

“It’s beautiful up here”

“Y/N, I need to tell you something, that has been on my mind for a while…” He fidgeted with his hands, before finally looking at you.

“Yunho you can tell me anything”

“Okay uhh… I kinda have a crush on you”

Your eyes grew big, you had no idea. “What? oh”

“Have you not noticed that I always ask you to help me with stuff and never the guys?”

Alright that made sense.

You had always thought Yunho was handsome but you’d just assumed he wasn’t looking for anything serious.

You approached him slowly to take his hands into yours.

After gathering all your courage, you closed the distance between you to press a sweet kiss on his lips.

*~Yeosang~*

He had invited you to go to a flea market with him. You hadn’t thought much of it other than you having similar taste to Yeosang, so it was a good match to go together. What you didn’t expect were the thousands of people there, who apparently had the same idea as you. At one point you almost lost him, had Yeosang not grabbed your hand. He didn’t let it go after that. He did that, however, to the other boys as well, so you didn’t think much of it.

A few days later he texted you to come to the roof of their dorm building. You were curious, maybe he wanted to show you a new outfit he got and wanted you to take pictures of him.

When you got there, a few candles were lit and the skyline made for a great view from where the roof was located. It was beautiful.

“Yeosang?”

“Uh, Yes, I’m here!” He waved at you to come to the end of the rooftop, where you had the best view.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Yeah, you almost forget that there are people running around down there… anyway… why did you wanna meet me here?”

“Uhm… I sort of have something to tell you”

“Okay? Go on” It freaked you out how awkwardly he was fidgeting with his hands.

“Yeah, alright, I’ll just say it… I like you Y/N… a lot”

He took your hands in his.

“I like spending time with you a lot, we often say the same things, we have similar taste in music and clothes and I just really like you… so I was wondering if you’d let me take you on a date sometime? It doesn’t need to be awkward, we already know each other quite well and we could just go out for some pizza and we could get bubble tea afterwards or not, if you’d like to do something else we could do that to or if you don’t want-”

Apparently, the only way to get him to shut up was to kiss him: “Yes, I’d love to go out with you, Yeosang”

He smiled blissfully.

*~San~*

“Y/N, I’ve got feelings for you… romantic feelings… and it’s been killing me… I needed to tell you… would you maybe go out with me sometime?”

You had noticed San was a lot quieter the last few weeks, he seemed to have turned his attention inwards. But this? Wow, you didn’t expect that.

“San, I don’t know what to say”

“It’s okay, but I needed to tell you otherwise I would’ve exploded right here”

His bluntness was really endearing. You had always gotten along the best with San… And technically he only asked for one date, so what harm could that cause, you liked to spend time with him.

“Yes… I will go out with you”

“Woah, really? I didn’t expect- Now I don’t know what to say” He chuckled.

“You don’t need to” And with that you kissed his cheek.

*~Mingi~*

All of you were watching It’s okay to not be okay on Netflix, when Wooyoung felt the need to be loud.

“Ugh, it’s so obvious Gang-tae likes her too, are you kidding me? He looks at her the same way Mingi looks at Y/N, come on could it be any more obvious? Just kiss already” He hadn’t realized what he just said but you stared at him in disbelief… as did Mingi.

Mingi liked you? Sure, he usually offered you the last piece of chocolate or the last bite of his ramen, but that’s what friends do, right? You excused yourself to go to the bathroom. While leaving you could hear Hongjoong scolding Wooyoung for not thinking before speaking.

Once you were done in the bathroom, you were surprised to see Mingi standing right in front of the bathroom door.

He smiled awkwardly: “Hi… uh… I’m sorry Wooyoung is such an idiot.”

“No, it’s fine… but is it true? Do you like me?”

“Yeah” He blushed and looked at the floor.

He was so cute. Wait what?... Maybe, you liked him too?

He took a step closer to you as your heart started pounding. Maybe you really liked him.

He was now right in front of you but he didn’t kiss you, he just smiled sweetly at you and took you into his arms: “You don’t need to answer me tonight.”

*~Wooyoung~*

“Oh, Y/N, sorry, I didn’t know you were still here.”

Wooyoung stood in front of you, only in his boxers, heading to the bathroom. You didn’t know what to say.

You had come to their dorms as usual, to watch a movie. After a while Jongho and Wooyoung had decided to retract to their rooms to get an early night.

You snapped back to reality when Woo clapped his hands right in front of your face: “Earth to Y/N! I appreciate you checking me out but next time do it a little more subtle.”

Oh no. “I-uh-I wasn’t checking you out… I was just-”

“You don’t need to explain yourself” And you could swear as he walked past you, he winked at you.

After the movie had ended and all the other boys in the living sleepily stumbled towards their rooms, you packed up your things to go home. That’s when Wooyoung walked out again.

“Y/N can I talk to you for a sec?”

“Sure, what’s up, Woo?”

Suddenly he seemed quite insecure, scratching his head, looking at the floor, very unlike him.

“Wooyoung, are you alright?”

“Uh yeah, I just needed to tell you- I’ve wanted to tell you for a while but uhm- I guess what I wanna say is that I sort of have a crush on you”

Your jaw dropped.

“Y/N, I thought you would kinda catch on and talk to me, at the latest back there when I purposefully walked out in my underwear, but you don’t seem to get it”

“Uh… I mean I like you,Woo, we’ve been spending a lot of time together lately… and uhm I can’t say I didn’t like what I saw back there, so” You couldn’t hide your blushing cheeks.

You didn’t need to talk anymore. He closed the distance between you two and kissed you.

*~Jongho~*

You had playfully picked a fight with Jongho about who got to pick the film for your next movie night. That’s when something in him snapped and he pinned you to the wall. He really took you by surprise.

“Alright enough, Y/N, you’re driving me insane with your oblivious behavior. Have you not noticed how I’m always working out shirtless when you’re in the room? How I give you the first bite of my tteokkbokki or how you always end up in a team with me when we play games?”

“Wh-what are you saying?” Your hands had come up to your chest, he seriously surprised you how he just took your arms and pinned them against the wall. But it also kinda turned you on a little.

“I’m saying that I like you Y/N… I like you more than friends…” That’s when he let you go, running his hand through his hair to relieve some tension.

You still hadn’t moved. When Jongho noticed, his eyebrows drooped a little: “I’m sorry, did I scare you? I didn’t mean to do that”

“No, Jong, it’s just…that… uhm… you’ve never- I’ve never been turned on by you before” Now you were blushing.

His eyebrows were raised: “Oh really? You liked that? There’s more where that came from…”

He took your wrists into his harsh grips again and hungrily pressed his lips on yours.

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do-you-think-im-spoopy · 4 years

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Because I requested it...a post-Small Potatoes Scully-is-mortified-beyond-repair fic.. (this is version 2 bc my last one got eaten in the drafts)

Shit. He knows.He knows.He knows.He knows. She paced the carpet between her couch and coffee table, involuntary reliving the trauma. Which is what she'd been doing for the better part of two days now.

Knows what? What does he know? What does she even know? He couldn't know when there was nothing to know. He couldn't. But he does. He knows.

Scully stared at the spot where faux-Mulder had been days earlier. Another wash of pink fell over her cheeks, burning them in the cool of her living room. A tight coil in the pit of her stomach that wouldn't seem to budge. Shame. Horror.

Turns out her carefully constructed emotional walls were immune to everything except a dressed-down almost-Mulder, some casual conversation and a half a bottle of wine. Easy as ever, Dana, she scolded herself.

Of course. Of fucking course it wasn't him. She'd known him for four years. He didn't show up to hang out. He didn't want to talk about their lives. He certainly didn't try to kiss her. She'd have to make a dress out of literal X-files to catch his attention. Stupid, she thought, her face heating up again. She placed her cool fingers to them to hide from the embarrassment.

She felt...icky to say the least. And no amount of bubble baths would help. Not hours of scrubbing her apartment. Not throwing out the clothes she'd been wearing. Not calling her mom. Not a new box of herbal tea. Not a new book. None of her usual comforts. Nothing had helped. She was filthy.

Call him..a voice nagged, and she nearly laughed to herself. She was going nuts. The walls were closing in.

She ignored the fact that both she and her inner voices knew that the only way to start moving past this was to talk to him. Nope. Not gonna happen.

No, it was time for the big guns. Greasy cheese pizza, butter popcorn, beer (not wine, the very idea turned her stomach sour). Or the torpedoes...dye her hair, redecorate, get a dog, leave the country.

He hadn't called. Why hadn't he called? She had a vision of him meeting with Skinner, asking to have her reassigned. How could he work with her now? He KNEW.

She was vulnerable and she hated it. She was exposed and naked and felt violated.

Not by Eddie Van Blundht. But by Fox William Mulder. He had seen past her carefully wrought defenses and he hadn't even had to try. Made no effort. Just busted in to them already obliterated. Literally.

She played through a hypothetical conversation, rehearsing her denial. Besides, was she even really about to kiss him? She was just sitting there. Prove it! You can't! Ha!

But he knew. By the look on his face there in her busted doorway. It was burned into her memory, that look. Fear, turned confusion, turned...something she had been trying to analyze but couldn't.

She could practice lying to him for as long as she wanted but as soon as she looked at him the truth would come out. Or nothing would come out, which is as good as an admission.

He would know. He knows everything.

Bastard.

She played through a scenario that was, in her opinion, the most likely and palatable. One where he teased her relentlessly about the...unpleasantness.

Unpleasantness? You mean almost making out with your partner's doppelganger.

Maybe she could go back to teaching pathology. At least there she wouldn't be a laughing stock. Dead bodies and busy students don't have time to laugh.

She was overreacting, well, slightly. But, the pizza was definitely still on the table. She picked up her cordless phone, which began ringing in her hand.

"Scul-I mean hello," she said, shaking her head.

"....hey," she straighten her back at his voice.

"Hey," she said too cheerfully, clearing her throat, trying to sound casual, failing.

"It's time to go get his statement, I'll meet you there in an hour," he said, matter-of-factly.

"I will see you there," she said, stressing each word more than she meant to before hanging up.

Scully stared again at where Van Blundht had lit a fuse under her perfectly comfortable fortress of denial, glanced to the doorframe where Mulder had seen her through the wreckage.

She grabbed a blazer from the back of a dining chair and headed for the door, feeling different. His voice. He sounded...hurt? Betrayed? It wasn't awkward, it wasn't pity, it was more than that.

He was jealous...of..himself? Of what he could be? Of what... they could be?

She smiled as she touched the splintered wood of her doorframe.

She knew.

My first TXF fic in 23 years! And it felt so good.

#the x files fanfic #the x files #txf #txf fanfic #msr fanfic #msr #mulder and scully #Dana scully #fox mulder

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honeymoonjin · 4 years

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A/N: my dearest @holyfluffly here is your uno reverse return valentine’s gift!! i hope you like it <3 and also disclaimer to anyone reading, i’m entirely unqualified to be writing about children so if i mess up basic facts i apologise (and also please give @hobisbeautifulass ur love for making this cute banner uwu our fav dads o.o)

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: yoongi x reader ft. ot7 || ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.3k

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: dads!yoongi and namjoon, yoongi’s sons!hobi, jin, and tae, namjoon’s sons!jimin and jungkook

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: absolutely none this is the softest thing i’ve ever written

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: shortly before christmas, you entertain family friend namjoon and his two kids for what you hope to be a quiet afternoon in. with five kids between you, that’s a pipe dream.

“Cup of coffee?” you ask automatically the moment greetings are done, the fading squeal of excited children still echoing down the hallway.

Namjoon flicks you a grateful smile, then his eyes dip to the sleeping body koala-hugging your torso. “Ah, thanks, but I can get it.”

Yoongi hums from you, running a hand over your free shoulder soothingly. “He can get it, love,” he confirms, “he practically lives here these days.”

“Hey!” Namjoon defends, already kicking his shoes off and hustling over to the kitchen, “you invite me here, you know!”

Yoongi’s hand slips down your bare arm and locks in with your fingers, gently guiding the two of you to follow after Namjoon. “Well, we aren’t visiting your pigsty, Joon.”

“See how he bullies me?” Namjoon questions you, ignoring his friend even as he stands directly beside you. His face changes then, eyes catching on something at the height of your waist. “Jungkookie? Why haven’t you gone to play with the others?”

You glance down in surprise at the tiny figure that has his stubby fingers curled on the edge of the bench, head only visible from the tuft of glossy black hair. Being acknowledged, he tips his head back in surprise, eyes and mouth in shocked ‘o’s. With a fond smile, you adjust the sleeping infant in your arms and reach out a hand to ruffle those silky locks, making him scrunch his nose. “Ah, Jungkookie, are you coming to talk with the Big Kids huh?”

The three-year-old doesn’t seem to notice your question. Head cranked way back to look up, he has eyes only for your smallest one. “Is baby Jinnie sleeping?” he whispers, even though the three adults in the room have been talking at a normal voice this whole time.

You nod softly, letting Yoongi and Namjoon pick up bemused conversation again as you slowly squat down to Jungkook’s level. Namjoon always insisted he wanted to come around to socialize, but you knew one of the real reasons was that Jungkook apparently wouldn’t stop talking about Jin, to the point where you’d regularly get FaceTimes from Namjoon in the evenings that led inevitably to Jungkook pressing his face too close to the screen to get a good look as you put the ten-month-old to sleep, whispering a good night message in the sweetest voice. Yes, Jungkook had definitely taken a liking to your youngest, and it didn’t surprise you one bit to see him hanging around.

The familiar weight in your arms shifts a bit, face pressed into the crook of your neck. Jinnie was at the age where he was cuddlier than ever, and even just the motion of crouching down made his fists tighten around handfuls of your shirt. “He should be due for a feed soon, would you wanna help me?”

Jungkook gasps, stumbling forward before he halts himself, eyes on you with uncertainty. “Really?” You nod. “Really really?”

With a laugh that jostles Jin slightly, you nod again. “Really really. Besides, he’s getting heavy now! He’s growing so fast, isn’t he?”

With a mouth still dangling open in wonder, Jungkook nods, hands unconsciously finding their way to grab at your knees, shuffling closer and closer. “You’re getting so big, baby Seokjinnie,” he whispers, lisp creeping out when he talks to the sleeping infant. He receives a little snuffle of acknowledgement from Jin, the wet click of his mouth as he suckles on his thumb. Jungkook’s face lights up in a wide smile

From above, your husband brings your attention back, noisily clinking mugs together as he cradles three of them in his hands, waddling carefully around the kitchen bench towards the lounge. Namjoon totters along happily behind him, hands empty. The three of you had learned it was generally safer that way.

“Come on, love, let’s sit on the couch,” Yoongi instructs, resting the steaming mugs on the coffee table for the split second it takes him to retrieve wooden coasters and place them safely underneath each one. “I just made you a herbal tea.”

You straighten up, grinning at the look of loss on Jungkook’s face as Jin is once again lifted from reach. “Thanks, hon. Jungkookie; how about you go get the others and bring them out here? I’ve got some pizza in the oven for lunch.”

Eyes widening in joy comically, the three-year-old rushes on stubby legs down the hallway, in his little stonewashed jeans and Cars 2 sweater, disappearing around the corner.

“That got rid of him,” Namjoon chuckles, cradling a cup of coffee so black it gleams like oil. “I swear that kid is addicted to two things; pizza and other people’s babies.”

Gingerly collapsing onto the sofa, tucked under Yoongi’s arm, you hum, patting Jin’s warm back as he tightens his grip on you even more. “And here I thought our baby was special.”

“Mm, he is. ‘Baby Seokjinnie’s smaller than my teddy bear, daddy!’ ‘What toys does baby Jinnie like to play with, daddy?’” Namjoon drops the high-pitched imitation of his son and rubs at his face with his free hand, though not without a tired grin. “At this point I should give up and call him Min Jungkook, not Kim Jungkook.”

Yoongi scoffs, free hand coming up to lazily stroke the delicate tufts of Seokjin’s hair, making the sleeping infant scrunch his nose happily. “Only if it’s a fair trade. You can take our Taehyung; he’s basically Jimin’s brother as it is.”

Namjoon chuckles lowly, pausing to take a sip of his coffee without the slightest grimace. “Ah, the terrible two. Minnie’s already got Tae’s Christmas present, you know. I would tell you, but I’m under an oath of silence from the little man himself.”

The answering hum from you and Yoongi is cut off by a high-pitched squeal that rips down the hallway. The three of you – even baby Jinnie – go stock-still, waiting for anything else. A full second of suppressed alarm later, an equally shrieky giggle follows, and every parent in the room visibly relaxes, tension dropping in relief.

“Still gets me every time,” Namjoon mutters.

“Oh, that doesn’t change,” you begin, but your focus is quickly sidetracked by a sudden shift in your arms, a sleepy gurgle as your youngest begins to wake, wiggling his tiny fingers and feet. You coo, a peaceful smile on your face as he blinks open his wide eyes and purses his plump lips, something he hadn’t inherited from you nor Yoongi but somehow was inexplicably born with. “Good morning, Jinnie,” you whisper, voice already lifting into baby-talk.

“It’s four in the afternoon,” Yoongi drawls, but you don’t miss the proud glint in his eyes at seeing his son wake up so calmly.

“Good morning!” you repeat. “Is my little guy hungry? Hm?”

“He’s awake?!” a voice chirps behind you, and you jump in your seat so violently that that Jin begins to fuss, face scrunching up slowly like he’s about to cry.

Namjoon sighs. “Jungkookie, that wasn’t very nice. You gave them a fright.”

Two sparkling eyes peek around the side of the couch. “But Jinnie woke up! I get to feed him, remember?”

You can’t hold a grudge at the sweet boy, lips stretching in a fond smile and sitting Jin upright on your lap, chubby legs kicked out over your knees. “Jungkookie, we’ll just feed Jinnie a yogurt pouch, would you mind getting one out of the fridge for me?”

The boy visibly deflates. “But I’m just little,” he points out sadly, “I can’t reach.”

“I can get them, mom,” a new voice calls out cheerily, your oldest son bounding through to the kitchen, bringing a yoghurt pouch for the baby and a juice box for himself. The ten-year-old holds the fridge door open with a raised knee, ducking his head out to face the lounge. “You want one, JK?”

Jungkook’s lips purse together in distaste. “I want the good stuff, hyungie.”

Namjoon drops his face into his hand, pinching his brow. “Jesus. This isn’t your house, Jungkookie. Take what you’re given, please.”

Jungkook huffs, foot thumping the carpet. “Well, I want Hobi-hyung to given me a banana milk, daddy.”

You bite down on your lip suddenly to stop a laugh from bubbling out, diffusing the release by jiggling your leg a little so Seokjinnie can bounce on your lap. “It’s fine, Joon, he can have one. They just sit there otherwise.”

Jungkook’s triumphant grin is shattered by his father reaching out to playfully wrestle him onto his lap, poking at his ribs and ruffling his hair, making his son squeal happily. “My spoilt kid, look at you! You’ll have an ego the size of this house by the time we visit next! Goodness me.”

Jungkook, hair sticking out at odd angles, finally collapses, wrapped in his dad’s arms. The cheeky grin returns with a vengeance. “That’s because I’m daddy’s favorite.”

“You’re trouble, that’s what,” Namjoon defends begrudgingly, squeezing him in a tighter hug.

A soft hand falls on your arm, the slender fingers of your oldest. Already a soccer fanatic, the kid had lost his puppy fat quicker than you perhaps would’ve liked, but he still retained the gentle and positive nature that radiated from his kind eyes. “Mommy,” he begins, “can I hold him?”

Jungkook makes a wounded noise, staring up at you like you’d betrayed him just by fielding the question.

“Jungkookie is gonna give him his yoghurt pouch, Hobi, could you be a good big brother and keep Jinnie on your lap?” Your son nods decisively, a pointer finger reaching out so that Jinnie’s fist closes around it, making him beam. “Okay, up on the couch, then.”

It’s barely half a minute after the two older kids get settled beside Yoongi - Hoseok cradling Jin against his stomach and Jungkook practically draped over his knees to reach out the pouch – before the two terrors come tearing down the carpeted hallway.

Yoongi, an arm still around Hoseok’s narrow shoulders, hastily reaches forward to put his mostly full cup of coffee back on the table. He’d barely taken a sip yet, preferring it not too hot on his tongue, but the two of you both knew Taehyung’s habit of running and jumping on top of you like an overeager dog. Too often you’d get undressed at the end of the day to see random bruises on your thighs or torso from his knees and elbows. Even though your whole family was very affectionate, Tae was a cuddle fanatic, which is why it comes as no surprise to you when he barrels around the corner, still wrapped up in a bear hug with his best friend, and Namjoon’s oldest, Jimin.

The two of them had birthdays a day apart and were convinced it made them soulmates or superheroes or something. Practically attached at the hip, they were what brought Namjoon from just another coworker of Yoongi’s to a close friend of the two of you.

“Woah, Jiminie!” Speaking of, Namjoon himself sits up, eyes wide as the two entangled six-year-olds stumble out and just about trip on the carpet, collapsing onto the couch and wriggling onto it, legs flying and teeth bared with massive grins. “Careful!”

You give a quick glance to the four men of varying sizes all cuddled together on the couch beside you. Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook and baby Jinnie seem to have taken no notice of the racket, fully focused in their own little word. Your husband murmurs lowly to the two kids on how to best feed the baby, holding his chubby arms steady in a cute team effort. If it wouldn’t totally ruin the moment, you’d whip out your phone to take a picture right about now.

“Mommy!” Taehyung belts, standing up on the couch on wobbly legs, a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder to keep balanced.

“Inside voice! What is it, baby?”

“Can we give Jiminie my present now?”

“What day is it?”

He pauses, shoulders drooping. Below, the brunette waves of Jimin’s hair fall back as he wraps his arms around Taehyung’s legs and props his chin up on his knee, looking up at the boy one day younger than him. With lips plump like Jin (these ones clearly taken from his father, however) Jimin mouths the answer. Tae blinks a couple times, then looks up at you. “Christmas Eve Eve Eve?”

“Y- correct, yes. When do we do presents?”

Sensing his own defeat, the whine comes out. “But moooom! Jiminie gave me mine!”

Namjoon looks sharply over to his son, who wilts but lets out a nervous giggle. “Minnie! We were going to give it to him together!”

Yoongi glances up. “You’re angry about the wrong thing, Joon.”

The younger man shrugs. “It was cool! Jimin, did he like it?”

Like two gossiping schoolkids, Namjoon, his son, and Taehyung excitedly discuss the gift: a little disposable camera that would let Tae take his own pictures whenever he wanted. A thoughtful gift, of course, and your heart soars at the thought of your little artist having his own camera, but Yoongi just slumps back on the couch, not even reacting as his youngest smears stray yoghurt over his jeans. “We have to let Taebear give Jimin his Christmas present now, love.”

Though he spoke low, the giant boxy grin on Tae’s face shows you he definitely heard. You bite your lip staring at the three on the opposite couch all giving you puppy eyes, Namjoon included.

“Fine,” you sigh, watching the kids jump excitedly. “but it’s only fair that each of the kids gets to open one present then.”

Hoseok and Jungkook look over you in comic timing, one with a heart-shaped grin and the other with a milk moustache that’s almost over the entire bottom half of his face. Even baby Jinnie hiccups, bouncing happily with cheeks full of yoghurt.

“Does… Does that include us?” Namjoon asks tentatively, barely reacting as the two kids on his side tug at his hair, his shirt, his cheeks.

You laugh in good humour, turning to your husband to share in the joke, but your smile drops when his eyes are rounded in hope too, blinking prettily.

You let out a sigh.

God, what have you done now

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spider-pxrkers · 4 years

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thunderstorms || avengers pairing

summary: during a stormy night where bucky struggles with his fear of thunder, an unexpected kid in the team turns up to comfort him.

pairing: bucky barnes x peter parker (this is not a romantic pairing)

a/n: it rained the other day and i had an idea. i don’t usually write blurbs, so let me know what you think! :D

warnings: avengers-live-in-stark-tower au, astraphobia

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It was a late September evening when a heavy downpour swept throughout New York City. In the exhilaration of it all, the team was quick to suggest a night in with an old movie and pizza. A few hours later, with half shut eyes and yawns circling the room, Tony decided to call it a night, sending everyone back to their respective rooms with a single pointed look. Considering their state of drowsiness, there was very little reason for anyone to argue.

However, Bucky remained tucked into the lone arm chair by the wall, sending a reassuring nod to Steve who asked if he was okay before the leader headed to bed himself. Bucky lingered in his spot, his hands clenched around each other, focusing on his deep breaths, trembling every time the distant sound of thunder echoed through the room.

It was a stupid stupid thing to be scared of.

For god sake, this was the same man who fought in wars, who withstood years of Hydra’s abuse. Truthfully speaking, there was very little that scared the Winter Soldier anymore.

Yet, whenever there was a thunderstorm like there was tonight, Bucky would feel himself freeze up. Years’ worth of trauma would rush back into his head, the loud sound of thunder rumbling breaking through the barriers he’d built up. It’d pull him apart on the inside; he’d grow agitated, his eyes wandering in hurried glances around the room, his breath getting caught in his throat as he’d curse himself for scaring so easily.

He needed a distraction he decided as another sharp crack broke through the room. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he pushed himself off of the chair and moved over to the kitchen, pulling out the blue ceramic mug Wanda had gotten him. He pulled out a herbal tea bag, an apple cinnamon flavor that reminded him of the 30s, his hands shaking as he struggled to place it in the mug, before putting a kettle of water up to boil.

He slumped against the wall of the kitchen, goose bumps coating his exposed skin as the thunder outside grew even louder. He let out a strangled cry in response, as if to challenge the weather but felt himself back further into the wall when the thunder boomed back. He felt his vision begin to grow dizzy as he tried to catch up with his breathing, but to no avail. His body shook with every daunting crack of thunder, tears pricking his eyes as he hit his head against the wall repeatedly, helpless. He felt like he was spiraling, caught in a futile battle with his own mind as the storm consumed him. He felt like he was on the verge of passing out.

“Mr. Barnes? Are you okay?”

Bucky’s eyes shot up to the door, his breath caught in his throat as he saw the kid in an over-sized pyjama shirt look up at him. His eyebrows narrowed as he swallowed yet again, groggily pushing himself off of the wall to face the boy.

Right as he was getting ready for bed, using his spidey-senses Peter had heard someone stumbling around the kitchen. Wary of it being an intruder, he quickly grabbed his web-shooters and ran downstairs. However, he didn’t expect to see the usually intimidating Winter Soldier to be crouched in the corner, his head against the wall as he struggled to catch his breath.

Peter lowered his arms, taking cautious steps to approach the man. Mr. Stark hadn’t failed to warn him about the soldier, not that he didn’t trust Bucky, but there was an expected air of rivalry between the two Avengers, one no one in the team failed to notice. Mr. Stark reminded him time and time again to be careful around Bucky but right now, all Peter could see a scared man who thought he was in a helpless position.

“It’s okay Mr. Barnes,” Peter began as he moved closer to him, his voice still full of its usual childish innocence. “It’s okay. May- she’s my aunt- she used to get like this during storms too. Whenever it’d happen I’d always tell her to-”

“Leave me alone, kid.” Bucky grunted out, his hands still shaking as he turned his back to Peter.

“No really sir, it’s okay. I can help-”

“I said leave me alone.” His voice came out in a low snap as he looked over the shoulder at the boy before closing his eyes and letting out a breath. He didn’t want to get mad, he’d gotten better about his temper but right now he wasn’t in the right state of mind, and all Peter was doing was irritate him.

The two weren’t really close, Bucky was a lot more reserved and his usual brooding demeanor starkly contrasted with Peter’s more youthful bubbly one. Bucky was an old soul. Peter’s juvenile behavior usually exasperated him. Never to the point he was rudely vocal about it, rather just sometimes engaging in the back and forth banter between Peter and Sam, or simply remaining silent.

The water bubbled in the kettle, the hot liquid inside spitting out onto the surface of the stove. Bucky silently cursed, rushing to turn it off. He sighed, slumping into a bar stool, burying his head into his hands.

Peter moved to lean against the counter, his body facing the side of Bucky’s.

“May tries to focus on her breathing.” He suggested.

Bucky let out a groan as he buried his head further in his hands. “I know how to breathe, kid.”

“I- I know you do. Just, try to do it a bit slower.” After a few moments of contemplation, Bucky complied, following his instructions as Peter finished the tea, placing the steaming mug on the island counter before sliding into a stool himself. Eventually, Bucky’s breathing calmed. His face remained hidden in his arms. “The storm won’t hurt you sir. It’s outside, it can’t get to you. You’re safe.”

Bucky lent his head to the side, studying the wide eyed kid beside him before nodding and sitting up straight. “Yeah.” He mumbled out, reaching to sip his tea, his eyes shutting as another crack sounded through the tower.

Peter smiled sympathetically at the man, before slouching himself. “We can talk about something else if you want.” He thought for a second before grinning excitedly. “I always wondered what the army was like. I mean, I know we have one now but I mean during the war. You were there during it right? It must’ve been pretty- oh.”

Bucky’s felt his throat tightened when Peter abruptly stopped talking and he shook his head.

Peter’s face fell as he realized. “Right,” He mentally slapped himself in the face for asking such a stupid question. “Right, it must’ve sucked, my bad.”

Silence lingered among the pair as Peter racked his brain trying to come up with a conversation topic. Bucky seemed to notice his struggle, and a wave of guilt washed over him. He’d woken a kid up from his sleep all because he was scared of thunder. And yet, he stayed with him during his breakdown, comforting him and even making him tea. And all Bucky could do was avoid conversation. He scrubbed a hand over his face before turning to face the boy.

“So,” He began, setting down his mug before folding his hands together. “You like the metal arm, huh?”

He watched as Peter’s face lit up and he chuckled lightly. Peter immediately dove into a ramble about the science and construction behind the arm, earning a fond smile over Bucky’s face as the joyful boy pulled him into a distraction from the storm outside.

Maybe the kid wasn’t so bad.

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kunderdogs · 4 years

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Take A Chance IV

Simon Dominic (AOMG) x Y/N (Reader) Genre: Romance / Angst Count: 2.4k+ Warnings: None Rating: Mature (suggestive, swearing) Summary: Who would’ve thought a one night stand with Simon D would turn into FWB? It only gets more complicated when you developed feelings, against your better judgement.

Over the course of two weeks, you and Kiseok had a pretty good routine going on. He didn't come over every night, more like every other but he called and texted you nearly every chance he got.

At first you didn't think anything of it. He would ask you how your day was, if you ate and how you were feeling. Nothing crazy or out of pocket. It was innocent most of the time, and usually followed up by making plans to see you later on.

There was nothing you could do to stop your heart from bursting out of your chest each time you heard a small chime. Nicole had glared at you once when you two were on lunch and you scrambled over the table to reach your phone.

"Is that Lover Boy?" She teased. You were thankful that, out of all the nicknames she could've used - and she had a lot of them -, lover boy was the one she had stuck with. For now.

"What?" You feigned ignorance, "I have no idea what you're talking about. That's...Amazon. My package was delivered."

She smirked, sipping her iced tea, "I'm sure it was."

After a few days, Kiseok's texts became a little more...risky. You had no problem with sexting. When in the right setting, it was hot but he would send you wild shit while you're in the middle of a meeting, or when you're trying to finish up the last of your work before heading to see him. Usually you could play it off then retreat to the bathroom to respond but when he sent a voice recording of that damned deep voice of his, you stood from your desk and went to the stairs corridor to call and cuss him out for getting you bothered at eleven in the morning. You promised punishment as soon as you were off and Kiseok was, to say the least, intrigued. That night he was stunned at how different you could be if he gave you the reigns. Days after that, he still catches himself staring after you with amazement.

From that point on, he pretty much figured out that he could make you do nearly anything with a certain voice. It was a dangerous game that you two played. It only escalated when he coaxed you to touch yourself in the private bathroom at your company with him on FaceTime. You were lucky that you had finished in record-breaking time, before any of your coworkers (or God forbid, your boss) found out what exactly you were doing.

By the time the third week rolled around, Nicole had stopped hounding you for details of your hookups. Instead, she cautioned every now again. Typically, it was the same thing.

"Don't get too attached."

"He's a celebrity. You know how society is to foreigners dating celebs."

"What if he's a player? I just don't want you to get hurt."

While you appreciated her concern, you knew it was already too late not to get attached to him. Other than text you constantly, Kiseok did little things that had your head and heart confused.

On his bad days, he would complain to you about what happened and asked for your advice, if you had any to give, on the topic. He joked and teased you just like a friend would and willingly showed you pieces of his personal and work life as well. It was subtle at first - videos of him in the studio and then pictures of his friends when he was telling you a story about them. Each time, he would bring you food or have something delivered so you both got to learn each other's eating and drinking habits. You had seen him tipsy but he made it a point not to over do it in front of you.

Kiseok was also very considerate of you and your time, which you appreciated more than anything else. He didn't hound you if you didn't text back immediately and understood if you were swamped at the office or had to cancel that one time because the work would not be done until late in the night. He just told you to take care of yourself and later, had a pizza ordered to your job. It was around that time that you noticed you were falling a little too fast. You hadn’t admitted it out-loud, instead you chose to ignore those feelings completely. Hopefully, they would magically disappear into thin air.

You both didn't get into intimate details of your life. It was only by a weird stroke of luck that he hadn't found out about Cookie. She usually called right after you got off work anyway. Kiseok was busy during the day so when you went out to meet with your daughter and her father on your off days, he was in the middle of his own jam-packed schedule. Really, he was only available during the night time so you were more of a booty call than a FWB at this point. Neither of you had defined the "relationship" so far though, so it was hard to put a name to it right now.

It was Saturday when you woke up early and got dressed in casual clothes to go with Cookie to the zoo. Her, her father and his girlfriend were flying back to the US tonight so they wanted to do one last thing to fill the hours before the boring plane ride. You had cried last night as you thought of being without your mini-me for two whole months but his family hadn't seen her since she was much younger. You knew she would have fun, especially since his parents were dying to take her to Disneyland. You wished you could take an extended vacation and go with them but you had used most of your vacation days to take Cookie to Disney World for her birthday and that was only a couple of months ago.

Either way, you were sadder these past two days and thankfully Kiseok was swamped with an upcoming project so he hadn't been over in about four days. You didn't have to explain your blood-shot eyes.

You had so much fun at the zoo with your daughter that you didn't bother touching your phone. Your ex had taken most of the pictures for you all with promises to send them to you. It was around two in the afternoon when you four decided to go to a nearby burger joint and get some lunch. Cookie was shoving her face with chicken tenders so you decided to check your phone to pass the time. There were a few new gray message bubbles.

'Hey sexy thang ;)' 10:09AM

'This song better go double platinum with all the work I'm puttin in this bitch' 11:32AM

'Don't tell me you're asleep still?' 11:38AM

'I'm going to find a way to get your sexy ass as a video vixen one of these days' 11:47AM

'Argggh PD is calling me back. Text me when you wake up' 11:51AM

'We should be done by 2. Loco is taking me to some new place for food then I'm free. Can I swing by your place?' 11:52AM

Of course they were all from Kiseok. Not even your mother texted you as much as he did and although you liked the attention, right now you wanted to focus on Cookie since you won't physically see her for weeks after this. You frowned to yourself, feeling tears well up in your eyes for the millionth time today. You were going to miss her so much.

Composing yourself, you quickly typed a reply back. 'Hey. I'm up, just a little busy today. I won't be able to see you tonight. Maybe tomorrow if you're free?' 2:16PM

With that, you locked your phone and slid it in your pocket, once again forgetting about it soon after.

Your ex's girlfriend, Mia, nudged you slightly when she saw how pensive you were. "Hey, you okay? Was that work?"

Shaking your head, you took a breath, "No, I'm just gonna miss having my best friend around."

Cookie popped up, french fries sticking out of her mouth, "I'm gonna miss you too, mommy!" Her curly hair was pulled into two pony-tails, coils springing happily as she devoured the food in record-breaking time. "Don't cry! I'll make daddy buy you a Tiana dress so we can match!"

You laughed at the sight, tears pooling in your eyes again as her father pouted. "Ok, sweetie, I'd love to match with you."

About thirty minutes later, you all were getting ready to leave when Mia said she'd swing by and grab the rental car from the parking lot. They had to go to back to their hotel to pack. You all said your goodbyes, tears flowing freely between you and Mia. Cookie looked concerned for you as she wiped your tears, kissing your cheeks to reassure you.

Your ex hugged you and thanked you again, his eyes sparkling with happiness to have his precious daughter with him. You wished you could go with them once again as you watched their car drive off.

Back at home, you were greeted with a depressingly quiet apartment. It was cold and dark, something that was going to be a common occurrence for the coming weeks. Sniffling, you made your way to Cookie’s room, scanning her pink room with a blurring gaze. You were slowly walking around the room when you felt your phone ring.

It was Mia.

"Hello?" You called, wondering what could've happened in the last hour since you parted ways.

"Hey, Y/N, Cookie is freaking out because her father forgot to ask you to bring her Peach doll," Mia nearly shouted over the distraught crying in the background. You could hear your ex trying to console Cookie, to no avail. "Can you meet us at the airport with it?"

Searching the room, you spotted the Princess Peach doll on her bed and nearly sprinted out of the door. "I got it. When is your flight again?"

"Boarding is in another hour and a half."

Shit. You scrambled to snatch your keys and shoved the doll in your purse. "Okay, I'll leave now and meet you at departures, okay? Tell Cookie mommy's on the way."

You hung up and made a mad dash down to the parking garage. The airport was about a forty-five minute drive from your place, not including traffic or any other delays like the predictable Seoul rush hour.

At his own apartment, Simon was lounging on his couch, laptop on his chest as he worked. Loco was right next to him, on Face Time with the one and only Jay Park as he was at the airport.

"Have a safe flight," Loco was saying before Kiseok slid shoulder-to-shoulder with him.

"Get there and back in once piece, boss," the oldest one teased and Jay laughed. Unfortunately, he was distracted a little too long because he suddenly collided into a woman. The phone fell, face up and there were suddenly two faces on the screen.

His body guards reacted immediately and made sure the two were alright. Mildly interested, the two on the other side of the line watched on.

"I-I'm so sorry, oh God, I'm just in a rush." The woman's voice was so eerily familiar to Kiseok that he took a second to strain to hear it over the airport commotion.

Jay was off to the side, picking up his passport and other belongings that fell. "Nah, it's alright. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you. Again, I'm so sorry I wasn’t- Is this your phone?"

Without further ado, the woman picked up Jay's phone, and Kiseok felt his eyes bulge out of his skull when her face came into view.

What was Y/N doing in the airport? Loco didn't notice the other's tense reaction and simply waved at the stranger. You didn't seem to glance at the screen, yet they could easily notice your tear-stained cheeks, and just passed it back to the owner.

Over Jay reassuring her that it was fine for the third time, a loud and very male voice yelled. "Y/N! There you are!"

With another apology, you left the frame and turned towards the male voice. Jay watched the interaction for a second before continuing on his way, which was conveniently right past you. Loco was talking to the CEO like that didn't just happen when Kiseok saw you in the frame again. He was positive it was you this time around.

You wore that over-sized gray sweater that he thought was so cute on you, hair tied messily and hugging a handsome foreigner tightly. He pulled back from the hug and pushed back some pieces of your hair from your face before smiling, his lips moving. Staring up to him, you nodded, wiping your face with your sleeves. He brought you back to his chest, arms around your shoulders.

Involuntarily, Kiseok felt his jaw clench at the display of affection. His eyes tore from the phone quicker than he meant to, causing his junior to stare at him in confusion.

For the rest of the night, Loco was warily watching as the older man was fuming next to him. There was hardly any movement from his part and he was sure he was in a coma until Simon wiped out his phone, tapping it a few times before pressing it to his ear.

“Nayoung? It’s been a while. Are you free right now?”

Almost choking on his coke, Hyukwoo coughed. Why was Kiseok calling her, of all people? Once the call wrapped up, he nervously voiced his concern, “Hyung...Why are you calling her at this hour..?”

He didn’t get an immediate response, instead, Kiseok stood and glared with the power of a thousand suns at the TV in front of them.

“Am I not single? Can I not do what I want, with whoever I want, too?”

Without any further explanation, he stormed out of the apartment all together.

Hyukwoo stared after the front door in confusion. “Too?”

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coffee-obsessed-writer · 5 years

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When You Least Expect It: Part Three

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Jensen x Musician!Reader

A/N: This is a slow burn fic that I have been working on for a while. Its a story I wrote for myself and just wanted to share with everyone. Yes, the “Dee” in the story is who you think, but there is no intended hate on her or their actual marriage. It is a work of fiction, that is all. Part three is from Jensen’s POV. There is also a playlist to go along with the series.

Series Playlist: “When You Least Expect It” (Spotify)

Series Summary: After a hard breakup, Jensen decides to throw himself into organizing a Music Festival in Austin that is meant to raise money for a few of his most cherished charities and organizations. As he throws himself into planning it, he stumbles upon a spirited, undiscovered performer, who he convinces to come aboard to help plan and coordinate the event with him. What transpires after that takes both Jensen and his new friend, by surprise. But when their respective pasts come back just before the event kicks off in Austin, they will both have to decide if the unexpected feelings are worth perusing, or if they should just walk away and go on with their lives.

Series Warnings: Language, Break-Ups, Angst, Fluff, Smut (that’s it for now)

WC: 3.5K

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Jensen was fucking cold.

He didn’t start feeling the chill set into his bones until they made their way back up the beach towards where he left his car. They chatted casually on the walk back, mostly about the festival, and Austin itself, but when they reached her front door he found it hard to say goodbye. Unless he was mistaken, he got the vibe that maybe she didn’t want too, either.

They stood outside her door for another three or four minutes and she finally noticed his body trembling.

“Hey, why don’t you come inside? After all, it is my fault that you’re shivering. I think I have some clothes here that may fit you alright since you’re completely soaked through.”

“It’s fine. I’ll make it back to the hotel alright,” he said through chattering teeth.

“Nonsense, come on. Besides, we’re going to be spending a lot of time together over the next year. Might as well start getting used to you being around all the time.” She winked and unlocked the front door.

Stepping into her bungalow, he felt instantly comfortable in her space. The furniture was older, but it was still in decent shape and very cozy. The couch was draped in oversized fleece blankets with a few plush throw pillows. There were nautical decorations, pictures of fishing boats all over the walls, and even the curtains covering the small kitchen window bore anchors and sailboats. A small hallway divided the room, separating the living room from the eat-in kitchen that led to the bedrooms and single bathroom.

“Cute place,” he said after looking around. “Not exactly what I would have imagined your taste to be.”

She laughed. “Not my taste, at all. This was my dad’s house, long before it was mine. I just never wanted to change it after he passed.”

“Oh,” Jensen replied, “I’m sorry.”

“Thanks. It was a long time ago, but, thanks…” she trailed off for a moment but came back around. “Let me get you those clothes so do you don’t develop pneumonia on my watch.”

Y/N disappeared down the hallway, and Jensen took the time to really look at the pictures that lined the walls. He saw a small girl, and boy slightly older standing with a man in his forties on the dock. Beside them was a fifty-plus foot fishing boat.

“That’s him,” she said upon her return and pointed to the man in the photo. “That’s my dad, Monty, and that was his boat, Song of the Sea.”

“Cool name. That’s you, then?” he asked, pointing to the girl beside Monty.

“Yep, that’s me, and that’s my brother Dave.”

“Is he a fisherman, too?”

“Nope. He’s a dickhead. I don’t know what he does for a living now. We haven’t talked in years.”

“Oh…”

“Clothes,” she said and handed them out to him. “If you’re hungry I have some leftover pizza in the fridge I can warm up. It’s from Saw Mill.”

“I am down for some pizza,” he smiled, feeling quite content with the direction the evening took, despite his dip in the ocean. “Is there a place I could change?”

“Yeah, down the hall, last door on the left.”

Jensen found the bathroom and stripped out of his clothes. The room was blessedly warm, allowing his skin to unfreeze the moment the wet clothes had been removed. He borrowed one of the towels that had been hanging on the back of the door and used it to dry his hair. Once he had on the fresh set of clothes, he paused and looked at his reflection in the mirror. It was the first chance he had to be alone with his own thoughts since arriving at the Bamboo, and as his own green eyes stared back he didn’t know where to begin processing it all.

Twenty-four hours ago he was laying in his hotel bed, dreaming about some mystery girl, and now he was standing in her house, about to gnaw on some pizza and discuss how she’s going to be working with him over the course of the next year.

Are you out of your fucking mind? He silently asked his reflection. He decided he must be, but he also decided that he didn’t necessarily care. When he searched his genuine feelings, the ones he kept very close to the vest, he was happy. He felt good about making her the offer and even better that she accepted it. The other ones, the tangled mess of clingy, fawning emotions that bubbled so close to the surface were the ones he didn’t want.

You can get to know her, be her friend, without it turning to sex. Certainly, no feelings. This is work. She’s smart and creative and will be an asset to the team bringing this to life, he said to himself, almost like a mantra.

Then, out loud. “It can’t be anything more… It. can’t. Whatever you think you feel… you don’t. It's just--”

A soft knock at the door interrupted his train of thought. “Yeah?”

“Sorry, I just wanted to see if you wanted a beer with your pizza. I have water and some apple juice, or--”

“A beer sounds great,” he replied. “Be out in a minute.”

It was quiet again, and he assumed she must have walked away. Remembering their earlier exchange on the word, he didn’t want to take the chance she would hear him. One beer, one slice of pizza, then back to the hotel and tomorrow back to Vancouver. You got this, his inner voice promised himself.

Two beers and two slices later, Jensen was sitting criss-cross applesauce on Y/N’s floor, with her next to him and a photo album depicting her years in drama club productions in front of them.

“Oh, this one,” she started and pulled it from its plastic sleeve pausing to look at it long enough for one of those soft, reflective smiles to touch her lips. “This is from when we did Grease.”

“That’s you there?”

“Yup. I was the understudy for Sandy. The lead they cast was a healthy specimen, so I got to play one of the Pink Ladies instead.”

“I bet you would have made a kick-ass Sandy,” he teased and took a closer look at the picture.

She snatched it from his fingers and returned it to the album. “Nah, I was way too wild to be Sandy. The girl they cast was purity defined. She did a great job. Frenchie, maybe, or Rizzo… I could have pulled off Rizzo.”

“Now we’re talking. Rizzo, she was my favorite. I always had a thing for the bad girls,” he mused with a devilish grin before finishing off his second beer.

“Want another?” Y/N asked and got up from the floor.

Jensen considered it and waved her off. “Nah, I should probably get back to the hotel.”

“Right…” she mumbled and opened the fridge to grab herself another beer. “I mean, it's after two. If you wanna crash in the spare bedroom, it's open.”

“You’d be okay with that?” He watched her reaction closely. Yes, they had grown close in the day they spent together, and he was oddly comfortable with the idea of crashing at her place. But he didn’t want to seem as if he was continually pushing himself on her.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.”

“Not sick of me yet?”

“I was sick of you after you spilled the tea all over the table. But,” she paused to shrug and grab a second beer from the fridge. She handed it to him and continued, “now, I dunno, I’m kinda used to ya.”

“Alright, sleepover it is,” he chuckled and sipped at his beer.

He liked Y/N, a lot. Physical attraction aside, she was someone he enjoyed spending time with. She made things easy; the business talk, the ‘get-to-know-you’ banter, all of it. Y/N made just sitting on her floor looking at old pictures fun, and that wasn’t something he’d had much of in his life, as of late. All the drama, and push ‘n pull with Dee has sucked him dry. Fun and easy going hadn't been on his radar in a damn long time.

Jensen was growing more than a little curious about her. She was a mystifying puzzle that he felt compelled to put together so he could see the whole picture of who she was. Yet, he also knew that it wouldn’t be an easy task. Y/N didn’t strike him as the kind of girl that would give away all her secrets or feelings to just anyone. He was going to have to work on it, but if their day together so far had been an indication of her willingness to one day let him in, he felt pretty confident that they could be really good friends.

“So, I gotta ask…” he started, not exactly hesitant on asking, but on how to ask what he wanted to know. “Earlier, when you dared me to polar plunge… why add the song in?”

“Joy to the World?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N closed the album and drew in a subtle and slow deep breath, drawing her knees up into her chest then taking time to consider how to respond. In the quiet of the room, she found Jensen’s eyes and held on to them. He saw hers growing damp at the corners and watched her ignore the one, lone tear that slid down her cheek.

“When I was a kid, I had a bunch of phobias. Some were normal, some, not so much. It got really bad after a while, and my dad tried everything to help me. One day, we were going to the market, and for some reason I was so, so scared to go in. It was summer vacation, and I was gawky and awkward. A bunch of Bennies were hanging out in front and I was petrified to walk past them,” she saw the confusion on his face and clarified. “Bennies are what locals here call the people that come here for the summer.”

Jensen nodded in understanding and then unknowingly mimicked her position and rested his chin on his knees as he listened on.

“Anyway, he said to me… ‘they aren’t going to say a word. I promise’. I said that I didn’t believe him. Trust was scarce in those days. My mom had just left, and everything was upside down. So I even had trouble trusting my dad, the one person I loved more than anyone in the world. He said, ‘Y/N, I’ll bet you anything they don’t’. We finally came to the arrangement that if I was wrong and he was right, then I had to give him the benefit of the doubt the next time something like this came up.”

“And if you were right?” Jensen asked.

“Well, I then got to embarrass him in public by making him walk around and sing Joy to the World. It was the song he hated the most,” she laughed at some long ago memory that she kept to herself, and lingered in it for a while. “But, I don’t know, it just became our thing… he’d say trust me and when it was super important that I did, he would simply say, ‘I bet you Joy to the World that I’m right’.”

Y/N cleared her throat and tightened the grip she had around her legs. This time when she caught Jensen’s gaze, he noticed the tears had finished falling and that her soft smile was directed at him.

“That’s how I knew I could accept this offer and trust you. You did it without question. The fact that you sang the song and committed like you did… I knew my dad would’ve told me to trust you. He would have bet--”

“The world,” Jensen finished for her.

“Yeah. Exactly.”

“So, did he have to sing it that first day?”

Y/N chuckled. “Nope. They didn’t even give me a second glance as we walked by.”

“Did he ever have to sing it?”

She lapsed into her contemplative expression, but only for a moment before bringing up her alluring (y/c) eyes to meet his. “Only once. But that’s a story for another time. I think we should take the opportunity to talk about Austin and when this is all going to happen.”

For another hour Jensen and Y/N talked and planned her move to Austin. Exhaustion was finally setting in and neither of them could keep their eyes open. Y/N showed him to the spare room and turned to walk back up the hallway to her own room. Jensen said goodnight, and before he could turn to go it, he saw her pause at her door and look back at him.

“Jensen... I’m sorry if I was cold to you when we first met. I tend to put up a pretty high wall sometimes. I hope you didn’t take it personally.”

“I didn’t.”

“Ok, good. I’m glad the day went the way it did. You surprised me. Not many people can surprise me. I take back what I said earlier. You’re not a shitty actor,” she said with a playful twitch of a smile. “Night, Hollywood.”

Jensen woke a few hours after going to bed and while he wasn’t exactly rested, the four hours he got was enough to energize him to reach the airport. It was a long flight back to Vancouver after all, plenty of time to sleep then. He didn’t want to miss his last chance to see an East Coast sunrise.

Tiptoeing through the bungalow, so as not to wake Y/N, he quietly opened the front door and stepped out into the autumn air. The day was dawning bright with a cotton candy sunrise over the ocean and barely a cloud in sight.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he heard Y/N say.

He whipped around and saw her sitting on the small bench to the side of the house. She had a blanket around her shoulder and a steaming cup in her hands.

“Coffee?” she asked, holding it out to him.

“Bless you,” he sighed gratefully and took the cup. To his surprise, he found she took hers just how he liked his.

She moved over on the bench giving him room to sit and watch the sunrise. He closed his eyes and relished in the luscious taste of the coffee as it warmed his throat.

“Thank you,” he said, handing it back.

“Keep it, that was my third cup,” she chuckled, then reached over to the side of the bench and pulled up her guitar resting it on her lap and lightly strumming the strings.

“Won’t the neighbors complain?”

“They would, but there aren’t any. All these places are summer rentals. Closest year-round neighbors are the Sinatra’s down the beach.”

“Seriously? So, it's just you out here almost all year long?”

“Yup.” She nodded and continued to strum the guitar. The melody she was plucking was familiar, and after a few more beats Jensen came to recognize it.

“That song…” he started and then felt his heart start to beat faster as he realized where he remembered it from. “Its… shit!”

“Well, damn, tell me how you really feel,” she snorted, unsure if she should be offended or laugh.

“No! I Didn't mean it like that. I can’t remember the name of it, but it's familiar as hell. Actually heard it in a dream the other night,” he admitted without realizing how close he came to adding ‘a dream about you, in fact’.

“Oh! It's from Grease, You’re the One That I Want, but like, way slower,” she shrugged. “After talking about the play with you last night, it got stuck in my head. I couldn’t sleep, so I made coffee, grabbed the guitar and came outside to wait for sunrise.”

Y/N looked away from the guitar and over to Jensen. She watched him curiously for a moment, still playing, and with each passing note the song became clearer and clearer in his head. They held each other’s gaze for a moment, and he wondered if she felt whatever it was that sat between them. In the span of thirty seconds, he had at least a dozen “I wonder” thoughts cross his mind.

...if her heart is pounding, too

...if she dreamed the song, too

...if she couldn’t sleep because she was thinking about me like I was thinking about her

“I got chills, they’re multiplying, and I’m losing control,” she sang, in a breathy whisper that matched the volume of her guitar. “Cause the power you're supplying….”

Her voice gave him goosebumps across his skin, running from his wrist all the way to his neck.

She trailed off with singing but continued the humming the melody as she plucked the chords and brought her gaze to settle out on the horizon. Jensen wished she had kept singing; he wanted to beg her too, but he was afraid that speaking would break the magic of the moment.

From the other side of the yard, a loud buzzing was coming from Jensen’s car. His brow furrowed trying to recognize what it was, then suddenly jumped up and put the cup down on the bench before jogging through the cold sand to the car. When he came back, his cell was in hand as he was scrolling through messages.

“Completely forgot about this last night,” he mumbled to himself. “Yiiikes.”

“Missed a lot, did ya?” she asked, still strumming.

“Yeah. Looks like there was a change in my flight again. Jared has called at least half a dozen times, and about five texts from work. Good times.”

“Sorry I took you off the grid. Just blame me,” Y/N shrugged.

He watched her for a second and realized how carefree and easy she could be when she was comfortable around someone. There was an aura of calm that surrounded her at times and he wanted to absorb it like a sponge. He felt settled around her, and that was something he could get used too.

“I’m not even a little sorry, though, I guess I should get my ass in gear and get back. But…” he trailed off and went back to his phone, pulling up his calendar, “let’s figure out exactly when I should book your ticket to Austin.”

Y/N stopped strumming and gently rested the guitar on the ground beside the bench. She thought for a minute before replying. “I would need at least two weeks to get my shit together and tie up loose ends. So, let’s say, the 18th?”

“Yeah, that works for me. I may be in Vancouver, but I will make sure everything is all set for you.”

Before Y/N could say anything else, his phone started buzzing again. He answered it and began pacing between the house and the car. To give him some privacy, Y/N grabbed her guitar and went back into the bungalow.

Not five minutes later, Jensen came back inside and began to gather up the rest of his stuff to change, but she waved him off. “You can wear those back. Just junk them when you’re there. They belonged to my brother. Doubt he’ll be here anytime soon.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,” she snarked, making it clear brother Dave was a sore subject.

“Alright, well, I guess I should head back. I got the 18th in my calendar, and I will call you when I have more details about the flight and apartment. I’m really looking forward to working with you on this.”

“Same here,” she said and boosted herself to sitting on her kitchen counter. “It's gonna be a good time.”

Jensen had hoped she would see him to the door, and maybe even get a chance to touch her in some way; a handshake, maybe a hug, even. But she didn’t budge from the counter and he wasn't going to push her boundaries.

“Thanks for last night, the whole thing was a lot of fun.” Picking up the car keys from the table he moved towards the door, pausing one last time in hopes she’d come to him,

“It was my pleasure. The guys loved having you at the Bamboo. Save travels, ok? I’ll see you in two weeks.”

And just like that, Jensen felt discouraged, like maybe he had imagined their connection this whole time… had he? He tossed the keys up and caught them, and gave her a firm nod.

“Yes, I will. Two weeks. Take care, Y/N. We’ll talk soon.”

When he was sure she wouldn’t budge, he slipped out of the house and exhaled a rush of air from his lips when he reached the car. He got in, started it up and quickly backed down the dirt lane. Pausing before reversing out to the main drag, he threw it into park and rested his head against the headrest.

“You’re a jackass,” he mumbled to himself. “A grade A, idiotic, jackass.”

Hours later, while Jensen was mid-flight, pensive and unsure, obsessively replaying their entire day and night together, his cell phone started to vibrate from way down in his pocket. When he unlocked it and saw the text notification, he smiled.

From Y/N: “Hope you landed safely. Don’t wanna lose the job before it starts. Take care, Hollywood. Can’t wait for the 18th”

And just like that, he was smiling again.

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Chapter 12 - Love Bug

Here’s one that’s quite different from the original, so let me know how you feel about. @lovesmelikebrandnewstarlight deserves an award for her patience with me and for being an angel and helping me out so go and give her some love if you can.

PS there’s a little smut in this chapter

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Chapter 11

July 1st 2017 - LA

Harry.

The last few days had been intense to say the least. Harry had barely had a minute to breathe, between promo for his new movie, Dunkirk, and making time to catch up with the cast and the rest of his LA friends that he hadn’t seen for months. But in all the chaos, all he could think about was Poppy. Something had changed between them the day that she told him that she was having a baby and all of a sudden he didn’t want to just be friends anymore. Actually, he wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to be just friends, it always felt like one day they would just fall into a relationship, except now there was a ticking time bomb growing inside Poppy and Harry knew that if he didn’t say something soon he would miss his chance.

He tossed and turned in his bed, his thoughts were running wild, and he knew that they only way he could make sense of this feeling was if he could talk to someone. He rolled over and picked his phone up from the bedside table, dialling the first number that came to mind. The dial tone rang a few times and just when Harry was about to hang up, a very sleepy Gemma answered.

“It’s not even 8am yet H” she moaned

“Did I wake you? Sorry” he sighed

“It’s alright, what’s up, you don’t usually call at this time, or ever really”

“I took you out for brunch last week” Harry said, a little offended

“I know, that’s why it’s weird that you’re calling.What’s up”

“I need advice”

“You should grow your hair again, it looks better long”

Harry giggled “Thanks, not the advice I needed though”

“Oh you mean like real advice” Gemma clambered around her kitchen looking for the coffee pods she was sure she bought yesterday. “Alright shoot then”

“Poppy’s Pregnant Gems”

He was met with silence on the end of the line.

“Gemma you need to say something”

“I knew something was going on when you skulled her glass of wine at your show”

“Yeahhhh” Harry said awkwardly

“Is it yours?”

“No”

“So what’s the issue then?”

“I think I might be in love with her”

“That’s not new information Harry. You’ve been in love with her since the moment you met her”

“What do I do about it?”

Gemma couldn’t help but laugh “Who is the Dad? I didn’t know she was seeing someone”

“She’s not” Harry said shortly. “It was a one night stand. He knows but he doesn’t want anything to do with it”

“Then the next question is H, are you ready to be a Dad?”

“I don’t want her to do this alone too, she deserves more than that, and this baby deserves a proper Dad, they deserve the whole thing, a proper house, a dog, a good school”

“Then that’s your answer Harry”

“This is not how I imagined this would happen, but I always knew that Poppy’s the girl I want it to happen with”

“You need to tell her then H. Or someone else will sweep her off her feet and you’ll miss your chance”

***

Harry’s Heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest as the elevator slowly climbed its way to the third floor. Poppy didn’t know that this was a date, or that the boy that she’d called her best friend for the last three years was about to tell her that he’s been in love with her this whole time. He almost felt like he was about to blindside her, with all these feelings and if it all went wrong the entire friendship could be ruined. There was a lot riding on this dinner date. He knocked on the door and put the flowers behind his back, and then brought them round to his front, unsure of how he should be standing when Poppy answered the door. He didn’t have much of a chance to think about it though because not even thirty seconds after he knocked, Poppy answered the door.

“Since when do you knock” she said, he eyes trailing straight to the flowers “and since when do you buy me flowers”

“Since now” he blushed, maybe the flowers were a bad idea, but he handed them to her anyway, and then he turned his charm on “Pretty flowers for a pretty lady”

“You’re weird today” she said

Harry let out a little nervous laugh in response “Are you ready?” he asked, trying to change the subject

“Yeah’ she smiled, grabbing her purse off the kitchen counter

Harry extended his hand and grabbed onto Poppy’s, pulling her with him out the door. The Butterflies in Harry’s tummy wouldn’t go away and by the time they got to the restaurant he could feel his cheeks blushing red. They took their seats in their usual spot right at the back, hidden away from any prying eyes ordered what they usually did.

“How was LA?” Poppy asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over them

“Good” Harry said, clearing his throat afterwards “Rushed and exhausting, but good”

“You make your life sound so dull, You just spent two weeks in LA promoting a christopher Nolan movie” she paused for dramatic effect “That you’re in”

Harry smiled at himself “I had a great time Poppy, I’m just tired”

“Me too” Poppy nodded

“How have you been travelling?” he asked, sympathy lacing his voice

Poppy took a deep breath and looked down at the table “I don’t know” she sighed “pretty sure nobody is ever going to love me”

Harry blinked twice, wondering if he’d heard what she’d said properly

“What do you mean Pop?”

“No guy is going to want date someone with a child, it’s extra baggage that no 23 year old needs”

“If you’re dating a guy and he breaks up with you because of your son then he’s a knob and you deserve better”

“Maybe, but I think I’ll be spending the next few years alone”

“You’re never alone Pop. You’ve got me and you’ll always have the little prince” Harry knew that would have been the perfect time to tell her how he was feeling, but it felt too soon and way too cliche. He needed her to believe him when he told her, if he said it then then it was too convenient.

“Yeah” she smiled weakly “Should we order”

“Mmm” Harry nodded “I’m not that hungry, should we just spilt a pizza?”

“Are you alright H?”

“Yeah” he nodded not looking up from the menu “Wine?” he asked

“Ummm” Poppy looked down and held her belly “I think I’m ok”

“Oh right” he laughed nervously again “Forgot about that”

“What’s going on H, you’re all over the place tonight” Poppy reached out and placed her hand over his.

Harry put the menu down and finally looked up at Poppy.

“You deserve the whole world Poppy” His voice was quiet and Poppy leant in closer just so she could hear him “And that little baby in there, he deserves the world too and if I’m honest with you, I can’t fathom the idea of not being the person that gives you both the world”

“What are you saying Harry?”

“I love you Poppy, I have since the day we met and if you don’t feel the same, then tell me to shut up and we’ll eat our pizza like we always do and nothing will be different, but if you do feel the same, then fuck Poppy, we could be so happy”

Poppy could feel tears forming in her eyes and she knew if she spoke her voice would crack and she’d be crying in public for the third time this week. So instead, she leant in a kissed him with all the love she had in her heart and in that moment, everything fell into place.

“I love you too Harry” she breathed, pulling away from the kiss.

“Thank god” he giggled “that could have been awkward”

“You know you could have said that five minutes ago when I was saying that nobody is ever going to love me”

“That would have been too easy” he laughed

Poppy laughed “Does this mean we’re on a date right now?”

“I think it does” Harry smiled

“Is this why you got me flowers?”

“Maybe” he nodded with a sly smile glued to his face

“For the record, I have always wondered what it’s like to go on a date with Harry Styles”

“Well” Harry said, picking up the menu once again, “I’d usually start by ordering the most expensive bottle of red on the menu, but tonight we can stick with water”

“Not going to treat me to some lemonade?” Poppy said sarcastically “I mustn't be as pretty as the other girls”

“You’re prettier” he raised his eyebrows “But you don’t like the bubbles”

“You caught me” Poppy said “But this is like starting on the fifth date, isn’t that a little scary?”

“No.You’re already pregnant things are going to get serious quicker than they normally would”

“Are you sure about this Harry? You’re solo career is just kicking off, if you’re with me, then you pretty much have a son, is that what you want?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life Poppy Thomas. I will love that little boy like he’s my own, he’s way more important than anything to do with my career”

***

July 13th 2017 – 13 weeks

Poppy was still on edge after seeing Dunkirk for the first time. Not only was the movie incredibly intense, but this had been the first time her and Harry had stepped out in public as a proper couple and that too had been intense. They hadn’t expected such a lovely reaction from fans, but they’d been met with nothing but love, which had surprised them both. Poppy’s feet ached as she unlocked the door to her apartment, Harry trailing behind her, looking handsome as ever, as they walked in.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight Poppy” Harry said, his voice a little more gravelly than usual

“You’ve said it a few times” she smiled “but you could say it a little more if you like” Poppy walked into the kitchen and turned the kettle on.

He made his way over to where she was standing in the kitchen, positioning himself behind her and wrapping his hands around her waist, nuzzling kisses into her neck “You look stunning” he said between kisses “how did I get so lucky?”

Poppy giggled, leaning her head to the side, exposing her neck to him “you look pretty good yourself H” she grabbed his hands, and turned around, finding his lips and kissing them gently before she lead him over to the couch.

“What about your tea?”

“That can wait” Poppy said, pulling on his shirt. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, lips finding hers again as her hands brushed through his freshly cut hair. He reached behind her, unzipping her dress, gently pushing the spaghetti straps over her shoulders and down her arms, revealing a nude, full coverage maternity bra.

“Mmm” he giggled “sexy”

“Shh” Poppy whispered, smile spread across her face “you’ll like the pregnancy boobs when you take it off”

His hand hovered over her bra, unsure, if taking it off was his next move “I’ve always liked your boobs”

“I know” she said, reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra herself, sliding it off and throwing it behind the couch before she leant back to kiss him trailing kisses down his neck while he spent time massaging each of her breasts. She began unbuttoning his suit jacket as he leant forward a little, so she could take it off.

“Bedroom” he said, voice rough, full of lust

Poppy stood from his lap, letting her dress fall to the floor while he kicked his shoes off and unbuttoned his trousers while he followed her to the bedroom. As she opened the door he grabbed her by the waist, slamming the door shut again and pressing an urgent kiss to her lips, gently laying her down on the edge of the bed. “I’ve wanted this for so long” he whispered, hovering over her, as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“I was waiting for you to be a movie star” Poppy giggled watching him take his shirt off

“What?” he said, moving her to the top of the bed “singer not good enough for you?” he giggled, kissing her lips

“No” she laughed, running her hand down his torso, towards the edge of his boxers, snickering at the idea of pulling them down

“What now?” he laughed

“I’ve never seen your dick hard before” she blushed

He let out a breathy laugh, and he moved from above her, lying his head on the pillow next to her “We don’t have to do this tonight, if you’re not ready”

“I’m ready” she rolled over to face him placing a playful kiss on his nose, making him giggle “pants off styles” she chuckled, tugging at his boxers, revealing his already throbbing cock.

He hoisted himself up so that he was hovering above her once again “Pants off Thomas”

He scooted down the bed, resting on his elbows, using his teeth to pull down her panties “You sure?” he asked, looking up at her as she nodded “I’ll be gentle- I promise” he spread her legs wider, and placed gentle kisses to her inner thighs, using his forefinger to lightly caress over her folds before he slowly inserted it into her centre. Poppy’s back arched with his touch, and a smirk spread across his face while he edged his face closer to her centre. She could feel his hot breath over her as he swiped his tongue over her folds.

“Harry” she moaned “Need you”

“What’s that love?” he teased

She playfully slapped him across his head giggle while she watched him reposition himself, so that he could line his cock up with her entrance. He paused for a second, looking over to her bedside table

“Condom?” he asked pointing at the drawer

“Bit late for that don’t you think?” Poppy rubbed her hands over her tiny bump “Unless you have any STD’s I need to worry about?”

“I’m clean” he smiled, leaning down and kissing her forehead “you ready?” he asked, giving his cock a few pumps with his hand as he lined it up with her entrance again. She wrapped her arms around his head, draping her hands at the back of his neck. He pushed into her, and she let out a small whimper, feeling the burn of him inside. It had been a while since she’d had anyone inside her, and he was nowhere near as big as Harry.

“You good?” he breathed, sensing her reluctance

“Yeah” she nodded, “keep going” she bit her lip and dug her nails into his shoulders. With a few more pumps, the burn subsided, and her body filled with pleasure. He pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, moaning against her neck, they began working together to reach their highs. She felt the pressure building in the pit of her stomach as Harry slowed his thrusts “Don’t stop” she whispered, and he quickened his pace again, using his left hand to rub circles around her clit. Within seconds, she felt herself coming undone, fire rushing through her body

“Such a good girl” he smirked as he felt her throbbing around him. The sounds of her moans brought him undone too and she brushed her fingers through his hair while he came inside her.

He pulled out and lay his head next to hers on the pillow, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her in closer to him, placing a kiss on her temple.

“I love you Poppy” he whispered, sleep slowly taking over him

“I love you too Harry”

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darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts · 5 years

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Could you write something more crackish or funny? What if the wormhole just randomly kept appearing and dropping things in the sengoku that weren't supposed to be there? Like one day Hideyoshi is doing paperwork and whatnot and suddenly there's a pizza delivery boy in his lap lmao

I can but try my dear @actualdemonbianca I’m sorry it took a while to reply I hope you enjoy this.

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Night time in Sengoku. While Azuchi castle sleeps someone receives a call from a certain friendly neighbourhood ninja.

“Sasuke...c-can wormholes have... personalities? I mean is it possible?” Mc asks as they sip their tea.

“Curious question. Interesting...” Sasuke pauses, cup in hand as he thinks. “If it did, I would first have to theorise that it was possible that one would have some sort of sentient intelligence. Then that it could have the ability to form what we would recognise and call personality traits and markers.” Sasuke who had been ramblingly engrossed in his own musings looked up at Mc seeing them sitting staring at him a slightly glazed look on their face, mouth a little open in confusion. *clears throat* “Excuse me. What makes you ask?”

“Well...”

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It had started with minor annoyances. Brushes being moved when he was writing, tea set not being where he left it. He had thought that a maid might have been responsible but the more these things happened the more he realised that there was, in fact, no one around during the times the incidents occurred.

All of those things were small compared to what happened next. He was doing his usual inspections around the castle proper. Checking on staff to make sure everyone had everything they needed and making sure no one needed any extra help. Sliding back one door to what should have been an empty room he froze.

Every inch of the room was covered in various different sized orb like objects. What in the…?

“Hideyoshi!”

The sound of his name had him inadvertently jump causing his kimono to catch on one of the orbs which sent a stack of them tumbling and bouncing all over the room. In an effort to contain the new oddities Hideyoshi quickly shut the doors to the room and turned to look at Masa who was rushing up the hallway towards him.

“Masa how many times do I have to say don’t run in the halls?”

“I wasn’t running I was walking fast. Besides that, look at this.” Masa smiled broadly as he held up something that looked like it was so full of sugar that Nobunaga would be very pleased to eat all of it and receive more.

“What is it?” Hideyoshi took the flat shaped baked good and looked at all the brightly coloured candied fruit attached to it. Definitely unhealthy.

“Mc just helped make it in the kitchen I’m going to make more and serve them at tomorrows banquet.” Masa snapped off part of the edible object in Hideyoshi’s hand and shoved it happily into his mouth. He let out a delighted groan at the flavour before looking closer at Hideyoshi. “Hey, you look like Yasu last time I set off a firecracker in his study.”

“Yeah, I’m… Hey, what do you mean you set off a firecracker in his study? Do you know how dangerous that is?” Hideyoshi flustered at the idea that Masa had done something so reckless. How do you? Why would you? Uh… seriously Masa what the hell do you expect me to do with you?

“It was cool it was only a small one. So… what’s in the room?” Masa Shrugged clearly unconcerned by basic health and safety. Honestly, it was a wonder the man hadn’t lost more of his body in one of his “moments of genius”.

“Room? What room?” Hideyoshi stepped further in front of the doors to the room of orbs behind him. Looking very much like a child trying to hide a secret.

“The one you jumped out of like Shogetsu when he’s playing.”

“Oh err… It’s nothing.”

“Cool so you won’t mind me looking then.” Masa brushed Hideyoshi to the side and slide the doors open without hesitation.

“Hey! Masa wai-“

“Mm… guess you were telling the truth then.”

“Huh?” Masa’s declaration had him dumbfounded. His jaw dropped as he saw the room exactly as it should have been. Empty... completely and utterly empty.

“And there was me expecting to see something terrible. Oh well, I’ll get back to the kitchen, these things won’t make themselves. See ya.” Masa left after satisfying his own curiosity and made his way happily back to the kitchens.

“Yeh… err ... see ya.” Hideyoshi replied as he began walking around the room tapping walls and the floor. Where in the seven hells did all those things go?

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Nothing unusual happened for the rest of that day. Actually, things passed by completely normally for a few days. It was when he was just starting to relax and had almost forgotten the curious vanishing orbs when he was hit with the memory again, literally.

– Bam –

“AH!” Hideyoshi slumped over his desk his pipe in hand after feeling a strange impact on the back of his head. Turning around he saw one of those orb things again. Was that what hit me? He barely finished asking that in his own mind when it began to rain more on his head from above.

Peering past his raised arms to see the source of this localised orb storm he saw a swirling greyish/ black thing. Huh? The falling object stopped and the mysterious floating thing vanished. He remembered Mc telling him about that thing that brought her here. What was it they called them again? A … mole hole? No that didn’t sound right. Rabbit hole? Snake hole?... Wormhole! That was it a wormhole. Still knowing that didn’t explain what these… things are.

Hideyoshi picked one up and looked at it. It was about the size of a watermelon but it had a different colour skin and texture of it was strange too. He was attempting to walk forward when he stepped on a smaller orb and fell. Ok, this is stupid. First, I get hit with one of these things and then the offspring of one trips me. Damn these things are dangerous, take that. He threw the orb he had in his hands and it ricocheted off the wall across from him sending it back with the same amount of force as he had tossed it straight into his face. Knocking him back on his backside once more.

“Ack! Ouch!” His cry alerted Mc who was just next door.

“Hideyoshi? Honey are you ok?” As they slide open the door to check on their boyfriend. Hideyoshi was left sitting in the middle of his room holding his nose watching all of the orbs pop like bubbles around him. “Oh, my gods! Hideyoshi what happened? Did you fall over?”

“Not exactly.” He pinched the bridge of his swollen nose as he pulled out a hand towel to clean himself with. “Mc we need to talk.”

“Oh? What about?”

“Wormholes.”

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“I see so the message you left with Yukimura in town for me was to ask about this?” Sasuke nodded sagely as he listened to the story.

“Yes. I mean it didn’t exactly stop at just sports balls either.” Mc sipped their tea still thinking.

“Oh? What else did it bring?” Sasuke perked up at this new information, pulling out a notebook and searching for his brush and ink.

“Loads of things and well Hideyoshi was taking a bath one night and apparently the wormhole snowed on him.”

“Snowed?” Sasuke’s hand stilled as he looked up at Mc to check that he had heard them correctly.

“Yes… I mean I thought it was a joke too but he was freezing. Oh, oh and there was the time he tried to leave his room to come to mine and every time he opened the door to leave, he found himself in the garden.” Mc was giggling at this last bit of information clearly the incident had been enjoyable for them.

“Curious. It would seem that the wormhole is targeting Hideyoshi. But for what reason I couldn’t say without further investigation.”

“Well, I’m just thankful that nothing else futurey has happened. I hope it has given up.”

– Tap, Tap, Tap –

“Mc!?” The panicked voice of Hideyoshi called from the doorway.

“Yes?” Mc quickly got up and pulled the doors open. Sasuke remained in place. It was not like Hideyoshi was unaware of his existence. But he did hope that if he remained as still as possible, he might not be noticed in the other man’s lover’s bedroom at this time of night.

“I have no idea who it was. But I was just climbing into bed and they landed on me.” Hideyoshi was running his hand through his hair looking sheepish as he tried to explain.

“Who landed on you?” Mc poked their head out of the door further. A young man was holding a square box that Mc instantly recognised.

“Erm… This is your 12-inch triple cheese stuffed crust pizza you ordered” Replied the young man dressed in yellow and red with a baseball cap and handed Hideyoshi a receipt with this box and vanished into thin air. Sasuke was unable to maintain his stealthy position within the room after hearing the word pizza and had joined Mc at her bedroom door.

All 3 looked at the spot where the delivery had been. The only sign that it was not some group hallucination was the box that was still in Hideyoshi’s stunned hands.

“Well … Free Pizza as someone else has already paid for it” stated Sasuke. “Anyone want a slice?” Quick as a flash he removed the box from the warlord’s hands and was already opening it up.

“A slice? A What?” Spluttered Hideyoshi obviously suffering from shock and confusion after what had befallen him. “I’ve heard of deliveries coming to the rear entrance before, but not from above and definitely NOT whilst I’m getting into bed! Besides that, what the hell is that ninja doing in your room at this time of night?”

“Ah… I can explain.” Sasuke removed another slice of pizza and adjusted his glasses on his face. “I’m a time travelling food critic.”

“A time travelling what?” Hideyoshi roared as he drew his sword.

“Oops… See ya around Mc. Thanks for the pizza!” Sasuke vanished at ninja speed into the night.

“Great now I have to worry about deliveries falling from the heavens and a time travelling food cryptic.”

“I think you mean critic dear.”

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aurora-the-kunoichi · 5 years

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Chance Meetings Chapter Six

Reader and Turtles

It had been nearly 2 months since you met the turtles and almost every day after work you would head down below the streets of New York and visit your new unique friends. Each time you visited you felt your connection with all of them strengthen. It became less and less awkward when you walked into their lair calling out your hellos usually slinging a couple pizzas for them in the process. You were finding it a pleasant routine you had begun with them, to where if you were a little late you would get a call making sure you were alright. It was refreshing to say the least.

Splinter had agreed to let you watch their training sessions and after some time eventually let you participate, helping you hone your skills. This was the training you needed, one on one full contact. The classes you paid for were childsplay, mostly talking and watching demonstrations. The contact from your fellow students gave minimal progress, demonstrated by your failure in the alleyway. You were there to learn how to protect yourself and learn the art that was ninjutsu.

Now you were practicing and participating with full contact and full repercussions. Thankfully the guys took it easy on you but still managed to leave a few bruises in their wake. You found when you spared with Leo it was very physical. ‘Full contact’ was an understatement when it came to the leader in blue, but you didn’t mind. You relished the feel of his body against yours, his strong arms pressing you down into the matte, his hot breath gliding over the back of your neck when he pinned you down his plastron resting on your back. You could feel his muscled legs moving over yours, burning every inch of your covered skin. It was maddening and yet oh so delightful.

There were many times you had to rush home to take care of the burning heat he had ignited between your thighs, crying out his name as you came. It left you breathless and unsatisfied wanting the real thing. And you were finding it harder and harder to concentrate on training with him looking at you like that. Like you were his prey and you were the little lamb ready to be eaten. The unexpected erotic vision of Leo between your spread thighs plunging his hot tongue into your core made you weak in the knees making your collapse under the current weight of Donatello.

Opening your eyes you saw Donnie’s big brown eyes staring down at you his long body hovering just above you. “Are you alright? Your legs just kinda gave out underneath you? Was I being too hard on you?” Sitting back on his haunches so you could sit up your eyes darted around the room finding Leo with a sly smile on his face. He knew, the smug bastard.

“No I’m fine, just a little distracted by my current work load. Let’s go again.” You flipped up to your feet and readied the bo staff you were currently working with. But Splinter raised his hand and stopped the session.

“I think that is enough for tonight, besides I think there is celebration in order.” His dark eyes moved to you motioning to the kitchen were Mikey had just produced a large cake with burning candles on top. Those sneaky little fuckers knew it was your birthday? You hadn’t told anyone so how did…..? Snapping your gaze forward, you looked the genius in the eyes and he blushed sheepishly returning his bo to the holster on his back. He had done some background checks on you and found out it was your birthday today.

“Why would you hide that from us?” he asked softly motioning for you to hand him back the bo staff.

With the flick of your wrist the staff connected with his palm and his long green fingers enclosed around it. “I guess I don’t like anyone fussing over me, besides birthdays have never been a real big deal for me anyways. I wasn’t hiding it; I just didn’t tell you the information.”

Before you could say anything else two large green arms encircled you bringing you up into the air swinging you about. From the height and gloves on his fingers you could tell it was Raphael. Your hands instinctively wrapped around the thick appendages he called forearms as you held on for dear life while he began to spin. “Happy birthday pipsqueak.” His deep voice thundered behind you before setting you back down on the ground placing a kiss to the top of your head.

You could see Mikey motioning for you to come to the kitchen, he was proud of his cake and wanted you to see it. Reaching the table you smiled sweetly at the youngest turtle appreciating the hard work he put into the cake for your birthday. It was your favorite color and he wrote ‘Happy Birthday” on the top with his sloppy handwriting. He was the sweetest there was no doubt.

Donnie pulled out a chair for you and pushed in it as you sat and Mikey set the cake in front of you the candles still flicking on top.

The sudden presence behind you and a firm set of hands resting on your shoulders sent a shiver down your spin. And when Leo leaned down moving the hair away from your ear so delicately you felt your skin rise in a million goose bumps and your lungs stop for a few seconds. His lips ghosted your earlobe like he had done so many times before and whispered into your ear.

“Make a wish.”

Trying your damnedest to keep your composure intact you took a deep breath and blew every single candle out sending smoking spiraling into the open cavern of the lairs ceiling. As you watched the smoke tendrils drift higher you thought of the wish you had just made blushing at the thought of it. Maybe it would happen someday; maybe you would finally feel his lips against yours, your bodies pressed together in the lustful bliss. Leo’s naked body above you taking what you so desperately wanted to give, bringing you both…… ok that’s enough. You were day dreaming again and everyone was staring at you.

You smiled again feeling the blush in your cheeks and thanked everyone. Mikey removed the spent candles from the cake and began to divvy up the sugary treat. Surprisingly the cake was delicious, who knew Mikey was an excellent baker? You gave him a hearty thumbs up as you wiped a smudge of frosting from your lips. He was pleased as punch you loved his cake and insisted you brought some home with you; otherwise Raphael would eat it all. That comment earned the youngest a smack to the back of the head.

Finishing the evening off with a movie, Leonardo sat right next to you his hand resting on the side of your thigh. It took every ounce of your self control not to lay your land on his thick muscled thigh while you watched the movie and even more control not to lean your head on his shoulder. You so desperately wanted more contact with sword-wielder and found your stubborn shyness preventing you from getting what you wanted.

After the movie ended Leo and Mikey escorted you back to the surface to your car making sure you got inside safely. Mikey handed you a piece of cake he had delicately wrapped up for you and gave you a quick kiss to the cheek telling you happy birthday one more time before bouncing back into the shadows. Which left you alone with Leo and you could see his hands twitching at his sides.

“Thank you for tonight.” You smiled up at him catching his brilliant blue gaze. Opening the car door you placed your birthday cake on the passenger seat and turned back to the blue banded turtle to say our good nights. Just as you turned he caught your chin with his three fingered hand holding you gently in front of his face. The scent of mint tea and blade oil overwhelmed you feeling his hot breath across your already heated cheeks. Then you saw the sparkle in his eyes and you could see him struggle with something before moving forward pressing his lips to yours. The breath caught in your throat feeling his hand slid up and across your cheek cupping it. You could feel his hot tongue dart out running over your bottom lip asking for permission for entrance and you gladly obliged. With a broad sweep, his tongue moved over yours as his mouth slanted farther over your mouth deepening the impulsive kiss. You felt heat pool at your core when Leo moaned into your mouth feeling your tongue entangle with his. He tasted divine and you never wanted this kiss to end but as quick as the sweet gesture started it ended leaving you both breathless.

As your reeling senses leveled you ran your tongue over your lips tasting Leo once again reigniting the blush in your cheeks. The kiss was everything you dreamt it would be; sweet, gentle and left you aching for more.

You locked eyes again seeing the bubbling passion in his blue gaze, you could tell even he didn’t want the kiss to end but he was honorable and wouldn’t take it any farther in a dimly lit parking lot with his younger brother lollygagging nearby.

You wanted to reach out and pull him down for another kiss but his hand reached out his fingers curling under your chin and his thumb ran over your bottom lip. Your gut clenched when he bit his bottom lip and told you goodnight before following his brother into the shadows.

What a birthday.

Chapter Five

Happy Birthday @lunarkittythings

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sparksthatfly · 5 years

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Love is Made of a Cup of Sugar, a Hint of Spice and a Pinch of Madness

“Pipe down,” said Nan. She was trying to hear the 7 O'Clock news. The same gassy old man burped up the news. He spoke so slowly he made our pastor sound like Eminem.

Mr Patel and my Nan lived next door to each other and one day Mr P. broke down a piece of that wall to build a door, well actually, a beaded curtain.

Tonight, he was making his famous spicy curry for dinner. Mr P. looks a bit like a tanned walrus. His prolific grey mustache curls down the sides of mouth and grey stubble dot his chin. His bushy eyebrows often raise above his tortoiseshell glasses with another cheeky response that would slide across his lips.

He sang as he cooked, instinctively tucking his fingers into bright spices and adding them into his curry. The smell of strong after-shave and turmeric wafted through the apartment.

The radio was still playing in the background. Slow-talker Schimmel was interviewing a gentleman involved in the making of the new Gillette advertisement pushing men to be ‘be better’ and ‘slamming toxic masculinity ‘. Ultimately, it gave off the feeling that ‘men are toxic’. After years of celebrating masculinity, Gillette infuriated loyal male customers in the masses.

Mr Patel couldn’t care less about the interview. He called out, “Erma, how can you listen to that man. He’s so boring. He makes me want to fall asleep in your kitchen.” He quickly walked into his apartment and came back bustling through the beaded curtain with a tape in his hand. He pressed it into my gran’s radio and blasted what sounded like a Bollywood soundtrack.

Nan tilted her head back and breathed in the atmosphere that is Mr Patel. Replying to my curious look, she said, “ I never traveled Love, but when Mr Patel is here I feel like I’m a million miles away. I feel like a little piece of India has broken off and is standing in my kitchen.”

My gran told me that she only started to know Mr Patel one early Summer morning. Nan had coincidentally come out to water her pansies at the same time Mr Patel was tending to his herb garden.

He hadn’t realized she was there. He laid back in the dark green plastic garden chair on his balcony. After a brief sigh, he started speaking in Hindi.

My gran, who had seen so many seniors going loony living alone chirped,” Mr Patel, who are you speaking to?”

“He looked like he was speaking to a ghost,” Nan said.

He was so stifled his glasses fell off his face as he rapidly turned to see who was up at 5 AM - a time he reserved for private solace.

“Please, call me Rajesh,” he said when he discovered it was Erma leaning on her rusty balcony bars.

“Can I call you Raj?” smiled Erma.

“Actually, Mr Patel was fine,” he said in a half sarcastic, half happy manner.

“Are you okay, Rajesh?” Erma asked sympathetically.

He rested his quivering lips against his fingers, trying to fight back tears biting the back of his throat, “I had the most beautiful wife in the world. She’s been dead for ten years. But, I still miss her. Every. Single. Day.”

“So, you come out here and speak to her when you think no-one is listening,” Erma interrupted. Rajesh looked away and dried his tears on an initialed handkerchief from his wife - no doubt.

“You know there’s no shame in loving someone. To be honest I’m a little jealous ...” Erma pulled a cigarette from a box hidden in her pot plants, taking a drag as she reveled in her envy. Sure, she had been married. Even before he left to buy some milk and never came back, she knew he was in love with someone else - the one who got away. For a second she couldn’t help but pretend she was Fatima (her imagined name for Rajesh’s wife).

The next day at 7 AM (5 AM became a time Erma avoided as an unspoken rule) she called out from her balcony,” Mr Patel, do you have a cup of sugar I could borrow?” After his feet dragged his leather slippers to his own balcony he replied, “Madam, you can call me Rajesh,” he said as he slightly wobbled his head as he spoke. “Well do you?” she curled her faint lips.

When he came back Erma was sitting on her balcony with a tea kettle and two cups. “Would you like some tea, Rajesh?” she said sweetly. Her bright blue eyes that always shone with childlike content melted his suspicious mind. “Why do you want my sugar?” he questioned playfully. “For the tea. And, maybe I’ll bake a cake later,” she beamed.

Weeks went by ‘asking for sugar’. Sometimes Erma asked for sugar and sometimes it was Rajesh. And, on days they were feeling blue it was okay to say,” I’m sorry but I don’t have any sugar”.

Then, one Sunday they decided to go out for coffee together. There was an excellent restaurant downstairs from their apartments called Wendy’s Waffle House. Erma met Rajesh at the restaurant after she went to church. An ebony waitress with thin eyebrows and her wavy fringe pressed to her forehead came to take their orders. She looked like her meant to be job was auditioning for The Great Gatsby. Ultimately, her coquettish demeanor was shattered by her northern accent. She sounded like Amy Winehouse when she spoke.

As Wendy’s Waffle House became a regular spot for Erma and Rajesh, they became increasingly protective over their favorite waitress and friend - Ivy.

Ivy didn’t seem to have her eye on any particular guy. They all seemed manufactured by her insistence to have a bad boy. They all came stomping into the waffle house with their heavy black boots, slick hair and tattooed arms, looking for Ivy to take her on a date. She would come running out the restaurant’s bathroom dressed up and ready to go.

Erma and Rajesh would scowl at her 24-hour boyfriends. Eventually, Rajesh couldn’t take it anymore and demanded to meet her dates. It became such a regular litmus test Ivy’s manager would joke,” Ol’ Karma over there is going to grill his ars,” whenever a new date arrived. Ivy secretly liked it. Where she came from there was nobody who cared enough to see if a man was worth his salt.

Out of the blue, on a Tuesday, after Ivy had cleared the cups from Erma and Rajesh’s table she asked when they would be back at the restaurant. She smoothed her denim apron admitting that there was a guy she liked and she wanted them to meet him.

Mr Patel almost fell over whilst Miss Wise smiled so widely that her wrinkled pink cheeks thinned her cheerful blue eyes. “Oh, that fabulous!” she cooed.

Mr Patel with a serious look reasoned,” Why don’t you bring him up to my apartment and I’ll make my famous curry?”

Miss Wise sensing that this could be a bit invasive suggested,” At least let them go on a date first. We’ll make some tea at my place.”

“I’ll bring the sugar,” replied Mr Patel.

It was early Saturday afternoon. Ivy and her new boyfriend came to visit Mr Patel and Miss Wise. They were playing cards on her tiny balcony, drinking tea. Well, Rajesh was drinking tea and Erma was drinking Irish coffee. Cigarettes weren’t the only thing she hid in her pot plants.

Although Ivy’s date had a full sleeve of tattoos, his cotton collared shirt and freshly pressed jean shorts impressed Mr Patel. Miss Wise couldn’t help but notice the fresh bouquet of sunflowers resting on the cardboard box her date was carrying. He placed the box on the table to give Mr Patel a firm handshake and Miss Wise a gentle hug. He then handed Ivy the bouquet, she blushed.

“Hi, I’m John. It’s nice to meet you both. You mean a lot to Ivy.”

Mrs Wise curiously peaked inside the box. A group of puppies huddled together were sleeping. John explained that he had recently found this abandoned box of puppies outside his tattoo parlor and that he was planning to find them homes but at that moment he didn’t want to leave them alone. “Miss Wise would you mind looking after the puppies while we go out on our date,” he asked kindly.

Erma would have looked after a T-Rex if John had asked because he was such a good-looking and charming young man.

Rajesh inquired,” Erma and I are having curry tonight if you and John would like to join us?” The moment Ivy and John agreed the goofiest smile Erma had ever seen snuck up upon Rajesh’s face.

The date started with a picnic at Hyde Park. The only thing John had in his picnic basket was a bottle of wine and blanket with the Union Jack printed on it. He ran down the street to get a takeaway pizza. “A heart-shaped pizza,” Ivy exclaimed, “You are the cheesiest guy I have ever met,” she grinned.

“I thought we’d be tourists for a day,” John replied.

“Cheesy tourists,” Ivy cheekily touted.

Next, they took a cab to the London Eye. When their glass bubble finally arrived he pulled out a small Bose speaker from the picnic basket he still had in his hand and started scrolling down a list of songs on his phone. He settled on ‘I can’t get no satisfaction’. He looked around at the four other people in the glass capsule and said, “Does everyone know this song? Aren’t the Rolling Stones great?”

John was the type of guy who always lived like there was nothing to lose. Ivy found him seductively strange.

A German man wearing a canary yellow jersey with a bright blue collared shirt, matching pants and designer sunglasses pushed Ivy towards John. She stumbled towards him and grabbed his waist. He spun her until she was dizzy. The metro male German and matching wife were jiving in the background. But, the two voluptuous South African ladies who were brightly dressed in green outdanced everyone. When the ride was over, John quickly grabbed his speaker off the floor and they both hurried out of the capsule feeling invigorated and silly in the best way.

Their last stop was the pinnacle of every tourist’s experience in London - trying to make a Buckingham Palace guard smile.

It was time to go back to Erma’s apartment.

Dinner politely moved over to Mr Patel’s apartment, next door. Between the vibrant atmosphere and spicy dishes even John, a stranger, could see the chemistry between Miss Wise and Mr Patel. Between their private jokes and trinket arguments was some sort of spark. As he took another spoonful of curry John blurted out,” I’m surprised there’s even a wall between the two of you.”

Miss Wise’s cheeks turned bright red. But, Mr Patel’s eyes widened and almost exploded as his ego inflated trying to protect itself from a truth he hadn’t thought about before…

John quickly defused the situation,” I just meant you’re such good friends that you could be roommates.”

Ivy sardonically whispered, “Good save, Mate.”

hat night John’s words were fixated in Rajesh’s mind. “Mmm â€¦ Roommate, it could be fun,” he thought. He could finally have the beaded curtain he always wanted. He was secretly fascinated with hippie culture. He remembered walking into a flamboyant record shop with hippie slogans and floral designs on the walls and the smell of marijuana that clung to the air. He shrugged thinking about how incense and Yoga were never anything new to him but it would be nice to be a little more ridiculous and free for once.

His used his fixation to mask what or who he was thinking about.

The next day he phoned John. A professional sounding voice responded to his call.Rajesh was dumbstruck by the response and asked again if it was John on the other side of the phone.

“It’s me, Mr P., can I phone you back I have to operate on a Jack Russel right now.”

“John, I thought you owned a tattoo shop.”

“I have part ownership in a tattoo parlor and I’m a vet.”

“I would give this man my blessing tomorrow to marry Ivy, he’s a doctor,” Rajesh thought to himself, “An animal doctor but still a doctor.”

“Hey John, will you help me break down a wall?” he asked awkwardly.

“Uhm, sure. Let me phone a friend to help,” John never expected his comment at dinner to be taken seriously.

The next day whilst he was helping John break down a piece of his wall and put in a bright orange beaded curtain, Ivy went shopping for Miss Wise.

Rajesh entered her apartment like a genie from a lamp through the hole in the wall when Erma arrived at her apartment. She yelped, “ Is this your idea of an overdue mid-life crisis. I was hoping for a much younger girlfriend or for you to become Uber’s first tuk-tuk driver in London.”

Rajesh rolled his eyes, “Don’t you see we’re roommates now.”

“The real rebels of Bloomberg apartments,” Erma chuckled.

“Hippies, actually…”

“I get it,” tears of laughter streaming down her face, “Communal living.” “

She calmed her laughter which seemed to be bruising his dreams and his ego like a soft peach.” I think it’s a lovely idea Rajesh. Life would be so boring without you, Deary,” she admitted tenderly.

Erma went to bed but Rajesh stayed up and sat on his balcony praying to Ganesh - the remover of obstacles. He finally admitted to himself that he was falling for a woman who’s not his wife and nor is she Indian. Ganesh whispered,” I am not the god you are looking for.” His mind veered to the God of Duty - Vishnu. Rajesh wondered if there were any obligations he truly had left toward his community.

He had been a faithful husband, a good father and a stable pillar of his community for many decades. Was it not, in fact, his duty to live his life to the fullest. He didn’t want to live the last remaining years of his life with any regrets. He walked through the beaded curtain, towards Erma’s bedroom. He laid behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

Erma woke up to a familiar warmth and asked,” Why are you in my bed?”

“You were right I am having a midlife crisis but it’s not over yet. I need a much younger girlfriend.”

Perhaps when Nan is speaking about her spicy neighbour it’s not in reference to his cooking ...

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Girls vs. Boys - Part 9

Genre: Summer Camp!AU

Pairing: Chanyeol x You

By Admin B

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

You had been wondering earlier if he would try to kiss you, and now you had your answer.

But instead of answering him verbally, you simply lifted your hand up to cradle his cheek and leaned in to press your lips to his.

Lord knows where that bout of courage came from, but... oh, well!

He smiled into the kiss, and you felt one hand lightly wrap around your wrist while the other came to rest on your knee. You didn’t kiss for very long, though, because... I mean, it was your first. It was short and sweet.

But when you pulled away, Chanyeol swept back in for another, muffling your giggles as he kissed you about three more times.

“This is crazy,” you whispered, shaking your head when his kisses ceased.

“Why?” he murmured, lifting his hand from your knee and bringing it up to tuck some hair behind your ear.

“Because! Two days ago, we were literally throwing food at each other.”

“I’m starting to think all the negative feelings I had toward you were really just not negative feelings in disguise.”

You furrowed your brow in thought, thinking back just a few days ago when you’d thought you hated him.

“Maybe... Honestly, I think it was a combination of never actually getting to know you and being pitted against you in the competition.”

“What, you weren’t secretly in love with me all this time?” he smirked.

You simply chuckled softly before leaning in to kiss him one more time.

“We should probably get back,” you pointed out, moving to get off the rock. You were almost afraid to look and see what time it was. You definitely didn’t want to be late picking up your kids since both of you would be late... That would be too suspicious.

You and Chanyeol held hands the whole way down the mountain, only letting go once you got out of the woods and back into plain sight at camp.

Thank goodness you did, too, because you ended up running into one of the directors on your way to the art building. She stopped you and Chanyeol, smiling when she realized she had just stopped you and Chanyeol together.

“Attempting to get along, I see,” she commented.

“Yes, ma’am,” Chanyeol replied with a nod. “We’re practically friends now.”

You knew your cheeks were turning pink at his comment, so you avoided the director’s gaze, hoping she wouldn’t notice.

“Good, good. I’m impressed with how you’ve managed to turn things around so quickly.”

“Believe me,” Chanyeol chuckled. “Me, too.”

...You almost choked on the laugh bubbling up in your throat.

“Anyway, we’ve got our second game of the competition tonight. One hour after dinner.”

“Oh?” you asked, finally making eye contact with her. “What is it?”

“It’s a quiz bowl. So brush those trivia skills off. Well, tell your campers to,” she grinned.

She took a step away from you two but then stopped herself.

“If you two keep up this camaraderie, I might just restore your curfew and privileges.” She nodded once before actually leaving.

“Yes,” Chanyeol hissed, lifting his hand for a high five. “I’ll bet we can go water-skiing in a couple of days.”

You slapped his hand gently, though you were narrowing your eyes at him.

“We’re practically friends now?”

“Well!” Chanyeol laughed. ”It’s not exactly a lie. We’re are almost friends. We’re just a step above, not below.”

You playfully hit his arm, and you could tell he was tempted to retaliate with a kiss. Honestly, you were tempted, too. But your campers were most definitely already waiting for you, and you knew you wouldn’t hear the end of it as it is.

When the art building came into sight, you could basically see the curiosity emanating from all your girls. You wondered if Chanyeol had told his campers anything, and you cursed yourself for not thinking and asking him earlier. You would have to remember tonight when you met up with him in the counselor’s lounge. (Because, even though you hadn’t actually talked about it, you knew you would be after lights out).

You made sure to thank the art teacher profusely as your campers left, apologizing for being late even though he assured you it was fine and your girls and boys had been wonderful.

When you and Chanyeol went your separate ways to your cabins, you tried not to be too obvious as you said good-bye to him. You glanced over your shoulder, just barely holding back a smile and a blush.

He threw caution to the wind and straight up winked at you.

As soon as you closed your cabin door behind you, your campers began asking about what you did with Chanyeol during your free time.

“You went hiking?! That’s not romantic!”

“You held hands?!

“Did you kiss?!”

“MAYBE?! Maybe means yes!”

Cue the high-pitched, ear-splitting squeals.

You quieted them down, waving your hands in the air to get their attention. “Guys, guys, guys. You have to keep quiet about this. I don’t want anyone to get in trouble - again. Okay?”

“We will zip our lips and throw away the key, we promise,” Layla assured you.

Before you forgot, you decided to tell them about the quiz bowl after dinner tonight.

“Also, we ran into the Director on the way to pick you up --”

“Ooh, you’re using ‘we’ now?” Eunice teased.

“-- and she informed me the second game of the competition is tonight.”

There was a collective gasp in the cabin.

“It’s going to be a quiz bowl, and I know for a fact girls are smarter than boys.”

“True, true.”

“Now, I think we should get out and have some fun. Relax and not work our brains too hard. Maybe some horseback riding? What do you say?”

All the girls agreed with some applause, and you sent them on their way to change into jeans before heading out to the barn.

You didn’t see Chanyeol again until dinner, where you tried your hardest not to stare at him. You knew if you did, there would be very obvious hearts in your eyes.

You’d never been that great at hiding your emotions.

But you also tried not to run into him at all because you hadn’t had time to change or shower after your lengthy horseback riding adventure. You most definitely smelled like a farm, and you more than likely had some dust on your face.

Chanyeol probably wouldn’t care (because he liked you, and when you liked someone, you didn’t care if they weren’t exactly the cleanest... right?) but you cared. You’d only been on one date, for goodness’ sake, and not even a real date. You still wanted to impress him and put your best foot forward.

So you managed to sneak out of the mess hall without garnering his attention, and you and the girls quickly freshened up before the quiz game.

Your heart was racing all the way down to the campfire where the games would be held. The director explained, once everyone arrived, that the younger cabins would go first and your cabin would end the night. Each game would last fifteen minutes with the directors asking as many age-appropriate questions as they could in that timespan. Whichever cabin answered the most questions correctly would win and collect the points. If two cabins tied, they would simply split the points.

You and your girls sat through the first three games listening attentively and murmuring the answers to yourselves. Obviously, your questions would be different and more challenging, but it was good practice to get their brains a little warmed up.

The 8 and 9-year-old girls won while the 10-year-old and 11-year-old boys won their respective games, and when the director finally announced the beginning of the 12-year-old game, you and your girls hopped up immediately.

You weren’t allowed to join them or even stand in front of them in case you mouthed or signed the answer to them, so you took your place behind them. Chanyeol stood about ten feet away from you, and you both grinned at each other before the director asked the first question.

Well, here goes nothing.

You didn’t want to destroy Chanyeol’s cabin as you had at the first game, but... you did still want to win.

Your girls took the first few questions, and you couldn’t help but pump your fist to yourself, just barely restraining yourself from cheering out loud.

You didn’t look at Chanyeol. Just in case.

But then his boys took a few questions of their own, and you began to bite your lip nervously. There was still plenty of time left, though. Plenty of time to steal the game back.

After fifteen long, almost excruciating minutes, you tallied up the points in your head... And...

Wait, really?

“Well, ladies and gentleman, we have a tie,” the director announced gleefully. “So the 12-year-old boys and girls will be splitting their points.”

The director may have been joyful about this news, but your campers certainly weren’t. Both your girls and Chanyeol’s boys groaned and voiced their discontent.

The director dismissed everyone, and as you walked with your girls back to your cabin, you tried to look on the bright side.

“Hey, we still have more points than they do. If we win - or tie - the last game, we’ll get the pizza party!”

“But what if it’s something we’re not good at?”

“You’re good at everything! And even if you’re not, you’re good at trying your best. And that’s all I ask for,” you reminded them.

They still didn’t seem convinced, even though you repeated the fact you had more points than the boys more than once. And as you turned off the lights right at 9 o’clock, you reminded them yet again.

“Good night, girls. We still have more points than they do.”

As was now your tradition, you waited for about half an hour before leaving the cabin, locking the front door behind you and slipping the key into your pocket.

Previously, you’d only been excited to go to the lounge to have your relaxing cup of tea at the end of a long day.

But now you were excited for something else, too.

Because you knew Chanyeol would be there waiting for you.

Part 10

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Stray Cat - chapter one

Rating: Mature Word Count: 2608 Warnings: Past Abuse, Past Rape/Non-con, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut Summary: Phil Lester believes that if he does good things then good things will happen to him, so on one of the worst days of his life he invites a rain-soaked Neko boy named Dan into his home. Phil has never met a Neko before and he knows nothing about the dark system that has molded Dan. Dan is part of a repressed population with few rights, and as Phil gets to know him he can’t understand why – Dan is the most amazing person he has ever met. --- Phil was a positive person – it was just how he was raised. Always look on the bright side. If he broke a shoe lace, his mum would encourage him to think about the cool laces he could replace them with. If he dropped a snack on the pavement, think of the hungry squirrel that would enjoy it. As a 22-year-old man, he still found himself trying see the world in this way, though it was hard to see the silver lining in his current situation.

Phil tried to stop rubbing his eye, knowing that would make it hurt worse. He already had to take out his contacts and put on his glasses because he couldn’t leave his eye alone. While he was distracted, someone slipped into the booth beside him; he was sitting at his favorite seat in Starbucks. He looked up in surprise when she made a sound in the back of her throat to get his attention. “Linda!”

She gave a slight smile. “Hello, Phil. I almost didn’t recognize you in your glasses. Sorry I’m late.”

“No worries,” he said, though he’d been waiting for 30 minutes, and he hadn’t gotten a drink while waiting to be polite. She hadn’t responded to his texts either, but he pushed that thought out of his mind, melting in the warmth of her presence. Not that she was a very warm person – Phil would have loved to reach out and touch her, but he knew she would pull away, saying he was in her ‘personal bubble’. Still, he enjoyed being around her, or just anyone at the moment, because he’d had a truly awful day and he needed some comfort.

Linda had picked up their usual drinks on her way in, and she pushed his closer to him. He took a grateful sip of the caramel macchiato while she looked at him. She leaned closer, examining his face, and he inhaled, trying to catch the scent of her strawberry shampoo, but he couldn’t smell her over the overpowering aroma of coffee beans in the Starbucks. She leaned away after getting a good look at his eye. “Are you okay? How did you get a black eye?”

“It happened at work,” he explained, mentioning the stationary store. “I was on the register today and this customer went nuts on me. He tried to cut in line, saying he was in a hurry, and when I wouldn’t let him he grabbed a Terry’s chocolate orange off a display and threw it at my face.”

Her eyebrows knit together with concern, and the sight warmed his heart because he was very easy to please. “Poor baby. What happened next?”

Phil felt his cheeks get hot. “I might have sworn. Like, really. I cussed him out properly.”

“Oh,” she said, and he could tell from her expression that she’d figured out this wasn’t just an anecdote and that there might be some serious news coming. Linda asked, “Well, your manager understood, right? Anyone would swear at a customer under those circumstances.”

Phil frowned and broke eye contact. Unfortunately, Phil didn’t have an understanding manager and he wasn’t the best employee. While he was always cheerful and on time, he was naturally clumsy and he had knocked down so many displays that his manager had lost all patience with him. Also, this wasn’t just any customer. Phil explained, “No, Linda, I’m sorry. It didn’t go that way. This guy spends a lot of money in the shop, so when my manager came out of the back, things didn’t go well. The customer said I’d provoked him, and I admitted that I’d sworn at him…”

Linda sighed in disappointment. “Shit, Phil. Why do you never stand up for yourself?”

“I’m really sorry.” He tried to meet her eyes, but this time she looked away.

“You’re sorry because you were fired, aren’t you?” She sighed again.

He and Linda had been going out for about 6 months now, and Linda complained about her small apartment so often that they had recently started talking about her moving in, but the issue was that Phil could barely afford rent and Linda was still a full-time student. When he talked about living together, Linda said it wouldn’t make sense for her to move in when his finances were so unstable. He always assured her that it would be fine… it looked like Linda had been right. Knowing her answer, Phil insisted, “This doesn’t have to change anything. I’ll find another job. I’d still like you to move in.”

She shook her head. “Phil, do you even have anything in your savings right now?”

He bit his bottom lip before going on. “No. And actually…” He looks at the drink in his hands. He and Linda had an agreement: the person who arrives last at Starbucks picks up their drinks, and usually that was Linda. Since she was his girlfriend, he always handed her the cash for their drinks and whatever pastries they got while on their lunch date. Phil looked up, trying to be brave. “Actually, I don’t really have the money for even this. Could you please?”

Linda had been sipping her ice tea, but at his words she choked. Waving away his concern, she said, “Y-you’ve got to be kidding me!”

He blushed again. He remembered what she said earlier about sticking up for himself, and he wanted to remind her about how he paid to repair her car last month, about the concert tickets he’d bought her, and the restaurants he’d taken her to when he’d have been happy with pizza. Phil wasn’t bad with money, and he had enough to get by before he met Linda, but he stopped himself from saying this. He didn’t want to fight with her – he wanted her to make him feel better, so he said, “I’m really sorry.”

She gave her loudest sigh yet and shook her head. “I just don’t see how this is… I don’t see how we are…”

“What?” He asked. “What about us?”

“Phil, what happens next? With us? You’re seriously still talking about having a place together, but I’m picturing the next couple weeks. What if you can’t find another job? What do we do next?”

He shrugged. “Well, we won’t be able to go out to eat. I don’t want you to worry about me – I’ve lived off ramen noodles before. It’s going to be okay, Linda. As long as we have each other, I know it will be fine.”

“No.”

“What?”

She shook her head. “No, we won’t have each other. Phil, I can’t do this anymore.”

He spoke slowly, trying to process the situation. “You’re leaving me… because I’m broke?”

They stared at each other, and Phil thought that they must both be thinking about the same thing: how all she had to do was point at something at a shop window, and he would always buy it for her. She didn’t ask, but he would offer and she would accept. If love could be bought, that was what he had been desperately trying to do throughout their relationship, and she had been letting him try. This time, her cheeks were the ones that filled with a blush. “Are you calling me a whore who only was interested in your money?”

He just blinked.

“Fuck you,” she snapped, and before he saw her move he was hit in the face with her ice tea.

Phil spluttered in surprise as he tried to look at her, but the lenses of his glasses were wet and he could only tell that she had stood and was gathering her purse. “Linda, wait. I want to talk.”

“No. Maybe we’ll talk when you have you’re shit together, but until then leave me alone.” Before he could say anything else, he heard the bell on the door and he knew that she left.

He tried to clean his glasses with the napkins on the table, but the sugary tea was leaving a residue on the lenses. As Phil was debating going to the bathroom to clean his glasses, he heard a boom of thunder that was so loud it caused the glass in the window beside him to resonate with it. Looking out the window at the darkening view, he said under his breath, “Shi…ine a light.” After all, he’d caused enough trouble by swearing today.

Deciding to run for it before the rain started, Phil left the Starbucks after giving the busboy a quick apology for the mess that he and Linda made of the booth with the ice tea. Phil didn’t drive a car, so he would have to run the five blocks to his apartment.

He only made it three blocks before it started raining heavily. It was cold, and he had already been shivering from the ice tea that was soaking his t-shirt and pants. He was wearing a jacket, but it was thin and did not retain much warmth. Since his face was soaked, he didn’t realize he was crying until his chest started hitching with sobs. Phil looked around until he spotted a patch of dry pavement, which was under the awning of a restaurant that closed last month. They had taken their outdoor dining tables and chairs with them when they closed, so Phil slid to the ground and shivered, hoping that the rain would stop soon.

He wondered where Linda was now; probably warm at home since she had a car. He thought about what she said, how he should contact her once he had his life together, but Phil pushed the idea from his head. Today had been awful, and Linda didn’t help, so he wasn’t sure that he wanted her back, even if he did find a job and became financially stable like she wanted. He wanted warmth right now, and not just the lack of physical warmth that was making him tremble. He wanted someone to hold him, tell him that the awful things that happened today had happened for a reason, and that tomorrow would be better because he was a good person and he hadn’t done anything to deserve to feel like this.

“W-wow,” he said to himself, stuttering in the cold. He was hugging his knees to his chest as he tried to stop shaking. “I-I don’t miss Linda because wasn’t nice… and I’m comparing her to my mum. I-I should call… myself Oedipus.” Phil looked up. He liked making people laugh, and he forgot for a moment that he was alone and that no one was there to laugh at his stupid joke, but when he looked to his right he saw a boy sitting nearby. He hadn’t been there a moment ago. “Holy s—”

The boy, who had been smiling at him, flinched at Phil’s shocked exclamation. He looked skittish and like he wanted to run, but he let Phil take in his appearance. Phil noticed first that this wasn’t an ordinary boy, and for a moment he was tempted to wipe his rain-streaked glasses to see if he was seeing correctly, but no. His vision was fine. The boy had a long brown tail that was wrapped around his ankles – he was sitting with his knees pulled to his chest like Phil – and he had pointed brown cat ears that were prominently on display on his head, since his brown hair was sopping wet. Though Phil had never seen a Neko in real life, he knew this boy had to be one. They were very rare and he never expected to see one randomly in the street.

Nekos didn’t have the same rights as ordinary people, and as far as Phil knew all Nekos had owners or people who looked after them. Phil blinked for a moment at the Neko, expecting a person to materialize in a moment and claim him, but there was no one else around and the Neko just blinked solemnly back at him. Phil noticed a few more things during this silent exchange: the boy was young – a teenager maybe – and he was soaking wet. He had obviously been in the rain longer than Phil and his wet t-shirt was clinging to his thin frame.

Phil shifted to take off his damp jacket, and the Neko flinched again, and this time he seemed like he might run. His ears went flat against his head. “No, wait!” Phil said, extending the jacket. “Here, I just wanted to give you this.”

The Neko did not move to take it, and Phil wondered if he didn’t understand. He barely knew anything about Nekos, but he was pretty sure they could talk and understand speech. Then, he saw something in the boy’s chocolate-brown eyes. He was intelligent and he understood Phil, but he was suspicious. Phil extended the jacket further. “Please, take it. You’ll be helping me if you do. My mum told me that good things happen to people who do good things. I could use some good things about now, so you have to let me do this good deed.”

A slight smile returned to the Neko’s lips, and he accepted the jacket. He pulled it on and zipped it up to his chin, though he continued to shiver. His ears, which had been pushed back, shifted slightly forward. Then he closed his eyes, sagging against the wall and looking exhausted.

Phil looked at the sky to see that the rain was slowing and he was tempted to start walking home again, but he looked back to the Neko. “Hey, are you lost?” When the Neko just opened his eyes to blink at him, he asked, “Do you need help?”

Instead of answering, the boy shut his eyes again and he ignored Phil.

Phil frowned, unsure. He would like to help by offering more than a jacket, but he couldn’t force the boy to go with him. With a sigh, he got up, and the sound of his shoes on the pavement startled the Neko who suddenly looked very small as he huddled on the ground, trying to warm himself. “The rain is slowing down,” Phil said lamely with a gesture. “I’m… just going to go home now.”

The Neko continued to stare at him, but something had shifted in his eyes. He didn’t look so indifferent anymore; he looked scared. Phil got the feeling that the boy didn’t want to be alone.

Phil didn’t want to be alone, either. “I don’t live far from here. I hate the idea of going inside out of the rain and leaving you out here… I have food if you’re hungry.”

The Neko didn’t respond, but he looked pensive as he rubbed the fabric at the cuff of Phil’s jacket between his fingertips. His ears swiveled and twitched. There was no sound but the pattering of the rain on the pavement.

Finally, Phil looked away. He was shivering so badly without his jacket and he just wanted to get warm. Without continuing the one-sided conversation, he turned and started for home. He hadn’t gone a block when he turned at the sound of footsteps behind him and he saw that he was being followed by the hunched form of the Neko boy, and Phil smiled at him.

Continuing home, Phil worried that it was a bit dangerous to invite a stranger into his house, but then he pushed the thought away. This wasn’t the same as inviting a person in, since the boy wasn’t completely human. No, this was more like being followed home by a stray cat, and that wasn’t so scary.

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Something Just Like This - Chapter 3

Happy birthday @icemankris! Here is something I finished a bit early just for you. :)

Previous Chapters

Chapter Three

“Anna!” Judy exclaimed as soon as she arrived at work the next morning. “Did you go out with the IT guy last night?”

“Yes - I mean no - he bought me ice cream because it was my birthday. But it wasn’t going out going out.”

“You should realise, Anna,” Dan said as he took off his jacket and hung it up, “That this place runs on gossip. ‘The IT guy was seen in public with the new graphic designer’ will now be the weekly conversation of choice. They’ll even stop talking about the woman in the canteen’s new tattoo.”

“Ignore him,” Judy said. “You can eat ice cream with whoever you want.”

“It wasn’t a date,” Anna said.

“Of course.”

“It’s on her face,” Dan said. “The tattoo. Well, her neck.”

“Has he worked here long?” Anna asked Judy. “Kristoff.”

“Longer than me,” Dan said.

“But not as long as me,” Judy said. “Nine or ten years, maybe? But I don’t know him very well. He keeps himself to himself, mainly.”

“That makes him sound like a serial killer,” Dan said, twiddling a pen between his fingers. “Quiet type, kept himself to himself, how were we to guess he was poisoning little old ladies.”

“I wasn’t fond of his wife,” Judy said, ignoring him. “I mean, I only met her a couple of times, but she didn’t seem like a very happy woman.”

“I only met her once, that time she came to the Christmas do, year before last I think,” Dan said. “She spent the whole evening glaring at him every time he spoke to another woman -”

“Even me,” Judy said.

“- and then they had a row and left early. The women in distribution spent the whole of the following Monday dissecting it, and as I recall they gave them a year, which was actually fairly accurate.”

“You seem very up on this,” Anna said, “For someone who doesn’t like gossip.”

Dan squared his shoulders. “I never said I didn’t like it.”

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Did Kristoff keep himself to himself? He certainly spent most of the workday in his office, a small room just down the corridor that was scrupulously tidy despite being crowded with boxes and computing equipment. He usually only ventured out if forced to fix things for people or to make a cup of tea in the breakroom. He was polite and professional, but he didn’t seem much of one for small talk, and he certainly didn’t gossip.

Anna did find him easy to talk to, though. He lived only one street over from her and she ran into him on the way to and from work quite regularly. That, and the fact that seeing him make a cup of tea often made her realise that she needed one too, meant that after a month or so she probably knew him better than anyone else in the office.

At first she worried a little about what people would say, what they would think if they kept seeing the two of them together. But after a while she stopped caring, not least because she realised that whatever she did, people were going to talk about it.

And he was her friend, wasn’t he? They’d agreed that. So when they were walking home from work on a Friday evening, and she had nothing on (she never had anything on), it was fine to invite him up to share a takeaway pizza.

-----

Which was how he came to be sitting on her sofa at 9pm. The pizza was long gone but neither of them seemed to want him to leave.

“I used to have such a great social life,” Anna said. “Out every weekend. Why does it get so hard to make friends when you get older?”

“I’m sitting right here,” Kristoff said mildly.

“Well, I have one friend. Just one. I used to have lots.”

“Quality over quantity, surely.”

“This is nearly the longest I’ve ever been without a boyfriend, also, but I’m not looking for one of those right now.”

“Well, I’m thirty-seven,” he said, “And I’ve only ever kissed three women.”

“Three?”

“Mm. I was a late bloomer I guess - first kiss at twenty-one - and, I don’t know. When I find someone I like I tend to stick with them, I suppose. Longer than I should, actually.”

“That’s sweet. I don’t know how many men I’ve kissed, off the top of my head. I don’t even -” she stopped, suddenly.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Kristoff said. “I’m glad to hear you made better use of your youth than I did.”

“No, it’s not that - after my parents died, I went a bit - I had a bad year. I was going to say - I don’t even know how many men I’ve slept with, not exactly. That’s awful, isn’t it.”

He didn’t say anything but his hand was warm on her shoulder. After a moment Anna put her hand over the top of his. “Long time ago, now,” she said. “Next year I’ll have been an orphan half my life. Gosh, that makes me feel old.”

She looked up at him. He was closer than she’d realised, and on a whim, she reached up and kissed him quickly on the lips. “Four,” she said.

She wasn’t sure what she expected to happen. What did happen, though, was that Kristoff moved his hand up from her shoulder to cup the side of her face; then he leant down and kissed her, properly. She let him, and she let herself kiss him back, until he pulled away and let his hand drop, watching her face.

“Kris…” she said quietly.

“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. That’s not what you’re looking for.”

“I don’t know what I’m looking for,” she said. “I don’t know what I want.”

He put his hand to the side of her face again, and stroked a lock of her hair behind her ear. She leant into him and he put his arm round her shoulders, pulling her in to rest against his chest.

“You remember when we went out and ate ice cream on my birthday,” she said.

“Of course.”

“And when we said goodnight I was sad and you hugged me.”

“Yes.”

“I realised, afterwards, that that was the first time in over a month that anyone had touched me. After a while you start to feel like you’re in a bubble, kind of, not connected to anything. Like a ghost.”

He hugged her a bit tighter. She let out her breath slowly, relaxing against him.

“I think,” she said, “I want - this. I think - a friend, but sometimes we kiss.” She looked up and he was smiling, amused.

“I think that's about the level I can cope with, too,” he said.

“OK, then.” Anna bit her lip in thought.

“It’s weird, isn’t it,” she said. “Kissing someone else after so long.”

“It is.”

“Especially when you thought that was the last person you’d ever kiss. Well, I thought that, apparently he didn’t.”

Anna scrunched up a bit in her seat. “Do you want to talk about it?” Kristoff said quietly.

She shrugged. “I’m sure you don’t want to hear about it.”

“Maybe I do.”

Anna gathered her thoughts. “Oh, it wasn’t anything especially out of the ordinary, I suppose...we’d been together a couple of years, and he met this other woman - I didn’t know, obviously - and then a bit after that I think he proposed out of guilt? I don’t know. But I was happy and planning everything and I suppose that gave him more time to himself. He insisted, after I found out everything, he insisted he didn’t properly take up with her until after we were engaged, though why he thought that made the blindest bit of difference I don’t know.”

“How did you find out?”

“Oh, I knew for a while, or I guess I did….all the usual stupid stuff, hiding his phone, ending conversations when I came in the room, suddenly needing to work late a lot, taking out more money than he used to without saying what it was for.” She sighed. “But it was like, one part of my brain was saying ‘he’s obviously cheating on you’ but the bigger part shouted it down, we’re getting married! He loves me! So I ignored it. Until,” she took a deep breath, “One time he left his tablet in the living room, and his tablet doesn’t have a passcode like his phone but it has all his messages on it, and I picked it up and I looked. And he came back in and saw me with it and we had a HUGE row, it went on for like two hours and ended up with me throwing my ring at him and running out. And he let me, he didn’t even follow me.”

She leant her head against Kristoff’s chest and he put up his hand and gently stroked her hair.

“And it’s so weird but I still feel bad for snooping? Even though if I hadn’t, I might still be there, god. He tried to get arsy about me looking but he didn’t exactly have the moral high ground. I didn’t read that far back in the messages but he’d definitely been seeing her the weekend Elsa came over from Austria so we could look at wedding dresses. I was trying on wedding dresses while he was having sex with another woman. I’m sorry, I’m going on, I’ll stop.”

Kristoff smiled. “You’re fine.”

“It was such a pretty dress,” Anna said wistfully. “It had a skirt like this and it was all lace, here, it was lovely….I’d only paid a deposit on it though. Lost that. Lost a lot of deposits. At least we hadn’t sent the invitations out yet. But I had to ring up and cancel everything. That was a fun afternoon.”

“When were you supposed to get married?”

“Fifth of August.”

“Oh, so not yet.”

“No, couple more weeks. Maybe when we’re past then I’ll feel better, I don’t know.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Hopefully.”

#something just like this #kristanna #modern au

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Felt like doing something cute with the grumpy Tablet boi and Juan. He’s such a stressed boi and sometimes he need some TLC. Samantha honestly thought that Juan was talking about another little boy, she’d be a little more weirded out if she knew it was a grown man. (dead or alive) Just a fun little piece of writing. Might do a follow up with how the night shift went lol...

Juan and Terry belong to @mysticbaconslice

Samantha carefully worked with the wiring one of the animatronics, fixing a few minor details.

She was so focused on her work that she didn’t even notice the two boys come in until,” Sam, we need your help with something!!” Her hand slipped, as the boys yelled frantically.

Hissing she pulled her hand back, sticking her finger in her mouth,” Yeah?” She mumbled around it.

She could see the boys tense up a little realizing what happened,” It’s fine just a little burn …what are you boys doing back here anyway?” Her brain finally catching up, as the boys gaze sheepishly fell to the ground.

“Juan, Teddy, you two know you’re not supposed to be back here.” She scolded them going to the sink to run her finger under some cold water.

“We know but it’s an emergency Sam.” Teddy said waving his little hands around dramatically, “We need your help.”

Sighing she looked them over,” Is this a real emergency or is this going to be like last time with the cold pizza.” She asked them.

“Ugggh that was one time.” Juan cried out annoyed,” This is a real emergency!!!!”

Nervous feeling bubbled in the pit of her stomach,” Oh my god what do you two do?!” She said worried her brain jumping to the worst possible conclusion.

She was only twenty she wasn’t equipped to handle these things.

“We didn’t do anything we just want to ask you about something were not really sure about…” Teddy said fiddling with his fingers awkwardly.

She could already feel that she was going to regret this,” Okay ask away.” She closed her eyes sighing running a hand through her hair.

“How do you take care of a sick person?” Her eyes snapped open…this wasn’t exactly the kind of question she was expecting.

“Not quite the question I was expecting but…okay...” She said looking them over as they shifted nervously,” Why do you need to know?”

They both tensed up their gaze flickering up to meet each other’s before falling back to the floor sheepishly. Juan cleared his throat speaking, “We have this friend and they’re not feeling well so we wanted to help them out…”

She raised an eyebrow clearly knowing this wasn’t the full story,” And why didn’t you just bring this friend here?” She asked them.

Juan rolled his eyes,” Because he’s really stubborn and doesn’t want to admit somethings wrong.” He grumbled crossing his arms, frowning.

Teddy giggled,” Plus I think he’s a little shy.” He added,” Not quite ready to meet someone new in person.”

Samantha snorted,” Oh yeah, I know someone like that.” She commented absent mindedly,” Alright I’ll help you guys but you have to promise to not do anything to stupid, all right?” She told them.

The eagerly agreed as she showed them the things they needed to do giving them what they needed.

Teddy had to leave but Juan was still on a mission.

Making his way to a part of the Pizzeria, one that wasn’t really used anymore by anyone, now just mostly being used to store things.

Opening a door to one of the closets, Juan grinned,” Hola Señor tablet I’ve brought some things.”

Terry winced, as his head throbbed threateningly wishing that the younger boy had never found him in the first place.

He wouldn’t have found it in the first place but he was having trouble keeping the cough quiet, his throat aching painfully as if he had swallow glass or taken a hot knife to the throat. (lol not what happened at all what are knives)

Terry had had a lot of viruses over his years at the pizzeria but nothing hitting him quite as heavily as this one. He could barely stand without the entire world spinning around him, yet this boy couldn’t just leave him alone to suffer in silence.

At least it hadn’t been Finn or Melody that found him in such a pathetic state.

He chose to just ignore the boy, hoping that he’d just give up and go away…But Juan was nothing if not persistent.

Lowering his voice when he noticed the older man wince, Juan continued,” Please, I know you said to leave you alone but…” He trailed off chewing on his lip,” You have to get better though so you can help my papa keep the monsters away!”

There was a lot of things Terry could ignore, the guilty tug at his heart hearing those word he could not.

He rolled over facing him hissing as his joints ached from the motion,” Alright let’s see what you got?” He croaked, barely getting anything over a whisper out.

A smile found its way onto Juan’s face, as he pulled out an old ear thermometer that’s normally used on small children,” Well first she said I should check your temperature to see how bad off you were.”

Terry snorted when he saw the thing,” Do you even know how to use one of those?” He winced rubbing his throat. Jumping a bit when a finger was pressed to mouth.

“No talking, and of course I do!!!” He said smiling brightly, not looking completely sure of himself.

Terry rolled his eyes not used to being shushed by a twelve-year-old, but kept his mouth shut as the boy inserted the thermometer in his ear,” Your supposed to rock it slightly- “He tried to tell him getting shushed once more.

Though Juan did as suggest so I guess it was a win-win scenario.

They sat in awkward silence until the electronic device utter a shrill beep, causing the pain to spike in his head.

Juan took it out looking at the numbers, letting out a low whistle,” My papa was right you don’t do things in halves.”

Terry was close to asking what exactly that was supposed to mean but was interrupted by the twelve-year-old shoving a paper cup and some pills into his hands.

“Sam couldn’t give me the whole package but she gave me enough for one dose.” He said smiling,” She even showed me how to make tea.” The boy told him clearly proud of himself.

Terry looked at the tinted water in the cup, it felt warm and it didn’t look poisoned (not that it mattered). He took a tentative sip, sighing as the warm liquid soothed his throat a little.

It took a bit of pestering for him to take the pills however.

Juan then threw blanket over him sloppily tucking him in,” There!!!” He said smiling. Terry chuckled he didn’t have the heart to tell the boy that this probably wouldn’t work,” Thank you Juan.” he croaked.

The young boy was beaming,” Well I have to go Señor Tablet, my dad’s probably wonder where I am.” He told him,” Feel better.” Then he ran off leaving him behind.

Terry knew it was his imagination but he couldn’t help but feel a little better.

#Terry the tablet #juan ramerez #cute #fun little piece #might do a follow up with the night shift #appliance alliance #Oc's #five nights at freddy's

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