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youvebeenlivingfictional · 3 years ago

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congrats on the follower milestone dany!! for my request, can i have any combination or choice from “longing stares” “best friends to lovers” and/or “you clean up nicely” with santiago? can you tell i’m a slut for some soft friends to lovers action with some yearning sprinkled in there?

Part of Youvebeenlivingfictional’s 3K Follower Celebration Thank you!! I threw in zipping up your love interest’s dress because it fit, hope that's okay! Warnings: Two pining idiots, cursing, fluff

“Ho-ly shit,” You manage, looking over Santiago openly. He grins, straightening his sleeves and smoothing his hands down over his suit jacket. “Like what you see?” He asks. “You clean up nicely, Garcia,” You take a few steps back to let him in. “Thank you. Are you attending the wedding in sweatpants, or…?” “Shut up,” You laugh, “I was right about to get my dress on. Want a drink?” “You’re pre-gaming before the ceremony?” Santiago asks, stepping deeper inside, “Sheesh. You’d think you were the one getting married.”

“If I ever get married somehow and you find me pre-gaming to the point of drunkenness before the wedding, then that should be your signal that I’m being coerced into marriage. Is that a yes or no to the drink?” “I’ll take one, sure,” Santiago agrees, following you into the kitchen. You pour him a glass of prosecco, and the two of you lightly clink your glasses before taking sips. “Okay,” You say as you turn down the hall, “I’m going to go get my dress on—and I’m gonna need you to zip me.” “Holler when you need,” He nods, pulling his phone out of his pocket. You head down the hall, reaching your room. The dress isn’t…The worst bridesmaid dress in history. The style is vintage, and the color is a jewel tone that suits everyone in the bridal party. You take one more swig before you set the glass down on your dresser. It’s quick enough to get the dress on, and you walk over to your door, calling out, “Garcia!” “Incoming,” he calls back as he rounds into the hall. You hold still, fighting your jittery feelings as you feel Santiago come up behind you. You bite your lip as you feel him take hold of the zipper, pulling it up. His knuckles brush the nape of your neck, and you hardly hold off a shiver. “Thanks,” You mutter, glancing back at him. When he doesn’t walk away, you step back and turn to face him, arching a brow. “Well?” And you expect a tease, a joke about the style, or the color, but— “...You look beautiful.” He says it with a soft smile on his lips, a warmth in his eyes. Your stomach flips at his earnest words. You can’t bring yourself to thank him, so you just reach out, lightly punching his shoulder before you turn back into the room for your shoes.

It’s not surprising that Santiago is such a hit with the other single bridesmaids in the group, but what is surprising is the way that irritation and jealousy curdle in your gut. You have no good reason to feel jealous. Santiago is one of your closest friends, and was kind enough to come with you to this wedding. You knew when you’d invited him that this reaction was a definite possibility. You’re certain that Santiago will go home with phone numbers stuffed in his pockets. You’d told yourself that that would be no problem, but… But you’ve had a nagging attraction to Santiago Garcia for a long, long time, and watching others flock to him, bat their eyelashes, giggle, push at his shoulder or rub over his forearm is…Starting to kill you a little bit. “Hey,” One of the other bridesmaids waylays you on your way to the bar and hooks her arm through yours, “So gimme the lowdown on the hottie.” “Hm?” You feign ignorance, and she laughs. “The one you brought with you! He is so stinking gorgeous.” The two of you look in the direction of Santiago where he’s speaking to one of the groomsman. There’s an easy smile on his face. His eyes are twinkling under the string lights; he actually looks like he’s enjoying himself. That’s a relief, at least. You knew that Santiago could talk to just about anyone and find a way into a conversation anywhere, but you were relieved to see that he might actually be...Happy. You can hear your fellow bridesmaid speaking again, but you don’t really hear a word. You can’t take your eyes off of Santiago. People have been asking you all night if he’s your boyfriend, and you’ve had to force yourself to tell the truth: Nope, he’s just your friend!—No, you don’t think he’s seeing anyone, but they’d really have to ask him, you couldn’t say for certain—Yes! He is insanely attractive, and isn’t it distracting? You see Santi’s head begin to turn toward you, and you hurriedly look away, pointedly looking to the other end of the room. Your heart pounds at how close you were to getting caught. “Is it cool with you?” The bridesmaid asks, bumping your shoulder with hers. “Hm?” “If I ask him out!” Ah. That’s what she was saying. You slap a smile on your lips and nod, squeaking out, “Of course!” Before you excuse yourself to get a drink. You can’t help but run through the scenarios while you wait for your drink. She is, you think, Santiago’s type—very similar to previous exes of his. You scrub your hands over your heating neck, thanking the bartender and tipping him before plucking up your drink. You need a minute—a minute to calm your busy, hot, irritated, jealous head. You step out onto the terrace, curling your arm around yourself and sighing softly into the cool night air. You take a few slow sips, swaying to the music drifting out from inside as you move further away from the building. What’s the worst that can happen? He marries that bridesmaid? You wince, raising a hand and taking a swig from your glass. Nope, not a path you’re going to go down anymore. You're being silly— “Hey!” You turn at the call, brows raising. Oh—god, what? Why is he out here? You smile. “Hi,” You greet, “How’s—How are you, how’s…Having fun?” Santiago quirks a brow, tipping his head to the side as he comes closer. “Yeah. Are you?” “Sure. It’s a really nice party.” “Yeah, it is,” Santiago agrees, arching his brows, “Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes,” You lower your eyes to your glass, “It was just getting…Crowded in there.” In the silence that follows, you realize that Santiago doesn’t believe you. You expect him to press, but instead, he reaches out, taking the glass from your hand. “What?” You frown, watching him set it down. “You don’t hear that?” He asks, nodding back to the reception. You listen closely, picking out the opening notes of It Had to Be You. You look down at his hands, huffing out a nervous little laugh as he comes closer with a smile. “C’mon,” He wiggles his fingers. You hesitate before you take hold of his hand, resting your hand on his shoulder. Santiago steps closer to you,

sliding his hand around your lower back and beginning to sway the two of you. Santiago has a stunning, contented smile on his lips as the two of you dance. “Are you having fun?” You find yourself asking. Santiago’s brows knit together a touch. “You already asked me that.” “I know, I just mean…You’re very popular,” You force yourself to tease. “Am I?” “Mhm. I have had many people come over to ask me for my blessing and find out whether or not you were spoken for.” “Is that so…What’d you tell them?” “That they’d have to speak to you themselves.” “Diplomatic.” “I try.” “Did you vet any of them?” “Well, I don’t know what you like, so, no.” “...You don’t?” He asks softly. “I mean—I can guess based on prior relationships and—and knowing you, but I wouldn’t want to be wrong.” “Mm…And what would you guess?” The question makes your stomach churn in panic. “Well…You'd like someone…That can enjoy a night out as much as a night in…Someone that doesn’t mind sharing the kitchen, because you like cooking so much.” “Mhm.” “Someone that knows how to compromise, because there are days where you are second only to Ironhead in stubbornness.” “I would resent that, but you’re not wrong.” You grin, vindicated. “Anything else?” He asks. You hesitate before you shrug a little. “I don’t know. You deserve someone understanding and passionate and…And…” You trail off as you catch sight of Santiago’s tender gaze, and you swallow thickly. “And someone that doesn’t ramble on like I do,” You laugh nervously. “You’re not rambling.” “Feels like I am.” “You’re not.” Santiago is quiet for a moment before he asks, “You really think I deserve all of that?” “I know you do, Santiago. You deserve someone who’ll be good to you.” “Someone like you?” Your heart rattles against your rib cage, and you manage a nervous smile. “I didn’t say that.” “No, you didn’t. I did,” Santiago looks over your face, “And I meant it.” “...Sure, then,” You nod resolutely, “Let’s find you someone like me, I guess.” You see something flicker in Santiago’s eyes before he presses just a little closer. “Not willing to throw your hat into the ring?” He asks. You can tell that he’s keeping his tone light. You bite your lip. “Would you want it? My…Hat?” You ask lamely. Santiago’s lips quirk with a smile. “You really don’t know, huh.” “Know what?” “Will and Fish said you didn’t, you know—Benny was on my side, thought you’ve playing hard to get.” “Santiago, I don’t know what you’re—” Santiago’s lips are covering yours before you can finish your insistence. The two of you go still as Santiago’s teeth worry gently at your lip. Your eyes slide closed at the tender slip of your mouths, and you raise your hand from his shoulder to curl around his nape. Santiago draws away after a moment, nuzzling his nose against your as you take in what's just happened. “You thought I was playing hard to get?” You ask, stunned. “It crossed my mind.” “Well that is just wrong.” “I see that now,” Santiago insists. You hesitantly lean in before pecking his lips a few times. He grins, fingers curling in the fabric of his dress. “You…Want my hat, huh?” You ask. He chuckles, nodding. “Yes, I want your hat.”

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mimi-ya · 3 years ago

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dressed ~ usopp x reader

1,300 words | no pronouns, f!body | nsfw

summary: christmas is the best time to dress up

a/n: happy very late birthday @ztarvokwrites! this was quite the challenge for me, and i apologize how long it took! but it was very fun!

masterlist | birthday celebrations

“Okay, uhm, I think I’m ready.”

An excited grin stretches across your face as you twist open the door knob to your bedroom. You freeze before you can even step into the room.

“H- how does it look?”

The tight red pants leave little to the imagination, with the white fluff contrasting against his dark stomach and the curly black hairs that sprinkle his skin. Suspenders resting on the sides of his breasts like a present bursting open.

All you want to do is tackle him to the bed and-

“Usopp. What the fuck is on your face?”

“Do you like it?” He smiles, combing a hand through the fake puffy beard.

You roll your eyes, hardly mad that he went all out for your little request, “I don’t remember it being part of the costume.” You saunter up to him, twirling a hand into the fake hair before pulling down and letting it snap up against his chin, “Dork.”

“Hey!” Usopp cries, grabbing at your hand before you can do it again, “It’s part of the look.”

“Hmm.” Your fingers intertwin with his, “But how can I kiss you if that’s in the way?” You pout, batting your eyelashes.

Usopp scrambles to rip off the offending costume beard, tossing it over your shoulder. You have to fight back giggles at his quick speed.

“Better?” Usopp asks, puckering his lips.

But you don’t meet his request, instead pushing him by the shoulders until he falls over onto the bed.

“First, I think I want to sit on your lap, Santa.”

You don’t miss the shudder that runs through his body as you crawl over him. For someone who had seemed a little hesitant when you first made the request for a little dress up in the bedroom, he sure didn’t seem to have any reservations now.

Your lips press a kiss against his sterumn, moving to his neck while your hands grope at his chest, “Are you going to ask me what I want for Christmas?” You purr into his ear.

“Uhm.” Usopp coughs, sweat gathering at his forehead, “Wha- what do you want for Christmas?”

You sit up, bracing your hands on either side of his head so you can look straight into his eye as you answer, “Your cock.” And with perfectly timed roll of your hips.

“Fuck.” Usopp groans, gripping at you hips to try and keep up your movements.

Squirming out of his hold you sit back on his thighs, unzipping the bright red pants just enough that his cock springs out, already hard and leaking.

“Have I been a good girl, santa?” You tease, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock.

Usopp throws his head back the moment your fingers make contact, moaning “So good.”

You purse your lips, frowning a bit. A quick pinch to his leg has Usopp cracking an eye to meet your expectant stare, “Oh, oh! I mean.” He lowers his voice octave, “No! You’ve been very bad! You’re on the naughty list! In fact, you’re on top! That’s right, first place! I don’t know what-”

“Usopp.” You cut him off with a finger to is lips, a ridicoulus smile on your own, “That’s enough.”

“You sure?”He looks over at the bed side table, “Because I have some notes. Just gimme one second…” He twists and tries to reach for the drawer.

“Knock it off!” You laugh, turning his face back to you and planting a kiss on his lips.

Usopp uses the opportunity to wrap his arms around your back, pulling you flush against his chest.

But you’re having none of that as you pull at his arms, circling his wrists with your fingers and trapping them against the bed.

Pulling back just a breath away, you can see the slight pink of his cheek and his lust filled eyes looking up at you nervously.

“Santa, I don’t think you’re being a good boy.” Before he opens his mouth you hold up your hand, “Don’t talk.”

Usopp nods and you return your attention to his desperate cock that’s being painfully ignored. With a smile you run your thumb over the head, watching as Usopp digs his teeth into his lip. You can tell he wants to watch but it’s taking everything in him not to clench his eyes and brace for what’s to come.

You feel your own slick smearing agaisnt his pants, having opted for nothing underneath the lose shirt that may or not may be the missing piece to his outfit.

Without a word of warning, you rise to your knees, scooting forward just a bit until his length is weeping below your aching cunt.

Usopp bucks his hips in despreation, nearly sobbing when his cock rubs against your wet folds and catching on the bundle of nerves. You fight back your own whine at the sensation.

“Excited?” You ask breathlessly, lining up his cock with your entracne.

Usopp balls his hands into tight fists, “Please.”

“Alright.” You take pity on him. But not with sinking down onto his length, instead by grabbing his hands ro positon them on your waist.

He loves to hold you. To guide himself into you. Help you along the way when your hips stutter. His girth still something you’re not accustomed to, always having to take a deep breath and pause after each inch.

But even now Usopp doesn’t let you take too long, pulling you down until your hips are flush together.

“Yes.” You groan, feeling as full as ever. Rocking forward so his length drags against your tight walls with every thrust of your hips.

His nails dig into your flesh, the sting only encouraging your speed. And his fingers grip even harder when your hands start to unbutton your shirt, letting a hand slip in to tweak at your nipple.

Steadying yourself with a hand to his chest you pick up the pace, rising to your knees so his cock just is barely kissing your cunt before slamming back down into his lap.

“I- I think I’m gonna-”

“No!” You almost yell, your fingers tightening around his suspender to snap it harshly against his chest. Usopp yelps, so you do it again, “Not until I do, got it?”

Usopp nods his head up and down, not trusting himself to speak at this moment. Not like anything but whimpers and pleas would leave his mouth anyway.

Knowing he can’t last much longer, his fingers reach for your clit. Pressing down and rubbing in the way that always has you seeing stars. It never ceases to amaze you just how perfect his percision is and how he was always hitting just the right spots.

“Usopp!” You cry, collapsing agaist his chest with twitches and tremors running through you. With his hand smushed between your bodies he doesn’t let up, pulling more and more pleasure with each twist.

Your cunt pulses and quivers around his cock so tightly that he can’t hold back any longer. Cries that sound like you name are muffled into your neck as he fills you with his heat.

After a few last sloppy strokes, Usopp stills underneath you, only the sound of harsh gasps filling the room as you both try to catch your breath.

Your mind is a little hazy with pleasure as one of your hands reaches up to twirl his curls. “I can’t wait for the next holiday you can dress up for me.” You slur with a crooked smile.

Usopp tesnses under you before he release his head back, a panicked stare, “Huh, what, no! This, this was for your birthday.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself.” You press a kiss to his cheek. And while he’s techincally right, you’re already thinking about a cute cupid costume.

#usopp x reader #usopp imagine #usopp one piece x reader

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i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend · 5 years ago

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Sexiled (Part 21/23) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader ~ College!AU

A/N: Hi my lovelies! Happy Friday!

Summary: Finals hell is upon them. Nothing ever goes to plan.

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader; others mentioned

Rating: T

Warnings: Language probably, nothing really though. smidges of frustration. mostly FLUFF

Word Count: 1375

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

You really did wish that you could have stayed in that moment with Steve forever. Especially when you were catapulted right back into the final push for the semester as soon as you got back on campus.

On the plus side, Steve had toured Professor Erskine’s lab and fallen in love. He’d asked to start volunteering before they finished the visit and Erskine was thrilled to have him. Steve didn’t stop beaming for days. Although he wouldn’t officially start until next semester, he went in twice a week until classes ended for some trainings, which further limited your time together.

You were both so burnt out after classes ended, that the first day of the study period you binge watched the entirety of the Witcher without moving, only taking bathroom breaks.

On the second day of the study period, hour thirteen of studying you got asked a question that stopped you in your tracks.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

You looked up from your biology textbook in open confusion. “I’m sorry. What?”

“Will you go on a date with me?” the blonde asked with a grin.

You rolled your eyes and went back to your notes. “I think you’ve been studying too long.”

“Come on,” he pouted. “I’m serious.”

You put your highlighter down and stared at him.

“Steve. We’ve been dating for like two months.”

“I know.” He grinned. “But in all that time, I haven’t taken you on a proper date.”

“Huh,” you hummed as you thought about it. “I guess you’re right.”

“It’s a travesty really. So what do you say? Can I take you on a proper date?”

You cocked your head as you considered it.

“Hmm. I don’t know.”

“Please, sweetness.”

“I’d love to,” you finally agreed.

“Yes!”

You held up a finger to halt his celebrations.

“But not until after finals.”

His smile didn’t dim in the least.

“Deal.”

Over the course of the week, Steve would mention the upcoming date whenever he needed a study break, but refused to give any details.

“So what should I wear for our first date? Since you won’t tell me where we’re going,” you pouted at him two days before it would take place.

“Something nice.”

“Nice like I wore to the ballet or nice like I wore to meet your mom?”

“Hmm. Like what you wore to the ballet.”

“Ooh, so you are taking me someplace fancy.”

“Maybe. Or maybe I just like seeing you all dolled up.”

“If you take me to the dining hall while I’m in my favorite dress, I am going to be so mad at you.”

He laughed long and loud, but shook his head.

“I promise it’s not the dining hall.”

“No other hint though? Please?” You batted your eyelashes at him, but to no avail.

“Not even a little one.”

“Fine,” you huffed, leaning back in your seat.

“I promise it will be worth your while.”

“Spending time with you always is.”

After turning in your final writing portfolio, you were finally able to focus all of your attention on the Chemistry final. A group of eight of you met up in the library the day before the exam to review. As the day turned to night they packed it in one by one, until it was just you and Steve. It was well after three when the two of you finally called it quits.

“That is all of the information my brain can take in,” you groaned as you shut your binder.

“Same here,” Steve yawned, rubbing at his eyes. “We should try and get some sleep.”

“Probably a good idea.” You agreed nodding off in between words.

“Uh uh. Not here, sweetness,” he nudged you to your feet. “Come on. Pack up your stuff let’s get back to the dorm.”

Forgoing your usual organization, you shoved all of your study materials haphazardly into your backpack and slung it over your shoulder, blinking rapidly as you stood.

You were glad for the cold when you stepped outside of the library. It woke you up enough that you weren’t stumbling over your feet. Nevertheless, Steve took your hand, making sure to keep you on the inside of the sidewalk as you made the fifteen minute walk back to your dorm.

Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of people still awake as you made your way to the elevators. Some were cramming for exams while others were celebrating being done. You rolled your eyes at a group of particularly rambunctious fraternity pledges.

“So your room then?” he chuckled when you automatically pressed the button for your floor.

“Oh sorry. Did you want to go to yours?” you mumbled.

“No, it’s fine.”

“I just know Nat’s done with finals so she won’t be studying. She has an early-ish flight so she should be sleeping. But even if she’s still packing I’m tired enough to pass out with a strobe light,” you rambled.

Steve simply nodded.

You had just reached your door and were about to slot your key in when you heard a low grunt followed by a moan.

“Damn it,” you groaned.

“My room it is then.”

“Let’s go.”

You shuffled past the crowded common room back towards the stairs.

“Please tell I’m seeing things,” you almost cried.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” he growled when he sported the sock on the door.

“Our friends suck.”

“Alright, come on. Let’s go to our spot at least then we’ll be close to the exam room.”

“Fine. Stupid horny roommates,” you grumbled under your breath.

You were relieved to find your usual study spot empty. Quickly shedding your hat, gloves, and parka, you flopped onto the sofa and pulled out your phone to set approximately thirty alarms for a mere three hours later.

Steve followed suit, settling for three alarms before slinging his arm around your shoulder and pulling his coat over the both of you.

“Good night, sweetness.”

You were already asleep.

“Come on, sweetness. Time to get up. The exam starts in an hour,” Steve murmured shaking you shoulder gently.

“Go away,” you groaned.

“No can do. But I have coffee to make you feel better.”

The smell of coffee started to penetrate your brain.

“Gimme,” you mumbled blindly reaching for the cup.

When you didn’t feel it in your hand and heard a low chuckle, you opened your eyes to glare at him.

“Gotta sit up for me.”

“You know you were a lot less annoying the last time I was sexiled.”

“And you were a lot nicer then. You called me cute. Maybe you were right about un-caffeinated y/n.”

You pulled yourself up into a sitting position as requested and Steve handed you the coffee. After two long pulls, you started to rejoin the land of the living.

“Thank you, handsome.”

“So I’ve been upgraded from cute to handsome. I’ll take it.”

You swatted at him weakly. “Can we take a nap after all this?”

“Absolutely.”

A few more sips and you were mostly awake, and you finally noticed the logo on the coffee cup. “Did you walk all the way back to the tower for this?”

“Nah, I guilted Bucky into bringing it since he sexiled us.”

“Ooh good call,” you commended.

“He apologizes by the way. Since we said we were going to sleep early, he assumed we were in your room.”

You hummed your acknowledgment, too tired to really care.

The two of you enjoyed a few quiet moments as you drank your coffee and the floors below started to fill up.

“We have less than three hours until we finish our first semester of college,” you remarked.

“That’s crazy. It’s been a hell of a semester.“

You patted Steve’s thigh absently.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Steve asked as he covered your hand with his.

“I’m just so glad Nat sexiled me that night.”

Steve’s smile was soft, almost lazy as he responded. “I am too.”

“I’m less glad she sexiled me last night. This couch killed my back.”

Steve chuckled low in your ear.

“I’ll fix it for you later.”

“My hero.”

You planted a quick peck on his lips before pushing yourself to your feet.

“Come on. I want to get my spot.”

“Yes ma’am.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed! Two more parts to go. lots of fluff and fun.

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theficplug · 5 years ago

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{My Boyfriend Does My Makeup with Trevante}

{The YouTube Series}

Warnings: none , fluff

Trevante finally had some time off after his latest film had wrapped and although you were both private about your relationship. You decided to give your boos (your viewers) something special for 307k.

"Welcome to or back to my channel my boos. I have a special guest today. Everybody say hello to my boo bear. Who agreed to do the My Boyfriend Does My Makeup Challenge with me. Say hey baby." You say to him as he flashes his pearly whites at the camera and you can already tell you're going to have to filter the thirst comments.

"Hey , I'm uh Trevante y'all probably have seen me in a few things. If I seem like that familiar face that you can't put a name to. That's why. Also looking forward to playing some characters that don't die halfways through." He says jokingly at the end before giving a shy awkward little nod to the camera.

You take his hand in yours and nuzzle closer into his side to get him to relax a little.

"What I think a lot of people don't know is that even though he's always in front of the camera. He's also kinda shy and doesn't like a lot of attention on him, but unfortunately for you baby is that BOI WE FINNA BE ON YOUR ASS IF YOU MESS IT UP." You say jokingly as you set out all of the makeup and a little cheat sheet to tell him where everything goes.

You watch him break into a smile and throw his hands up.

"Ye of little faith. That hurts bae." He says pretending to be hurt with his hand over his heart dramatically.

"I'm only joking. I believe in you. Gimme kiss?" you ask before he pokes his lips out for you to press a soft kiss to his lips.

"Alright , I'm ready. Today we're gonna use the Fenty foundation? We're just gonna take Miss Riri's stuff and rub it in, all over the face. You don't really need a sponge or brush or any of that. That's all to get you to spend more money." He says to the camera as if he knows what he's doing.

You try to hold in your laughter while looking at the camera and shaking your head.

"You're doing good Tre. I feel prettier already. What's the next step?" You ask him as you watch him work. His tongue slightly poking out as he's concentrated on getting your face to look "right".

Sometimes you just get caught up in how beautiful and kind he is. He always takes care of you and tries his hardest to be involved in anything you're interested in.

"I feel you eyeing me while I work and lemme just say it's highly distracting ma'am. I'm a professional." He says jokingly before giving you a quick kiss. You tug at his bottom lip before kissing him again.

"SHE GETTING DEMONETIZED Y'ALL. We gotta keep it pg." He says before working his way down the little cheat sheet you've left him.

"If you poke me in my eye. I'm swinging." You say to Trevante as he grips your chin gently while trying to apply eyeliner.

"Y'all see how she be treating me? Gon beat my ass in front of all of y'all like that. Lemme stop before that's all over Twitter. Shhh, stop fidgeting let me get it right. " He says and you can feel the felt tip going past where the little flick needed to stop.

"How do I look baby?" You ask as you batting your eyelashes at him and watch his face scrunch slightly at messing it up.

"Hollup it's whopped on that side. Give me a wipe from over there please. . . You said earlier that you wanted to ask me some questions." Tre says to you not bopping along to the soft music playing in the background.

"If you could not love me in this way anymore. Do you think you could love me in a different way? Because you know how when some people break-up. It's so traumatic for them that they can't bare being around the person that they were with because the love there is different." You ask the heavy hitting question that came from an insta sticker. This man was actually a giant teddy bear and pouting at your question.

"For the record I ain't going nowhere. This man put a ring on it." You say giggling and waiting for his response.

"I love you in all ways , always. You know that. But, I'm tryna think about what you're asking. You're saying if weren't together no more. Could I still love you? Absolutely, we were friends before even getting together. When we met in the makeup trailer. I knew that you were going to be important in my life. And that I was gonna love you in some way. But I am grateful that I get to love you this way. I get to love you romantically , emotionally, spiritually, and (cover your ears kids) physically. I'm in love with you." He says before giving the camera a wink and blowing a kiss at them.

Your jaw drops slightly at his response. You could not be more in love with this man if you tried. You thought to yourself before leaning in to kiss his nose and then all over his face and finally his lips.

"Damn, I mean I think I like you or whatever." You say to his as he smacks his teeth and shakes his head while laughing at your response.

"I'm in love with you too Nemour. I only had 3 questions picked out. So here's my second one. When is the wedding? Someone on Instagram asked." You say to him as he nods

"We have a date and it's in my fiancee's favorite season and that's about all I can tell you on that. But I'm sure when it's all said and done she'll put a cute little video package together for y'all." He says as he applies highlighter to your nose and you look at him before bursting into laughter.

"Of course. I promise my boos will be included into the wedding somehow, but Y'ALL lemme bring the camera in please look at how this man got my nose looking like a Christmas ornament. We're going on a lil date right after this. I'm finna be looking shhmmooking hot." You say sarcastically and he couldn't even stay pressed as he breaks out into laughter with you.

"Okay so you're on the last part of my routine which is lips. So before you start I'll ask one last question from Twitter. It says what was our first impression of each other." You smile at the question remembering exactly what he was wearing and everything.

"Well I met you while working on the set of Predator. I was like damn okay lil chocolate drop. Can I get your number? No, but really I thought you were beautiful and funny and just like full of light. There were some early morning call times where I was just grumpy as hell and had to wake up at like 4am and have to hang off fake plane for who knows how long. But there you were in the trailer already dancing around to this one throwback song and giving everybody positive morning affirmations.

Just getting shit done too. I was just standing there watching you in your element. Your lil fro bouncing side to side as you swayed around getting all of your supplies together. And I remembered you ordered everybody breakfast with like Uber Eats or something. Your energy had me hooked from the start. I think I'm more of a morning person now because of you." He says as he picks out the lipstick color.

"You never told me that! That's so sweet boo bear. I was just trying to make everybody feel better 'cause those were some long ass hours. Trying to add all the lil scars and makeup and everything so early in the morning was a lot. But I got to spend more time with you so I wasn't complaining. My first impression of you hmmm. I think I was shocked at how beautiful you are! Wait , wait lemme explain. I've seen you before on that one Tyler Perry show as Ramsey before you got killed off. And just like when I found out you were going to be in that film. I was nervous as hell. And when you walked into the trailer with your beanie almost over your eyes and your headphones on like you were too cool for school. I knew I had to play it cool. I just like sauntered over to you and offered you a breakfast plate. It worked though. Cause you was grooving to Brandy too. After that I realized how you have the driest humor, and yet you are the funniest person I know. I mean like dad joke central with him. He be slapping his knee and everything y'all. But he could've been a whole comedian." You say to the camera and he waits for you to finish before he starts applying the deep plum shade of lipstick.

"My humor may be dry but you still be doing the scatter run when I do the Norbit voice." He says laugh softly at you already about to start wheezing.

"Done?" You ask him as he sits back admiring his work.

"I don't think I did too bad. Look" he says handing you the mirror as you look closely

"My lashes barely hanging on and my eyeliner doing the Cha Cha Slide but other than that I think it looks good. You did a good job baby." You say giving him a kiss as he smirks into it. Already getting the big head.

"I'm coming for your brand baby. Multi-talented." He says to the camera.

"Alright and with that I'mma end this video before his head gets even more inflated. I seen some juicer questions earlier but y'all there ain't no tea. We sexy but our own type of sexy. I gotta show y'all the photos from Halloween when we dressed as Marcus Burnett and Mike Lowry from Bad Boys... We're that couple." You say chuckling softly.

"Alright my boos, y'all know what to do. Like , comment , and subscribe if you want. Turn on the notification bell so you can know when your faves fave post again. Who knows I might get him to do the No Hands Kissing Challenge for 400k. And an OnlyFans video for 1 million." You say half jokingly as it flies over his head for a moment before the lightbulb goes off.

"I don't know about all that maybe 5 milli. Alright y'all , be kinder to yourselves and stay blessed. Byyyeeeee" He says in your voice as he does your outro and you couldn't wait to just wrap your arms around him and love on him.

#Trevante Rhodes #Trevante Rhodes smut #Trevante Rhodes fic #Trevante Rhodes imagine

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Santa Cutie And The Christmas Cookie Queen

Love Live, NicoMaki, 6.5K, 1/3

Another year's worth of Christmas fluff. Maki Nishikino is the heir to North Pole Nishikino Industrial, touring factories for manufacturing tips. She won't settle for anything less than the best Christmas cookie ever. Nico Yazawa is a local TV news personality in quiet Tudor, Pennsylvania. She won't settle for anything less than her own media empire. They meet one stormy night on a bridge. But have they met before?

Storming Into Town

HERE:

Tudor, Pennsylvania. Any breaking news would have to wait as two of the most prominent women in local news had just sat down to their monthly lunch and gossip at the Round The Corner diner. Which was not around any corner and instead provided a stellar view of the most congested roadway in the county.

Ignoring the view, Channel 10 news personality Nico Yazawa, dressed for the weather in a light pink sundress, ebon hair in a ponytail, put down her fork and frowned at the fair haired woman opposite her, “You can’t just stalk my cameraperson. You have to actually ask her out. I gave you her number.”

“Can’t we do a trade. Like the NWSL?” Channel 15 news anchor Tsubasa Kira, tailored and trousered, hair teased, chuckled.

Nico’s crimson eyes sparked with indignation, “You don’t need a daredevil camerawoman and I do. Plus, Nico doesn’t do sports anything.” Nico decided she was finished with her salad, pushing the plate to the edge of the table

“But there’s athletes and legs and shorts and muscles and sports bras and...I know you like legs.” Tsubasa bit into a drumstick, leering.

“No class. That’s why you’re trapped in a small media market, Tsubasa.” Nico raised her hand, palm out, head shaking. The waitress dropped her chicken and waffles on the table. “Nico likes comfort food day.”

Tsubasa wiped her fingers on a napkin, “So why is Nico trapped in the local market?”

Nico batted her eyelashes and blew Tsubasa an empty kiss. “Nico is not trapped. Nico is the next Martha Stewart so Nico is building her fanbase and considering her options.”

“Romantic options as well?” This Tsubasa was genuinely curious about. She and Nico had been friends for almost half a year and while she knew Nico was gay, she had no idea if Nico was dating, had ever dated or was at all interested in dating.

Nico ignored the question, mouth full of waffle, “Ask Honoka out. Give yourself a treat.”

Tsubasa sighed and turned to look out the window, picturing a ginger haired whirlwind of energy with the kindest, brightest blue eyes. Nico continued to chew, happy at her successful diversionary tactic.

THERE:

There was nearly always snow, in some form. An aesthetic choice, here at North Pole Nishikino headquarters, a bustling company town, long hidden away in a cleft in the Poconos, only approachable through reindeer flight or a secret access road from the coolest, craziest diner in any non urban American locale. Maki Nishikino, red hair windblown as always, lavender eyes nearing maximum merriness, only heir and proud protector of the Nishikino-Claus legacy, smiled at the light fluster of snow that blew across the back of the diner parking lot. Jym brought over her chicken and waffles and Rin Hoshizora’s triple sized bowl of ramen.

“The bowl’s as big as your head, Rin.” Maki tapped her knife on the edge, Rin fending it off with a large spoon.

Rin decided not to wait for revenge, brows lowered over determined green eyes. She rarely got Maki alone to talk. “Did Eli give you the “get married and continue the family” legacy talk yet?”

Maki hissed, glaring, eyes narrowing, knife and fork paused in the act of cutting her dinner into chewable chunks.

“Ha!” Rin pounded a hand on the table and her broth sloshed over the side of her bowl. She slurped some noodles before continuing, “I knew it. Eli had that look. Kayochin owes me a date.”

“Do you have to win bets to get Hanayo to go out with you now?” Maki’s eyes twinkled at her best friend, mirth cresting over aggravation.

Rin stuck out her tongue as Maki finally to bite into drippy chunk of waffle. Excellent gravy. This was her test meal for any diner she ran across in her travels and no one did gravy nearly this well, “No, I don’t. We’re getting married.”

Maki grinned, the engagement was a childhood joke turned tender reality. “I know. I heard you shout when she said yes. And I was in California.”

“So when are you getting married?” Rin continued speaking, even while slurping through her noodles, most of her attention on her meal.

Maki was tempted to knock Rin’s bowl off the table, but that would just make a mess for the staff, “That requires dating, Rin, and I haven’t dated anyone since freshman year in college.”

“Yep. Slow learner.” Rin shook her head, her voice mournful. “Kayochin and I had such hopes.”,

“I am not a slow learner.” Maki shouted, half rising out of her seat, then realizing the rest of the diner patrons were looking at her. She slumped back. “I just want…”

Rin snorted, staring incredulously at her second oldest friend. “You can not still seriously be waiting for someone who bakes Christmas cookies better than your great grandmother. That’s not normal. Kayochin and I looked it up. There are no cookie sexuals.” The boisterous Rin had never been more serious, “You were only 5 when you decided you’d marry someone who made cookies better than your great grandmother. You were supposed to grow out of it.”

“You were 5 when you decided you’d marry Hanayo.” Maki put more force into cutting through gravy soaked waffles than was actually required. Splatter made it to Rin’s ramen bowl.

Rin leaned forward, pointing index finger a stern rebuke. “Kayochin is not a cookie. Because you can’t marry a plate of cookies. You can’t kiss or hug or…” Rin paused, catching Maki’s blush. “Anything with them. And your great grandmother started off looking like a movie star and then grew into cookies and gray hair and twinkly eyes. “There are pictures. And that’s what your parents say.” Rin stopped, for almost a whole minute, unheard of for the for the energetic elf, then her green eyes brightened with inspiration. “So look for a movie star.”

Maki blew out enough air to stir Rin’s short bangs, “Celebrities don’t do homey.”

Rin’s finger tapped the table after each word. “Buy. A. Cookie. Factory. For. Cookies.” pause” Date. A. Pretty. Girl. For…”

Maki threw a forkful of gravy and chicken across the table.

CHRISTMAS IN JULY

Maki grumbled as she opened the door to her suite. Too hot. July, of course, everything and everyone was sweaty, especially when you’re spending your time inside factories, crawling around assembly lines, getting hands on training on the mechanics of assembly lines and robotic arms. At home, the factory floor was three times the size of most Maki had seen here and constantly busy but there, if Maki stepped outside or opened a window, there was a cool breeze and a hint of Arctic whatever time of day or year. Maki had not fully appreciated that until now.. Air conditioning was a poor and noisy substitute and the sounds and smells of downtown Tudor were unexceptional. She needed a taste of home but Rin would tease her if she texted or called again. So Maki opened up the TWIG app and typed #ChristmasCookies into the search. That would be no surprise to anyone who knew her. Her profile photo was a white plate with “Gimme Cookies” scrawled across it. The first picture in the box was a tempting pile of very crisp looking ginger snaps, darkly caramel in color, crystallized ginger shards scattered over the top...Maki’s mouth watered, she could almost taste the slight bite of bitter in the treacle sweetness of the molasses. She clicked through. The cookies had been posted by @StormCookie, whose avatar was a very cutesy cartoon girl in a pink apron, awkwardly balancing a plate of cookies. Her profile linked to To Weather Any Storm, a lifestyle blog for those gay and girl and single.

Caption: Testing recipes for my Christmas cookies well in advance. Santa appreciates having the best when he stops by (*｀▽´)_旦~~.

This is true, Maki acknowledged and surprised by a suddenly silly mood, found herself typing a response.

SantaChan: Papa prefers oatmeal cookies, but I’d definitely bring some of the reindeer by for yours.

The response was almost immediate.

StormCookie: Why hi there, @SantaChan (*＾▽＾)／. Does your Papa let you take the sleigh out often?

SantaChan: It’s the family business. I’ve been the official cookie tester for years (^-^)ゝ

StormCookie. Ho ho ha! You sound like Santa Cutie ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ

Maki blushed. This was definitely silly, @ing some anonymous lifestyle blogger who happened to post a really appetizing picture of her favorite cookie, but it was so much better than admitting to Rin how bored she was. Or getting another lecture from Eli about how valuable modern methodology could be.

SantaChan Why #ChristmasCookies in July?

StormCookie To meet weirdos like you?

SantaChan ⊙︿⊙

StormCookie Only kidding. Check your messages (*・∀-)☆

Maki checked for a notification.

StormCookie Hey, @SantaCutie, kinda looks like Christmas is all year round for you from your pics but I take my vacation now and spend it doing some of my Christmas blog stuff in advance.

SantaChan Practical.

StormCookie Yep. I’d let you taste them, but TWIG doesn’t deliver.

SantaChan ( ・・)つ-●●●ԅ(º﹃ºԅ)

StormCookie ha! So what’s your story, Santa Cookie?

Maki stared at the walls of her suite, very vertical wall paper, practically colonial themed furniture, moderately comfy. She threw herself back into the nearly historical couch, stretching her legs.

SantaChan Bored. Just started living in a hotel for 6 months because of a work gig. Staring at the walls. They’re stripey. Now staring at the ceiling. Not so stripey.

StormCookie SantaSilly. Get up and take a walk.

SantaChan It’s hot out there. I like blizzards.

StormCookie The ice cream?

Maki snorted.

SantaChan The storm, @STORMcookie ^.~

StormCookie (❤ฺ￫艸￩) Have to run. But I’m making more cookies tomorrow morning (*´ー`)

SantaChan: Looking forward to it ԅ(º﹃ºԅ)

NOW:

Nishikino Maki, lavender eyes narrowed, lips in a tight smile, bucket helmet protecting her head, goggles protecting her eyes, revved her throttle as her motorcycle navigated Rt. 30, grip still holding in the middle of a mid November hurricane. Maki knew it was crazy but she was tired of being the dutiful daughter. Studying manufacturing processes and sitting through meetings was BORING. Five months of BORING. She missed the crazy moonlight rides in the open sled, cold winds whipping her hair back, reindeer dancing joyfully across any wisps of cloud they could catch. The motorcycle couldn’t replicate that but there was a zest in controlling so much of her current destiny. She cut across the wind, turning down a side street that would bring her back to her hotel. She revved halfway into the turn, then throttled down as she pulled off the highway.

She was nearing a particularly picturesque bridge, even in this low light. Surprisingly, Maki wasn’t the only one on the road in the storm. She could barely make out shapes, a large van, two figures, one petite in a pink raincoat, looking as if the wind might pick her up and flip her into the river at any moment, taking a full hit from a suddenly surging wave. Maki slowed down, dropped her bike before she got to the van and yelling “Stupid” while she sprinted toward the woman. As she leapt to save the woman from falling over, her boot caught on a tree branch hidden in debris and Maki stumbled forward, falling against her target, who had to drop her microphone to catch Maki in both arms. Maki screamed as they both fell forward, but the jerk of a safety harness stopped them, the woman’s arms wrapped tightly around Maki’s torso.

“NICO!” An enraged voice shouted over the wind.

Maki found herself staring into crimson eyes nested behind long, luxurious lashes. Two carved dark pink lips pressed together then mouthed “Don’t move” before shouting “Umi” over Maki’s shoulder.

Maki felt hands pull them both upright and hustle them toward the van. Her ‘rescuer” kept an arm around Maki’s waist while muttering words Maki could only make out a few of, “Perfect shot...Nico was almost...crazy…”

Crazy was probably a reference to her, Maki realized and then she was pushed inside a warm space, someone was pulling off her helmet and her rescuer had wrapped separate blankets around them both as Maki raised a wet, shivering hand to pull down her goggles. Then she stripped off her sodden leather gloves. A fawn haired woman shoved a mug of something hot in her hand and an orange haired woman kitted out in rain gear shut the van door behind them.

“That was exciting, Nico!” The ginger haired woman giggled, wiping down an expensive video camera with a chamois cloth.

“Too exciting thanks to…” Maki’s rescuer was very small and she’d unzipped her coat, placing her hands on aggressively cocked hips, crimson eyes bright and waiting.

There was a pause. The woman snorted and shook her head, turning away to grab her own mug of...Maki took a sip, coffee. The coffee committeewoman smiled gently, “I’m Kotori Minami,” she pointed to the ginger, “that is Honoka Kosaka and you probably already know Nico.

Oh, names. “Maki Nishikino.” Another sip as words turned into sense through a barrier of wet chill. “Why would I know Nico?”

Honoka doubled over, chortling, as the van door opened again, and another woman, this one with blued black hair threw in a safety harness, “Are you all all right?”

“We’re fine, Umi. Everything worked.” Nico (Maki was still trying out the name in her head) rolled her eyes, “This one doesn’t even know who she was trying to drown.”

“Hey!” Maki attempted to stand but was too tangled in cords and blankets. “I was saving you.”

Nico watched curiously as Maki tripped over her own boots again, almost tipping her coffee forward and was forced to sit back down abruptly.

Umi looked at Maki, amber eyes serious, “That was incredibly dangerous. You could have both been killed.”

Maki shrugged. Another safety lecture to ignore. Nico took a delicate sip of coffee, still watching Maki, lips a wire of disapproval.

“Let’s get going, Honoka.” Umi opened the door again and Honoka jumped out after her, both sliding into the front seats a moment later. “Can we drop you somewhere?”

“I have my motorcycle so no thanks.” Maki finished her coffee, inhaling some calm before she tried standing again.

Nico crossed her arms over her chest, “It’s a hurricane. 60 mile per hour wind. Debris.”

“I’ll go 70,” Maki winked, forcing herself not to shiver as she put the blanket aside.

“That’s not how it works.” Nico muttered, turning aside with a “This is stupid” as Kotori smiled gently at Maki.

“We have to get back to the station.” Umi announced, checking her phone.

“Station?” Maki paused at the door, puzzling over the glare Nico was giving her.

“Channel 10.” Honoka bounced, rocking the van, “I got some good footage before you crashed into Nico. Watch us at 11.”

“Oh. Okay.” Now this made more sense. Nico was a reporter. Maki watched little television but she was finding herself curious about the group of women in front of her.

Nico put her mug down with a clunk, “Thanks for trying to save me.”

“You’re wel...”

Nico cut Maki off, “Go home before Nico has to cover your next near fatal road accident.”

“We do weather and lifestyle, Nico.” Umi chided, giving Maki a wave. Honoka turned on the ignition as Maki stepped out the back. When Honoka hit the gas, everyone heard a metallic crunch, followed by Nico screaming “Honoka!”

The van turned off and Umi got out, wind and rain still whipping everything. Maki’s bike was unusable, the weight of the van having crushed her front tire and wheel frame. Umi shook her head, her voice apologetic, “I guess we will be taking you home after all.”

Maki was never going to intervene in a potential disaster again. They seemed to be contagious. And Nico had come around outside the van again, Maki’s helmet in her hand. “You forgot this, Red and Risky.” Her lips thinned again, disdain striking Maki as chillingly as the wet wind and dead leaves. “So much living dangerously.”

“It’s Maki” Maki snapped, losing her temper as she wondered what to do about the bike. “And I can live however dangerously I want.” No matter what my parents say, Maki continued in her head. This was an echo of too many recent arguments. She wondered if she’d made the Naughty List yet. Then she’d be having the “you need to come home” conversation with Eli and as bored as she’d been, she wasn’t ready to go back yet. But this incident had started from a positive impulse so she was probably covered.

“Maki.” Nico’s voice cut through wind and rain. “Get inside the van. We’re taking you home. You can call AAA on the way.”

“I’m at the Yorktowne.” Maki stated automatically. It wasn’t that far away.

“Not a local?” Nico asked, suprised.

Maki shook her head, taking the helmet and following Nico back to the van, “Studying manufacturing for the family business.”

“Ah,” Nico opened the door, “Harley.”

“And some other places.”

Nico jumped up into the van, suddenly cheerful. “Welcome to Tudor, Maki Nishikino.” And then she smiled, her crimson eyes and pink lips bright, guiding beacons that made Maki forget she was standing in a storm, and a warm hand took hers, pulling her up against the smaller woman again, “Nico hopes you have better nights from now on.”

Maki was safely back in her hotel room. She’d called a wrecker about picking up the bike so that was someone else’s problem. She’d stripped off her wet clothes, which meant ALL of her clothes and they were lying on a pile on the sink. The shower had been hot, but not warming enough. It wasn’t quite 11 so Maki grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of the pile by the sink. She hadn’t posted to TWIG yet today and StormCookie usually posted around midnight so there’d be a chance the other woman would see it.

Soaked socks and underwear, not the most attractive pile, but very much the now thing for Maki. And a caption.

SantaChan: Got a little too close to the weather tonight （－－；

Maki never took a selfie or showed her face in her photos. She still only had a small number of followers and Rin, aka ElfCat, was her most frequent commenter, as expected of a best friend. But there was also StormCookie, who had become a regular presence since July.

Notification. PM. @StormCookie.

StormCookie: very suggestive for this time of night. Shocking. (∩╹□╹∩)

Maki blushed a little. If she were honest, that was exactly the sort of reaction she’d been hoping to get. Which was, she admitted, a little pathetic, to only flirt with someone she’d probably never meet and who didn’t know who she was. But then she didn’t get so nervous.

SantaChan: Too cold to care :;(∩´﹏`∩);:

StormCookie: Drink something warm and get under the covers, SantaChilled.

SantaChan: Suggestions?

StormCookie: Check my timeline out.

Maki slid through her feed. Half an hour earlier, StormCookie had posted a mug of hot cider, poured out of a beaten up old green Thermos. The caption read: Always carry this for rainy, windy nights.

SantaChan: looks warm.

Instant reply:

StormCookie: It is. Stirred with a stick of cinnamon to seal the magic in. Have to run. Call Room Service and get under those covers

ღゝ◡╹)��♡

Maki sighed and threw herself on top of the pillow pile, grabbing the remote and the phone. Room service number she had memorized, now which station had that crazy cute group of news people said to watch at 11? 11 at 11? No, 10 at 11. It would distract her from thinking that she’d be a lot warmer if StormCookie were here, pouring her a drink of anything out of that beat up, family Thermos.

Nico had finished the live portion of her broadcast segments and Umi was putting the equipment away for the night. “Hey Umi?” Nico picked up a wrapped bunch of cable, following after Umi, “Do you have that biker’s number?”

“Yeah. Got all her information for the insurance claim.” Umi opened the storage cabinet, settling the camera on its shelf, taking the cable from Nico with a frown, “But I don’t know that you should use it for personal reasons.”

Nico leaned into Umi’s shoulder, “Nico would never do anything inappropriate.” Umi made a suspicious noise as Nico continued, “Nico wants to invite her to the studio so we can apologize. She seemed lonely.”

“She seemed mostly drenched.” Umi grunted, arms crossed.

“Why, Umi…” Nico started, after a half giggle.

“Don’t stretch yourself.” Umi’s smile was slow to spread across her chiseled features but sly, “Or I won’t give you her number.”

Nico chuckled, getting in a quick hug.“Text me the deets. How’s the propose to Kotori plan going?”

Umi grabbed Nico, tempted to shove her in after the camera, nearly lifting the much shorter woman off the ground, “Shush, Nico. Don’t mention that here.” Umi surveyed the room to see if anyone else had noticed Nico’s comment.

“Sorry.” Nico pulled out her phone, “Send the info. I want to call that redhead.”

“It’s nearly midnight, Nico.” Umi pointed out as she complied with Nico’s request, “Reasonable people are asleep.”

“We’re not.” Nico hit Call, “Thanks, best producer in the business.”

“Why is this so urgent?” Umi finished putting things back in their place.

“Nico will look cute tomorrow when we do the “holiday cookie” segment.” Nico’s smile hit full wattage as her attention turned to her phone call, “Hi, is this Maki? This is Nico….yes, we fell off a bridge together...just wanted to make sure you recovered from trying to drown Nico.”

Umi heard an indignant, “Drown? I was saving…” and went in search of her girlfriend, who had probably fallen asleep on a couch in the greenroom by now.

Well that was close to the most exasperating phone call Maki had ever been a party to. She glanced at the clock on her phone. And at 12:01 in the morning too. Just because Maki had watched the show and answered her phone didn’t mean she’d want to spend her lunch break tomorrow touring the station and watching a holiday cooking segment. Besides, elves didn’t really wear green, slouchy hats with bells on them. Rin usually worked testing sports equipment in a North Pole Nickshikino ball cap turned backwards. Rin had bought them for everyone as a joke three years ago and it had turned into uniform wear for all the elves in her section.

Still...the rest of Nico’s crew had seemed nice. And Maki still hadn’t met very many people in Tudor yet. Not that she’d be staying much longer. But she should probably go to inspect the holiday cookies. After all, that’s what Rin had put on her business cards. Maki had wanted to go with just a simple “Maki Nishikino, North Pole Nishikino Industrial” but Rin had gone behind her back and convinced the printer to add “Christmas Cookie Tester and Santa, Jr.” Which meant Maki couldn’t actually hand them to anyone and Rin gave them to everyone they met whenever she and Maki were together.

Messaging Rin.

M: Hey, Rin, thought you should know, tomorrow, I fulfill my most sacred duty.

Rin was actually awake. Well, this was the season of endless overtime.

R: Giving Santa an heir (ᗒᗨᗕ)

M: Shut up, Rin. That’s not what I meant. And if it was, I wouldn’t tell you.

R: (*≧艸≦) what’d you do?

M: Going to test Christmas cookies 且_(・_・ )

R: Made by a cute girl (ﾉ∀`♥)

M: No. A reporter.

R: Maki made a friend (ʘ言ʘ╬)

H: You met someone! Who?

Of course, Hanayo was awake and Rin had shared this wild rumor the elf was creating, based on one text from Maki. Maki shook her head at her best friend, glad Rin wasn’t in the room to see the blush.

M: I didn’t. I just thought Rin would like to know I’ll finally get to use my Christmas Cookie tester business cards. It’s nothing major.

R: SEND PICTURES!

M: No.

R: ( p_q)

H: Have fun, Maki (*´∇｀*)

R: KISS THE COOKIE GIRL (~￣³￣)~

M: Thanks, Hanayo. Go to sleep Rin.

R: (~￣³￣)~(~￣³￣)~(~￣³￣)~(~￣³￣)~(~￣³￣)~

H: Good night, Maki.

R: (~￣³￣)~(~￣³￣)~(~￣³￣)~(~￣³

And another victory for Hanayo in the wrestle Rin for her phone competition, Maki thought with a grin. Taking care of reindeer (and dating the constantly in motion Rin) actually kept her seemingly unathletic friend in excellent shape. Maki looked forward to spending time with both of them once she got back home. Too bad things were too hectic this time of year for them to make a quick visit. Hanayo would have enjoyed all the colonial architecture and cozy Christmas decorations downtown. And Rin would have enjoyed teasing Maki.

Rin pulled her phone back, glaring at her smiling fiancée, “Hey, Kayochin! I was having fun with Maki.”

Hanayo smiled, fingers gently petting short orange hair as Rin lay in her lap, “You were teasing her. If you make Maki self-conscious, she won’t go.”

Rin pouted, “She better send pictures.”

Hanayo giggled, “She will if the cookies are good.”

Maki had spent the morning working on painting and finishing a Harley so her jeans were spattered with paint and metal polish, but she didn’t have time to change. Pulling the Harley ballcap over her sweaty hair, she parked her rental in the news station’s lot, trying to figure out where the main entrance was so she could find a receptionist to guide her. Nope. Went in what turned out to be the back way, wandering gray corridors, with a few people rushing past her.

“Can I help you?” A young woman with a clipboard and an earpiece asked politely.

“I’m here to see Nico.” Maki shoved her hands in her bomber jacket, holiday wreath embroidered on the back, her last name on the front. Nico had said anyone could point Maki to her, but the redhead became more nervous as the young woman looked her up and down, then spoke into her mic, “Ms. Yazawa, your lunch appointment is here.”

“Maki!” Maki heard a yell behind her and whirled. Nico was rushing through a set of double doors, wearing a sleek red dress, decorated with holly leaves and candy canes. Her crimson eyes sparkled, her lipstick was candy cane striped. Maki wondered briefly how you got that effect as Nico took her arm, pulling her back through the doors. “I had Honoka posted at the front door, watching for you.”

“Sorry. Came in the closest door.” Maki pushed her hat back a little, suddenly self conscious about her clothing choices as she noticed how well the lines of Nico’s dress fitted the smaller woman curves.

“Not a problem, Nico found you.” Nico was wearing heels that brought her nearly up to Maki’s height and moving faster than Maki merging into a highway. It was impressive, “We have time for a short tour before Nico’s segment. Honoka’s really sorry about your motorcycle.”

“It’s okay. Insurance is handling everything.” Maki muttered as they approached a kitchen island set, with a stove behind it, decorated with oversized candy canes and gingerbread men. Nico smelled like mint.

“Nico is glad you weren’t on the bike.” Nico paused, letting Maki’s arm go, and leaned back against the island, arms stretched out, dark, shiny hair bouncing against its bows, leg raised so her foot rested on the stool behind her, “And that the hurricane blew out. Nico loves the thrill of weather stories but right now, I’d rather be inside near a warm stove.”

Silver flakes scattered across Nico’s lips seemed to be catching the light, drawing Maki’s attention. She wondered if the texture of the flakes would be smooth or scratchy to the touch and looked up to see Nico’s eyes watching her speculatively. Self conscious again, Maki felt too warm in her jacket but all she had underneath was a tattered t-shirt so she shoved her hands further into her pockets and nodded, taken in the details, seeing a plate of Christmas cookies and moving toward them, “Did you make those?”

Nico glanced at the plate of exquisitely decorated sugar cookie snowpeople. “Oh, Nico is using those in the shoot. They look perfect. Like Nico.” Maki was amazed Nico could say something like that without a pause or blush. But Nico just continued to smile at her.

“Hey Nico!” A shout. Maki recognized the black haired producer who’d taken her insurance information. “They need to check your mic.”

“Sorry. Nico will be right back. Don’t touch anything.” Nico winked and whooshed away, leaving Maki open mouthed and awkward. And surreptitiously grabbing a cookie from the bottom of a pile, one whose absence wouldn’t be missed at all. With two quick bites all the evidence would be gone. Two quick bites Maki was sorry to have taken, she thought as she chewed discretely, the oversweet sandiness of the cookies disappointing.

“Hi!” Another wind whooshed in, the ginger haired cameraperson, “Nico said you snuck in past me.” A hand was extended in Maki’s direction as startled, she choked down the remnants of cookie.

“Hi!” Maki shook hands, trying to remember the name, “Honoka.”

“Sorry about your bike. Nico and Umi were so mad at me.” Honoka didn’t sound upset at that at all. “Any more moving vehicle incidents and Umi’s not going to let me drive so at least your bike was parked.” Blue eyes blinked cheerfully at Maki, “You work at Harley?”

“I’m kind of interning. Studying assembly processes.” Maki decided that was the best answer.

“Cool. Nico said you weren’t from around here.” Honoka ignored all the bustle around them as Nico got into position on the set.

“Poconos.”

“Cool.” Honoka nodded.

“Usually.” Maki chuckled, Honoka looked puzzled for a second then grinned.

“Good one. We’d better move away from the set.”

“Don’t you have to run a camera?” Maki wondered, as both cameras had operators behind them. The set was very bright and isolated, cables running everywhere.

“Nah. Umi’s got me keeping you out of trouble instead.” Honoka headed toward a couple of folding chairs, “We can watch from here.”

Nico, now wearing the supposed “elf hat” had been a whirl on the seat, mixing and grabbing and smiling and kneeling down to assist a little girl onto the counter, where she and Nico sang one of Maki’s favorite Christmas carol, “Jingle Bells.” Then Nico interviewed a local woman collecting toys for inner city families and gave a few fireproof your tree tips.

“This is Nico’s favorite time of year,” Honoka whispered.

“Really?” Maki smiled as Nico perched on the counter, elf hat askew, candy cane lips wrapping themselves around the words to “Happy Holidays.”

“So leave a peppermint stick for old St. Nick hanging on the Christmas tree” Nico crooned as Maki substituted peppermint lipstick in the lyrics and tried to keep her attention on whatever Honoka was saying. But Honoka had paused too as Nico swung one well toned calf over the other and blew a kiss toward the camera.

“Yep. She always makes a huge plate of cookies for everyone.” Honoka licked her lips and leaned back, hands linked behind her head. “And brings leftovers for sandwiches the day after her big family meal.”

Maki remembered the gritty taste of the cookies and wondered about Honoka’s enthusiasm. Nico waved at the camera as she finished, winked at Maki, let someone take the mic off her and bounced over to where Maki and Honoka were sitting.

“I saw you singing along. Nico did well, right?” Nico chirped at Maki, offering her a candy cane.

“Impressive.” Maki nodded, as she stashed the candy cane in her pocket and pulled out her pocket watch, inherited from her great grandfather on the Claus side. The dial had a chimney with stars at the numbers and a moon at the apex. “But I have to get back.”

“Nice setup here right, all the latest tech.” Nico bragged as she tilted her head, curious fingers almost reaching for the pocket watch.

Maki closed her watch. She didn’t have the heart to tell Nico that the North Pole studio set was five times the size with channelled grooves for cables so she put the most awed look she could muster on her face, remembering Nico’s crossing her legs as she sang. “Thanks for inviting me to stop by, Nico. I enjoyed it. Good luck with the rest of your holiday segments.”

“Thanks.” Nico didn’t move as Maki stood, and once again the redhead found herself nearly in the arms of the newscaster as Nico frowned, looking around. “You didn’t get lunch. I packed you a sandwich. Where’d it go, Honoka?”

“Oh, that was for Maki.” Honoka fumbled Maki’s chair as she stood, “I ate that one. I thought it was extra. Sorry.” She tapped Maki on the shoulder, “It was a really good sandwich. You could tell Nico cared.”

Nico glared and muttered, her toe tapping an increasingly urgent rhythm. Honoka headed toward the exit, with a furtive air.

Maki shrugged, “Thanks for the thought.” She considered for a second and took a hand out of her pocket, offering it to Nico. Nico stared down at it, then into Maki’s eyes until the redhead ducked her head, breaking eye contact. Nico took Maki’s hand with a sigh, her handshake warm and firm. Maki was surprised at the strength.

Maki tried to break the handshake but Nico didn’t let go, her other hand covering Maki’s. “Let Nico take you out to lunch sometime, since you missed out today.”

Oh. Maki felt her face redden and her throat constrict. Oh. She pulled her hand back with a sudden backwards leap, “Um...um...I’m pretty busy. But maybe I’ll see you around?”

Nico suddenly looked shorter and Maki was a little sad for upsetting her. “Just turn on your tv. Nico is always there when people need her.”

Maki inhaled, squaring her shoulders, reaching out a not noticeable to anyone but her trembling hand to Nico’s shoulder, “Thanks, Nico. It was nice to see some friendly faces.” And then she smiled, trying to show Nico that she appreciated the offer. Which left Nico a little breathless and a lot confused as Maki speed walked out of the building, a lingering warmth spreading from Nico’s shoulder as the memory of a shy, sweet grin etched itself into Nico’s heart. She turned, puzzled about Maki’s reactions and spotted Umi with her hand in the Christmas cookie pile.

“No, Umi, don’t eat those.” Nico yelled.

Umi paused, a cookie halfway to her mouth, “The shoot’s over. We don’t need them anymore.”

Nico’s heels clicked as she rushed across the floor, “Jill the PA made those.”

“So what?” Umi’s brows furrowed as she examined the cookie.

Exasperated, Nico grabbed the cookie and tossed it into the garbage, “Thanksgiving Day leftover chili Jill the PA…” Nico rolled her hand at Umi, trying to lead her producer to the answer.

“Thanksgiving Day left.....” Umi had a vivid memory of half the staff rushing to the nearest trashcan two hours after the potluck lunch and Kotori coming back from Urgent Care with a with food poisoning diagnosis the Friday after Thanksgiving. Plans to visit Kotori’s family had been torpedoed by cold sweats and disinfecting. Umi hastily dumped the remaining cookies into the trash under the counter, washing her hands for twice the required time.

“So what do you think of Nico’s rescuer?” Nico piled plates into the sink as Umi dried her hands.

“Maki?” Umi handed Nico a plate, “Did you ask her out?”

“She said she was too busy.” Nico bit her lip, “But she seemed surprised at the idea.”

“Do you think she’d not gay?” Umi asked.

Nico shook her head, “Nico knows when someone doesn’t mind looking at Nico.”

“According to Nico, if I remember rightly, Nico is everyone’s favorite view, the reason our ratings are top of the market.” Umi chuckled, glancing at her phone.

“Ha ha,” Nico leaned into Umi, enjoying the friendly warmth, “Nico is serious.”

Umi let Nico rest for a minute, considering, “You have her number. Try again. Maybe she’s nervous. Try texting.”

“Is that how you’re going to ask Koto…” Nico teased.

“Be at the van in 20 minutes,” Umi moved briskly toward the exit Honoka had taken, “We have to get out to the Tree Farm.”

Nico pulled her hat off her head, smiling at it fondly as the bell tinkled, “Today, Nico is a Christmas elf.”

“Ditch the heels and the height’s…” Umi lingered in the doorway.

“Next time I’ll let you eat the poison cookies.” Nico threatened, leaving the hat on the counter for a PA to deal with.

“Honoka can’t navigate without me.” Umi’s voice carried back.

“Nico has GPS!” Nico shouted, then laughed at herself as the people scurrying to strike the set decorations stared at her.

After a day made longer by a stomach that had decided not to agree with something she’d eaten, Maki got into her hotel room, tossed her hat toward the desk and fell into the sofa, whipping out her phone. She blamed the cookie. Rin would be disappointed.

SantaChan: So @StormCookie, why can’t the girls I think look cute ever cook?

The reply was immediate.

StormCookie: I look cute and am the best cook you’ll ever meet.

SantaChan: and yet, I see no pictures. Or location.

StormCookie: 1. Celebrity, can’t reveal identity. Bosses wouldn’t appreciate side gig.

SantaChan: we’re dm’ing

StormCookie: nothing on the internet is private. 2. Also, Cute is more than looks. Or are you that shallow? Shallow is NOT cute.

Maki snarled at her phone, tempted to toss it after her hat. Then she breathed out, shaking her head at herself. No need to let a bad mood fester. Or inflict the sour taste in her mouth on someone who had become a friend.

SantaChan: Sorry, just grumpy. I’m tired of never knowing what to do when someone’s cute and I feel like a grubby, awkward slob. Plus, I ate bad food.

StormCookie: Ooh, sorry about the bad food. I had to save someone from that today

Maki wondered where StormCookie had been when she needed her.

StormCookie: Have room service bring you ginger ale or ginger tea. And you are obviously 100% Cute Girl™. Don’t worry. Dating’s simple. You can try out my easy system. It’ll be a good listicle for my blog.

SantaChan ●.◉

StormCookie: Trust me. First step: get out of your hotel room.

SantaChan: No.

StormCookie: Go see a movie. Eat dinner somewhere with simple food -- and flirt with a waitress. For practice. It’ll take your mind off things that didn’t go right.

SantaChan (▼-▼*)

StormCookie: Trust me. Get out of your hotel room ᕕ(╯°□°)ᕗ At least go downstairs to the restaurant. Or find a bar with a pool table.

SantaChan: There’s a place with pinball machines….

StormCookie: See, that sounds fun. Get out of your hotel room.

SantaChan (-｡-; All right.

StormCookie: Ginger ale first and nothing spicy (＾-＾)＿日

How could Maki get room service to deliver StormCookie to her room? That would be the easiest solution. The best parts of Maki’s days were the nights when she and StormCookie would just chat.

SantaChan d(-_^)

StormCookie: Then get out and talk to someone.

SantaChan ∠(^ー^)

StormCookie: Let me know when you need Step 2.

SantaChan: Thanks. Good night (⌒.−)＝★

StormCookie: Have fun! That’s an order （σ｀・∀・´）σ

Maki left her phone on the table and pulled the blanket up to her chin. How long did she have to wait until the nightly news? Would Nico’s segment look different edited. Nico. Maki stared at the ceiling -- not stripey -- and pictured Nico in front of her, so close she could smell the peppermint her lips must taste like, crimson eyes bright and warm. Maki wondered what would happen if she texted Nico after the broadcast to find out if the lunch offer still stood.

A/N Hi there. This year I'm channelling The Shop Around The Corner and You've Got Mail rather than Hallmark or Lifetime movies, but the intent is still to be so much gayer than any Christmas content you'll find on your TV, while giving still giving you that good old fashioned holiday fun feeling.

Enjoy!

#nicomaki #Love Live #Christmas #yazawa nico #nishikino maki #nozoeli #hoshizora rin #sonoda umi #kosaka honoka #minami kotori #tojo nozomi #koizumi hanayo #Santa Cutie And The Christmas Cookie Queen #ho ho ho #Yes Maki is Santa Jr #are you surprised

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Into You

Jeongguk x Taehyung

Words: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff, for now

College AU

Chapter I-Into You

Cause I’m so into you

I can barely breathe…

Jeongguk wasn’t someone who you’d want to make friends with just for the sake of it. Jeongguk wasn’t someone who looked approachable. Jeongguk wasn’t someone who would even acknowledge you if you dared to approach him.

Jeongguk just wasn’t that type of person.

Usually when someone tried to approach him, he’d glare at them until they realized their presence wasn’t welcome. There were only a select few that Jeongguk let into his circle.

One was his adoptive older brother Yoongi, who was actually his cousin. He’d known Yoongi damn near all his life, and if it weren’t for him, Jeongguk didn’t know where he would be.

Namjoon, Yoongi’s friend, was another. He only let Namjoon in because he was Yoongi’s friend, but hell, Jeongguk liked him just as much. He was like the dad he never had, you know?

Except Namjoon liked to participate in the illegal activities that they liked, and more encouraged them then tried to put a stop to it.

Jimin somehow managed weasel his way into Jeongguk’s life too, despite being short, clingy, and annoying. Jeongguk rarely called him hyung, to tease the latter. Despite always teasing each other, Jeongguk could always go to Jimin for advice that didn’t concern avoiding the police.

Other than that, Jeongguk didn’t trust a soul.

Jeongguk often skipped class, but when he did come, he would always sit towards the back, picking at his nails or writing on desks. There were always eyes on him no matter what, that he chose to ignore.

You couldn’t deny that Jeongguk was smoking, of course Jeongguk knew this himself and didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse. He always got stares from boys and girls alike, he’s had his one night stands with those who were brave enough to approach him, too many to count actually, and some of them were somehow still clingy and claimed that Jeongguk was ‘the one’, or that they had something ‘special’.

No matter how bomb his dick game was, Jeongguk knew it couldn’t make anyone fall in love.

It was early in the morning. Like, early, you’d usually never catch Jeongguk in the hallways at this hour, but he just had to get out of that girl’s apartment before she woke up. He was hoping she wouldn’t remember him, or what they did last night. Jeongguk had barely had enough time to get back to his dorm and clean himself up, much less time to respond to his friends’ texts of ‘Where the fuck are you?’ and ‘I’m beating your ass when I see you’.

Now he was at his first class, which he almost never went to, twenty five minutes early. For fucks sake, the teacher wasn’t even there yet, and here Jeongguk was, sitting in the back of the class.

Five minutes later, another male walked in the door, not seeming to notice him at first. Ah yes, Jeongguk knew this boy. He saw him around all the time, it’d be hard not to. He was bubbly, loud, and friendly…everything Jeongguk wasn’t. Jeongguk sometimes wondered what it was like to be as friendly as him. But what was the boy’s name? Jeongguk never remembered names well.

“Woah, what the fuck?”

Jeongguk was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard that deep baritone voice spew profanity. The boy was staring directly at him, mouth open in an ‘O’ shape, eyes widened in awe. Jeongguk suddenly felt self conscious. Was there something on his face? Did he still have lipstick on his neck? Why was he worrying about these things all of a sudden if he’s never worried about them before?

They had an intense staring contest for the longest before the boy spoke up.

“Did I scare you?” Not even close.

“Sorry, I was just…surprised,” the boy continued. Jeongguk quirked an eyebrow, as if daring the boy to continue. Which he did.

“It’s just that I never see you in class, much less early. It’s kinda scary to have someone be here before you when you’re always the earliest person, ya know?” he rambled, not bothering to check if Jeongguk was listening or not. Then he stopped all of a sudden and turned to Jeongguk again.

“Why are you here?” Jeongguk gave a mildly offended look at that, and then remembered to keep his hard exterior. “What’s it to you? I can’t come to class?”

The boy didn’t seem phased by his words.

“It’s just that I never see you. You’ve missed a lot you know. How the hell are you going to catch up? How in the hell are you going to pass?”

“Who are you to be concerned?”

“I’m Kim Taehyung.”

Jeongguk let out a bitter sounding laugh. How could this kid just tell a stranger his name with no hesitation?

“And since you know I’m Taehyung, I think I have the right to know your name.”

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, but for some reason gave in anyway.

“Jeon Jeongguk.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened incredulously at that. Jeongguk assumed that the boy-Taehyung- would finally leave him alone at hearing that. His name was pretty known around campus, people would run just at the sound of it.

“You’re Jeongguk?” Here it comes.

“But you’re not scary! Or mean!” Jeongguk’s head snapped up, lips slightly parted. Did Taehyung not have eyes? Or ears? Was he not intimidated by Jeongguk’s presence alone?

“…W-What?”

“In fact, you kinda look like a bunny. Yeah, a bunny. Hey, smile for me, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk immediately frowned upon the request. “Who the hell do you think you are, ordering me around?” He demands, still wondering why Taehyung hasn’t run off yet.

“I’m somebody who wants to make you smile. So can you do it please?” Taehyung pouted and batted his long, thick, pretty eyelashes (not that Jeongguk was paying any attention. Of course not).

Somehow laughter bubbled up in Jeongguk’s throat and escaped through his mouth, making Taehyung smile a bright, boxy smile. Jeongguk stopped laughing when he heard the sound of a picture being taken.

When he looked at Taehyung again, he saw that the boy had his phone out, still smiling. Taehyung came closer, closer than he needed to be to show Jeongguk the picture he took. “See? You do look like a bunny?”

The first thing that hit Jeongguk wasn’t the picture, it was Taehyung’s scent. He smelled like tangerines and honey, and a little bit of vanilla. Jeongguk almost moaned. Jeongguk unconsciously leaned in to get a better whiff, but Taehyung pulled away all too soon. Jeongguk frowned when the boy pulled away, and Taehyung giggled.

“You look like you like that one, you want me to send it to you?” Taehyung asked, his big brown puppy dog eyes staring right back at Jeongguk’s darker doe eyed ones. Was Taehyung indirectly asking for his number? Was he just trying to get into his pants too? The thought made Jeongguk sick to his stomach.

He didn’t want to think Taehyung was like that.

“Sure,” he said without thinking. He almost slapped himself right there. Taehyung brightened up and leaned forward. “Okay! What’s your number, Jeonggukie?” Jeongguk got another whiff of Taehyung’s lovely scent. That wasn’t lovely at all. Nope.

“Gimme your phone,” Taehyung complied with no hesitation. Jeongguk quickly typed in his number and name. When Taehyung was handed back his phone, he frowned.

“Really, Jeonggukie? That’s so lame.”

“Huh?”

“Your contact name! It’s just… Jeongguk.”

“Yeah, so? That’s my name isn’t it?”

Taehyung huffed. “My contacts can not have names like that! I’m changing it,” Jeongguk rolled his eyes at the brown haired male’s childishness. “Don’t do anything stupid, Taehyung-ssi. Let me see when you’re finished.”

“You can call me Taehyung, ya know,” He said without looking up from his phone. “Actually, how old are you, kid?”

“19.”

“You’re 19?! I’m 21! You’re supposed to call me hyung!”

“Sure thing, Tae.”

Taehyung only pouted at Jeongguk’s blatant disrespect, but made a noise of excitement when he shoved his phone in Jeongguk’s face.

Jeongguk’s name was officially changed to Jeonggukie with a sparkly heart and bunny emoji.

“Do you like it?”

“I-” Jeongguk doesn’t get to answer because people are starting to file in. “Oh, I guess I should get back to my seat.” Taehyung pouted.

Jeongguk for some reason felt like he didn’t want the other to leave him, and the words came out on their own.

“Taehyung wait-” He sputtered, face flushing when Taehyung tilted his head at him.

“Y-You..you can..sit with me if you want,” Taehyung smiled brightly at his words, and Jeongguk couldn’t look directly at him in fear of being blinded. Or maybe it was just because Taehyung was way too cute for his own sake.

Nope, definitely the first one.

Taehyung retrieved his things from the front and made his way to the back, plopping down in the seat to Jeongguk’s right. Soon almost all of the students had arrived.

A few minutes before class was supposed to start, another student approached Taehyung’s desk, apparently not in the mood to be messed around with.

“Hey, dipshit, that’s my seat. Get up.”

Jeongguk’s head turned so fast he almost got whiplash. Who was this and who did they think they were? Talking to Taehyung like that, the fucking nerve of this guy. What did Taehyung ever do to him? Jeongguk had only known Taehyung for all of 20 minutes, but he knew, or at the very least had a feeling that Taehyung was one of the nicest people he’s ever met.

Jeongguk had the sudden urge to protect.

“O-Oh, s-sorry I’ll-” Taehyung started and moved to get up, but Jeongguk’s hand shot out to rest on Taehyung’s shoulder and push him back down.

“You can stay, Tae.” Jeongguk growled, eyes trained on the student. The student’s eyes widened when he looked at Jeongguk, and he immediately backed down with an ‘Alright, whatever man’ and found another seat.

Jeongguk retracted his hand and crossed his arms. He couldn’t look at Taehyung. Jeongguk knew his face was beet red and if Tae saw, he would laugh.

“ Jeonggukie..?” he heard Taehyung whisper.

Don’t look. Don’t look.

“ Jeongguk. Jeonggukie.”

Damn it.

Jeongguk looked at Taehyung, only to find him staring directly at him with those huge puppy dog eyes of his.

“Thank you,” he says with a boxy smile and a faint blush spread across his gently curved nose and round, tanned cheeks.

Jeongguk thinks his heart may burst at the sight. Taehyung was just too cute for words.

“Y-Yeah. You’re welcome.”

And all I wanna do

Is to fall in deep…

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