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borathae · 3 years ago

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↳ Index [Chapter 04 - Darjeeling]

Warnings: the cutest date :(, Levi is a jealous baby hahaha, Yoongi being a mess in a cute way

Wordcount: 7.9k

a/n: min yoongi owns my tiny lil heart :(

Levi woke up with an itch in his left paw. He knew what that itch meant. Today was going to be a hot day. And hot days are his picnic days. He always takes you on picnics on those days, and while you made it seem like you were the one taking him on a picnic, Levi knew better. You were simply too shy to admit that he was the one taking you out. He is sure that without him you wouldn’t get out of the house as much as you do.

Levi therefore spent the entire morning meowing by your feet until you paid attention to him.

“It's time for a picnic. Wouldn’t you say?”

Levi meowed proudly and then spent the next hour nestled up in his rocking chair as you prepared the food for him and you. Perfect, everything went according to his plan.

Yet another hour later it was finally time for him and you to leave. Levi allowed you to sit him down in his basket at the front of your bike. He told you to put lots of pillows and a soft blanket in there and because you couldn’t say no to him, you obeyed. Levi really liked his basket, even if he had to share it with a cold bottle of iced tea today, which he hated greatly.

“Alright then, let’s get going shall we?” you tell him and begin your journey to your picnic spot.

Levi showed you a very beautiful meadow last summer. You pretend as if you were the one, who found it, but Levi knew better. You only found it because he meowed so clearly for you.

You are currently on your way to said meadow. What Levi didn’t like was you calling the name of his' and your new neighbour and slowing down in the process.

Levi meows loudly.

“Wait a minute Levi. I’ll be right back”, you tell him and do the unspeakable of fastening his leash on the bike handle.

It was outrageous and Levi swore to later eat from your plate as revenge. He watches with murder in his eyes as you get off the bike and then skip to the neighbour’s fence.

“Yoongi!” you call out again, making him finally turn around.

“___?” he says and drops the paintbrush in water.

He makes his way over to you, wiping his fingers on the cloth he had stuck into his paint covered dungarees.

“Hey there”, you give him a grin, “I haven’t seen you in ages. You didn’t come to the tea shop yesterday. You’re not avoiding me are you?”

“No I’m not, I’m sorry. I finally got my roof delivered yesterday and helped the workers. It’s finally not raining into my bedroom anymore.”

“Oooh that’s great to hear and a relief too, I thought I scared you away with my accident story.”

Yoongi shakes his head, lowering his eyes.

“I’m sorry for storming out like that, that was really shitty of me. I just suck at crying in front of other people. I was really embarrassed.”

“I get that, it’s really hard to do that isn’t it?”

“Yeah”, he says and laughs nervously, “sorry again.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it”, you grin, “what are you currently working on?”

“Oh that?” he looks over his shoulder at the wood he had painted, “I’m just painting the new shutters.”

“Yeah? So you probably don’t have time for an impromptu picnic with me and Levi?” you ask and point at a sulking Levi.

Levi lowers his eyes at the neighbour. If that man says yes then he will eat from his plate instead of yours.

“Actually. I’d love to join you. I just need to paint one little corner and then I’m finished.”

That’s it. It is decided. Levi will eat from the neighbour’s plate.

“That’s great. Gosh, what good news. Should I help you?”

“No, it’s fine. Just give me fifteen. You can wait under the pavilion in the meantime.”

Yoongi shows you and Levi to the pavilion at the back of the house. Its structure is made out of wood which brittle, white paint covers. Three sides of the octagon are free to walk through while the other five are either covered by intricate wooden slaps or beautifully done stained glass windows. Its roof - dark grey tiles and with a little metal bird on top - houses a delicately done stained glass window as well. A little pond is gurgling in the background and the blush roses, which surround most of the pavilion, give off a sweet scent.

“Oh that’s nice”, you sigh, sinking into the soft pillowed rocking chair he put under the glass roof, "this is so beautiful."

"Yeah right?" Yoongi smiles, “Relax. I’ll bring you some lemonade.”

“No wait Yoongi that’s-“, he already hurried away, “-not necessary really.”

Too late, he returns five minutes later with a glass of lemonade for you and a bowl of water for Levi and some neatly cut watermelon.

“There you go you two. Enjoy your refreshments, I’ll be with you shortly", he says, putting the tray on the little side table.

"Watermelon? Yoongi, that wasn’t necessary", you gasp, meeting his fond gaze.

"It's the least I can do", he smiles and then puts a little bowl in front of Levi, "there you go Levi, some water for you", he says, petting the cat's head.

“Woow look at that Levi. Yoongi got you water too.”

Levi meows and begins drinking it. It wasn’t a meow of thank you. That is the bare minimum the neighbour can do for him after ruining his entire plan. He should be dishing him the finest of meats instead of only serving him measly water in a plastic bowl on top of that. Who is he? A mere street cat? No, he is basically royalty, the least he could have gotten him was a porcelain bowl with golden flower paintings inside.

"Thank you, Yoongi."

"Hey, no worries. Now, I really have to go before the paint dries", he says and then turns to jog to the front in this cute waddle he does.

You settle back with a sigh and let your head fall against the backrest of the rocking chair. The colourful glass breaks the sunlight in pretty sparkles, painting rainbows on the white wooden frame of the pavilion and the stone ground.

“It’s so beautiful here, wouldn’t you agree Levi?”

Levi meows.

“I knew you would say that. I agree, we should get a pavilion too. Maybe put it under the willow?”

Levi looks up from his water but begins drinking it a second later. He doesn’t care. He would be happy with wherever you put the pavilion, as long as he doesn’t have to walk through the high grasses to get to it.

“Also isn’t Yoongi the sweetest? He even thought of you”, you smile, “he is so sweet, gosh.”

Levi stops drinking the water for the spite of it. The neighbour wasn’t sweet. The neighbour was a rude man, who thinks he isn’t worthy of water being served in a porcelain bowl. How dare he.

Yoongi returns once he finished the paintjob. His hands and arms, which were previously covered in paint, are cleaned and he changed his dirty work clothes to black jeans with a sky blue button up and a dark blue vest on top. There was also a dark blue beret perched on top of his head, fitting perfectly to the look.

“Hey there, sorry for keeping you waiting”, he announces himself.

“It’s fine, I had a blast watching the sunlight in the glass.”

Yoongi looks up at the roof and smiles.

“Yeah, I gasped the first time I saw this. It’s very pretty. Like my own natural lighting fixture.”

You laugh at his joke and stand up.

“Gosh, that it really is. Here uhm, thank you for the lemonade and the watermelon. Both were so yummy."

“Just put it on the table. I’ll clean it later”, he says and turn his attention to Levi to pet his head, “did you like your water too?” he asks him in his baby voice.

“Mreeow.”

“You did? Oh that’s good to hear”, Yoongi coos and gives Levi three pats on the butt before straightening up and looking at you, “so that picnic?”

You begin grinning.

“Have you ever been in the valley?”

“I haven’t, I’ve been too busy with renovations.”

“Well then you are in for an emotional experience. Come on, I’ll show you a very pretty meadow. I found it last summer and always have my picnics on it.”

The audacity, Levi thinks. Now you are lying to the neighbour just to impress him. Oh he will most definitely eat from your and the neighbour’s plate in revenge.

Levi allows you to put him back in his basket with a groggy meow.

“You are welcome Levi”, you tell him, petting him behind his ear.

Very well that will suffice, he has forgiven you. Ear scratches are his weakness.

Soon the neighbour appears next to you as well. He is pushing a bike and his annoying toy poodle is sitting in the front.

“Gosh that’s so cute. You have your own Holly basket too”, you gush, reaching out to pet the poodle’s head.

“Yeah, sadly I don’t have pillows for him”, Yoongi says with a pout.

“Hey that’s alright. Here, he can have one of mine.”

Betrayal! Murder! Death to mother! How dare she! Levi is scandalised. You gave away one of his pillows! You betrayed him and everything he ever stood for! And now he has to watch this grubby dog put its grubby butt on his perfect pillow and it will smell of grubby dog butt. Oh Levi will never forgive you such betrayal. From this day forward he will only call you by your name.

“Look at him. He looks a lot happier already”, you say with a smile and pet Holly’s head, “are you ready?”

The dog barks.

“Yeah? Are you ready too? I know, I know. I’m ready too”, you coo at him in your baby voice, making your eyes bigger.

Yoongi chuckles fondly.

“Gosh look at us”, you say slightly embarrassed, “people must think that we’re completely crazy.”

Yoongi shrugs his shoulder, “isn’t every pet parent a little crazy?”

“Okay yes, I agree. We are all a bunch of crazies.”

You laugh, so does Yoongi.

“So. Are you ready? We just have to drive down to the village and then past the fields.”

“Of course, show me where to go.”

The wind is in your favour today, carrying the smell of hay and freshly cut wood from the forest. It was warm too, caressing your backs as it helped you on your journey up and down the hills. Yoongi turns out to be a slower cyclist than you had imagined. On top of the last and steepest hill, which separates your houses from the rest of the village, you even had to stop to wait for him.

“Go Yoongi! Go Yoongi! Go Yoongi!” you encourage him.

Yoongi yells, it sounds a lot more high-pitched than you had imagined from a man of his voice. It is adorable really especially because he scrunches his nose up and pedals harder.

“Aye, ah-aye”, he lets out, huffing and puffing on the last few meters.

“Come on almost there! You can do it!”

“Yaaah”, he yells and reaches the top, jumping off his bike to give himself a few moments of catching his breath.

You giggle. His face is burning up. Oh he looks beyond adorable.

“You doing okay there?”

“I” – wheeze – “hate” – wheeze – “exercise.”

“I couldn’t tell at all”, you say in a giggle and reach out to pet his back, “don’t worry from here on forward we only drive downhill.”

Yoongi raises his head.

“That’s what worries me. We have to drive back too.”

You laugh.

“It’ll be easy, come on. It’s so worth it.”

“Finee”, Yoongi gives in with a whine, jumping back on to pedal down the hill with you by his side. His brows are furrowed in concentration, tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth, “it’s too fast, geez, too fast, way too fast”, he mumbles to himself.

“Wheeeeee”, you zoom past him, legs stretched out to the side as you let the incline do the work for you, “try that Yoongi, it’s fun!” you call back.

“Never!”

“Come on you grandpa!” you laugh.

A second later his high-pitched scream cuts through the air as he speeds past you.

“I-I a-am not a-a grandpa-a-a-a”, he says, voice shaky from all the bumpy stones he drives over.

“Slow down Yoongi! Slow! There is a turn coming up!” you call after him with laughter shaking your body. You pedal to catch up with him, “use your brakes, there is going to be a turn soon.”

Yoongi brakes as best as possible, the loud screeching they make is echoing through the entire village.

“That was bloody scary, oh my god my heart is racing”, he exclaims, taking the turn safely. His eyes are round and big, lips parted in shock.

“Gosh Yoongi”, you giggle, “you’re so cute.”

“I-“, he stares at you with widened eyes and begins blushing, “-you think so?”

“Mhm”, you give him a smile, speeding off afterwards now that the road became straight again.

You don’t see the way he places his hand over his racing heart or hear the shy giggle he does. You think he is cute.

“Did you hear that Holly? She thinks I’m cute.”

Holly barks and looks up at him with his head tilted to the side.

“Yeah, yeah I know. You don’t have to tell me. I’ll do it tonight. Just let me enjoy today”, he grumbles and pouts.

Holly barks, resting his head back on the comfortable pillow.

Yoongi exhilarates then, trying to catch up with you. He meets you in front of the old Choi’s restaurant.

He brakes, almost colliding with you.

“Oh young Mister Min! Good day!” the old Choi exclaims.

Yoongi looks up, slightly out of breath and with his honey blonde hair dishevelled in the front.

“Good day”, he presses out, retorting to breathing afterwards.

The old Choi turns his attention back to you, “where you off to young Miss? The Kims again?”

“Not today, Yoongi and I are on our way to the valley for a picnic”, you explain.

“A picnic? Oh dear! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I have the perfect thing for you two!”

“Where’s he going?” Yoongi asks, slowly catching his breath again.

You lean closer to Yoongi, making him shiver at the way your breath swirls over his neck, “I hoped to meet him you know?” you whisper and giggle, “he makes the best kimchi dumplings ever.”

The man of the hour appears in the doorframe again, carrying two bamboo boxes.

“I put my wife’s kimchi in them too, so you two lovebirds can live long”, he explains and hands them to you.

“Oh no we aren’t-“, Yoongi begins in panic.

“Thank you Mister Choi, we’ll eat them well”, you say. You hadn’t even noticed Yoongi’s panicky look or the way it changes into shy giddiness when he realises that you don’t want to correct the old Choi.

The old Choi gives you a quick bow of his head, wishes you a good journey and then hurries back into his restaurant because someone called him.

You turn to Yoongi, feeling your heart flutter when meeting his fond gaze.

“See?” you say and giggle, “he always does that when I’m having a picnic.”

“Yeah”, Yoongi says and laughs shyly.

“Come on now, it’s not far.”

And with that you turn your bike and pedal down the narrow streets, soon disappearing behind one of the many house walls of the village.

“Yah wait for me!” Yoongi calls after you and does everything in his power to catch up with you again.

He finally does so at the edge of the village. You are waiting for him at the gate, grinning brightly.

Yoongi arrives with a squeaky wheeze, zooming past you right out into the endless open. You laugh, doing your best to catch up with him. It is not hard, Yoongi is a very slow cyclist.

“Look at who decides to join us. You’re a snail Min Yoongi”, you tease with a smile on your lips.

Yoongi can’t even be mad at you. You have the loveliest smile. Whenever you use it for him he just melts on the spot. You could call him the ugliest of names whilst smiling and he would just agree with an obedient nod of his head and a fluttering heart.

“And you’re driving too fast”, he whines, making you giggle.

“Maybe yeah. Come on, don’t give up now. It’s just past those fields.”

The sun stands just perfectly so that it casts your shadows on the golden wheat fields. They move with you, looking distorted and like dancing black figurines. It wasn’t hot. The wind kept your skin cool, swirling over the field and making it sound like slow waves hitting the shore. You always loved that sound. Sometimes when the weather was great you would lie down next to a wheat field, close your eyes and listen to the sounds they make, imagining that you were at the ocean instead.

The rice fields laid abandoned today, standing green against the otherwise grey background of the mountains. The water glitters in the sunlight each time it peeks out between the rice plants.

You stay by Yoongi’s side, going slower than you usually would. You didn’t mind that you had to, it was nice to go slower and look at everything.

“You know, if you follow this road for the next four kilometers you’ll be at the Kim brothers’ farm”, you explain, pointing down the endless road.

“So that’s the way you took last time?”

“Yup exactly, although I’m usually a lot faster”, you say and send him a smile, “don’t worry, it’s nice to go slow too.”

Yoongi smiles and averts his gaze to the front in shyness.

“Those rice fields you see here belong to the Jeons. So do the wheat fields. Their sons helped you move, you know?”

“Aaah them. Junghyun and Jungkook am I right?”

“Yup that’s them. Nice fellas. Their moving business is actually their dad’s side business, they’re farmers mostly, they’re the ones who deliver the flour to my tea shop.”

“I see, so everything’s local?”

“Yup, everything than I can get here I get from here.”

Yoongi hums in acknowledgement, sneaking a glance at your face. Your eyes were focused on the road, flitting left and right every now and then.

“Those forests you see?” you say and point at a family of tense trees in the far distance.

“Yeah?”

“It’s where the river flows. It comes down the mountain and then runs through our valley until it disappears behind those far away mountains. You know?” you look at Yoongi, “if I were a bird I’d follow this river until its end.”

“Yeah, ha”, Yoongi says and blushes, “understandable.”

“Oh shoot! We have to stop here!” you exclaim and brake abruptly.

Yoongi squeaks and hits his brakes too, almost falling off his bike, hadn’t he caught himself in the last moment.

“Sorry, sorry. I was so busy with showing you everything that we almost missed the meadow.”

“It’s fine”, he assures you quietly.

You jump off your bike, “come on, let’s get closer to the river, it’s cooler there.”

You park your bikes under a tree and take out your pets to set them down on the grass. Holly is zooming off in an instant, sniffing everything his little nose can catch. This is the best day ever! He thinks.

Levi stays by your side, eyeing the dog with distaste in his grey eyes. Oh what a witless creature. He would never get so excited about the simple aspect of being surrounded by grass – oh is that a butterfly? Levi has to check it out!

“It seems that they are enjoying their time here”, you say, watching your pets run around the grass happily.

“It does yeah, it’s really pretty here.”

“Right? I didn’t promise too much did I?”

Yoongi looks at you. You would never promise him too much. You could say that a dirty puddle behind a dumpster was a beautiful lake and he would agree with you if that meant you would be the one showing it to him. He is not going to tell you that, of course he isn’t.

“No you didn’t, it’s very quiet. I like that.”

“Oh yeah”, you agree and sigh, “oh I love it here. But now, help me with the blanket and let’s get this picnic started.”

Yoongi helps you with putting the blanket down and setting everything up. He opens all the food containers while you prepare each of you a drink. For Holly and Levi you pour water into two plastic cups, setting them down in the grass beside the blanket.

“Wow, you made so much”, Yoongi gasps.

“I know, I always bring way too much and end up having to eat picnic food for the next four days, but maybe with your help I’ll manage to finish everything today”, you explain and giggle, melting Yoongi’s tiny heart right here and there. He thinks you are so precious, he truly does.

You grab a pair of chopsticks and pick up a piece of gimbap.

“Here try it, I made it myself”, you say.

Yoongi lets you feed him with his face burning up, staring into your eyes so deeply that you feel your heart skip a beat.

“And?”

He chews shyly and nods his head, humming.

“Good.”

“Yay”, you giggle, “now try this, old Choi’s dumplings”, you insist.

Yoongi accepts it again, lowering his eyes to the food this time around.

“And?”

“So good.”

“Agreed!” you say and nod your head vigorously, already picking up the next piece of food, “now this.”

Yoongi chuckles shyly, “you t-try something too.”

“Oh?” your cheeks heat up, “oh god sorry, I’m way too enthusiastic. Of course, you can eat on your own gosh.”

“It’s fine”, Yoongi whispers, “here.”

“Mhm?” you let out, eyeing the dumpling he holds up with his chopsticks, “uh thank you.”

You accept it, not missing the way Yoongi’s eyes flit to your lips.

“And?” he whispers.

“Mhhm so yummy as always”, you say and sigh happily, “today is a good day.”

“Yeah”, Yoongi looks at your lips again and smiles, “it’s a good day.”

You eat watermelon and tangerines for dessert, laying on your back to watch the clouds. Your heads are almost touching, but not quiet. Yoongi currently has his eyes close and has been suckling on a piece of tangerine for the past four minutes. You have your arms stretched out, making a triangle with your fingers and looking at the clouds through it.

“I think that’s a turtle.”

“Mhm?” Yoongi peels his eyes open slowly.

“The cloud. I think it’s a turtle.”

“Mhm I think so too”, Yoongi murmurs and closes his eyes again.

“Yah! You didn’t even look”, you say and reach over to nudge his stomach.

Yoongi chuckles, intertwining his fingers with yours as if it was an instinct.

“Don’t do that”, he says fondly, pulling your hand closer to rest it on his stomach instead. His thumb is caressing your knuckles absentmindedly.

“Oh, uhm”, you whisper, feeling giddy as you stare at your intertwined hands. Your heart is racing, your stomach is tingling. You laugh breathlessly.

“Yoongi you’re holding my hand”, you whisper.

“Huh?” Yoongi opens his eyes again, “Oh? Oh!” he lets go of you quickly, pushing you off, “sorry, instinct uhm sorry.”

“No it’s fine I was just…instinct?”

Yoongi laughs nervously, “j-just act like I didn’t do that.”

“No, no I won’t. Instinct?” you say and roll on your stomach to prop yourself up on your elbows, “don’t tell me that you’re a sucker for hand holding?”

Yoongi’s face is beet red in a second, “don’t say it like that, you make me look weird.”

“It’s not weird, it’s cute.”

Your eyes meet.

“Cute?”

You reach for his hand again, caressing his knuckles with your thumb, “yeah cute.”

Yoongi exhales shakily and squeezes your hand.

“___”, he whispers, eyes filling with fondness.

You giggle, hiding your face behind your hand and rolling to your back again.

“Do you want more watermelon?” you offer him, keeping your fingers intertwined with his’.

“No”, he whispers, staring at you with his pouty lips parted in awe.

You sigh and close your eyes to enjoy the gentle breeze on your face. You don’t even notice what you are doing to him, he thinks, you don’t even notice.

“Uhm”, he clears his throat, “do you want peanuts? I have a package in my pocket.”

“Oh no thank you, I don’t like peanuts.”

“What? You don’t like peanuts?” he gasps.

You turn your head and look at him.

“What?” you ask in a laugh.

“I mean”, he clears his throat awkwardly, “e-everyone likes peanuts, they are the best.”

“Yeah true”, you agree and shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know. I guess I never really liked the taste of them.”

“Oh, okay”, Yoongi whispers and looks back at the sky, “sorry for asking.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry”, you assure him and dance your thumb over his knuckles. You think that he has nice knuckles, very soft skin. And also that his hand feels nice too, almost as if it was made to be held by you.

"I really like walnuts however and pecan nuts", you tell him.

"Yes, they are both really good too", he agrees and nods his head, "I'll remember to bring them instead next time."

"Gosh, that’s sweet", you whisper, caressing his knuckles.

Yoongi sighs quietly and squeezes his eyes shut, tightening his fingers around your hand. So you are lying in a meadow, watching the clouds and holding hands. This feels so nice.

“Why did you decide to move to the countryside?” you ask him then.

“Huh?”

“You’re a city guy. Why did you decide to give up the very comfortable life in a city to move to a village where there isn’t even a supermarket close by?”

He inhales and exhales through his mouth.

“I had nothing keeping me in the city anymore.”

“So no girlfriend or boyfriend or family?”

He shakes his head, “no, my parents live down by the coast and I was married once, but-“

“But?”

“She-“, he looks at you for a moment, “nevermind, forget I ever said something.”

“Messy break-up?”

“Yeah, one could say that.”

“I’m sorry I asked.”

“No it’s fine, you…couldn’t have known.”

“And your job?” you ask in order to change topics. He seemed kind of sad for a moment and you don’t want him to be sad.

“I’m a music producer”, Yoongi answers you.

“Really?” you gasp, “oh that’s so cool.”

Yoongi smiles shyly and shakes his head, “it’s not as cool as you imagine it to be. Most artists are total douchebags.”

“Really?” you say, propping yourself back up on your elbows, “okay tell me more.”

“No, uhm…I tried to get away from that life.”

“Aaah I see”, you say, lying back down, “that’s why you left the city. Work.”

“One could say that yes. Besides, I have so much more space for my equipment here.”

“So you’re still working as one?”

He nods his head, “but I’m trying to make more time for other things. You know in the past I let work kind of consume me.”

“Mhm I get that, I think?” you say and giggle, “I’m sure my job in the city kept me too busy too.”

He smiles and nods his head.

“It probably did.”

“But enough about work, right? We are here to relax”, you say and smile, “let’s not ruin this date with work talk like city people”, you joke and giggle.

Yoongi gawks at you, heart doing somersaults in his chest.

A date.

You really don’t know what you are doing to him, he thinks with a racing heart, you really don’t know.

You turn your head and look at him with sparkling eyes.

“Do you have some of your music here?”

“You want to listen to my music?” Yoongi sounds baffled.

You roll on your stomach again, propping yourself up on your elbows and resting your chin on your hands. You nod your head, “mhm-hm.”

Yoongi feels his cheeks heating up, he thinks that his heart might actually give up on him.

“I think I have a few songs on my phone”, he murmurs and searches for it in his jacket. He pulls it out with a pair of earphones attached. You watch him as he untangles the earphones and then looks through his phone with a cute pout on his lips.

“I actually write my own stuff next to producing, you know? But I haven’t released any of my stuff yet”, he explains. His voice carries a certain confidence with it now that he is talking about music. It must be his comfort topic, the one conversation topic where he feels confident in. It’s your cat and tea for you, those are your comfort topics. You think it is very adorable that Yoongi’s comfort topic is his music.

“Why didn’t you release them yet?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know. I feel so protective over them. Ha”, he laughs, “I know that sounds so weird.”

“No I get you. Writing your own music must be really personal, right?”

“Mhm-hm”, he nods his head, “okay I found a song. I think you will like it.”

“Yeah?” you scoot closer, “show it to me.”

Yoongi looks into your eyes, licking over his lips nervously.

“Can I put the earphones in?” he asks.

Your heart flutters. You allow him with a nod of your head, leaning closer. Yoongi holds his breath as he reaches up and puts his earphones in your ears. He makes sure to treat you as gently as he possibly can, dark brown eyes fixated on your ears.

“There we go”, he whispers, pulling back.

“Thank you”, you murmur, cheeks burning up.

“Ready?”

You nod your head.

“Okay, phew I’m kind of nervous right now”, he says and laughs, “okay here we go, uhm.”

He presses play. A piano starts to play, slow and carrying the distinct sound of melancholy to it. Soon a voice joins it. It is the voice of a man, deep and with a comforting timbre to it. He is rapping, using the melody of the piano as his guide. The story is beautiful, telling the love story of a young boy and his piano and how although the boy grew into a man the piano stayed by his side. Strings join the piano soon, eliciting goosebumps on your skin. The song ends with the man rapping with his voice filled with almost painful emotion before it fades out into him whispering the words and drowning out into silence.

“Wow Yoongi”, you whisper, taking out the earphones.

“Did you like it?” he asks shyly and with his cheeks burning up.

“That was beautiful, I have literal goosebumps. Look.”

Yoongi touches the side of his neck and looks to the side, “thank you.”

“Who was the rapper? He was really good.”

“That”, he lowers his eyes, “was me actually.”

“Whaaat? Okay wow, this song became so much better! Yoongi you have legit talent!”

“Thank you”, he murmurs and hides his face behind his hands, “urgh I feel so awkward now”, he whines.

“No don’t”, you pout and take his hand to hold it instead, “thank you for showing me this song, I am now an official fan.”

Yoongi looks at your lips and blushes. You look at his lips and smile. For a moment you thought that maybe you would kiss, but you didn’t in the end, feeling too shy to do so.

So you lie down again with a giggle, resting the side of your head against his shoulder. Yoongi is officially floating on cloud nine.

Levi ended up not eating from your plate or the neighbour’s plate for that matter. Not because he decided that he didn’t want to anymore, but because he, simply put, came too late. Once the butterfly was thoroughly watched, you and the neighbour had already finished your food. Oh, Levi was furious. If only that stupid butterfly hadn’t distracted him, if only he had stayed focused. He did try to get his revenge another way by sitting down right on the neighbour’s throat to suffocate him instead. It was not successful as he got pushed off with a chuckled “don’t sit there Levi”. Levi did curse at him, of course he did, but for some reason the neighbour acted as if he couldn’t understand him.

Oh what a pretentious butt.

So Levi ended up trying to get his revenge another way. He drank from the neighbour’s cup, well at least he tried to because before he could stick his little tongue into the drink the neighbour pushed his head away and placed his hand over the glass.

“Levi is trying to drink from my lemonade”, the neighbour tells you, making you chuckle.

“Yah Levi! That’s not for you, your water’s over there”, you say, nudging him into the right direction gently, “drink from there, you know it’s rude to drink from people’s glasses.”

Oh Levi was furious, he was burning in anger. This was outrageous! The neighbour had you hooked. Ohohoho he is going to pay. One day he is going to pay.

With a grumpy meow, Levi trotted over to the water bowl and began drinking it groggily.

You roll to your stomach again and prop yourself up on your elbow, resting your cheek on one hand as you look at Yoongi’s face.

“I think your cat doesn’t like me”, Yoongi says.

“Really?” you giggle.

“Mhm-hm, he tried to sit down on my throat.”

“Oh god”, you snort and laugh, “I’m sorry, yeah Levi likes to do that sometimes. He’s a little idiot, but don’t worry he likes you. He is very obvious if he doesn’t like someone.”

“He did try to suffocate me”, Yoongi jokes.

“No please”, you giggle, “he’s not a bad cat, just a jealous idiot. I bet he’s just salty because you joined our picnic. You know”, you lean closer to whisper into Yoongi’s ear, “he likes to pretend as if he is the one organising those picnics so just thank him with a few scratches behind his ear and he’ll like you.”

You pull back slightly, noticing Yoongi’s eyes on your lips.

“Yeah?” he whispers.

Oh he is actually staring.

“Yeah”, you whisper, leaning closer.

Yoongi gasps and turns his head to the side.

“Uhm.”

“Oh, uhm.”

He laughs nervously.

“Sorry uhm I should have asked.”

“N-no it’s fine I-I’m just scared t-that my breath s-stinks”, he explains, hiding his mouth behind his hand.

You laugh, feeling the awkward tension lift from your heart.

“Sounds understandable”, you snort, “don’t worry, it doesn’t”, you assure him and lie back down again.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it”, you assure him, “hey look! That looks like a t-rex!” you exclaim, pointing at a cloud in the sky.

“You’re right and that’s a tree.”

“Right, I can see that”, you agree and giggle.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at your face, having to giggle too. He never giggles, but you make him do the silliest of things. Like lie on grass and see things in the clouds and giggle or make him feel so nervous that he pulls away from the kiss because he didn’t want to mess up.

You leave once the sun starts to set behind the mountains. You weren’t planning on staying for such a long time, but you both ended up falling asleep and only woke up when Holly licked your faces because he was growing hungry and he wanted to get home and eat. Levi let you carry him to your bike, pretending to sleep because he was way too lazy to walk. Once your empty containers were stored away and Holly was safe and sound in Yoongi’s basket it was time for you to leave the beautiful meadow behind and push your bikes to the road.

You drive next to each other, breathing easier now that the air wasn’t that hot and the sun was easy to bear. If only there wasn’t the ever increasing incline.

“That’s what I feared”, Yoongi wheezes and grunts.

“You know, for someone doing so much stuff you’re terrible at exercise”, you tease, earning yourself an angry look from him. Except that the angry look was him scrunching his nose up and furrowing his brows and it looked more adorable than anything else.

You laugh, “you can do it Yoongi, I believe in you.”

Yoongi groans loudly, making you melt. Oh he is so adorable.

It was two minutes and too much muscle power later when you heard the familiar jingle of the Kim brother’s truck horn. You and Yoongi stop, looking behind you to watch the turquoise truck get closer until it stops right next to you.

Seokjin sticks his head out the driver's window, grinning brightly.

“Good afternoon ___ are ya on your way back?”

“Hey there Seokjin, yup Yoongi and I are driving back to the village.”

Seokjin looks at Yoongi and smiles.

“So you are the Yoongi everyone is talkin’ about.”

Yoongi begins blushing.

“Nice to meet'cha, I’m Kim Seokjin and those are my brothers Namjoon-”

Namjoon appears next to Seokjin, waving his hand.

“Good day!”

“-and Taehyung.”

Taehyung appears from the back of the truck, grinning brightly.

“Hello!”

“Ah yeah, hey”, Yoongi says in a nervous laugh, scratching the side of his neck.

“Do you guys need a ride?” Namjoon offers then.

“Actually”, you look at Yoongi, who is nodding his head, “we do.”

“Great, hey Taetae make space back there!”

Taehyung jumps off skilfully, strutting over to you and Yoongi.

“Here give me that”, he says, lifting up your bike once you had gotten Levi. He carries it to the back of the truck and hoists it up easily.

“Wooow Taehyung so strong”, Seokjin says, watching the whole scene.

Taehyung grins cockily, reaching for Yoongi’s bike next, “let me help.”

“Oh uhm”, Yoongi fetches Holly, “thank you.”

“No worries”, Taehyung says, lifting the bike with ease. He jumps back on the truck, now stretching out his arm, “hop on there with me guys.”

“Should I help you?” Yoongi offers shyly.

“No thank you, that’s sweet”, you dismiss him, using the tire to climb on top with the help of Taehyung.

He grins at you once you are up there with him. You retort it.

“Now you. Come take my hand.”

Yoongi takes it shyly, grunting as he crawls on the truck. He slips and falls off again, letting out a high-pitched squeak as it happens. The brothers laugh fondly.

“Joon get out there and help that little dude”, Seokjin says.

With Namjoon pushing Yoongi by his butt he finally manages to get on top, face beet red and eyes fixated to his toes. Taehyung gives Yoongi a brotherly pat on the shoulder.

“You did it.”

Namjoon hits the top of the truck then and like that the journey continues. The truck purrs and sways from side to side, climbing the mountain slowly but without struggle. Namjoon still keeps his hand rested on the top of the truck, drumming his fingers to the melodies on the radio. And while Seokjin is resting is elbow on the edge of the window and tries to get all the lyrics right, Taehyung is busy with catching the wind between his fingers and making sure that his brown hat wouldn’t be blown away.

You lean over to Yoongi, nudging his arm with your elbow.

“You doing okay?” you ask him because he looked mortified.

“That was so embarrassing”, he whispers.

“Don’t worry about it, these three are the least judgmental people on earth.”

“Ha”, Yoongi lets out and ruffles his hair at the nape of his neck.

“So relax, they like you”, you assure him and caress his hand.

You look at Taehyung then.

“You came at the perfect time, we were dying back there.”

Taehyung laughs, “you were? We could tell, you guys were like snails.”

“Rude”, you laugh, “what are you guys doing in the village?”

“Oh you know it’s Namjoon-hyung’s birthday next week and because we will be busy with gettin’ our sheep from the mountains and 'cause of it we can’t celebrate we decided to go tonight”, Taehyung grins, “we’ll eat at the old Choi’s restaurant. I’m gonna order lots of food.”

“That sounds wonderful, gosh it’s already time for Joon’s birthday again? Time really does fly.”

“It does. Not soon and it'll be my birthday too and hyung’s too.”

“Don’t say that or time will pass even faster. Already know what you wanna do?”

“Mhm”, he nods vigorously, “I wanna get strawberry cake from your shop.”

“Awww Taetae that’s sweet, I’ll make sure to give you the prettiest of them all.”

Taehyung giggles, “can’t wait.”

He looks at Yoongi then. Yoongi seems mesmerised by your hand and Taehyung thinks its adorable that you are playing with Yoongi’s fingers mindlessly.

“And you? When’s your birthday?” he asks Yoongi

“Uhm…March, yeah.”

“Oh March, that’s a good month”, Taehyung says and nods his head, “what year?”

“Ninety-three.”

“Oooh, so you’re my hyung! That’s cool. Can I call you hyung?”

“S-sure.”

“Nice”, Taehyung grins and looks at you, ”what were you guys doin'?”

“We had a picnic down by the meadow.”

“Oh a picnic! That’s so cool!” Taehyung grins, “hyung, I heard you are renovatin’ the Old House.”

Yoongi nods his head.

“Are you a renovating dude?”

“No, I'm a music producer.”

“Oh?” Taehyung’s eyes widen, “that’s a cool job, wow you must be really famous.”

“No, I’m not. Nobody really knows me.”

“That’s not true, I know you. And ___ and my hyungs too, so at least…” Taehyung uses his fingers to count, “…four people know you.”

“Aww Tae you’re adorable.”

Yoongi scrunches his nose up and touches his ear, “yeah I guess you guys know me.”

Taehyung grins and leans back, closing his eyes with a content sigh to enjoy the last rays of sunshine on his face.

Yoongi lets out a little laugh and looks at you, blushing when he realises that you are gazing at him fondly. He squeezes your hand, you squeeze it right back. Then you close your eyes and rest your head back against the truck to enjoy the wind and sun on your face.

Yoongi exhales shakily, letting his eyes fall closed and thinking to himself that today was a good day.

The Kim brothers let you out at the old Choi’s restaurant. Yoongi helps Taehyung with unloading the bikes, earning himself a choir of impressed “ooooh a strong man” from the three brothers. It made him blush and lower his eyes.

“So that is where we part”, you say, looking between the three brothers.

They all nod their heads.

“Happy early birthday Joon, be sure to expect a personal delivery of chocolate cake next week”, you tell him, caressing his upper arm.

Namjoon grins shyly, “I’ll let my girl know you come over, 'cause I’m most definitely in the mountains.”

“Mhm I’ll give it to her. You guys be careful in the mountains, ride carefully.”

“We will”, Taehyung says and nods his head.

“You rascal don’t talk, we all know she meant you”, Seokjin teases, giving Taehyung a slap on the ass.

“Hyung!” he whines and pouts.

You cackle, “either way guys, have a nice meal. Make sure to eat lots.”

“Thank you ___ it was nice to meet you”, Seokjin says and grins, “and you too Min Yoongi.”

“Yes uhm, me too. Thank you for driving us.”

“Hey no worries. See you ‘round guys.”

“See you guys.”

And with that the three brothers disappear inside the restaurant, leaving you and Yoongi with your pets behind.

“See? They are sweet guys.”

“Mhm, they are”, Yoongi agrees and blushes, “thank you ___ for uhm, introducing me to everyone here.”

“Aw hey, it’s no bother.”

“No it’s…nice”, he gives you a smile, “I suck at making friends, so thank you.”

“Mhm, I’m happy to help”, you say and get on your bike, “let’s get home. You think you can manage those hills?”

Yoongi chuckles, “we’ll see, if not just leave me behind.”

Yoongi manages just fine, even if he needed your encouraging chants of his name. His cute complaints and yells made you giggle like crazy. He is so adorable.

You and him race each other to his house, tearing up in the cool air and from laughter.

Yoongi wins, which was a surprise to both of you. He wins a round of applause and an impressed nod of your head.

Then it was already time to say goodbye, both of you looking at Yoongi’s cottage with racing hearts.

“So I guess I have to let you go then”, you joke, but pout.

“Yeah I guess so”, Yoongi agrees, seeming nervous beyond recovery.

Your eyes meet. You feel so nervous too. Today was such a lovely day and Yoongi was so cute. You kind of want to kiss him.

So you step closer and wrap your fingers around his wrist. Yoongi’s pulse is racing under your fingertips, his widened eyes are glued to your lips. So he wants to kiss you too. Somehow this makes you even more nervous. You want this kiss to be perfect because Yoongi makes you feel so nice and you really, really don’t want to leave a bad first impression. Do you taste weird? Smell weird? Oh no, now it’s already too late to check, you are already leaning in. Are your lips soft enough? Quick! Wet them. Now swallow, you have too much saliva in your mouth. Now say something sweet, something that will make his heart skip a beat.

“Thank you for today, I had so much fun with you”, you whisper and step closer.

“Me too, I uhm”, Yoongi takes a step back, leaving you hanging in midair, “thank you so much for the picnic, it was really yummy.”

You feel flabbergasted, staring at him with widened eyes. He just pulled back.

“Of course, I uh…”

Yoongi laughs nervously, “I’ll see you around ___, have sweet dreams tonight”, he blabbers, putting even more distance between him and you by going behind his fence and closing the gate.

“Sure…you too”, you mumble, feeling way too baffled by the entire situation to ask him what exactly was wrong.

So you are left watching him stumble to his door and disappear inside after giving you a quick wave of his hand.

You turn to Levi, pointing at Yoongi’s closed door.

“Did you just see that?” you ask him, “what the hell was that about?”

Levi looks at you with tired eyes. He has no idea and quite frankly he just wants to get home and fall asleep.

“Did I really read the entire situation so wrong?” you ask him and laugh in embarrassment, “did he not see today as a date? Levi, am I just a friend to him?”

Levi stays quiet.

“Levi, I just made a fool of myself. Holy frick, I’m never ever leaving my house again”, you say, grab your bike and then run as quickly as possible, “this was so embarrassing. I’m such an idiot, holy moly I will literally die of embarrassment. Levi this is not good. This isn’t at all good.”

And just up the road, behind closed doors, Yoongi has plopped right against said door and buried his face in his own palms while Holly was sniffing at his feet.

“I’m a goddamn coward, Holly”, he says and groans.

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Aomine x fem!reader

In which the reader celebrate their x birthday and Aomine do his best to please her !

A/N : Specials thanks to @vespersposts for giving me this idea haha ! And sorry this is being published so late.

Warning : It’s very suggestive but no smut :). It’s long as hell.

He tried, he tried really his best, but wandering like this for 3 hours now, Daiki just had to admit he was too much of an idiot to organize by himself something as much romantic as a picnic. It’s sad but it’s so true, as he’s barely able to walk, his legs ? wasted as he kept walking around the mall, and damn that was more tiring than running after a ball for a whole basketball match. With now a strong headache because of the lot of thinking and comparaison between products along his own ideas : he still didn’t know where to start, what to buy, what to do exactly and it’s ridiculous. He won’t go anywhere as it is now and well if he wanted to do everything correctly and on time he had no many options lefts as he’s coming out of the mall hands empty: he’s calling Satsuki.

And gosh, he’s regretting immediately as he hear her annoying voice through the other end of the phone and remembers the type of specimen that is Momoi Satsuki, his childhood friend still calling him "Dai-chan".

« You ??! Why are you calling me for this time ? »

It’s weird, Aomine didn’t remember playing with her nerves recently so why the aggressive response ? And shit, it’s going to be more complicated to ask her a favor.

« What do you mean this time ?! It’s the first time I’m calling you today ! And anyway I don’t care… I’m doing something important.

– Uh ?! If it’s so important why do you call me for then ?! And don’t make it look like as if you didn’t do anything…! Yes you didn’t call me but you literally harassed me with silly questions for the 2 previous hours ! Why do you need to know the meaning behind flowers, where to find great blankets, what kind of candles exists–?! »

Yeah maybe he has been kind of an asshole with her by asking her so many questions in the morning when he just lost hope after loosing an hour wandering like a ghost in front of many stores but this time, he was a good asshole.

« Oi, those questions concerns directly the damn emergency : I’ll need your help Satsuki… I want to do something nice for her, for y/n birthday. »

And after a moment of silence, he hear again the squeaky voice of his friend screaming in happiness and the sound of failling dishes on the floor… was she trying to cook ? Not his problem anyway. Momoi has always been shipping him with you… and this since like basically you two met.

« YES ! FINALLY YOU BEHAVE LIKE A MAN ! DAI-CHAN YOU MAKE ME SO PROUD !!

– For god sake, stop being so loud ! Almost got me dropping my phone there !!

– YESS! What do you need exactly my help for ? Let me guess… I will have to organize things isn’t it ? And you see big ? I know you want to do something really adorable for her if you managed to get yourself to that mall so early in the morning ! Alright… I may need a team for this… I must call appropriate persons ! Hahaha ! I’m so smart !

– Are you finished ? Like in your stupid monologue ?

– As the one asking me help you better watch your mouth..!

–….

– Yeah that’s what I thought… If I am not helping you you will start growing older just thinking about a preparation schedule.

– Don’t you dare calling me stu–!

– Get to my house as early as you can and give me details about what you want to do there ! See ya !»

And his pinky haired friend cutted the conversation off like this, leaving him embarrassed as hell and annoyed. He needed definitely her manager services but pushing him to admit it and hurting his ego like this shouldn’t be allowed. As he get himself to sit in his car finally, Aomine take the road for this appartement in town he knows too damn well to his liking… Everybody changed of place including both him and Satsuki after high school but here he was knowing the way to her home by heart like when they were kids and still neighbors. But Aomine would never let it know to her, always faking using gps when she would be in the car. But if he was honest what’s more surprising is that he’s still able to tell the way to her home from the mall which wasn’t close at all from hers but yeah, stupid details anyway. He wonder what Momoi had behind her mind as he starts playing some music in the car, bothering by the way every others conductors on the road but hey ! This isn’t illegal to play fine music in his car and share it with the world right ?

It’s after a rather long time, something like 45 minutes that he’s in front of Satsuki portals tapping the code he as well, think he know a bit too much to his liking and get himself in the clean and good smelling infrastructure. Now not loosing a minute as his precense here is timed. You will start searching for him in maybe 3 hours if you’re returning early from university and he didn’t wanted you to suspect anything.

But as Aomine ring to the door, more or less impatient because of his own restraints, what a surprise to see Kuroko open the door.

« Tetsu ? What are you doing here ?

– Hi, Aomine-kun. I don’t know neither ? But Momoi-san said you will need my help ? »

Looking in the dead paned pale blue eyes of the boy, Aomine feel something in him… a weird sensation in his body telling him that there is even more surprises waiting for him as he enters and that your birthday preparation… would be chaotic.

« Oh here is y/n prince charming, I never thought you could be so nice and affectionate to a person, Aomine-cchi ! They say love change people !

– Dai-chan, here you are ! »

From all people, of course Momoi would pick this guy to help him… The most noosey of them all.

« Satsuki what the stupid blonde doing here ?Sakurai ? You’re here too… KAGAMI ? How is that dumbass going to help me in anyway ?! »

And she somehow managed to bring worst than him ?

« Stupid blonde ? That’s what I am to you ? How rude !

– And who do you call a dumbass ?! You’re lucky that Kuroko dragged me here and that y/n is a great friend uh ! Because why would I help a guy like you ?!

– As excepted the ambiance here is as tense as I thought… Everyone, everyone please ! »

Momoi sigh as she push Aomine to sit down, and try to calm him down by saying your name and this way remind him your birthday what does immediate effect as the others silence themselves seeing Aomine suddenly so serious and focused. Waiting for instructions and proper explanations, they got called here as if it was a sort of military rassemblement.

« The man that we know as Dai-chan here, as some of you know has a lovely girlfriend named y/n that he loves from the bottom of his heart !

– Satsuki–!

– What ? Did I lie ? And in her birthday occasion he terribly wants to make her happy and remember that he will always remain by her side… so he planed to…? »

The woman look in his eyes with a lot of persistency as she wants him to respond to her question. Everyone being very expectant of what Aomine would say.

–… a picinic.

– A very romantic picnic, sirs ! Aomine-kun said a romantic picnic and we should help him in this quest ! As I predicted it Kagami, Sakurai we will need your cooking skills. The food have to be homemade but like me… Dai-chan don’t know how to cook !

– Okay… I will try my best ! But… sorry in advance Kagami-kun if I bother you in your cooking !!

– You excuse yourself of something that didn’t already happened ?! And are Aomine skills that bad ?!

–… « Like you » is a bit of an exaggerated comparaison Momoi-cchi, dont you think ?

– Keep that mean comment to yourself at least Ki-chan, no ?! Especially since you and I will work together buying everything we need for decorations and taking important decisions! We can’t let Aomine bring disgusting food for this day..!

–…. And what is Tetsu purpose if I may ask instead of trash talking me ?

– You ask his purpose even before himself ? Can’t you be considerate of how he may take this question ?!

– It’s alright Momoi-san…

– Tetsu-kun is emotional support !

– WHAT-?! »

Aomine seem clearly doubtful of that emotional support role as he brings his hands to his face, heavily sighing…. Didn’t they grew older ? And Momoi would still keep having this weird antics and bias for Kuroko ?

« Don’t underestimate the emotional support role Uh ! Tetsu-kun will be the most useful of us all ! You seriously need someone to advice you how to behave like a gentleman and good manners ! y/n deserves the princess treatment, pretty words coming from your mouth as you compliment her ! And only Tetsu-kun can teach you to be this romantic and polite ! Do you want to have an impact or nah ?! »

Kuroko trying to not seem awkward look away as Momoi said that, not desiring to bring attention to him but he wonder what expression can be on Aomine face so he briefly look at him to see the embarrassment on it. But it was unlike Aomine, it was an embarrassment that didn’t hold annoyance but surprising complete fluster as he looked really messy trying to hide it. So he really wanted to be a gentleman and say to you lovely words of affection ? How unrecognizable he was at that moment.

« Are you okay with this organization ?!

– Yes…Whatever !

– Also… I am pretty sure Aominecchi thought about this already if we are all gathered here but alongside the picnic, shouldn’t he give her a gift ?

– Right… Excuse me Aomine-kun but I don’t think that the picnic by itself w-would be sufficient…

– Uh ? For who do y’all think I am..?!

– So you already have some planed idea for this ?

– Y/n gift is the only thing I had been able to get at that damn mall ! »

And when Aomine hear his friends gasping in joy if it wasn’t for some even screaming, he know that the days before your birthday would be long and tiring…. But everything would be worth it.

When he came back home, despite how much low on energy he was, Aomine felt great as he was faking to had take a nap on the couch and that he, with the help of his long arm enveloped himself to you. Holding your hips as you walked in front of him in the pyjama short you quickly wore once home, it was like you came out as well from a tiring day.

You complained about him doing this like you always did but ceased this comedy and appreciated silently as he lazily rested his head on your lap along with his hands, leaving a soft trail of kisses on that part of your exposed skin between the top of your shorts and shirt. You feel that weird thing tickling in you that make you shiver an instant as Aomine bring you slowly but surely to lay on him. He know you loved this, you know that he know it was making your heart melt each time, so he kept being touchy, leaving slightly wet kisses on your shoulders and neck now as he get you to sit with him and you didn’t bothered defending yourself overwhelmed by your own weakness for him.

It was like that to be in love with Aomine Daiki like that for Aomine Daiki to be in love with you, to be overpowered by love. To the point both of you becoming unrecognizable but none of you would care.

Or at least if it was in the intimacy of your home because the weeks of preparation for your birthday were full of teasing remarks and jokes about your couple that were embarrassing your boyfriend as he couldn’t really argue on top of the already chaotic group energy.

The second day of preparation Momoi and Kise were already plotting something shady together but nobody managed to make them spill out an information about their evils intention and they were too busy planning the whole project in terms of budget. At day three Momoi got in contact with Midorima and Akashi to play some music but both of them left the proposition on stand by as they were occupied that day but Midorima… was much more specific and concerning toward his reasons ? Warning Aomine about potential disappointment coming at him for that day relying on his horoscope or whatever ? Aomine hanged off right on his nose when he started talking about his « magician » stuff.

Day four, Momoi and Kise finally decided to go buy the decorations to the stores and dragged Aomine along them by saying he as well was part of the decoration as an excuse to make him buy a new elegant outfit to seduce again, like he does everyday the woman in you. And how charmed Momoi and Kise were, almost teary, as Aomine specifically requested to be relying on your tastes and own recommendations for him he had the opportunity to hear in the past but never did because he was a bit too shy and lazy but now ? he wanted to please you that badly. He wanted to make you smile. So he wholeheartedly trusted your past advice and damn without lying to himself… he found the Aomine Daiki standing in front of the mirror damn hot like this, wearing these colors, these clothes.

Day five of preparation looked like taking a japanese class as roughly Aomine found himself making poesy and haikus. Kuroko trying to teach him good sounding sentences and sort of basic metaphorical ways to express his feelings but in the end they ended up deciding to let Aomine go freestyle on this for a more authentic effect. Sixth day… Kise almost burned the blanket they bought for the picnic when they set everything on the park as a trial and in the afternoon it was Momoi and Nigou that almost ruined something by being involved in the kitchen.

And finally the last and seventh day was dedicated for mental preparation and rehearsals of what Daiki would do, behave like he planed to in front of you but it was Kuroko, Kise, Kagami and Sakurai imitating you. And without a doubt, that day was the most embarrassing one for him and scary as not only your birthday was the day just in the corner but that yeah maybe Aomine really needed Tetsu as an emotional support to make him forget about all the pressuring in his stomach at the idea to not deceive you.

« Alright ! Our mission is finished, thanks everyone ! » Says the manager with a cheeky smile on her face.

Aomine head was so empty and messy at the same time he didn’t bothered to point out that stupid expression on her face as well as the one on Kise but if only he knew. If only he knew what they have done. It was with a blank mind that he left them to see you home having to pretend that he forgot about what’s so special about the day tomorrow when he literally only thought about this day for weeks now. Playfully bothering and teasing you like usual when you would walk in front of him or casually hug him… how cute of you, being more touchy than usual, seeking so desesperatly for his attention. But he knows that if he lets you cling into him like that he will end up kissing you everywhere and drop the acting. Wishing you an happy birthday as midnight arrive in your shared bed while he would make you love… it was tempting but he had to resist these thoughts.

For once he wanted to appear as pure and out of dirty thoughts boyfriend to you. And it was thinking like this that Aomine slept before midnight on purpose and dissipated in the morning like a flash. Satsuki and Kise telling him to do this for dramatic effect even if it was a day off for both of you.

As you wake up, not long after Aomine left, not sensing his warmth and powerful arms on you. Getting yourself to sit in bed, you unconsciously look around you like a lost puppy to find him, gripping your phone as you don’t see him in the room. Looking at the hour, you’re even more surprised as it was quite early in the morning and that well your boyfriend was far from being the kind that you can call an early bird. But giving more attention as you glance at your lock screen you spot a message notification from Daiki.

« Match day. I’m going to return for 2pm.»

And the little reassured smile forming in the corner of your lips turned into a pout as you realized today was your birthday and that Daiki wouldn’t be here in the morning but it was fine if he would be here after his match…. Aomine always warned you much earlier than this for day match, at least when he didn’t forget about it but you chose to believe him today as he already timed his arrival and wanted to trust him. But as you receive his next message, a playful expression take over your face.

« Get ready. We’re going out after that.»

He could have mean that in the sense that he wanted to celebrate his future victory with you but you know your boyfriend, you know how to read between lines because of the time spent with him. And can guess a vague idea of what’s planed for you as the overall situation is a bit too strange to your liking. You jump out of the bed quite excited but realize there is a long time before Daiki would return home and mourn yourself on that couch your boyfriend lazed around so much.

Impatient, you try distracting yourself by watching a movie, eating breakfast and other stuff you would have done on a day off with Daiki. But each minutes, seconds, slowly getting you closer of that moment are long and you decide to get some time for yourself, some time to think more deeply as you were known as an over thinker. Looking by the window, dressed in your boyfriend shirt you, zone out at the view of a calm neighborhood not far from town. That was disrupted by kids in bikes playing together under a generous sun, but their sounds was muffled down by multiples oaks, their charming greens leafs all together forming a sort of anti-sound barrier between the sky and earth. And here you were in the middle, observing that separation between two worlds, two spaces, which didn’t communicate but constantly met with each other’s the lower representing the past and the higher the future. Your nostalgia and your ambitions.

Looking down you remember thoses sunny days after practice when both Aomine and you were studying at Too, sleeping around as you were cuddling as the lazy couple you were. But one day, you remember him taking you to a Sakura tree for your one year anniversary and under it giving you a kiss on the temple as he pulled your hair back, for him to see that eye candy face he loves clearly. He said your name then nodded in satisfaction after the kiss, knowing he got you internally burning as he pressed you against his body and heard that sick heartbeat of yours.

He laughed it off before himself looking away a brief second and getting hot but Aomine was more courageous as he looked back into your eyes and managed to say « I chose you again. » before slowly crashing this time his lips against yours lovingly, passionately. It was like being in a dream even if that perverted hand of his got up under your left breast during the delicate exchange, as he was holding you right against him, Aomine sitting behind you and using a curious angle to kiss you and squeeze your cheeks but you liked it much. As he kept your chin in his hand after the kiss and that from your posture you could see how intense the expression on his face was so full of love and just love again.

Aomine never has been what you can call a romantic man but he had those moments, those gestures… you would never ask to substitute instead. You grin just thinking again about his arms surrounding your body still surrounding you in the same way till this day if not stronger and dare look at the sky. Confidently foreseeing an illuminated future, a future in which maybe a ring will figure beautifully on your finger. A future as passionate, dynamic, lively and malicious as today because it was this life full of malice with Aomine you wanted. A life full of simple things, of dumbassery, of pranks set on each other’s, a life full of playful banters and hilarious moments for ever. Memories building themselves up until they’re so many you don’t remember but that your old selves would have fun to tell others. But it was also concrete projects, ambitions, vision of a shared future of success, accomplishment and risks. A future in which it’s you and him against the world, you and him together and nobody else. Your hand always holding his, firmly and never letting him go.

Because that man did something to you, you don’t know what but that got you scotched to him and wrapped up around his finger. He did something that would make you follow him around every where, leaving you like a lost puppy when absent and crazy at his side. And you hated it as much as you loved it, and now the man would have to bare with the consequences of that spell he cast upon you by your existence always remaining by his side and haunting him into loving you. Oh it was scary to be in love.

To be desperate and vulnerable, you think as you start going toward your dress robe pulling out the dress, the shoes, the makeup and accessories. Decided to look as beautiful as ever even if Daiki ended up taking you to Mc Donald’s, you have faith in him. You wanted to impress him, you wanted to thanks him for the woman he made out of you today.

A woman full of ressources, kinda stupid as butterfly keep flying in her stomach till this day, but happy and good with herself.

A long time ago, when you were insecure you wouldn’t have seen yourself in a so bold dress, but she suited you very well like when you tried it doing shopping few days ago with Momoi and Kise. As if it was made for you, to compliment that body of yours Daiki liked to admire and wreck under every angle… you know it would please him much, even distract him a lot if you wore that today, but god knows your intentions and silly you, to be wanting to test that man patience you know to be very long indeed.

You can’t help yourself but laugh a little as you slowly enlighten your beauty by putting on some makeup, lipstick rolling down your lips and coloring it. Eye shadow making your eyes more appealing. Eventually came the time when someone presented themselves to your door not long after you were finished, even wearing your shoes already. And it was your prince charming, a bouquet full of gardenias in hands. Standing in all his height as beautiful as ever, you obviously stare as you’re stunned to see him like this. Completely conquered already, as you told him many time before to try dressing like this and he did now, for you. And you can’t help but smile like an idiot, you try to hold yourself back from hugging him and kissing him already wanting to hear what can he say, how Aomine Daiki planed to make this day special for you. Or in other words how Aomine Daiki planed to prove to you his love again thanks to the multiples rehearsals he did with Kuroko imitating you.

« Hi babe.. He says, the confident smile adorning his lips vanishing as he see your face and his heart skip a beat.

You’re lovely as always but right now he happen to not be able to ignore it like he usually do.

« You’re gorgeous y/n. And he looses his words when you thanks him shyly and get a brighter expression.

You position yourself against the door, having to hold onto something to not fall in love again. But it makes Aomine even more embarrassed as he now pay attention to your clothing.

« I… I bought these flowers for you, for your birthday.. ? Let’s make this one even special than previous ones, babe.

And as he hand to you the flowers, his jaw barely stay in place, his lack of self control driving him to unconsciously grip your hips, draw your back closer and now you’re even glued to him, your chest on his torso. In fact this look like the start of a hug.

« You will ?

– I will if you follow me….

– I will, even blinded if you wanted me to.

–…. And only if you kiss me, like right now.

– As if you really needed to ask for it… »

And two soul met that way as they kiss each other, two lustful souls that wanted nothing more but to satisfy their physical needs but Aomine had to show you his surprise, his gift for you…

Stopping you as you embrace his toungue and get him deeper into that rabbit hole of love. Oh man it was tempting to just let himself dragged along by you and let swirl the emotional mess in his body.

« I’ll think this would be enough miss… »

He says as he rest his forehead on top of yours, his short blue hair tickling your face and his blue eyes studying your facial expression with attention. You never wanted so much to bite his cheeks right now, his beautiful tan skin calling for your teeth and lips to softly crash on him, teasing him into giving in but you carry yourself back again. As you know… that fun will arrive in due time.

« We’re going. »

And you follow him in his car so excited that you don’t even let Aomine hold the car door for you. You take a seat, lovingly waiting for Aomine to get going. And watch the road with an idiot face when he starts driving, questioning him about his surprise but he wouldn’t tell you anything which was even more exciting. As you seek for clues but none of the clue you had would’ve let you know that Aomine would take you into a natural park until he station himself in a parking not far. The smell of green, the calming silence in company of a distant sound of a water fall. You turn around Aomine, tying your arm around his as you press himself to him. Today you were sure not ashamed of clinging into him like this as both of you enter the green area which was on top of that deserted but reserving a natural park for oneself was impossible right ?

You don’t bother thinking about this detail anyway once you see the candles and blanket on the floor in the spot you think was the more visually appealing of the park, surrounded by flowers and not so far from the flowing water. The nice odor getting out from the basket of food seating under the tree… oh my.

– Dai-kun…

The whole thing was reminding you your first year anniversary as a couple and it got you teary, going for a hug as you tip toe even in your heels.

– Do you like it ?

– It’s perfect, you can’t imagine how happy I am. »

And you smooch your face against him, pulling out of his embrace to enjoy this instant to celebrate the birth of a special girl…. but what a surprise to see a bush moving in a way that you think unnatural when you turn back to sit.

«…. Did you saw two flashes like me hiding behind there ?

– What–?! What are you talkingabout y/n ? Pfft… you’re seeing things ! Aomine shrug off after looking in the direction you indicated with insistance.

– I could have sworn it was pink and brown ?

– Some flowers around here are pink and brown as well…

– You’re right… but… anyway I should just shut myself and starts enjoying this moment with you instead. »

And you get yourself to sit, charmed by the romanticism of the roses and burning candles. The sensation of grass beneath your feets and the air softly caressing your face, your heart racing as your cheeks flush.

« Can I kiss you again, Daiki ? »

And after a surprising time of hesitation when you say that, looking in a direction for reasons you don’t know, Aomine immediately smash his lips on yours, smirking in that expression you like so much.

« Do you want to eat what’s in that picnic basket or do you want to eat me ? You naughty girl.»

And you smile, not knowing that not so far people were holding their stomach to not laugh and scream while Aomine was blushing…. And we’re talking about Aomine, the man you know with a dark complexion, it was damn hard for him to blush and for it to be visible.

« I’ll start with the picnic basket then you alright ? They say the better for the end. »

And you watch Aomine getting out food from it hence you shamelessly drool from the mouth.

« Don’t tell me you made it yourself ?!

– Hmpf… For who do you think I am ? Of course I did. »

And some agitation happened again when he said that but you wouldn’t notice, so much caught up in tasting entries plates. It was made with love without doubt, and you kissed Aomine on the cheeks, thanking him again. He said a stupid joke on your overly affectionate self and you laughed at it, teasing him in return. Meals were so good you couldn’t help but lick your finger and pick in Aomine plates which leaded to childish conflict between you two but eventually it would end by him looking deeply in your eyes and putting his hand on yours while looking at you like a splendid flower, similar to the one he stuck into your hair on your left side. But you were the one that would never fade away and keep glowing under the sun rays as he would cherish you everyday even as the bad gardener that he could be, watering you carefully everyday and taking care of your dressing as he would cut off the old leafs bothering your development. Cautiously, he would keep your essence and chase away invaders and danger.

But maybe you were enough watered for today, this would be too much right ? That rain failling upon both of you while you were starting drinking, the water was abundant and claimed to disrupt for a long moment. A too long moment for a princess like you and that Aomine would never make you endure just to end up sitting on wet grass and getting you dirty.

« Fuck… Y/n, I am sorry. »

And as he hurry to pack up things to get going fast at least in the car, Aomine remember about that thing Midorima said about horoscope and disappointing events happening that day… And it was sickening him to constat that yes indeed, his shit guessed right. The picnic he planed all this time got ruined by a stupid rain as he never ever thought about natural events bothering him in his plans…. Seeing Aomine annoyed face make you genuinely sad as you know it must have asked a lot of time from him and that he sure had things to show you he couldn’t have done but you don’t let yourself affected already glad for everything, enveloping Aomine vest tighter against your body.

« I’m getting sick of that picnic basket acting silly… Satsuki and the bunch of idiots hiding in the bushes take care of it, me and y/n are going ! »

And what a surprise when you see a group of persons getting up behind the vegetation… which were your common friends of Aomine and you.

« Whaat ?! It was y’all hiding here all along–?! »

And you get flustered as you spot Kise and Momoi with phones in their hands, they were obviously taking photos…

« Don’t pay attention to us… We are just the cleaning service ! »

And you don’t have the time to ask more questions while Aomine drag you away running under his coat with you toward the car and that your friends shakes their hands in the air to say goodbye. Maybe in the space of a minute too much surprising things happened to you.

« …Okay maybe I lied a bit, theses idiots helped me pulling this for you. » Daiki says as both of you sat in the car and he sighed, clearly upset.

« It’s fine. It doesn’t make me any less proud of you. »

And he let his head hit against the steering wheel as you bet that he’s insulting himself in his mind.

« No it’s not fine… I’m going to take you to some restaurant alright ? Whatever you want.

– But we already ate ? Are you hungry again ?

– It’s not the question y/n… We go whatever you want.

– It is. If you don’t want to eat I shouldn’t drag you to eat with me in restaurant and I don’t want to anyway, I am not hungry. Don’t pressure yourself into treating me somewhere, we had fun. We can go home.

– You’re sure ? »

And Aomine find himself surprised as he lift his head up seeing you holding his cheeks.

« Yes I am sure of that. I thought it was whatever I wanted ? »

And Aomine eyes lighted up looking in yours, always so lively and hardly discouraged. It has always been you and it would keep being you because he chose you again. And as he gain in some countenance again, he finally get moving, leading both of you on the way of home. He’s thinking of what he can do from there, and don’t find much if not nothing what makes him exasperated. Maybe he was a bit too dramatic and on edge about what happened but he couldn’t help it, only you could as he feel your soft hand pinching and caressing his tight while he’s driving. Movements going down and high as they make his body warmer and exceptant for nice things happening in a soon future, sometimes he forget that like him you can be much of a pervert. Of course you would like to get home with him rather than anything else.

« I figured that you and I can defy each other in a game to kill time. One versus one. You, me and a bed only as the court with infinite time. »

And you snicker at his dirty joke, excited, impatient.

« Will you let me score a point ? For my birthday…

– Depends. I feel like a should but you like it when I am mean to you. »

They say rain help people relaxing and forming one with their souls, reminding them their body needs. You rub your tights against each other’s, when you remember the last time Aomine and you did it : It has been a while explaining why you were terribly horny. And you know what’s great ? Aomine was too. And once you get out of that car with him holding your waist you know you are in for some fun. You didn’t entered the house that you found yourself pinned down, getting involved in a dangerous kiss, tongue sensually meeting.

« You’re so wet. »

He said but you know what he’s talking about and it’s not the clothes. It’s about making your needy body remember this birthday.

«….And so pretty like the flowers I gave you… Do you know what they means ? The florist said gardenia are supposed to be useful when you want to tell a woman you find her pretty… as it’s a sort of floral jewelry ? It was the line I forgot to tell you earlier… the one the group of noosey people gave me to give you your gift. »

Your eyes widen as you hear what Aomine say all the while getting you naked what makes you flustered… your dress slowly falling from your shoulders to your ankles. Saying so cheesy things from him was really unusual and especially at this timing but you’re greatly surprised. Watching him decorating your ears with pretty earrings you know must have been expensive as hell.

« I need to fuck you wearing it. To make love to you with this, for your birthday.»

And you understand why the sudden interruption and dirty smile on his face.

« Happy birthday, doll. »

#knb #kuroko no basket #knb scenarios #aomine daiki #aomine x reader

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fablesofkitkat · 4 years ago

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pov: keeping it casual with Shiggy and Dabi

warning: suggestive / lime af

DISCLAIMER: this doesn't belong to the [Cherry, I run] timeline nor [can the world cease to exist?] timeline. I didn't want to write this pov because I felt like I haven't done enough character analysis on both Shiggy and Dabi to write them in the same pov; but a friend told me if I keep pussyfooting over writing two characters at once, how can I practice versatility in writing?

everyone is in LEGAL AGE in this pov.

if you want me to tag you on any Dabi povs or Shigaraki povs I'll write, let me know

"You look like you're the life of a party."

Shigaraki takes a side glance at you and a subtle scan to your body. His eyes lighted with curiousity and appreciation with your choice of outfit: a high neck tank top mesh, a dark indigo fitch lace bralette, a black high waisted skirt that hugged your hips nicely and black stilettos.

"And you look like you're going to church." He gave you a smile, turning his whole body to you.

You and Shigaraki were both seated on the bar stools. There were still alot of seats available, not that it was still early, it's just that it isn't midnight yet and clubgoers were only starting to get in. He takes a sip from his drink, tasting the whiskey followed by a hint of sweetness, mixed with herbal, bitter notes.

You giggled. "Amen to that."

It was always nice to meet someone who understands sarcasm, you thought. Your eyes roamed his form appreciatively, his long sleeved shirt fitted him nicely and there was something so charismatic about the man, you couldn't quite put a finger on.

"Sazerac?" He offered, gesturing to his drink. You nodded and he waves the bartender down, buying it for you. "Tell me something, church little miss. Why me?"

"Hmm?" You distractedly watch the bartender prepare your drink.

"You're planning on sleeping with me. Why?" He takes another sip. "We both know interactions like this don't end as innocent."

You demuredly smiled at him, an enticing provocation when you're dressed ready to f–

"I didn't want those guys at the dance floor who grinds themselves all over me. I want someone different, a little intellectual stimulation." You tilt your head and leaned towards him; your lips curled in a secretive smile. "A little foreplay, ya think?"

A bolt of heat shoots all over Shigaraki. It must be the sazerac. He's gotta admit that your boldness is quite attractive to him.

"You ever had it good?"

You snapped your eyes back to his. He caught you staring at his groin. To be fair, you were curious with his... package."What?" You asked, smiling seductively.

He cocks his head to the bartender. "The drink. Sazerac."

You flushed, thinking he was talking about sex. Now you're just embarrassed. "Oh, what do you mean?"

Shigaraki leans close to you like how you did earlier. Like sharing a little secret. His breath smells like whiskey, with hints of cherry and spice. A dry sardonic aroma. Dammit, why does the scent turn you on?

He cups your chin with his right hand, the texture of his thumb sleeve brings goosebumps to you. He turns your head to the bartender. "After mixing the sazerac to one of the glass, the other is rinsed with absinthe before finally pouring the drink to it. If the bartender doesn't do that when you order a sazerac, hop to a different bar."

You watch the bartender do exactly what he just said. You feel his thumb sleeve coyly touching the edge of your bottom lip, slowly following the curve of your chin, down to the curve of your throat, he pressed the spot aligned with your vocal fold that you let out a little gasp, or a squeak. His other hand is grabbing your thigh, preventing your legs from closing to relieve some of the ache.

"Ah-ah-ah." His voice deep but sing-song. "You don't get to close your legs with me here."

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Dabi was randomly watching himself blow circles to the ceiling in the smoke room. When he hears the door slide open and you appeared, trying to catch your breath. He took an observation at you and found himself attracted to the way your chest heaved. Not that it wasn't a common sight for him, what with women flocking towards him whichever club he went to. He blew a circle in your direction, meeting your eyes critically. He smiled at the snooty, upturned nose you did and the way you rolled your eyes.

"This is the wrong place to try and catch a breath." He greeted.

"I wasn't trying to catch my breath." You patted your chest, slowly getting your breaths to slow down.

He raised an eyebrow at your reply.

"Yes, I was. But I was trying to run from a creep who wouldn't take no for an answer and you're pretty intimidating, so I was hoping to bum on your presence 'til he's gone." You explained.

Dabi couldn't stop staring at how, despite being seen disheveled just now, you casually primped yourself with a compact mirror. It amused him so since no one really cared what people looked like after spending a few hours at the club, usually everyone would be a hot mess. He found you cute.

"What's in it for me?" He drew a breath from the shisha and blew it again lazily at you.

You eye him critically, pursing your lips. "My wonderful company."

"So I get to take you home?"

"No. My company is only available within the duration of my stay here."

"Pity." With mocking a tone, he smirked at you. "But then again, you seem like you're too vanilla anyways. Can't have sex without being in love with someone?"

Dabi watches how your eyes glinted menacingly, a silent vow to prove him wrong. He anticipates how you crossed the room from the door to him, his heart jumped when your fingers brushed his as you took the pipe from his hand. You took a deep long breath, leaned down and blew sweet, sweet smoke in his mouth. He closed his eyes as the tobacco filled his nostrils, along with your scent. It takes everything in him to just let the smoke trail all over his mouth, and not let his lips press against yours.

" Your many piercings seem like you're overcompensating for something. What, you don't want people to know you're the one who's actually vanilla?"

He opens his eyes and a lazy smirk settles on his lips. He grabs the pipe back and blows the smoke to your mouth just hairsbreadth from you. "Why don't we find out then?"

You feel the way the air moved with his lips. It was so close. It was electric. His eyes daring you to close the distance. You took up his challenge of course.

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"Oh, ffuuuck." You awkwardly stand by the door when you find Shigaraki and Dabi glaring at each other in the living room

"Who the fuck is he?" Dabi demanded

Shigaraki only glares at him and then turns towards you.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. Uhmm Dabi meet Shigaraki, my fubu. Shigaraki meet Dabi, my not-serious bf which basically is just another word for fubu." You awkwardly shuffled your feet. "I guess I had too much to drink, I accidentally texted the other and here you are... two... Hahaha..." Kami, you just made a huge awkward mistake. Dammit, you're gonna lose them both.

"Which one of us did you text first?" Shiggy asked.

"Which one does it better?" Dabi asked.

They exchanged glares at their simultaneous questions.

"Um–"

Suddenly, they are both on you; Shiggy cups your face, kissing you angrily, biting your lips til they bleed while Dabi is behind you, cupping your chest as he slowly takes off your clothes. Dabi kisses the spot behind you're neck, nipping your skin 'til there's all but teeth marks on your shoulder blades.

"I'm not stopping–" Both glared at each other for saying things at the same time again.

You moaned when Dabi starts press his hips on you while Shigaraki's hands unbutton your jeans, and finally touching you there.

"We're not stopping–" Dabi's hot breath fanned your right ear.

Shigaraki's low quiet rasp on your left ear. "–not until you know which one of us can do you better."

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AN:

[Cherry, I run] Dabi is screaming betrayal at me rn. Dw Dabi, this version of you has less issues than usual. [can the world cease to exist?" Shiggy is ignoring me, telling me he wouldn't share reader. ever.

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angel-riki · 4 years ago

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Dazed & Dreaming {Ch. 4}

summary: Y/N's life was always quite normal, some may even consider it boring. However, Y/N enjoyed her simple life and the little pleasures it brought. Unfortunately, that all changed the day she found out her best friend's biggest secret. Her discovery leads her down a rabbit hole of a new and confusing world she never knew existed. She must now navigate this new life filled with love, fear, and the supernatural. What awaits her down this path?

pairing: enhypen x reader (vampire au)

warnings: light swearing

words: 1,409

chapters: [Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3]

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You stood at your locker while stuffing all of the books needed for this weekend's homework into your backpack. You tapped your chin while scanning your locker. Hmm I think that's everything I'll need. You looked down at your phone to check the time. However, the date caught your eye instead as the realization hit you. Oh my god. Jake's birthday is tomorrow. You had completely forgotten. Jeez I'm a terrible friend, you sighed. There had just been so much going on recently, it had completely slipped your mind. You hadn't even gotten him a present yet. You stood there contemplating what to get him when suddenly, almost as if on cue, Sunoo appeared.

"Hey, Y/N!" He said with a cheerful smile.

"Oh, hi Sunoo!" You smiled back, although you were a bit confused. You and Sunoo had never really talked much before. You just met him for the first time last week, what business could he have with you?

"Sorry to bother you Y/N, but I just had a quick question for you," he began.

"Oh sure, what is it?" You ask. His eyes lit up as he continued.

"Sooo, it's Jake's birthday tomorrow and we were thinking of throwing him a surprise party! And since you're one of his closest friends, I was wondering if you'd like to help plan it with me and the rest of the boys." You were caught off guard by his request, it was almost like he knew that you were just thinking about Jake's birthday. What a funny coincidence. Regardless, you were excited to help out.

"Oh, that's a great idea, I'd love to help!" You replied.

"Yay! This is gonna be so fun, I can't wait!" He was full of excitement as he spoke. You chuckled. Cute. You and Sunoo continued discussing the party for a few minutes and it was decided that you were going bring the cake. You loved to bake so you were more than happy to do so. Shortly after Sunoo went off on his way, Heeseung approached you.

"Hey, Y/N," he said warmly. "Sunoo told me that you're in on the surprise party now, and I was actually going to grab some supplies after school so I was wondering if you'd like to come with me,"

"I'd love to," you said, smiling at him.

"Great," he replied, seeming quite happy that you accepted his offer. He didn't know what it was about you but as soon as you became friends, he wanted to be around you all the time. Something about you was just so addicting to him.

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You and Heeseung stood in the party aisle staring at the huge array of party supplies and decorations.

"Wow, there's quite a lot to pick from," you said. Heeseung nodded in agreement. Eventually, you both decided on some simple streamers and balloons as well as some birthday themed plates and napkins. Everything was black and ivory colored since those were Jake's favorite colors.

"This'll do," Heeseung said, satisfied.

"Yeah, let's go pay," you said while interlocking your arm with his. He had a difficult time keeping a smile from creeping onto his face as you did so.

You decided to go to the self-checkout since you were only buying a few things. You scanned all the items before putting them into a paper bag. The total appeared on the screen as you reached for your wallet.

"Oh don't worry about it, I got it," Heeseung said while pulling out his card.

"Don't be silly, I owe you for driving me around all the time. Let me pay, please?" You asked, although it was more of a command.

"Nope, I'm not letting you." He said with a teasing grin.

"Well, you're too late." You said as you beat him to the card slot. You faced him and stuck out your tongue. He rolled his eyes as you both laughed.

"I'll pay you back later." Heeseung said, not wanting to give up.

"Whatever you say," you retorted.

After you left the store, you headed back to the parking lot. Heeseung unlocked the car and put the bag in the backseat (he insisted on carrying it). He then shut the door before turning to you.

"Have you gotten a gift for Jake yet?" He asked.

"Uh, no not yet..." you answered. You were a bit embarrassed to admit that you still didn't have a present for him when his birthday was tomorrow.

"Perfect, I haven't either actually. Do you wanna go look around some shops and see what we can find?" He suggested.

"Oh, yeah. That sounds good," you said, relieved that you were both in the same boat.

You decided to check out the nearest clothing shop. After entering the store, you began looking around for something that Jake might like. Heeseung began his own search as well. You were looking through a rack of coats when you saw a huge faux fur coat. You giggled at the thought of Jake wearing it. You slipped it on and called out to Heeseung.

"Oh this is totally up Jake's alley, dontcha think?" You asked while striking a pose in the ridiculous coat. Heeseung snorted at you and nodded.

"Totally." He agreed sarcastically.

You continued to look through the rack a bit more before you found another hideous jacket. This one was neon green and covered in random zippers and buckles. It was incredibly tacky. So of course, you put it on.

"Gosh I look terrible in this. Then again, I don't think anyone would actually look good in it." You chuckled. Heeseung laughed along and shook his head.

"I think you'd look nice in anything," he uttered under his breath. Thankfully, you didn't hear him because if you did, your heart probably would of burst.

After looking around a bit longer, you eventually settled on a brown corduroy jacket and a bottle of cologne that you thought fit Jake's taste. Heeseung had picked out a nice pair of sneakers and a small ring. You both checked out before making your way back to the car. It had gotten rather chilly outside as you shivered and rubbed your hands together in attempt to keep them warm. Heeseung noticed you shivering and set both of the shopping bags down (he insisted on carrying them again) before turning to you and wrapping his hands around yours. You were caught off guard by his gesture. Your heartbeat picked up rapidly. He kept his hands around yours for a moment before looking back up at you.

"Better?" he asked with a kind smile.

"Y-yeah, thanks," you were definitely much warmer now, considering how hot in the face you had become. Luckily, it just seemed like your face was flushed from the cold. At least that's what you hoped Heeseung assumed. You made it back to the car and quickly climbed into the passenger seat as Heeseung put the rest of the bags in the back. He then returned to the driver's seat and immediately turned on the heat.

The ride home was pleasent as you both chatted and sang along to the radio. You were surprised to find out that Heeseung has a lovely singing voice. Could he get any more perfect?? You were a little bit sad when you arrived at your house, not wanting your time with him to end. You thanked him for taking you shopping as you climbed out of the car.

"No problem, thanks for coming with me. I had fun." He said happily.

"I had fun too," you said. You smiled and waved goodbye as he drove away. After heading inside, you went to grab your phone out of your jacket. As you stuck your hand in your pocket, you felt something else in there along with your phone. It felt like paper of some kind. You pulled it out to see what it was. It was a $20 bill. You stared at it in confusion before you realized where it came from. Oh my god, how and when did he even put this here?? You rolled your eyes and giggled. Heeseung did promise to pay you back after all.

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Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I didn't intend for the shopping trip to take up the entirety of it, but here we are hahaha. Regardless, thank you for reading and supporting the series, it really helps me stay motivated! :)

~Elle <3

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rvmmm21 · 4 years ago

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Would you comsider a steamy wenrene where irene is gentle with her wannie? you can make it yandere but please I just need to see irene be nice to wendy for a change 😢😢😢😢

considered. written. how does it feel to get a whole bunch of NOTHING. hahaha. i tried, but what am i if not a frustrating pit of maybes. have your 50%.

tw: wendy’s LIES.

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“Wan–ah, don’t be ridiculous.” Joohyun calls back as Seungwan’s hand reaches for the door, patting the mattress beside her in that totally–not–demanding–but–demanding voice of hers. “I know you’ve been having nightmares. Sleep with me tonight.”

Seungwan freezes, then dips her gaze. Damn, the duvet on Joohyun’s side suddenly looks ten times fluffier than hers. It… can’t hurt, right? Just one night. After a visible deliberation, Seungwan edges her way over and gingerly settles down, lifting the duvet and artlessly snuggling under it with a nervous chuckle. Gosh, it’s even warmer than she’d expected. Or… wait, is that just her own body heat from how fast her heart is going? She has no idea. And it’s not like she can think of much other than the whiffs of that crisp fabric conditioner Joohyun loves to use.

“Night, Wannie. Sweet dreams. I hope you—”

“G’night unnie,” Seungwan accidentally interjects Joohyun while she’s bidding her goodnight. She half expects an eye-roll for that awkward timing but Joohyun simply huffs fondly and turns to face away from her.

Wow, good job. No, seriously. Way to go, Seungwan. Jesus.

The older is out like a light, leaving the other sweating in the dark with a racing heart and an embarrassingly explicit reel of thoughts.

It’s fine, it’s not like she’ll know, right? I’ll just stay up, Seungwan thinks, pulling the duvet up under her chin. For a good two minutes, all she can hear is the sound of the soft snoring next to her. She focuses on her own mechanical breathing, staring up into the darkness.

The gentle draft from the ceiling fan is drying her eyes out. That’s fine, though. Because she has no intention of sleeping.

As much as Seungwan is determined, so is the fatigue. And it isn’t long before she’s drifting off into the first proper sleep she’s had in forever. Thank god they established the mandatory ten inches of space between them before Joohyun knocked out. There’s no way Seungwan’s crossing that boundary anytime soon; invisible as it may be, and as loudly as Joohyun may have laughed at her when she suggested it.

What was it Joohyun called her? A weirdo? Whatever, she isn’t about to take any chances. Especially not when she’s almost four hundred percent sure Joohyun doesn’t know about the… little crush she’s harbouring.

A little later on into the night Seungwan feels a distant tapping on her shoulder, and then she’s opening her eyes to a gentle smile nudging her awake. It’s only her side profile, but Joohyun’s beauty is dazzling, even through the filter of the night. Seungwan unconsciously licks her lips.

“Wan–ah, it’s nice but—” the older woman pauses for a soft yawn, “bit looser please… hard to breathe.”

Once Seungwan shakes herself awake enough to make sense of what she’s hearing, she barely manages to keep from having a heart attack right there and then. She is— to her absolute horror— curled right into Joohyun’s back, practically nuzzling into the nape of her neck with her arms wrapped (breath–takingly snugly, apparently) around her waist, like a little puppy snuggled up to the warmth of its mother.

“Oh!” she yelps, reeling back in shock and doing her best to let Joohyun know she’s repulsed at herself, not her.

I— I thought you were my bolster, unnie?! She wants to scream.

Too bad she’s so preoccupied in berating herself to notice the look on Joohyun’s face. The one that screams she anything but minded. Seungwan tries to detach herself from Joohyun’s back, but to her surprise, Joohyun stops her with a firm— “It’s okay. Stay.”— and an arm on top of hers, holding it there.

Guess they’re spooning tonight.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

They’re kissing. Joohyun’s kissing her. Electrified dewdrops on grass blades catch between Seungwan’s prying fingertips, cool and wet. One by one, they’re absentmindedly plucked out of the soil when Joohyun connects their smiles in the humid summer air, murakami flowers embroidering their hearts together.

The scent of vanilla–mint shampoo is cloying her nose. She’s tasting her, fingers are tangling in her hair, tilting her back slightly…

“J–Joohyun unnie…”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“W—Wannie?”

A perfect voice cuts through her dream, a hand on her shoulder already gingerly rousing her from her sleep.

Again.

“Wan—ah… you said my name.” And of course, Joohyun’s groggy voice sounds good enough to kiss, damn it. “Are you having a bad dream?”

“Mm… sorry unnie, sorry…” Seungwan mumbles softly, rolling onto her back with a huff and palming her eyes, trying to adjust to reality.

Joohyun shimmies closer. Her vision is fuzzy, but she can still see Seungwan. Gosh, she thinks, giving her a once over, that dream must’ve been horrible. The poor thing is sweating.

If only Joohyun knew the truth, the warmth in Seungwan’s cheeks might’ve been raised several degrees… alongside the warmth below her waistband.

Suddenly the room is far, far too hot. Suddenly, Seungwan wishes she wasn’t trapped under Joohyun’s incredibly comfortable duvet with the most attractive woman on the planet. She tries to stretch her legs, tries to create a small air pocket to let some of that suffocating heat escape, but it does little to cool anything down. Ironically, it garners more of Joohyun’s attention, feeling the other girl shift so uncomfortably like that. After a couple of tense, silent moments, Seungwan’s tolerance snaps and she moves to get up. But Joohyun catches this instinctively and snakes an arm around her waist, tugging her down, stopping her from leaving again.

Seungwan seems adamant this time, though. “Unnie… I should go back to my room—”

Joohyun isn’t listening, choosing instead to press her with a question of her own. “Aren’t you going to tell me what you were dreaming about?”

Whatever, Seungwan thinks, just give her the sparknotes version. There’s no need for her to know everything.

“We…” she admits slowly, “… we were in the grassy patch under the tree… you— you know, where we usually…?”

She pauses to make sure Joohyun is following. Sure enough, that patient nod gives her the answer she needs to nervously clear her throat.

“And it was raining but it stopped, and then… and then. Ahh, I don’t know. I think I need to cool off, unnie, I need to pee anyway,” Seungwan lies. She barely manages to pull the covers off her and push her hands into the mattress before Joohyun is gently holding her down to it, hovering over her in a way that has her airways clogged and her heartbeat an irregular mess.

“You’re sweating,” Joohyun points out the one thing Seungwan’s trying to hide. “You’re overheated. Are you feeling alright?”

Seungwan wants to say yes. So, so badly. But she shakes her head. It’s not a definitive shake, but it’s one vague enough that Joohyun remains inquisitive. Seungwan curses herself for being so honest. Why couldn’t she just push her out of the way? And did she have to agree to sleeping with her tonight? Why couldn’t she just have said it was a nightmare?

Why can she never lie to Joohyun? Even if it’s to preserve her own dignity?

“I’m going to the bathroom. I really have to pee.” Seungwan insists, and Joohyun is all but convinced. She looks down at the girl under her with such gentleness. And then she leans over, supporting herself on one elbow beside Seungwan’s head while she brings her other hand up to caress her cheek.

There’s a tiny gasp from the girl at the sudden (but not entirely unwelcome) closeness. “... unnie… you— you’re too close.”

Joohyun gracefully ignores her, moving her fingers from Seungwan’s face to trace the loose neckline of her t-shirt, showing her exactly what she means. “I think you want me closer, don’t you, Wannie?”

“You’re blushing all over. Look, here…” Joohyun starts with a cold finger on Seungwan’s lower abdomen, sending a heated chill up her spine. She sucks in a sharp breath when Joohyun folds the hem of her sleep shirt up, exposing the flushed skin on her stomach. “... and here, too…”

“U-Unnie… please…”

But her unnie’s hand wanders wherever it pleases, ignorant to Seungwan’s helpless pleas. It strays further and further south and the younger girl isn’t even aware of what’s going on until there are fingers teasing at the waistband of her shorts.

“Seungwan?”

— who has been subconsciously licking her lips, stops as soon as she realises Joohyun’s eyes have been following the movements of her tongue the entire time.

“Seungwan,” Joohyun repeats, resting a hand on her thigh, “what happened next, in your dream…”

Ah, what’s the worst that could happen? Seungwan tells Joohyun the truth and spontaneously combusts. That, or they never speak or look each other in the eyes ever again. Joohyun’s already gotten this far, Seungwan thinks she has nothing else to lose.

Her voice is hardly louder than a whisper. “We… kissed. You— you kissed me.”

She isn’t sure if the older woman is actually paying attention to the highlight of her dream anymore, because the feathery touch that had been resting on her hip bone is now skimming down, seeking the heat emanating from between her legs. She lets out an embarrassed squeak that dissolves into a strangled whimper when Joohyun strokes over her panties.

“And did you like it, Wannie? Was I good?”

“Wha— huh? Unnie, what do you m—”

Joohyun doesn’t wait for a coherent answer. She leans down and shushes Seungwan’s stutter with a kiss, and a fierce new blush scribbles across the blonde’s cheeks as her eyes instinctively flutter closed.

Right now, Seungwan can’t deny it no matter how much she wants to.

“You’re amazing, unnie.”

Joohyun smiles. “Don’t worry Wannie, everything’s going to be alright. Let me take care of you now, okay?”

With bashful eyes, Seungwan nods. If Joohyun says it’ll be okay, she has no doubt that it will.

#anon #ask #red velvet #smut?????#implied or whatever #so sorry im not programmed that way #wenrene #this sat in my drafts for half a year too #and you can probably see why #nfsw????????#soft smut might not be for me.#WHAT IF WENDY REALLY HAD TO PEE THO

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lumiereandcogsworth · 3 years ago

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4, 7, 10, 34, 41, 49, 56, 64, 84, 90

4. Who in the OTP would be more ready to sacrifice themself for the other? well, in canon adam pretty much does sacrifice himself by letting belle go, thinking she wouldn’t return and damning him to life as a beast. that being said i think they’re both always ready to sacrifice themselves for each other. they’re so dramatically in love and we know that belle IS willing to sacrifice herself for the ones she loves, taking maurice’s place in the dungeon at the beginning. adam and belle just both love so deeply, making me go completely insane in the process.

7. Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute? i actually do headcanon that adam gets glasses in his late 40s, how did you KNOW! i think belle somehow has remarkable eyes, doesn’t get them until she’s in her 60s. but anyway, adam’s super self-conscious about his glasses but belle thinks they’re SO cute and calls him her sexy librarian, hope this helps.

10. Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder? / Who takes photos of the other while they sleep? aww definitely belle. in modern au i think she’s definitely the photographer/scrapbooker.

34. Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship? hahaha that’s a classic incorrect quote. it would definitely be

belle: aww babe you had a crush on me? that’s so embarrassing

adam: we’re married

belle: still ;)

41. Who points at a dog when they see it? belle oh my gosh all the time. she even does this with their own dog. LOOK AT HER!!!!!! SHES PERFECT!!!!!

49. Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush? adam more frequently but they both do it. belle does it at public events, whispered in his ear, just to embarrass the hell out of him <3

56. Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? belle. that’s so canon it’s not even funny. i’ve written this before.

64. Who is always running late and always gives the other a running late quick kiss? belle! scatterbrained beloved! she always overschedules herself because she’s so ambitious but then never has time for anything and is running around all day trying to keep up. but she loves it, she needs to be busy or she’ll die.

84. If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips? HAHA, belle’s doing backflips, adam’s strolling behind. that really sums them up in general.

90. Who initiates duets and who is the better singer? belle initiates duets because she loves singing. they’re both good singers though, adam just doesn’t like to admit it or do it out loud ever <3 he’ll sing along with her SOMETIMES…. but he mostly reserves it for lullabies to his babies……🥺😭

#darlings!!#batb headcanons #adelle #batb 2017 #modern au adelle

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4stars-uswnt · 5 years ago

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Livestream Revelations [Christen Press x Reader]

requested by anon: Can you do a cute Christen Press Quarantine type of imagine? There could never be enough Pressy to go around hahaha. Thank youuu

requested by anon: Could you please write a cute quarantine interview/livestream with christen?

A/N: i agree! there def could never be enough cp to around...gosh i love that woman. also, this was one of my favs, so i hope you all enjoy it too! lemme know what u think :)

“Hey guys.” You smile into the camera, as you lean your phone against your water bottle. “We’re extremely bored, so we decided to come on here and answer some questions.”

You look over to your girlfriend, encouraging her to say something.

“(Y/N) practically forced me to do this.” Christen rolls her eyes, hiding a grin.

You playfully push her shoulder, laughing. “Don’t even lie, Chris. You love interacting with the fans, plus you were bored out of your mind.”

At that, Christen can only smirk, knowing you were right.

The two of you had been dating for almost four years now and lived together in an apartment in Seattle during the offseason. When COVID first hit, before lockdown was enforced, Christen quickly got on the first flight from Utah, so that the two of you could quarantine together. Now, almost 5 months later, the two of you were going slightly insane. Although you loved spending time with each other, especially considering the NWSL season often separated you two, not being able to go out was causing you to go a little stir crazy.

“Alright,” you clap your hands and scroll through the incoming comments, “let’s see what kind of questions you guys have.”

“Oh, there’s one.” Christen squints, pointing to one of the recurring questions. “How did the two of you meet?”

“Oh, this is a funny story.” You chuckle. “Well, we met in college, and we actually met in our Philosophy class before we even met on the team.”

Before you can continue to tell the story, Christen interrupts you, her cheeks flushed. “Nooooo. Please don’t tell this story. It’s so embarrassing.”

“Awww,” You coo, pinching her cheeks, “it was adorable, babe.”

Your girlfriend pouts and crosses her arms, as you start again. “So, basically, our professor had assigned seats, but Ms. Press over here didn’t know that. So, I go to sit in my seat only to find that someone else was sitting there, and I say to her, ‘I think you’re in my seat,’ and she looks up at me and said… what did you say to me?” You look over at your blushing girlfriend with a teasing glint in your eye.

Christen covers her face with her hands and mumbles out something.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You lean in closer.

The older forward removes her hands. “I said, ‘Your seat? This can be your seat if you give me your number.”

At that, you throw your head back and burst out laughing. Looking back at your phone, you see a flood of comments from many of your national team teammates.

“Ha! Megan said, ‘That doesn’t sound like the Pressy I know.’” You turn back to your girlfriend and poke her side. “Yeah, that was a pretty bold move for you.”

“I thought you were beautiful, and I didn’t know if I’d see you again, so I thought, why not?” Christen shrugs.

“Awwww, babe. You thought I was beautiful?” You give her a wet kiss on her cheek.

“You still are.” She grumbles, wiping her face. You feel your cheeks warm and your heart melt, and you give her a quick kiss.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” Christen responds, before looking at the incoming questions. “Hmmm, okay, next question. Let’s see… oh, here’s one: (Y/N), what’s your favorite thing about me?”

“Is that really a question, or do you just want me to boost your ego?” You raise your eyebrow skeptically.

“It’s an actual question!” Christen insists, gesturing to the phone.

You breathe out a laugh. “Okay, uhhhhh, do you mean like favorite physical feature or favorite personality trait…?” You trail off, and Christen slaps your shoulder.

“Stop stalling!”

“Alright, alright.” You throw your hands up in innocence. “Well, I’ll just answer both. My favorite physical feature of my gorgeous girlfriend would have to be her smile. It literally just lights up my entire world and is just so infectious.”

As you answer, a wide smile breaks out on your girlfriend’s face.

“See what I mean.” You find yourself grinning, fondly admiring the woman you love. “And, my favorite personality trait of Christen would have to be… hmmm, this one is difficult because I just love everything about her.” You honestly admit.

“Aw, babe, I love you, too.” Christen’s face softens, and she pulls you in for a tender kiss. “But answer the question.”

“Ahhh, okay!” You chuckle. It takes you a couple of seconds to come up with a succinct answer, but you finally find the words to an answer. “I wouldn’t say that I have a favorite trait, but one thing that I appreciate about Christen is her huge heart. She is just so compassionate and caring for everyone around her, and she’s so selfless, just always giving. She has so much love in her heart, and I’m just so lucky that she’s shared some with me.”

Your voice cracks at the end, as you start getting a little emotional, and you can see Christen discreetly wiping her eyes.

Clearing your throat, you look back at the comments, and you smile, as the forward mouths an ‘I love you.’

By now, there are many comments from fans saying ‘They’re so cute!’ or ‘MY SHIP’ or even ‘my heart can’t take this.’ You scroll through them and spot a few from your teammates.

mrapinoe: This is so gay

mrapinoe: I love it

tobinheath: You guys are so cute!

ashlynharris24: Wow, who knew (Y/N) could be so romantic

kelleyohara: C’mon dude answer my question!!!!

You let out a small laugh at your best friend’s comment. “What’s your question, Kel?”

You and Christen wait a couple of seconds for the defender to type out her question. Amidst the hundreds comments, you finally see Kelley’s name pop up again.

“Kelley says, ‘(Y/N), is it true that you had a crush on someone while at Stanford?’” Christen reads from the screen, before turning to glare at you.

You cringe under the scrutiny of your girlfriend. “Wow, Kel, are you trying to get me in trouble?” You mutter out.

“Answer the question, (Y/N).” Christen pushes, jealousy seeping through her voice. Throughout your time at Stanford, the two of you had been best friends, telling each other everything, but Christen had never been aware of any crush you’d had.

“Ummm… well there was this one girl that I really liked.” You trail off, avoiding your girlfriend’s eyes.

“Really?” Christen raises her eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, but I was too nervous to do anything about it.” You shrug, not wanting to elaborate anymore, but the forward wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily.

“Who was it? Do I know her?”

“Chris, it’s not that big of a deal. This was like ten years ago.”

“Was it Ali? Morgan? Lea? Oh my gosh, was it Kelley?” Christen interrogates, as you shake your head to each of them.

“Ew, Chris, you think I had a crush on Kelley. She’s like my sister!” You gag at the mental image.

“Well, then who was it?” She wines.

“It was you.” You admit. Although the two of you met at Stanford, and Christen so boldly asked for your number, you hadn’t started dating until four years ago, as neither of you wanted to ruin your friendship.

“What?” Christen’s eyes widen.

“I had a huge crush on you when we were in college. From the moment that you were sitting in my seat, I knew you were the one, as cheesy as that sounds. And as we spent more time together, on and off the pitch, my feelings grew stronger and stronger, but I didn’t know if you felt the same, so I never told you. I didn’t want to lose you as a friend.” You reveal, rambling on.

“Seriously?” Christen whispers, and you nod.

“Dead serious, babe.”

Not knowing what to say, your girlfriend cups your face and brings you in for a sweet kiss.

Before the kiss could get too heated on camera, Christen pulls away. “By the way, I had a little crush on you in college as well.”

“Hm, really?” You smirk.

“Mhm.”

“Well, we ended up together in the end, didn’t we?” You brush a hair out of her face.

“Yup, I always had a feeling we would.” Christen playfully boasts.

“Okay there, Delphi.” You joke, as your girlfriend pushes you away, calling you a nerd.

“Well, alright you guys, I think that we’re gonna end this livestream right now because we’re not too bored anymore, or at least I found something else to do.” You wiggle your brows at Christen, smirking.

“(Y/N)!” Christen slaps your shoulder.

ashlynharris24: Get it (Y/N)!!!

alexmorgan13: Real smooth (Y/N/N)

allie_long_: 🔥🔥🥵

“See you all later!” You wave at the camera and end the stream.

After you shutting off your phone and tossing it on the couch, you turn to your girlfriend. “So now what?”

“Well, all of a sudden I’m not that bored, and I think we have some lost time to make up for.” Christen sings, looking over her shoulder, as she makes her way towards the bedroom. “You coming?”

“Gosh, I love you, Christen Press.” You grin, before scrambling off your chair and following your girlfriend into your bedroom.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #christen press x reader #christen press imagine #christen press imagines #uswnt #christen press

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asmo-ds · 5 years ago

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The demon bros with a stage actress! MC who does musicals? (would be nice if they caught them practicing hahaha)

w/ Stage Actress!MC

PLEASE READ

~ thank you for requesting! hope you like it :)

- When he first walked in on MC practicing a song he stood in the doorway, admiring from afar

- He listened carefully to all the lyrics, to every note that left their lips

- He applauded as they finished, causing them to jump in surprise and stutter in embarrassment

- He offers to help MC practice their songs by providing the melody with his piano skills

- Will 100% invite everybody to their show on opening night because he’s so proud

- He finds out about their show when he goes to a casino intended to lose all his money and they’re performing some songs on stage as a side job

- Is absolutely awestruck when he sees MC turn into a character that is nothing like them at all

- Will listen to their voice from outside their door because his tsundere personality prevents him from admitting he wants to hear them

- Pretends to work at their theater and charges money for entrance / parking

- Will help them practice lines but it usually ends up in him being really bad at it and they both end up on the floor rolling and laughing

- When they said that one of their favorite animes should be made into a stage play, he didn’t expect them to perform it with song and dance right then and there

- The one form of 3d entertainment he enjoys, only cuz its MC though

- Watching MC perform leaves him near drooling from amazement

- Has fan accounts for MC and their shows

- When he walks in on them practicing lines he recognized the words as those from a book he had read a long time ago

- He realized they were performing a stage play adaptation of it and watched them practice without them noticing

- Writes them a play whenever they get bored

- Whenever he’s angry MC will perform his favorite plays for him and it calms him down, especially the passion in the characters they act as

- Hearing MC sing was like ascending back to the Celestial Realm

- He joins in with them and they perform together and take broadway by storm!

- Well... they wish it were broadway but that's in the human world so they settle for the auditorium of RAD

- They start a theater club at the school and oh my gosh its so fun and they end up being hits

- He loves going to the theater because Lilith had loved human world stage plays so much

- Imagine his surprise when he sees his eldest brother had provided MC with a place to put on shows with other demons they had audition

- He liked to watch MC practice and would eat a LOT of popcorn while he watch

- Everytime MC start singing he couldn’t eat because he didn’t want his chewing to ruin the path of MC’s voice to his ears

- He woke up to them practicing in the planetorium

- They hadn’t seen him and had set up their practice in there

- He heard them sing and cried, their voice was as smooth as Lilith’s, and the passion was heart warming

- Whenever he can’t sleep he lays down wherever they’re practicing

#obey me hc #obey me headcanons #obey me headcannon #om! headcanons #om! headcannon #obey me headcannons #obey me hcs #obey me fluff hc

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theowhy · 4 years ago

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10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags

rules: show us your ten favorite characters from ten fandoms and then tag ten people to do the same.

tagged by @manonisamelon and @grenadinepeach, ty! oh god how do i pick 10. i will do my best. pls forgive that 9/10 of this list is video games and anime. it’s my true self.

1. teen wolf - theo raeken ofc

y’all already know!! there’s a reason my url is theowhy

2. haikyuu!! - tsukishima kei

my moon boy. the character development that swept me off my feet in 2014 and still makes me swoon 7 years later. his dynamic with just about everyone is great but my favorites are kuroo, kageyama, and hinata :’)

3. hunter x hunter - gon freecss

my sunshine child, killua’s light, a boy so overwrought with grief he gave up everything. a boy who learned to SMIIIILE AGAAAAIN. i’m crying

4. fire emblem: awakening - inigo

dancer!inigo in particular owns my heart and soul.... i don’t usually like the “unabashed flirt” characters but i thought his backstory was actually really charming and his supports were so funny. gosh. i love him

5. the legend of zelda: breath of the wild - revali

I DON’T CARE IF PPL HATE HIM I LOVE HIM he’s my birdfriend and my boyfriend. fun fact: i met his VA at a con who asked for a photo of me and my gf in cosplay, and then just dropped the fuckin bombshell that he was the VA for our fav character. what a guy

6. final fantasy xii - balthier

i don’t think i’ll ever stop associating gideon emery with balthier in particular, even if i’ve seen him now in 92082348 different things. but i love balthier. my favorite depressed overdramatic gay sky pirate

7. final fantasy vii remake - biggs

utterly embarrassing that gideon emery is on this list twice. listen, it’s hard for me to pick just one character, and truly cloud and yuffie are more my og favorites, but remake biggs went and stole my heart so wholly i can’t not mention him. i’ll admit part of it is i’m shallow lmao but also he pat cloud on the head and it restructured my brain. that is all

8. genshin impact - noelle

ok i didn’t think i’d come to love noelle as much as i do—i’m not a fan of maid tropes and the boob armor is ridic, BUT. but. she is precious and i’d protect her with my life. her def and shield strength is ridic and she keeps my team unscathed thru everything bc she is amazing. psst if u play, hmu if you want to exchange UIDs :^)

9. kingdom hearts - naminé

i honestly think of her and kairi and xion as a unit so i’m using a crop of my own fanart but—namine 🥺 for those unfamiliar, she’s the one in the middle. i love her so much and i wish there was so much more of her in kh3!! i was especially endeared to her in the chain of memories manga wahh

10. okay it has taken me ridiculously long to narrow down this list but, i have openly admitted that my recurring fav character type is “delinquent blonds with a heart of gold” so that list includes joey wheeler (yugioh), ryuji sakamoto (persona 5), and beat (the world ends with you). i’ll say this trope in particular is my #10 hahaha (and i’m too tired to find pics i’m sorry)

tysm if you managed to get through all this, my tastes are just... all over the place. and i tried to pick media that i’ve engaged with its fandom in some way, which made things even harder ahdlfkjg

not gonna tag 10 ppl because that’s so many and i’m sure most people have been tagged already, but by all means please do this if you want to! :’)

#text #i sat on this for SO LONG it's embarrassing #when i don't talk abt teen wolf i just talk abt weeb shit i'm sorry!!!

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catgrump · 4 years ago

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"I don't mind" with Mahiru x Tsumugi, mayhaps?

NOW THIS IS A RAREPAIR! I’ve never heard of this but I like it a lot!!

Non Despair Hope’s Peak AU let’s goooooo

🌻🌻🌻

It was close to midterms and Tsumugi was panicking.

She hates having to dress up in her cosplays to physically present her work in front of a panel of judges. It happens twice a year and even though she’s only had to do it for one year now, she detests it.

Evaluations suck.

Why can’t she just present mannequins? Why can’t she have someone model for her?

It’s a stupid rule that she has to present the work ‘as her own’ and it makes her lament her talent.

Tsumugi has always been self-conscious about her appearance, always thinking she’s too plain. That’s why she started cosplaying in the first place; to become someone more interesting than herself.

The sigh she exhaled as she closed her storage locker in Hope’s Peak’s Visual Arts Wing must’ve been very audible. Someone said “Girl same” as they walked by

“Huh? Sorry—“ Tsumugi turned around to see who it was, and she was suddenly dumbstruck.

She’s seen this girl before. This is Mahiru, an upperclassman. Her photography has been on display in the halls before. She’s remarkable with her camera, but Tsumugi has never gotten a good look at her before.

Tsumugi suddenly felt embarrassed for sounding so exasperated in front of a cute upperclassman. “No, you’re okay,” Mahiru has a really calming voice, “You’re prepping for evals, right?”

“Yeah,” Tsumugi let out a nervous giggle, “I uh, don’t look forward to them.”

Mahiru gestured to the garment bags in Tsumugi’s arms and asked “You do something fashion related? Design?”

“Uh, haha, not exactly! I’m the Ultimate Cosplayer—“

“Oh, that’s really cool!”

“You think so?” Tsumugi was suddenly excited

“Yeah! I think the niche talents are the best. Like you never know that could be an Ultimate until you meet that person, right?”

Tsumugi didn’t quite understand, but Mahiru... Mahiru pretty. And Tsumugi gets a little giggly and silly when pretty girls talk to her.

“Hahaha, yeah I know what you mean,” Tsumugi started wringing the material of her garment bag and twisting the sole of her shoe against the tile floor.

“You okay...? Uh,” Mahiru had a confused quirk to her smile, “Sorry, I don’t think I know your name.”

“It’s Tsumugi; I’m sorry, I’m just a little nervous.”

“I’m Mahiru; and yeah, I get that,” Now her smile was relaxed, “What’s got you so nervous? You should talk about your feelings, you know.”

Well now two things are making her nervous: the upcoming evaluation, and talking to a pretty girl. But obviously the pretty girl can’t know THAT, so Tsumugi admitted “They make me wear my cosplay myself and I hate having to do that. I always feel so awkward. I prefer making stuff for other people and they insist I do this to prove it’s ‘my own work’.”

Mahiru’s brow furrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest, “That sounds like a load of crap. First of all, the lights in the gymnasium wouldn’t flatter the outfits at all—“

“Right???”

“Second, I’m sorry you get self-conscious about this,” she made eye contact with Tsumugi, “You’re really cute and I would hope you felt good in your own designs, you know?”

She just called Tsumugi cute. She just called Tsumugi cute!! The wringing on the garment bag now turned to a death grip so she could try to calm down. “Th-thank you—“

“Wait, oh my gosh; I just had an idea!” In her excitement, Mahiru leaned forward and grabbed onto Tsumugi’s arm, “Can I photograph you in your work? Like, I can set up the lights to set the mood, and you can be comfortable getting into character because it’ll just be us... you can present THAT for your eval instead, I bet!”

Tsumugi’s smile felt like someone was making pretzels with her face, twisting the dough to make complicated shapes, “Oh, I’m not a model; I’m so average—“

“What? Are you kidding? You could totally model!” Mahiru said with conviction

Tsumugi was able to look her in the eye, but she could feel her palms sweating against the plastic of the garment bag, “You mean it?”

“Absolutely! You’re so pretty!”

She just called Tsumugi pretty?!

Mahiru continued while Tsumugi attempted to regain her speech, “Seriously, I didn’t have any plans for Talent Development Hour today; you can come by the studio if you have something ready.”

“Right now??”

“Yeah!”

“Well, um,” Tsumugi bit her lip, worried about the only looks for this semester’s evaluation that were complete, “I uh, only have... more... revealing cosplays ready?”

“Oh,” Was she blushing? “I don’t mind.”

“You don’t mind?”

Mahiru’s smile was almost sheepish, “N-no, it’s all part of the job, right?” She chuckled

“Yeah, I uh, guess it is,” Tsumugi brushed some hair behind her ear and adjusted her glasses

“So uh, do you wanna get going?”

Tsumugi nodded her head yes and followed Mahiru to the school’s photography studio.

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Prompt from This List

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xiaoguiheyu · 3 years ago

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149. Out of control 👀 (in what context??)

I already feel like it's gonna be a juicy chapter. At this point Xie Qingcheng himself is admitting that he's melting. Xie Qingcheng doesn't wanna hurt He Yu but it is inevitable for He Yu to be hurt if he continues to love xie qingcheng because Xie Qingcheng is going to die soon.

Omg this is so cute. He Yu practically lives in Xie Qingcheng's dorm he just came to his dorm and started doing his homework.

Awww xie ge is worried about what Duan Wen will do to He Yu? Xie Qingcheng's already fallen. But I think we already know this. It's obvious to the readers just not obvious to Xie Qingcheng.

Hahaha. Their domestic fluff is adorable. Young master always wants something fancy and Xie Qingcheng's like where will I get that just have frozen dumplings. But He Yu doesn't wanna eat the frozen dumplings, he wants Xie Qingcheng to make dumplings for him. ofc Xie Qingcheng would think the reason he feels uncomfortable when he sees He Yu aggrieved is because he feels fatherly affections for him. So he promises to makes dumplings for him next time. And He Yu is immediately happy. (What's with He yu and txj obsessed with wanting to eat food made by the person they love? Is it to fill the void they feel within themselves for having no one that genuinely loves them?)

He Yu is that type of person, he is even obsessed with the voice of the person he loves. He Yu is so clingy, Xie Qingcheng won't be able live a second without he yu when they get together because he yu won't leave his side even for a second. He gives xie qingcheng a yoghurt to drink while Xie Qingcheng's on the phone and ends up spilling some down his chin (oh we all know what picture that paints!) Control yourself young master only when Xie Qingcheng will accept his sexuality and his feelings for you he'll blow you. Xie Qingcheng gets angry and scolds him but he yu is too busy admiring xie qingcheng with that yoghurt stain on his face. If you want to kiss him so bad and lick of that stain just do it. Oh He Yu that's so romantic. Xie ge you are in trouble even after death he wants to be with you. Even death can't separate him from you. Why is this scene so sexually charged? I like it. He shao you are trying to cook for xie qingcheng!? For xie qingcheng cough I guess 🥺

Ugh Lu Zhishu called. What? No! Hell no! Anthony no! And no to Anthony moving in xie qingcheng's Old room. Ugh I just hate lu Zhishu so much!!! Yes he yu you tell her!! Yes that room only belongs to him and xie qingchen. Gosh xie qingcheng is so not used to people taking care of him. This type of things touch him the most. The pear soup is melting his heart. Okay but sadly that wasn't rock sugar, it was salt so it was bitter as hell. Awww poor he bao feels embarrassed for making such a mess of the soup. Awww xie qingcheng now immediately wants to repay the debt of He yu going through so much trouble to make pear soup for him so he wants to make dumplings and he yu knows that so he doesn't want dumplings anymore. And when xie qingcheng asks him what he wants then. He yu says he loves and asks for a minute long hug. Even though he knows a minute has already passed he still can't make himself push He yu away.

Oh no he yu confessing that he really can't live without him anymore. This boy's got it so bad.

As long as he has xie qingcheng he doesn't need anything else. He could live without anything but xie qingcheng.

Awww he yu adapting to everything and stopping to be picky is so cute. Now he even visits xie qingcheng during lunch break in the cafeteria.

Omg he yu! You sly fox. Before xie qingcheng even had realised what's happened he yu has a complete set of bowls and mugs (with a fox deity. Lmao. One mug for coffee and one for water.) in xie qingcheng's dorm. He might as well move in with xie qingcheng. It's odd that people hasn't noticed how close these two are!!

Xie Qingcheng can't even say no to him anymore. I swear this is how xie qingcheng feels whenever he yu is around. He wants to say no but can't bring himself to say it when he looks at he yu.

Oh I understand what's getting out of control it's xie qingcheng's heart. And he can't let that happen so... let's see what's he gonna do about it?

He shao are you asking Xie Qingcheng on a date?

Omg xie ge did you just think he Yu's eyes are precious?? Because you can't say no to those puppy dog eyes? Xie Qingcheng agreed to date but he has plan. A plan to let He yu know that this can't continue anymore. Ah. Xie ge I have news for you. So so so so many obstacles for them to ever be together according to xie ge. Another accident?? What accident?? Last time this happened to he yu when he wanted to confess to xie xue?? To prevent xie qingcheng from breaking up with He yu meatbun is putting another accident! Ha!

Omg the mini theatre is so adorable!

#bing an ben #case file compendium #xie qingcheng #he yu #hexie

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lu-undy · 4 years ago

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Chapter 94 - SBT

Here it is!

"Mundy, non, I will not let you play this."

"But, Lu', it's a guaranteed win! And then I can get you that massive teddy bear."

"Mundy, if you do that…"

"What? What'll you do, eh?"

"I will spend my nights with that teddy bear and you sleep on the sofa!"

"But Lu'...!"

Both men were arguing not far from the shooting stand.

"Alright, let's do it another way." Mundy suggested.

"Hm?"

"We both try it. If you do better than me, you choose whatever you wanna embarrass me with."

Lucien's eyes lit up.

"Deal?" Mundy extended his hand.

"Deal." Lucien shook it and they both approached the shooting stand.

"Gentlemen! Get closer, c'mon, don't be shy! Here we are, here is your rifle, and here is yours!" The manager of the stand handed them both a plastic gun. "Shoot only on the wolves and avoid the sheep! Are we all ready?"

Lucien and Mundy exchanged a smile.

"Yeah."

"Yes."

"Then leeet's go!"

The cardboard targets started sliding left and right, slowly at first. Both hit them consistently.

"Oh! We have good contestants today! What about a little faster, huh?"

The cardboard cutouts slid more irregularly, some fast, some slowly. But still, both men hit the targets without fail. Lucien and Mundy moved almost in sync left and right, their eyes catching the position and speed of the target a fraction of a second before they would rotate and align the iron sights of the plastic rifle on them.

The stand manager kept on increasing the speed of the moving targets but both men managed to match the challenge until the end of the round.

"Well, I'll be damned…" The poor man said. "It's not the first time it happens, but it's the first time I see it happen with both people!"

Lucien and Mundy chuckled.

"What reward would you prefer?"

Mundy was the first to answer.

"That big teddy bear."

"And for you, Sir?"

"The black panther, please."

Each of them took their prizes and exchanged them.

"There, now you will have someone to sleep with on the sofa, hm?" Lucien winked.

"C'mon…!" Mundy pleaded and both walked away.

They wandered through the alleys, passing by families, children with balloons, through the cheers and shouts of people enjoying their time as much as the couple of older men.

"Lu'?"

"Oui?"

"Want some cotton candy?"

"If I share it with you."

"Right, c'mere." They went to a cotton candy stand. "What color d'you prefer?"

"Pink." Lucien answered.

"Then can we get a pink one, please?" Mundy addressed the man in charge who nodded and they waited there, their eyes riveted on the cloud of sugar growing bigger and bigger with every spin of the stick.

"There."

"Thanks, mate." Mundy paid what they owed and they walked away. The Aussie held the candy while both bit into it. "Oh God… Hahaha!" He burst out laughing when part of it stuck to the Frenchman's moustache and beard.

"What?"

"You got a pink beard now!"

"Oh…" Lucien cleaned himself as best as he could. "Is there any left?"

"Nah, you're alright… Let's go."

They continued their walk through the stands.

"Do you know what we call cotton candy in French?"

"No, what?"

"Barbe à Papa."

"Somethin' of dad?"

"Dad's beard, literally." Lucien answered and both laughed.

"I can bloody well see why, eh, Papa?" Mundy said.

"Indeed. Oh, here, a bench."

They both sat down and put their prizes next to them. Lucien took the cotton candy and held it for both of them while Mundy stretched his arm on the bench's back, to end up wrapping it around Lucien's shoulders.

"Gosh, I didn't remember it was that sweet…"

"Well it is only sugar, what did you expect?" Lucien chuckled.

"You're the other way around." Mundy answered.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not only sugar but you're sweet."

"Pff…" Lucien rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

"What? It's true."

"Maybe, but it is very… uh… what do you say in English again for this...? Ah! Cheesy."

"Well, I'm tryin', eh? We can't all get born seductive'n all…!"

"Very true. But what you lack in the art of seduction, you more than make up for with other skills of yours."

"Oh-ho boy, what skills, eh?"

Lucien gave that trade-marked smile of his.

"This place is full of children, it would not be decent to answer."

"Ooh, I get it…"

They exchanged a smile and finished their cotton candy, lazily watching people pass by.

"I wish I could just…" Mundy started.

"What? What do you wish you could do?"

"Just… Y'know… Hold your hand or just hold you close."

"I am right next to you, mon loup. Also, I did not take you for one who would be comfortable with public displays of affection."

"I'm not. I just don't care about people, I only see you and uh... I need to hold you."

"Is something the matter?"

"No, no… It's just me, I need you." Mundy looked at people passing by. "Feels a bit unfair that they can but we can't."

"Believe me," Lucien answered. "A lot of them would give away their lives to have what we have."

"What d'you mean?"

"I mean that we love each other sincerely, not for pressure from our families or any other constraint that life might have thrown at us. I love you for who you are, and vice versa. We have gone through hell and back, and that did nothing but strengthen what we have between us."

"Yeah, you're right."

"The way I see it, we envy them for their ability to show their love, but they would envy us much more if only they knew the strength of the bond between us. It goes beyond a ring on a finger, or a promise. You saved me and I saved you, in more instances and more senses than they will ever understand."

Mundy took a deep breath and when Lucien raised his eyes to him, the Aussie was smiling.

"And they would envy me for that delicious smile you have, amongst other things." Lucien added and Mundy chuckled and lowered his head to hide his blush.

"You got a pretty smile too, Lu'. I like it when you smile and uh… Y'know, you do the thing with yer teeth."

"What thing?"

"It's like when you laugh and uh… I like your teeth, they're like in the ads."

"Like in the ads…?"

"They're perfect and they shine and… I just love your smile and laughter."

"Oh, I know…" Lucien raised lovestruck eyes to Mundy and gave him a flash of his pearly white teeth.

"Gosh, you're gorgeous… I'd kill to hear your laughter more often."

"Well, that doesn't sound too hard to do."

"Huh?"

"You want to hear my laughter? Make me laugh then." Lucien answered.

"Right… Uh… I mean… Hold on, I gotta remember a joke or two… Uh…"

And while Mundy squeezed his brains out in search for any joke he could remember, Lucien burst out laughing.

"But I didn't say anythin' yet?!" Mundy exclaimed.

"I know but you don't have to. Your effort alone is touching, mon amour…"

"So I just have to look like I'm looking for jokes to make you laugh, eh?"

"Non, just be yourself."

"Find me funny?"

"In your own way, oui."

Mundy looked down at Lucien and they exchanged a sweet smile.

"Let's put the plushies in the van and come back."

A few minutes later they were back in the fair, looking left and right at what they could do.

"Wanna try this?"

"Mundy, it's archery."

"Yeah, and?"

"Are you going to make me do all those things that you are an expert at?" Lucien asked.

"Why not? You can take me to stands where they make you wear a mask and do spooky stuff, eh?"

"That is a good idea. But fine, let us proceed to the archery stand."

They approached and queued. When their turn came, they each took a bow and five arrows.

"Ooh, I see both gentlemen know their ways with a bow and arrows, eh? But are they good sharpshooters?" The stand manager asked and the people waiting in the queue observed them.

Lucien and Mundy were about ten metres or so away from the large circular targets.

"Ready…? Set…? Go!"

Both pulled an arrow and placed it against the string of the bow. They pulled, Lucien closing one eye, Mundy keeping both open and-

"It's a bullseye for both!"

"Think you can beat me, eh?"

"Non, I am sure of it - gnh!" Lucien pulled a second arrow and shot it right next to the first one.

"Ha, you're cute…" Mundy took two and put them against the string of the bow. "Watch and learn, Princess." He pulled the string and released it.

"Mon Dieu… How did you do that?!" Lucien gasped. One arrow went to the centre of Mundy's target and one to the centre of his own.

"I'm just that good, heh." Mundy arrogantly answered and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Tu ne perds rien pour attendre…"

"Say whatever the hell you want, you've lost, darl'..." Mundy took two arrows from Lucien and while still staring at him, he aimed and shot both in the middle of his target.

Lucien sighed and lowered his head to bite his lip. If only… If only they were alone, he would have kissed the soul out of Mundy right there, right then. But too many eyes were on them and he decided against shocking all these people.

"Fine, you won… I cannot possibly do better than that…" Lucien admitted.

"Well," The stand owner approached them. "You both know what you're doing, but you…!" He turned to Mundy. "Are you a pro or something?"

"Yeah, sort of."

Lucien rolled his eyes and chuckled at the arrogance of his lover.

"Alright, you get to choose your prize then!"

Mundy looked at the plastic toys and other knick-knacks.

"Can I get two?" He asked.

"Uh, alright, go for two! What can I get ya?"

"This one, and that one, please." Mundy pointed at a French and an Australian flag.

"Sure thing!" The stand owner gave him both his prizes and Lucien followed him out.

"So…" Mundy asked when they were sufficiently far from the archery stand. "Impressed…?"

"Taken aback and twice amazed." Lucien answered.

"Here, that's for you." Mundy handed him the Australian flag.

"Hm, they really give the citizenship easily in this country." The ex-Spy laughed.

"Yup, and so does France. Look at me, I've got a flag now, I'm French!"

"Pfff!" Lucien laughed. "You need more than that to get the citizenship, I'm afraid."

"What if I was livin' with a French bloke?"

"Living?" Lucien repeated.

"Can't say more cause there are kids around." Mundy wiggled his eyebrows.

"Oh, I see…" Lucien chuckled. "And who is the lucky one?"

"Can't tell you his name," Mundy answered as they both went on wandering in the alleys. "But I can show him to you. I'm about to buy him somethin'."

"Ah, lucky man he is." Lucien went on.

"Yeah, and he has a sweet tooth, so I'm gonna get here and - hey, mate, two caramel apples please… Thanks." Mundy paid what he owed and handed one to Lucien who blushed and raised an eyebrow to his lover.

"Do you know what these are called in French?"

"Is it somethin' about your beard again?"

"Non, we call them 'pomme d'amour'." Lucien answered.

"Somethin' of love…?"

"Apple of love."

"Ooh, I see… Well, here we are then, I just offered the bloke who's got me an apple of love."

"I like this arrogance of yours, it's new."

"Well I just beat the world's best spook, let me enjoy this, eh?"

They both tipped their apples and bit into them.

"Mh… As sweet as your lips…" Lucien raised lovestruck eyes to his lover.

"Listen to you, and you told me I was cheesy."

"Because you are." Lucien answered and gently bumped his lover with his shoulder. Mundy wrapped an arm around Lucien's shoulders.

"Right, so I'm cheesy but you're not, eh?"

"Exactement. You are cheesy and I am seductive."

[Exactly.]

"Pfff, doesn't make any sense, why can't I be the seductive one?"

"Look into my eyes." Lucien said and Mundy obeyed. His breath calmed down and his pupils dilated. His jaw slowly relaxed and he lowered his caramel apple. Lucien gave him a slow flap of his long black eyelashes and Mundy felt a soft punch in his guts. "This is why I am the seductive one."

"Uh? What-why?"

"I can bring your heart rate down with only a blink of my eyes, Mundy." Lucien answered and they went on eating their apples. "The day that you will be able to do that to me, you will be the seductive one." He gently tapped Mundy's chest.

"Right… Tss…" They shared a chuckle and continued walking around. "Anything you want to play with me?"

"Plenty."

"Oh? What d'you wanna do?"

"It is too early and crowded for my kinds of ideas, mon loup."

"Lu'... I meant in this fair."

"Ah…" He winked. "Well, to be honest, I can barely remember the last time I went to a fair, mon loup."

"It's alright… I just want you to choose somethin' you'd like to do. So far, I've been deciding, doesn't seem fair."

"Hm…"

"You like fast stuff? Adrenaline rush and that kind of things?"

"Not really. I only ever liked the adrenaline rushes at work. Well, I learnt to like them, not that I had much choice."

"Right, so none of these fast spinny thingies…"

"Non but… I suppose there is one thing we could do. I have always wanted to try it." Lucien answered.

"What is it?"

"This." Lucien pointed straight ahead and upwards.

"The ferris wheel?"

"Oui, if you are comfortable with heights."

"Sure, let's go!" Mundy squeezed Lucien's shoulders tighter and off they went.

They queued and finished their apples while watching the gigantic wheel slowly turn. When their turn came they hopped in the cabin and took a seat one in front of the other. A few moments later they started taking off.

Lucien waited for them to be sufficiently far from the ground to gently move seats and sit next to Mundy. The Aussie wrapped an arm around him and squeezed him close.

"Mmh… Mon loup…"

"Yeah, luv'?"

"Look at this sight… We can see the entire city, the river…" Lucien's head was on Mundy's upper chest and shoulder.

"And I can see the most gorgeous bloke I've ever met, eh?" Mundy brushed his lover's hair and Lucien moaned happily. He raised his head and they exchanged a kiss.

"Mundy?"

"Mh?"

"I want to stay in your arms."

"You will. Nothin'll pull you away from me, eh?" Mundy kissed Lucien's head. "And I'm keepin' you. All the guys and sheilas in the world look at you like you're an ice cream and it's the middle of the bloody summer. But you're with me." Mundy laced his other arm around Lucien and pulled him impossibly closer. "You're with me and I'm not lettin' go of you."

"Thank you." Lucien left a few kisses in his lover's neck and Mundy smiled with his eyes closed.

The ferris wheel was such that they were at the top most position now.

"Look at this, luv'."

Their arms were laced around each other. The noise of people's cheers and chatter, as well as of the other activities in the fair were muffled by the distance. Lucien only heard Mundy's gentle breath and his gravelly whispers.

"All this city… And the desert over there, beyond it… Beautiful, eh?"

"Oui, it is." Lucien answered. "And I am grateful to see it all with you, mon loup."

"Same… I never… I never did stuff like that before, I mean, not with someone I love. Happened with friends, with my parents, never with someone special."

"Neither have I." Lucien said. "But I feel lucky that somehow, in this weird and nonsensical life, I eventually did, with you."

They pushed their smiling lips against each other and stayed there for a while. Mundy brushed Lucien's hair behind his ear and pulled him closer still.

"Lu'?"

"Oui?"

"Thanks." Mundy took Lucien's hand and held it against his own chest. "I know there's still stuff to do, I need to tell Dad about us and stuff, but… With you, I feel like I can do it."

"Of course you can, but by no means do you have to." Lucien answered.

"Yeah, I know. I'm glad Mum's alright with it all."

"She wants you to find your happiness more than she sticks her own definition of it on you. This is a rare quality."

"Yeah… Mum's great, she's the best, really."

Lucien smiled.

"I remember you told me your mum and dad wanted to force you into medicine or law and you ran away…?" Mundy asked.

"Oui. My mother was a saint, an honest, hard-working and faithful woman. The rumours of my father's death were well spread but she still refused to find another man. She insisted on being sure about it. I think she loved him more than she loved my step father. When my father's death was confirmed officially, she grieved for years…"

"I can understand." Mundy brushed his lover softly. "But she found another bloke eventually?"

"She did. Although, to be nearer the truth, one should say 'she accepted another man'. My mother was gorgeous, blond, long hair with kind, blue eyes. She refused more men than she ever showed me, a young boy. But I was growing up and started to understand that if men were complimenting her, it wasn't just out of kindness. I was defensive, very much so. I wouldn't let her go out of the house alone."

"How old were you?"

"About fifteen or so. I would hold her hand in the street and act almost like her companion. And she treated me like her guardian, her little man. I started to feel the responsibility of carrying a family, a woman whose heart was too pure to be taken by anyone else. But of course, one day, it happened. I think she didn't like him like she loved my father. She liked the feeling of safety, of having a proper man at her side."

Mundy moved on his seat to better hold Lucien, as they were slowly going down.

"Within a year, they were married, living together. He slept in her bed and acted as if he owned the place."

"You didn't like him?" Mundy asked.

"For some things, I am grateful. He treated my mother well, never raised his hand on her and treated her like an equal. But the speed at which he invaded our lives scared me and what pushed me away was the day that my mother, who was otherwise compassionate and understanding towards me, sided with him."

"For your studies?"

Lucien nodded.

"I told my mother that I wanted to become something else, someone else. Of course saving lives or defending people are noble causes. But my call was elsewhere, maybe as a policeman?"

"Oh… You wanted to become a policeman?"

Lucien nodded.

"I kept thinking that if I had been old enough to be one when my mother was being whistled and harassed by those men who came back traumatised by the Great War, I would have been a policeman and arrested all of that scum." He sighed. "My mother had nothing against me entering the police forces. My step father however disagreed. He knew me very poorly and thought that I was doing that just for the nice uniform, the status and nothing else. Besides, he thought I wanted to put my aggressiveness into something that would allow me to get it out."

"You were aggressive?" Mundy raised a curious eyebrow.

"Frustrated would be a better way to put it. I hated that he prevented me from doing something that I wanted. He kept telling my mother that it would be better if I became a doctor or a lawyer… He said it so many times that it became the truth to her, even though she knew I never wanted that.”

“So you went away, on your own?”

“Oui. It happened on a night that as usual, I argued with him, my step-father. We both ended up raising our voices at each other and… I saw my mother’s distress and I swore to myself that I would never see it again."

"Gosh… You really loved her, eh?"

"More than anyone else for a long long time." Lucien answered. "When I was old enough to find a woman myself, I struggled."

"W-what? But you're gorgeous…!"

"Oui. I did not struggle to attract women, I struggled to accept them, because the responsibility was gigantic, and what if someday they went away like my mother? I could not place my trust in any women. So I… You will find this horrendous…"

"Hey…" Mundy took Lucien's chin between his fingers and lifted his face upwards. "It's alright, it's behind you now, don't be ashamed or anythin', we all make mistakes, even gorgeous spooky men like you." He gave him a tender smile and Lucien gently nodded. "So go ahead, if you want to."

"Well… I used women… for the physical needs. I didn't have an ounce of sentimentality for them and could not care less if they did to me. For most of them, the arrangement was suitable. We would have a night, maybe a couple more but that was it."

"I guess some wanted more, didn't they?"

"Oui, unfortunately so. But I was a spy and a prudent man. I knew how to disappear, so it wasn't much of an issue."

"Were you like that all the way till you met Mary?"

"Oui, pretty much."

"Wow… I knew you could be like that, I mean, makes sense for a bloke as good-lookin' and with the manners and all as you… But I never imagined you actually were like that."

Lucien pulled himself out of the embrace.

"Well, I was. I enjoyed the privileges that Mother Nature gave me, shamelessly and recklessly. Part of me never thought I could make it out of the war anyway. I was young, inexperienced, and everyday I learnt of the death of people who were much more used to the chaos of war, people who trained about it for years. So I gave everything I had to taste life as best as I could, before I would get caught."

"Jesus… C'mere." Mundy pulled him into a hug but Lucien pushed him back. "W-what's wrong?"

"Are you…" Lucien wiped a tear at the corner of his eyes. "Disappointed in me?"

"No…? Why would I?"

"Why wouldn't you?" Lucien answered. "You would be right to have doubts about me or… distrust me."

"Lu'." Mundy's voice was assertive enough to make Lucien's eyes move up to meet his. "You can tell that nonsense to someone else. I've been through hell with you and without you. I've seen what you're capable of doing, I know you and even with all that, I love you. Every day when I wake up, I don't even ask myself about it, I don't question it, I don't have the slightest doubt. I love you. Now you take all that bullshit your mind's been cookin' up for years and you throw it out your head, ok?"

"But Mun-"

"No, there's no but." Mundy cupped his lover's face and pushed his forehead against Lucien's. "I'm takin' you and I have taken you. With all your story, with all your problems and with everythin', ok?"

"D'accord."

[Fine.]

"Lu', d'you hear me?"

"Oui."

"Lu', I know you, I know the ex-spook, I know the singer, I know the fighter, I know the stubborn, arrogant piece of a liar that you might have been before." Mundy brushed his thumbs on his lover's temples and Lucien sniffled. "But I love every bit of you. Doesn't matter what you were in any other way that it helped build you as you are now. And y'know what? Now, you're my Lu', ok?"

Lucien gently nodded.

"Say it."

"I am… I am your Lucien."

"No, that's not what I said. Say it properly."

"I am… your Lu'."

"Good. You got that in that beautiful head o'yours?"

Lucien nodded again, his forehead still against Mundy's.

"You sure?"

"Oui."

"C'mere, now." Mundy hugged him and this time, Lucien did not push him away. He clawed in his lover's sides, his back, everywhere his fingers were planted, and buried his head deep in his chest. "I love you, Lu', I love all of you."

"Merci." A muffled voice answered. The Frenchman wanted to let tears run down his face but the cabin was getting closer to the ground and he didn't want to cry in public.

Beyond Mundy's words and the comfort he was bringing him, what touched Lucien most was that feeling of achievement, of reaching somewhere that he did not know he could reach. He had been taught to grow up, get married to a lovely wife, have equally lovely children and work to support them. But life gave him an outstanding partner, a couple of beautiful cats and some years to go still.

When he broke the embrace and looked up at Mundy, his eyes red and his throat burning as it held back his emotions, he smiled. In the Aussie's lagoon blue irises, he saw all the versions of himself, the little boy, Maman's guardian, the young homeless teenager, the rookie spy, the father, the fiancé, and now, a man better than what he thought he could ever be.

"Merci, Mundy."

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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A YOI x Chrono Trigger AU fic from Ye Olde 2018-ish Era. Go figure.

I can’t even remember what the hell I titled this before. Welp.

Chapter One: “That’s a Nice Band-Aid, Darling.”

They say that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and that a hero's adventure begins with a cliché-ass wake-up call - something like, "Good morning, Crono!," perhaps. How that even made it on to TV Tropes, Yuuri would never understand. But it is on TV Tropes, and he is in bed reading it.

He's glad his mother doesn't wake him up that way, at least. But then again, he's always up before five a.m. anyway. Sadly, the daily deliveries won't take care of themselves.

Yuuri glances at the time on his tablet. 4:59. Someone will come knocking in three, two, one --

"Yuuri! Get up!" Mari's voice is accompanied by three sharp raps on the door. "Go with dad to the plaza and help him set up!"

This is the part where the hero typically groans at being woken up before grudgingly getting themselves out of bed, but Yuuri Katsuki does not groan. He shouts back that he'll be down in a minute while looking for that darned sock that has gone missing now, of all times. Phichit would surely laugh hard at seeing his best friend hopping frantically on one foot while wearing a poodle-patterned sock. It'll probably go viral on Instagram, too, but that's pretty much a given already. Someone has to part the boy from his gadgets long-term after the Millenial Fair is over.

The minute is up, so Yuuri gives up and gets another sock from the drawer. It is patterned with the face of a silver-haired man surrounded by snowflakes. He has no idea how that found its way into his pile of clothing, but for now, mismatched socks are better than being late.

Yuuri makes his way downstairs and greets his mother, who is busy in the kitchen. Hiroko sends him off with an allowance of fifty kin and packed lunch for him and his father. He ignores Mari's snickering as she musses his hair while glancing at his feet.

The ride to the plaza is pretty short. It is already bustling with people even at such an early hour, all the sellers trying to outdo each other in showing off their wares. Yuuri chuckles as his father joins in the fray, calling out to everyone about the best katsudon in town. Everyone is excited for Hasetsu Kingdom's first Millenial Fair, and with it, the hopes for a thousand years more of peace and prosperity to come.

Toshiya leads the way to their assigned spot, a quaint little corner by the northern area of the square. The tent had already been set up the day before, so all that's left to do is to arrange the food and drinks before the first customers come in. Yuuri passively observes the hustle and bustle around them. Much energy is palpable in the air, and the excited hubbub only grows louder as the sun rises. Some stalls have weapons and armor, others exotic trinkets and accessories. He even spots a merchant selling animals. Phichit would probably want to pick up a new hamster on the way home later.

His eyes wander to the secluded area beyond the main square. Yuuri hoped Phichit's solo exhibit would be a success this time, too. His friend loved tinkering with machines since he was little, and it brought him and his family great fortune as he won scientific contests left and right. His magnum opus, a two-machine teleporter, had impressed the university professors and the panel of judges alike, earning him the highest thesis grade and the first prize for the National Physics Summit.

Yuuri's hand stills when his father calls his name. He had been adding portions of garnish to the newly-cut fried pork cutlets. He instinctively opens his mouth to apologize, but Toshiya immediately pats his back and pushes a one hundred-kin note into his hand. "I'll take care of the stall. You go have fun." He winks at his son mischievously, and Yuuri pushes down the growing blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"Th-Thanks, dad," he mumbles, bowing slightly before making his way to the northernmost part of the square. Phichit would probably be busy right now, but he would never refuse breakfast and morning coffee. It had been their time-honored tradition as college roommates, after all.

Yuuri stops by a mobile café and orders two tall hazelnut lattés and a baguette loaf. He is turning to leave with breakfast in hand when he bumps into the next person in line, spilling hot coffee over his white shirt. The other person, too, recoils in pain, reflexively putting a slender finger into his mouth to nurse it.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so, so sorry!" Yuuri exclaims, setting aside the food and drink and beginning to fuss over the man. He searches his bag for the small bottle of salve he always brings with him, and proceeds to apply a small amount over the man's injured finger, covering it with a band-aid afterwards.

The other man chuckles as he lets Yuuri take care of him. "It's quite all right," he assures airily, waving the bandaged hand with a smile. "I was also too close to you in line, as well." His blue eyes crinkle beautifully as he smiles, and Yuuri fights yet another blush from coloring his face. "I love this band-aid, though!" the man comments. "Where did you get it?"

"F-From the kids' section of the pharmacy," Yuuri admits, embarrassed. He just had to use that one by mistake instead of the flesh-tones ones, did he? Why now, of all times? "The poodle-patterned ones were part of a limited edition series."

"Nice!" the man exclaims in delight, scrutinizing the design closely. "Thank you so much for giving me this one. I love it!" He winks at Yuuri and places a light kiss over his own bandaged finger.

Yuuri wishes the ground would swallow him whole right this instant.

"U-Um, I think I'll get going now," he excuses himself, retrieving the coffee and bread from the counter. "My friend is waiting uphill. I'm so sorry again." Yuuri quickly nods his head and goes on his way, but the other man takes a long stride and ends up beside him, taking the baguette loaf out of his arms.

"It's okay, I'll help you," he offers happily as they ascend the stone steps. "I'm alone today, anyway." The man cradles the food with his left arm and extends his right hand out to Yuuri. "I'm Binktop, by the way. What's your name?"

For an instant, Yuuri is tempted to laugh out loud. The funny name hardly matches the man's regal appearance at all. He must be a foreigner, like the many others who have come to Hasetsu Kingom to join in the festivities. As a citizen of Hasetsu, therefore, he is to show this man the utmost respect and hospitality he deserves, funny names or not.

He shakes Binktop's hand, the cool skin sending small shivers down his spine. "I'm Yuuri. It's nice to meet you, Binktop."

"A pleasure." Binktop returns the handshake with a smile, and they continue going up the stairs. "So, Yuuri, are you also alone here today?"

"Our family actually has a food stall down at the main square, but my dad told me to enjoy myself today," Yuuri explains. "I'm on my way to see my friend, actually. He's an inventor."

Binktop's eyes widen and sparkle in delight, and he accidentally climbs two steps at once. "Wow! He must be really smart!"

"He is," Yuuri nods fondly in agreement. "Phichit has a solo exhibit today. This project won him first place at the National Physics Summit last month."

"That's amazing!" Binktop gushes in admiration, his silver bangs parting to reveal twinkling blue eyes. "I can't wait to meet him!" Yuuri smiles back proudly in response.

They reach the top of the stairs in a minute. The miniature square is cluttered with various machine parts and wires of different lengths and calibers. The two main pods have already been set in their positions, though not yet fully-assembled as Yuuri remembers them. It's definitely like Phichit to cram at the last minute.

The soft whirring noise dies down as the two approach the left pod, and a brown-skinned young man in a bandanna and overalls comes out to greet them. "Yuuri! You're here!"

Yuuri shrugs good-naturedly and hands Phichit the cup of coffee. "I'd love to hug you, but you're covered in oil and soot right now." He smiles widely at his best friend. "Good luck with your exhibit today!"

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much! You don't know how much I need it!" Phichit downs the coffee in an instant, breathing rapidly through his mouth afterwards to cool his tongue. "I heard the prince is coming with the royal delegation to watch my demonstration! I am so nervous!"

This time, Yuuri pats Phichit's shoulder encouragingly, not minding his hand blackening with soot afterwards. "You'll do well, Phichit! You've done this before; you can do it again."

"Good luck, Phichit!" Binktop adds, sending a friendly wink and a thumbs-up of his own. Phichit is surprised at the additional voice, and notices the other man for the first time. His nervous expression immediately changes to one of teasing, instantly directed at his friend. "Yuuri!" he whispers loudly. "Who's the hot guy?!"

"H-He's not - I mean -" Yuuri splutters, coughing into his hand to stop himself. He doesn't even bother hiding his obviously-reddened cheeks anymore; nothing ever escapes Phichit's notice, anyway. Tonight's phone call is going to be a long one.

When Yuuri has composed himself, he turns to Binktop. "Phichit, this is Binktop. I ran into him in the square today. Binktop, this is my friend, Phichit."

"Hi there!" Phichit merrily extends a hand to Binktop. "Phichit Chulanont, at your service!"

"Binktop," he introduces himself, shaking Phichit's hand. "Yuuri here has told me a lot about you."

"Hahaha, good things, I hope!" Phichit laughs, before shooting Yuuri an expectant glare. Yuuri grins back before taking another sip of coffee.

Phichit shows them around the workplace, pointing out the different parts of the invention and which part goes where. His black eyes shine brightly as he rambles in tech jargon while explaining the principle behind the teleporter. Binktop nods excitedly while asking questions, while Yuuri merely watches them interact. Despite his "nerdy glasses," as Phichit had christened them, he is not really into scientific stuff, having taken up a sports major in university.

"Sure thing! I was about to give this thing a test run, anyway." Phichit beckons Yuuri to come over. "Yuuri! Could you kindly step on the left pod? Binktop wants a demonstration."

Yuuri opens his mouth to protest, but knows better than to interrupt his friend when he is in scientist-mode. He may have also wanted to impress Binktop with his bravery, but he doesn't know it yet. Huffing, he finishes the rest of his coffee in one gulp and does as he is told.

Phichit flips the switch, and Yuuri almost loses his footing as he feels himself being sucked away into a vacuum space. Black, wavy lines fill his vision for a moment before everything around him returns to normal. He steps off the right pod and flashes the peace sign at Phichit and Binktop from across the square.

Binktop immediately makes a beeline for Yuuri and embraces him tightly, while Phichit pumps his fist in joy. "Wow, amazing!" he exclaims as he cups Yuuri's face. "You actually teleported!"

"That's how it's supposed to work," Yuuri answers matter-of-factly, but even he has an undeniably huge smile on his face. Phichit's exhibit is surely going to be a massive hit amongst the fair-goers.

"Can I give it a try, too?" Binktop asks Phichit excitedly, still not letting go of Yuuri. "It looks like so much fun!"

"Of course, Binktop!" Phichit laughs, gesturing at the left pod. "Anything for Yuuri's friend!"

Binktop lets out a whoop and disentangles himself from Yuuri. He lightly steps onto the left pod and runs a hand throuh his silver hair. "Watch me, Yuuri!" He sends a playful wink in Yuuri's direction before nodding at Phichit.

"All right, let's do this!" Phichit flips the switch again. Nothing happens at first, so he turns the machine off and on while observing the monitors. Worry begins to creep into his expression as he starts fiddling with the controls, but still, nothing happens.

A gasp from the left pod directs their attention to Binktop, whose pendant is glowing brightly from inside his shirt. It seems to be resonating with the core machine of the teleporter, from which ominous sparks begin to fly out. Phichit shouts at Binktop to get off the pod immediately, but Binktop hears it too late.

A large wormhole, unlike the one Yuuri had seen briefly while he teleported, opens up in the space behind Binktop and appears to be sucking him in. Trying his best to hold his ground, Binktop cries out for help as he extends his hand. In a panic, Yuuri runs up to the left pod and tries to grab him, but his whole body disappears in a flash of light, and the wormhole closes in an instant. Yuuri is left alone on the pod, Binktop's golden pendant in his hand.

Phichit is the first to regain his voice after a few minutes. "What the hell... This wasn't supposed to happen..." Yuuri turns to his friend, who is kneeling by the controllers in shock. Long tracks of tears have washed away the layers of soot on his face.

He runs down to embrace Phichit, who is now trembling in his friend's arms. "Yuuri, I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean for this to happen!"

Yuuri runs his hands over his friend's back, ignoring his own swimming vision and the violent hammering of his own heart in his chest. Now is not the time to deal with an impending anxiety attack - not when Phichit needs his help.

"Phichit. Look at me," he instructs calmly. "Breathe with me."

Together, they go through the motions, inhaling and exhaling deeply in unison. Most of the time, it was Phichit who did this for Yuuri when they were still in college together. It always helped calm Yuuri down after an attack, and Yuuri is more than glad to return the favor now. They cannot afford to be too calm, however - they still have to find out where the hell Binktop went.

Some day this is turning out to be. Yuuri swears never to get up before five a.m. ever again.

Phichit looks up at him and nods determinedly. Yuuri lets go of his friend as he begins to go over his notes. "Either the telepod malfunctioned, or something else did it," he thinks aloud to the clearing at large. "I'm suspecting your friend's pendant had an unusual reaction with the core interface, causing a ripple in the space-time fabric or something."

Yuuri gapes at Phichit incredulously. "You mean, like, time travel?!"

"I don't know yet." Phichit bites his lower lip in deep thought. "That wormhole could have led anywhere. It's too dangerous to try anything at this point."

"We have to bring Binktop back, Phichit! There's no time!"

"I know that!" Phichit snaps, rubbing a blackened hand on his temple at the sudden outburst. "It's not as easy as it seems. We have to find out how to open that wormhole, for starters. There must be something about that pendant."

Yuuri lifts the pendant in his hand against the daylight. It is a small, round, golden medallion with intricate rose patterns bordering its circumference, hanging from a simple chain. The pendant also seems to be pretty old but well-maintained. He briefly wonders where Binktop must have gotten such a valuable trinket and how much it must have cost, but pushes these thoughts out of his mind.

A tiny spark jumps out of the medallion, causing Yuuri to drop the pendant onto the left pod in surprise. Immediately, it causes another reaction, violent gusts of wind forming around them as the wormhole opens once more.

"Well," Phichit laughs brokenly, "that was easy enough!" With a hand shielding his face, he struggles to walk against the wind's direction and tries to pick up the pendant off the ground.

Yuuri has other ideas, however. He uses his stronger body to his advantage and overtakes Phichit in a second, picking up the pendant and wearing it around his neck.

"Yuuri! What are you doing?!" Phichit shouts in alarm. "Get off the pod now!"

To be honest, he has no idea what he is doing, either. His body is already protesting his sudden decision, his heart rate going up, his breathing more rapid, and his hands slippery with sweat. But above all, Yuuri feels that it's the right decision. It's more reckless than heroic, by all means, but nevertheless the right one, just the same.

"I'll bring Binktop back!" he shouts at his friend. "I'll get us back home, I promise!"

Again with the stupid promises, but Phichit seems to finally support his decision. He nods determinedly and hands Yuuri a long, steel wrench. "It's my favorite one! Bring it back safely, okay?"

"Thanks, Phichit! I will." Yuuri waves the wrench nervously as he steps into the closing wormhole.

"Be careful, Yuuri!" Phichit shouts after him. "I'll try to follow you as soon as I figure things out!"

A chuckle escapes Yuuri's lips. It's just like his friend to jump at the call. If anyone is more suited to be the hero of this story, it would definitely be Phichit, and Yuuri, as the dutiful friend, would support him all the way. Funny how things have turned out the other way around this time.

For now, he, Yuuri Katsuki, will be the hero of this story, and he swears on his life to bring Binktop back.

Yuuri raises a thumbs-up to the fading image of his friend, not caring if he doesn't see it. He lets the distortion fill his senses completely until the black nothingness consumes him and claims his consciousness.

#yuri!!! on ice #chrono trigger #alternate universe #fantasy #fanfic

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