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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years

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Girl In Red

Pairing: MJ x reader

synopsis: you and your best friend fall in love from childhood to adulthood

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5 years old

You looked around the classroom, eyes wide with fear as you clutched your backpack. Your mother was busy talking to the teacher, leaving you defenseless against the sea of kids. You felt out of your element, not knowing a single person in the room. There were groups of children playing blocks, dolls, and looking at books. Everyone seemed to have found a friend already.

Everyone but one girl.

Your eyes landed on her almost immediately and you felt yourself relax. She was alone too, sitting by herself at a table and coloring. Her curly braids hung down her back, secured with red ribbons tied into bows at the bottom. They moved slightly as she colored her paper, swaying back and forth as she worked. You looked at your mom one last time before walking over the the girl and shyly taking a seat beside her. She didn’t look up and continued coloring in the flower petals she had drawn with a black crayon.

“I like your hair.” You spoke up. “You look like Dorthy.”

The girl shrugged and kept coloring, shading the bottom of her picture green to create grass.

“Dorthy was annoying. I like the witch.” She told you.

“Which one?” You asked.

“The green one. I like the way she laughs.” The girl finally looked up with a playful smile. You smiled back, no longer feeling anxious about your first day at school.

“Me too.” You nodded eagerly. “And when she says ‘I’ll get you my pretty’. Her voice is funny.”

The girl laughed at your impression and put her crayon down.

“My mother made me wear the ribbons.” She said as she looked displeased. “She said it made me look like a “young lady”.”

“Do you not want to look like a lady?” You wondered.

“I’d rather look like the witch. She was cooler.” The girl said with a smile.

“I like the dog.” You responded.

“I like the dog too.” She said, and you smiled at each other again.

“I’m Y/n.” You introduced yourself. The girl made a sad face and started coloring again.

“I don’t want to tell you my name.” She mumbled.

“Why?” You wondered.

“I don’t like it.” She shook her head.

“Well maybe I’ll like it.” You told her. “What is it?”

“Michelle.” She said slowly, like she was scared of your reaction.

“That’s a cool name.” Your face lit up. “But if you don’t like Michelle, you can just go by a different name.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. You can just make one up.” You shrugged like it was simply.

“I’ll think about it.” She decided.

“Do you want to be friends?” You asked hopefully.

“Sure.” Michelle grinned. “Wanna help me with me draw?”

“Okay. Your picture is missing a sun. You need the sun so the flowers can grow.” You told her as you examined her drawing of flowers in a field.

“I’m not good at circles yet.” Michelle thought. “Can you draw it?”

“Okay. I draw it like this so the sunshine goes on all the flowers.” You explained as you drew half of the sun in the corner of her drawing.

“Wow. Thanks Y/n.” Michelle looked at you gratefully.

“You’re welcome. I really like your drawing. I’ve never seen black flowers before.” You complimented her picture.

“Black is my favorite color.” Michelle said as she filled in the sky.

“Cool. I like that that color too.”

“Now you have to sign the drawing since we made it together.” Michelle said as she slid her drawing closer to her.

“Okay.” You nodded as you signed your initials in black crayon. “Now you.”

Michelle picked up the crayon and signed a big “+ MJ” under your name, making it look like two lovers that carved their initials in a tree. You looked curiously at what she wrote and realized something.

“Wait, look.” You pointed to the paper.

“What?” She looked up at you.

“What if you made your name MJ?” You suggested, making MJ smiled with excitement.

“I like it.” She nodded eagerly. “You can call me MJ.”

“Let’s be best friends forever, MJ.” You held out your pinky and she linked it with hers.

“Okay. I have an idea.” MJ said as she took the two red ribbons out of her hair. She tied one around your wrist and you helped her tie one around yours.

“These can be our friendship bracelets.” She explained as you finished tying her ribbon.

“It’s perfect. Now everyone knows we’re best friends.” You grinned as you held your wrist close to hers, your matching ribbons brushing against each other. MJ twirled her wrist, admiring her ribbon and matched your grin.

“We’re gonna be best friends for the rest of our lives.”

14 years old

“Hey dipshit. Get any sleep last night or are under eye bags the new trend I have to actively hate?” MJ asked as she came up behind you, grabbing your hood and pulling it over your head. You let out a groan as you pushed your hood off, making a face at her as you smoothed your hair down. You’d been walking to school together since you were little, and it still never got boring. She fell into an easy stride next to you as she slung an arm around your shoulders.

“Shut up. I was busy doing your dad all night long.” You shot back as you intertwined your fingers with hers.

“You’re gross.” She laughed as she shoved you. “He’s gross.”

“Fine.” You agreed. “I was up because I couldn’t figure out the physics homework for the life of me.”

“Why didn’t you text me for help, bubba?” She asked as she squished your cheeks together, something she’d been doing since you were kids.

“Because you go to bed as soon as the sun goes down like a rooster.” You teased her back as you tried to step on her feet. She laughed as she skillfully moved her feet to dodge you.

“I don’t know about roosters, but I do like getting a good nights sleep.” She shrugged.

“Well some of us don’t have that luxury.” You stated as you finally looked at her. She caught sight of your cherry red lipstick and raised her eyebrows.

“So I see. Nice lipstick.” She commented. Your hands immediately went to your lips at her words.

“Does it look bad?” You asked quietly.

“No.” She shook her head. “I’ve just never seen you wear makeup before.”

“I knew it. I look ridiculous.” You groaned and took out your phone to look at the camera. You saw your reflection and grimaced, insecurely touching up the edges.

“Then why did you wear it?” MJ asked curiously. The two of you never ventured too far from your usually styles, so the lipstick was surprising to her. She’d never seen you in makeup before and she kinda liked it.

She just wanted to know who you wore it for.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged shyly. “I just wanted to look pretty.”

MJ stopped walking suddenly, making you stop as well. You turned to look at her and found a serious look at her face.

“You always look pretty.” She stared, making you blush. You looked around for listeners and walked closer to her, close enough that your chests were pressing together. MJ held her breath as how close you were, unable to hear anything but her heart beating in her ears.

“Do you think the boys will notice me?” You asked quietly. “With the lipstick, I mean?”

MJ’s face scrunched in confusion as she stuffed her hands in her pockets as disappointment sunk it.

“Who cares what the boys think?” MJ scoffed, averting her eyes to hide her indifference.

“I do.” You insisted. She gulped and looked down at you, always taller than you.

“Why? Boys are stupid.” She said as she dug her toe into the ground.

“I know but,” you shrugged helplessly, “we’re the only ones in the grade who haven’t had their first kiss yet.”

“We’re also the only ones in the grade who haven’t had mono.” She reminded you. “I think we’re okay.”

“I’m being serious.” You whined. “I feel like I’m falling behind. Why doesn’t anybody want to kiss me?”

“Maybe because you look like the babysitter from Cat In The Hat with that lipstick on.” MJ laughed as she cupped your face, wiping some of your lipstick off with her thumbs.

“I know. It was stupid.” You pouted. “I just wanted to look pretty.”

“You’re not stupid.” MJ said quietly as her thumb dragged along your bottom lip. “And I already told you.”

“Told me what?” You asked as you looked up at her.

“You’re always pretty.” She smiled softly, making you smile back. You kept waking, a comfortable silence settling between the two of you until you stopped again.

“Would you kiss me?”

MJ stopped in her tracks and looked at you with a pink tint on her face.

“What?” She stammered.

“If you were a boy, I mean.” You added quickly. “Would you want to kiss me?”

MJ blinked a few times as she walked back to you, stopping when she was right in front of you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I wanna kiss you.” She said softly. “I, uh, I would want to kiss you. If I were a boy.” She corrected herself as she looked away.

“Okay. I feel better.” You blew out a breath of relief before your face fell. “No I don’t. Why doesn’t anyone else want to kiss me? Is there something wrong with me?”

“Theres nothing wrong with you, bubba.” MJ assured you as she put a comforting hand on your shoulder. “No ones kissed me either.”

You chewed your bottom lip as you looked at her, a million thoughts going through your head.

“Should we…should we kiss?” You asked timidly. “Just so we can say we’ve had our first kiss.”

MJ’s eyes widened in surprise before a shy smile tugged at her lips.

“Okay.” She nodded, trying to conceal her excitement. You felt your own butterflies flutter in your tummy as you stepped closer to her and got up on your tippy toes. You put your hands on her shoulders, laughing nervously as your heads bumped together.

“I don’t really know how to do it.” You admitted as awkward giggles left your mouth.

“Just close your eyes and lean in.” She instructed, placing hesitant hands on your hips.

“What if I miss your lips?” You feared, eyes lingering on her lips before going back to her eyes.

“I’ll hold your face to guide you, okay?” MJ asked you as she cupped her face. You leaned into her hands as you felt your face heating up.

“Okay.” You nodded. “I’m ready.”

You shut your eyes and and braced yourself as you felt MJ pulling your face towards hers.

And all at once, you were enchanted.

You felt her lips on yours, the foreign feeling sending a wave of butterflies in your tummy. You instinctively leaned in further, wanting to feel her close. She pulled away, only when she couldn’t breathe, and slowly opened her eyes. Yours fluttered open and you immediately lit up in a smile as a nervous chuckle escaped your lips.

“You have lipstick on your face.” You told her as you wiped it off with the back of your hand.

“I thought I got it all off.” She whined. “Now we both look like clowns.”

You laughed again, slowly taking your arms off her shoulders and straightening her jacket.

“Thanks for kissing me.” You said, trying to act as normal as possibly with the fireworks going off inside of you. MJ cleared her throat and nodded, feeling just as dazed as you were.

“Anytime.”

17 years old

“Can you believe this is our last year in high school?” MJ asked as you sat beside her on the roof of her car. Your whole class was at the beach for senior sunrise, huddling together for warmth as you waited for the sun to rise.

“Yes and no.” You shrugged. “It feels like freshman year was last week but at the same time, I feel like I’ve been here forever.”

“I feel the same way. It went by super fast, but also super, super slowly.”

“I’m gonna miss it.” You said as you stared off at the rising sun, feeling yourself getting emotional for a minute.

“Me too.” MJ said as she looked at you, sensing your vulnerability. She put a comforting hand on your shoulder and rubbed your back to soothe you. You turned your head to look at her and smiled over your shoulder.

“I like this hoodie on you. You look good in it.” You smirked as you tugged on her hoodie.

“Thanks.” She chuckled. “Thought I’d switch things up from the black I usually wear.”

“I like it. You look good.” You said, biting your lip as you admired just how gorgeous your best friend was.

“You said that already.” She teased you, poking your side as you leaned into her.

“Did I? Sorry.” Your laughter went up to the sky as she laid her head in your lap, her curls ticking your bare legs. You let your hand run through her curls, pulling at them so they straightened and bounced back into shape.

“It’s okay.” She said as she looked up at you. “The sky is beautiful.”

She was most definitely not talking about the sky as she stared at you from your lap, feeling like she could stay there forever.

“I know. I’ve never seen red like this. It’s like I’m seeing the color for the first time.” You sighed as you gazed down at her.

You also weren’t talking about the sky.

“Yeah.” She smiled lazily until she saw you shiver. “Are you cold?”

“No. No, I’m fine.” You lied, not wanting her to move.

“Your lips are blue.” She said as she sat up, touching your face with her hand.

“Are they? Oops.” You giggled as you leaned into her hand.

“Here. Hopefully that stops you from looking like a cadaver.” MJ rolled her eyes as she wrapped her arms around you, letting your stick your cold hands inside the sleeves of her hoodie. You rested your head on her shoulder and felt her warmth radiating onto you.

“Thanks. That’s much better.” You commented as you nuzzled into her neck. “You smell good. You smell like tea.”

“I had some before I came.” She told you as you shivered again. “You’re freezing. I told you to wear pants.”

“But pants didn’t go with my outfit.” You whined as you stretched your legs out on the hood of her car.

“Neither does hypothermia.” She said as he rested her head on top of yours.

“I wanted to look cute for our last first day.” You defended as goosebumps covered your skin like an unwelcome blanket.

“You always look cute. You in those little high waisted shorts.” She shook her head and let out a content sigh as the sun slowly rose on the two of you.

“I’m glad you like them, because they’re gonna have to pry them off my frozen dead body.”

“I won’t let that happen.” She assured you. “Let’s go to the little hut over there. It’s too cold for you here.”

“Okay.” You agreed as MJ tugged you by the hand towards a little wooden hut down the beach. Once inside, she plopped down on the sand and made grabby hands at you. You laughed as you laid down beside her, curling into her side and rested your head on her heartbeat.

“MJ?” You asked after a beat of silence.

“Yeah bubba?” She answered.

“You’re my best friend.” You told her.

“And you’re mine.” She said as she kissed the top of your head. “We’re gonna be best friends for the rest of our lives.”

You chuckled against her body as she quoted herself from the day you met.

“Hey, lovebirds. We’re heading to school. You can continue planning your homosexual agenda later.” Peters voice came from outside the hut, making the two of you jump out of the embrace and sit up…straight.

“Shut up, Parker. Don’t act like you and Ned didn’t fall asleep at the lock-in last year and wake up spooning.” You calmed back as you got up, not turning around as you walked out of the hut so MJ wouldn’t see your blush. It was weird. Had Peter not interrupted, you might’ve kissed your best friend.

And you really wanted to kiss her.

“Come on. We can fight over which friend group is more likely to fall in love later.” Ned said as you all headed back towards the cars. MJ fell into a stride beside you, slipping her hand into yours and unintentionally reassuring you that she had felt it too.

“Since Ned and I aren’t holding hands, I’d say MJ and Y/n have us beat.” Peter teased as he clocked the hand holding. MJ flipped him off, to which he responded with a stuck out tongue.

“You’re right. Quick, kiss me Peter.” Ned said dramatically as he cupped Peters face.

“I’ve been waiting all day for you to ask.” Peter matched his dramatic tone and pretended to kiss Ned.

“They’re so immature.” MJ scoffed as you pretended to gag.

“I know. And we are totally more likely to fall in love.” You laughed, only half joking as you looked at her.

“Totally.” She agreed, feeling the butterflies return.

18 years old

“Can you try to calm down and tell me what happened?” You begged MJ from her bed as she paced around the room. Ever since you got back from the party, she’d been in a bad mood. More specifically, ever since you kissed Peter in the closet as a dare, she’d been in a bad mood. The night started with you in a tight red dress, a dress that made MJ forget her own name. It ended with her staring at a closed closet door as her classmates cheered for Peter. Those seven minutes you were in there with Peter felt like a lifetime for MJ as a sinking feeling filled her tummy. There was no more denying it.

She loved you.

“I just don’t understand.” She exclaimed. “I drop hints, I make gestures, I give compliments. How can you be so forward with someone and they still don’t realize you like them?”

You had no idea she was ranting about you, and she was determined to keep it that way.

“Well boys are stupid.” You shrugged, thinking her own words would be of aid to her. She stopped pacing and looked at you, more heartbroken than you had ever seen her.

“I’m not talking about boys. I’m talking about girls.” She cried.

A silence filled the room as it clicked in your mind that your best friend of 13 years had just come out to you. It was bitter sweet moment for you, but also a scary one. You couldn’t deny that you’d developed feelings for her over the years, but now knowing that she liked girls left you feeling pressured to do something about those feelings. Not only did the girl you like just confirm she liked girls, she also told you she had feelings for someone else.

“Oh.” You said slowly, feeling your mouth dry out.

“Yeah.” MJ nodded as her eyes stayed glue to the ground. That was not the way she planned on coming out to you. She wanted to tell you in a cool way, a way that made you want to be with her. You blinked a few times as you collected yourself and gave her a reassuring smile, a smile that sparked hope in her heart.

“Well I’m sure girls are stupid too.”

MJ let out a groan, knowing it was too good to be to ever think you’d like her back.

“But that’s the thing. She’s not stupid.” MJ shook her head and went back to pacing. “She’s basically the most wonderful person I’ve ever met. So why doesn’t she see that I’m in love with her?”

“Maybe she doesn’t know you like girls. Maybe she thinks you just compliment her as a friend.” You spoke from experience, thinking of all the times you complimented MJ in a less than platonic way.

“I don’t want to be her friend.” MJ put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “I want to kiss her until I lose my breath. I wanna be with her.”

You clenched her bedsheets between your fingers, feeling jealousy bubble in you as MJ confessed her feelings for someone who wasn’t you.

Well, it was you, but you didn’t know that.

“Hm.” You hummed, not trusting your voice enough to speak.

“I just don’t know how to tell her.” MJ looked at you with sad eyes. “I don’t even know if she likes girls.”

“How long have you been into this girl?” You wondered, knowing the answer would probably just make you more upset.

“Feels like my whole life.” MJ sighed. “I’ve never wanted anyone but her.”

Your blood boiled in your veins and you gulped, your heart breaking in your chest as you thought MJ just told you she never felt anything for you. If you just realized she’d meant you, both of you would be saved from a world of heartbreak.

“Never? Not even a little crush on someone else?” You squeaked.

“No. Just her. She’s got a hold on me.” MJ said definitely, making your chest feel heavy. You looked down at the floor as you experienced very first heartbreak. It was almost fitting that it was her. She was your first friend, your first kiss, and now your first heartbreak.

“You should tell her that. She’d be really lucky to hear it.” You said quietly as you quickly wiped a fallen tear.

“I can’t. I think she likes someone else. If we haven’t gotten together by now, it wasn’t meant to be.” She blew out a breath and ran her fingers through her hair, turning her back to you to conceal how hurt she was.

If she just asked, she would’ve found out kissing Peter felt like kissing a wall. It was nothing compared to that kiss on your way to school when you were 14.

Nothing was.

“Is that what you think?” You asked, letting your tears fall now that she was turned around. She nodded her head and you felt defeated.

“Then you’re probably right.” You nodded. “Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.”

You both stood in her bedroom, silently crying as your lack of communication broke each other’s hearts.

20 years old

Your phone lit up and showed that “jones barbecue and foot massage” was calling you, making your heart skip a beat. You plugged your finger in your ear to block out the noise of the harvest festival and put the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You asked, looking around the festival for your best friend. You were both home from college for thanksgiving and planned to see each other immediately.

“Turn around.” You heard her voice, sending a wave of emotions through your body. You turned around and saw her in her typical relaxed attire and beaten up jacket, making your heart swell.

“MJ!” You screamed and ran towards her, not stopping until she was held tightly in your arms. She hugged you back as hard as she could, taking in your scent that she had missed for so long. You felt tears of joy come to your eyes as you held her.

Your first love, back in your arms at last.

“I missed you, bubba.” She mumbled unto your ear as she kissed your cheek. You pulled away and let her wipe the tears off of your face.

“I missed you more.” You laughed in embarrassment and pointed at your tears. “How’s college?”

“I’m broke and I gained five pounds.” She nodded. “How about you?”

“Same!” You squealed and threw your arms around her again. She laughed cheerfully as she hugged you back, rubbing your back the way she used too.

“I brought you something.” She remembered when you pulled apart and she began to dig in her backpack.

“You did?” You asked as you waited for her to find what she was looking for. Finally, she presented you with a bright red candy apple, making your eyes light up.

“I passed a stand on my way here.” She shrugged. “Do you still like them? I vividly remember you getting it all over your face every year at the Halloween fair.”

“Uh, duh.” You exclaimed as you excitedly unwrapped it. “They’re only the best holiday treat.”

“Well I’m glad to know you haven’t changed.” MJ laughed as you practically unhinged your jaw to bite the apple.

“Oh my God. It tastes like heaven.” You sighed as you took another bite, getting the red dye all over your face.

“I bet it does.” MJ snorted, admiring you at your happiest.

“This would be my last meal in prison. This is all I would need before I go.” You nodded in content as you ate the apple.

“You have it all over your face.” MJ informed you with a fond smile, just enjoying the sight of you being happy.

“I do? I didn’t even feel it.” You laughed as you touched your face. You felt the sticky substance all over your mouth and turned away in embarrassment to wipe it.

“Don’t look away.” MJ laughed as she pulled your arm so you were facing her. “You look cute.”

“No I don’t. I look like I just ate a small animal in the woods.” You shook your head and set the apple down on its wrapper on a table.

“Nah. It reminds me of the red lipstick you used to wear.” She teased you, only worsening your embarrassment.

“Stop. That was so embarrassing.” You whined as you touched your face again, feeling the red stuff on the tip of your nose.

“Here. Let me help.” MJ took out a wet wipe and began to clean your hands. You laughed shyly as she got closer to you and twisted the wipe around each finger.

“Oh my God. It’s everywhere.” You groaned. “If someone kissed me right now, they would stick.”

“Probably.” MJ chuckled as she wiped the tip of your nose clean. You stared at her as she did, always in awe of her beauty. She ran the wipe across your lips and slowly looked into yours eyes, feeling the same way she did at 14. You didn’t hesitate this time and leaned in to kiss her, no longer caring about the candy apple. MJ’s hands cupped your face and pulled you closer, as close as she was allowed. You put your now cleaned hands on her hips and pulled her flush against you. MJ couldn’t help but thinking about how fitting your first meeting was. You literally added the sunshine into her life and got her to see things in a different light. And now, she finally had you in the way she wanted.

“I missed you, MJ.” You whispered when you pulled away. MJ chuckled and kissed you again, softly this time.

“I missed you too, bubba.”

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fandom-strumpet · 4 years

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Game Night Confession- Part 2

Summary: You’ve confessed your feelings for Kai to Elena in the closet during 7 Minutes in Heaven. Little to your knowledge, Kai popped in and listened to your deep secret. The next day, things get a little spicy.

Word Count: 1,342

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Kai Parker x Reader

You spit lemonade out of your mouth and start coughing. "I- I'm sorry, what?" quickly dabbing your chin with a napkin you turn to face Kai who looked non-chalant as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

"Well isn't irrevocably a big word?"

"Yes, uhh, it is." You furrowed your eyebrows together, surprised at such a weird question. Then it dawned on you- last night in the closet. The embarrassment that had flooded you quickly grew into irritation in your chest as you realized what had just happened. Elena. She must have told Kai what I said- there's no way he could have known otherwise. You hurriedly waved down the waitress for your ticket and before long you were up and leaving the table. Pushing the Mystic Grill's door open, you see a strong hand take charge of the weight and slide up near your hand. It was impossible to not recognize Kai's familiar scent, you froze in the doorway to take a deep breath of it in. His voice gave you chills as he pretend cleared his throat, waiting for you to keep moving. With a shaky breath out, you continue walking, your hand dropping as you prayed that not everyone had just seen you freeze like a deer in headlights.

"Which way are we going?"

"What?" You were pulled out of the moment to his question.

"Aren't we going to find Elena and Damon doing whatever they said they were going to do?" Kai looked down at your stunned face with a playful smile.

"Yeah- yeah I think they went this way." You gave a weak smile back, stomach full of butterflies and knees that felt like Jello. Why did you feel disappointed when he mentioned them? Were you hoping for something else to happen? The both of you started to wander down the sidewalk, it was so hot out the sidewalk practically emanated heat waves.

"You know what I've always wanted to try?" Kai broke the silence.

You look up to Kai and hum in question. Kai always made you so glad in awkward moments because he wasn't afraid to just start a normal (or what he thought was normal) conversation.

"I've always wanted to jump on a trampoline." he pursed his lips and nodded semi-seriously.

"Wait- you've seriously never jumped on a trampoline before?" your eyes sparkle at the image of him jumping on one for the first time.

"Nope." Kai's hand slipped into yours, his eyes remaining forward as if he didn't even recognize the action of holding your hand. Full blown panicking in your mind, you do the only you could think of. You embrace his hand in return, drawing a little smirk from Kai. Your chest tightened, you could almost scream and Kai was no doubt listening to your heart bouncing off the confinements of your rib cage, doing a little drum solo not so unlike Animal's from the Muppets. A little light bulb came on, despite the utter chaotic panic in your mind.

“We could go to my house.”

“Oh?” Kai stopped the both of you walking, still holding your hand as he turned your body to face his.

Blushing you hurried, “Yeah, I have a trampoline at my house.”

A cheek to cheek smile bloomed on his face, “Let’s go!”

What just happened. Are we seriously going over to my house right now? If anyone were to tell you that morning that you would be jumping on a trampoline with Malachai Parker today, you would have laughed in their face. Today was the mafia lord of unexpected things. When you finally arrived at your backyard you let go of Kai’s hand to pull out the old wooden staircase to climb up. Your dad had built the staircase for you as a little girl to climb up and you didn’t quite have the heart to get rid of the thing. Your heart twinged with regret, missing the feel of his hand already. Climbing onto the trampoline first you turn and help Kai up. You held his arms like a person would hold a child’s arms when they first get onto the trampoline. His face was even beaming like a child’s, pure joy radiating from him as he watched his feet bounce up and down.

“Okay, now jump with me.” you smiled, staring into his eyes.

Kai’s grip on your forearms tightened, a grin of pure enjoyment on his face which sent butterflies racing into your stomach.

“I love this so much,” Kai drew in a breath, “I didn’t think that a trampoline would be this exciting.”

And I love you. God- if only you could mind read this would be so much easier to say.

“You wanna do a little trick?” Your eyes glinted with excitement.

Kai’s eyes sparked with anticipation and curiosity as he nodded his head quickly.

“Alright, I’m going to let go of you and you just keep bouncing.” You let go slowly and looked to him making sure he was still balanced. You bounced twice in sync with him before pausing slightly and digging your feet into the mesh. Kai’s eyes widened in surprise as he flew into the air high above you.

“Waaagh!” He yelled, falling down onto his ass with a big laugh. “That was awesome!”

You allowed yourself to collapse by him, laying down on your back to catch your breath. Kai plopped back and stared up at the clouds littering the sky on the perfect baby-blue summer day. With a content hum you turn and gaze at his perfect face, a remnant of a smile still visible. He shifted his thoughtful stare into the clouds to look at you. A grin made crinkles near his eyes as his hand slowly wandered up and started playing with your hair that was splayed across the trampoline surface. He twirled strands in his fingers, the silver rings glinting in the sunlight. You were so mesmerizing to him that he could lay there forever with you.

“Y/N-”

“Hmm?” you replied, loving the sound of your name coming from his mouth. It was so enchanting how he said it, like a whole new beautiful noise.

“You are so pretty.” he breathed out.

A blush spread across your face furiously as if you had suddenly become as hot as the sun itself. Kai’s eyebrows furrowed closer together as he studied your face and continued.

“So I know confessions are a thing that people apparently like to do, and I have to tell you-”

“What?” you prodded him on.

“I think I’m in love with you. I don’t fully understand all these emotions quite yet but this one- the one I have when I’m with you- is just insane,” he added with a chuckle, “And I should know.”

“Kai I- are you- are you being for real right now? You’re not picking on me or joking?”

“Yes I’m ‘being real’ Y/N, I wouldn’t pick on you about this.”

“Why are you saying this just now?” you sat up to lean on your elbow, quite curious as to how this whole thing may have started. Maybe last night? Elena?

Kai followed your action and sat up, tracing lazy circles with his finger on the mesh.

“I know what you said last night,”

Damn it. I knew it.

“-and it scared me but it made me feel- I don’t know- like I was having some form of a heart attack but it made me feel alive and, happy?” he tilted his head and fixed his eyes to yours. “Do you know the feeling?”

“Yeah- yeah I do, Kai.” your breath became shallow as Kai brought his hand up to fix your hair. Seizing the moment you lean forward and plant a sweet as a cherry kiss on his lips. Pulling back quickly you wait for his reaction, nervousness overtaking you. Kai paused, his eyes searching your face in wonder before he grasped the back of your head with one hand and pulled you close, his lips embracing yours into a sweet kiss. He rolled you onto your back and hovered over your body, never breaking the kiss. When you finally came up for air, Kai had moved his left arm by your head to brace himself. His smell overwhelmed you, sending you into a drunken haze. Your floral scent absolutely sent him over the edge, past the point of no return. There was no going back to being friends after this, your fingers traced his jaw line and you whispered,

“You are amazing and I am so hopelessly in love with you.”

“And irrevocably?” Kai grinned cheekily.

You leaned up and pecked his lips, ‘irrevocably.”

@rome5683 @1-800-khaleesii @sxturn-stars @tawaii

#kai parker #kai parker fanfiction #kai parker x reader #kai parker imagine

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scrumptiouslittlesimp · 4 years

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you know what i want 😸

Yes, yes I know what you want, you thirsty mofo-

•~~~•

word count: 1.3k words

Pairing: Albedo x female reader

warning: I don’t think there are any

Summary: when Albedo came back, there was nothing he could draw. Until he saw the prettiest scene, you.

note: brain is rotting by the time I ended this fic so I don’t think the ending is that good so just be prepared.

After finishing his research in Dragonspine he decided to visit Mondstat to visit you and Klee. You and Klee were ecstatic, after not seeing your precious best friend for so long it felt like your light was coming back to you when you heard that he was visiting.

Waiting for him in front of the gates of Mondstat, you and Klee were already waiting for him, sitting on the stairs in front of the adventurers guild. “Albedo!,” / “big brother!” both of you screeched in unison as you see the tiny shadow of Albedo. He wasn’t even past the gate yet but you and Klee ran out and tackled him to the ground, disturbing all of Timmie’s pigeons.

Klee clung onto Albedo’s leg as you jumped behind him and wrapped your legs on his waist, circling your arms around his neck. “We missed you!” you both screamed in unison. Albedo chuckles and pets Klee’s head, “I miss you guys too,”

He carries you and Klee to the Knights Of Favonious Headquarters. You nuzzle your face into his hair, breathing in his scent. You don’t see it but he has a smirk on his face, happy that the two people he cared for the most had missed him.

Entering the Knights Of Favonious Headquarters all three of you send a smile to the two guards stationed outside of the headquarters. They sweatdrop at the position you three were at but recognizing The Chief Alchemist, the daughter of the famous adventurer Alice and the assistant of Headmaster Jean, they let the trio in.

Entering Jean’s office you let go of Albedo and so does Klee. You kneeled down, having the need to since you were in front of your boss. Albedo bows and Klee climbs you back, thinking you were kneeling down so that she can get on your back.

“Ah Albedo, I see you have returned,” Headmaster Jean smiles as she looks up from her pile of paperwork, “how long do you plan on staying?” You and Klee frown, right, he was only here for a while and would soon leave again. You occasionally sent letters but they just weren’t enough.

“As long as these two let me, headmaster Jean,” and with that, you stand up from your kneeling position, Klee quickly wrapping her short arms around your neck so as to not fall down. “Really!” you exclaimed, a bright smile coming on your face. He nods and ruffles your hair as the smile on your face becomes even larger.

Headmaster Jean smiles, watching the interaction. “Alright, you should relax for a while, bring y/n and Klee with you as well, I presume you guys would want some time together?” and she looks down to continue her paperwork. You and Albedo bow and head out of the office.

“Big brother! Since we can be with you the whole day, can we go to Windrise! I have a cool treasure to show you!” Klee says as she jumps off your back, now jumping up and down in excitement. “Is it another bomb?” Albedo asks with a raised eyebrow.

Klee pretends she doesn’t hear anything and grabs your hands and drags you out of the safety of the walls of Mondstat and towards Windrise. Stopping at the bottom of the large old tree, Albedo sits down, "why don't you find the treasure and bring it here Klee? I know how you always forget where you put your treasure so why don't you go find it with y/n, I'm a little tired from travelling so I want to rest a bit," Klee nods excitedly, quickly grasping your hand in hers and dragging to to where she thinks the treasure is.

Grabbing out his sketchbook, he looks around to find something to sketch to find nothing he finds interesting. His eyes roam around and they stop when they see something that made them open a little wider than normal.

You were running after Klee, presumably playing tag. A huge grin was present on your face and the sun was shining directly on your face, making you raise your hand to shade your eyes from the bright rays. Sweat was running down your forehead as you continued to chase Klee around. He captured the scene in his head, quickly sketching it out on his sketchbook before even a tiny detail of the memory fades.

As he adds the final details to the sketch, Klee and you finally come over to him, you were drenched in sweat with your hands on your knees, panting, while Klee was still jumping up and down from excitement. “Big brother! I found the treasure! And me and big sister played tag too!”

Albedo puts his sketchbook down, looking up to see a giant red ball that had flower patterns messily drawn on it. He grabs it, analyzing it. He smells it, smelling a combination of multiple flowers. He forgets that the drawing he drew of you was still on view for everyone to see.

Klee, being the innocent, oblivious child she is, grabs it and shows it to you, “Look! Big brother drew big sister!” she says, displaying the drawing he made of you. Albedo hearing what Klee said, quickly whips his head up from the flower themed bomb and to the two figures in front of him.

He panics and accidentally drops the bomb, accidentally activating it. Flowers spray everywhere as you and Albedo make eye contact. There was a slight blush on your face. Albedo usually never draws anyone, it was weird that he suddenly drew you. He only drew things he either found interesting or beautiful.

Time seems like it’s passing slowly as the flowers rain down and you and Albedo look at each other. One with eyes of confusion and the other with eyes of panic. “Big brother, why did you activate it! I wanted it to be a surprise!” Klee’s loud whine brings both of you back from your trances.

Albedo looks at Klee, kneeling to the level of the small child. “I’m sorry Klee, why don’t we make a new one? I’ll wait here with big sister, you already know where the pretty flowers are right?” Klee nods, going on her way to get a new batch of flowers.

“So, do you find me interesting or beautiful? Which one is it,” speaking in a teasing manner, trying to defuse the tension. With that statement Albedo’s cheeks turn a bright color of crimson. “Both,” he mumbles out. Not expecting that answer, your eyes widen a little.

“Hey you know what, being friends with you is kinda boring,” you said, looking at him with an awkward smile. His heart drops and you could see it in his face. Quickly waving your hands in front of your face you continued your sentence, “I-I mean, wanna date me?” you fidget with your fingers, never thinking that you would ask your best friend that question.

“W-well we’ve been friends for who knows how long now, maybe we could pick it up a notch? And maybe because i’m kinda in love with you hehe” you said, but mumbling the last part quietly. Albedo stays quiet for a little bit, making you more nervous.

Instead of using words, he crouches down in front of you, “Klee has been gone for a while, we should check on her,” he says, looking away from you, but you can see from the tips of his ear that he’s blushing. A smile pops onto your face, knowing Albedo, this was his way of saying yes.

Climbing onto his back, you wrapped your arms on his neck a little tighter then you did earlier, smiling as you did so. Leaning your head to sit on his shoulder, you give him a little kiss on the cheek, smiling as you did so.

His arms carrying your legs tighten. Albedo never thought about getting into a relationship, thinking his life should just be dedicated to research, but hey, maybe this wasn’t that bad.

#xreader #genshin #genshin impact #angst #fanfic #fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #albedo imagines #genshin albedo #albedo imagine #albedo #albedo x reader #albedo scenario #albedo scenarios

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cashmeremars · 4 years

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dating seulgi || k.sg

pairing: seulgi x fem!reader

summary: seulgi is your girlfriend, here’s how it goes....

genre: fluff, angst, domestic!au, idol x non-idol reader

word count: 3.1k (whoops)

a/n: basically my dream life

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

how you met:

you’ve always been very art-inclined but never did much with it but sketch and paint in your apartment, so your friends thought it would be a good idea to enrol you in an art class (without your knowledge)

At first you weren’t very fond of the idea because you never really shared your art with anyone, and going to an art class meant that you would have to share your art with a bunch of random strangers and a professional art teacher (which is super nerve-wracking)

your friends manage to convince you, but not without your constant protests

the day of the first art class comes and you decide that if you’re gonna be surrounded by strangers for the first time, you might as well look nice, especially if your art is gonna suck

you had approximately 5 minutes to gather your art supplies and get in your car before you were gonna be late (because you spent too much time on your appearance)

you manage to arrive to the art studio in time and find a seat next to a girl that looked all too familiar to you

as soon as you sit down you can feel her looking at you, when you look up, she whips her head back towards her canvas

The teacher walks in and starts teaching. your first assignment was to draw a fruit bowl but in the most abstract way possible

as everyone starts to unpack their supplies to draw, you realize that you left your sketching pencil at home (typical)

you panic for a little bit before you turn to the girl next to you

As you look at her, you realize just how pretty she is; her dark hair and bangs frame her pale face beautifully as her cheeks are dusted with faint strokes of pink that match her lips

She turns to glance at you and you realize that you’ve been staring at her for too long. She raises an eyebrow at you before you speak

“Hey, um, i was being really stupid this morning and forgot my pencil. Can i borrow one of yours?” you stammer as you look at her with wide eyes

she giggles softly to herself as her eyes crinkle into little crescent moons, she hands you one of her pencils and then extends her hand out to you

“I’m Seulgi, you must be new to this class?” she asks with a smile

You introduce yourself before answering her question “yeah, my friends kind of forced me to do this, i’m not sure if it’ll be fun or not”

“Well if you’re not having fun then you can just talk to me. I like keeping people company”

You smile at her softly before turning your head back to your canvas. For the rest of the class you and seulgi find each other speaking to each other, or stealing shy glances at one another

After an hour, everyone’s sketches were complete. You hear a gasp next to you and quickly turn your head towards Seulgi

“Oh my god, that’s amazing” Seulgi says as she gapes directly at your artwork

Your first instinct is to cover up your canvas, but seulgi’s gasp attracts the attention of your classmates as they all move towards you to look at your art

As you get showered with compliments you can’t help but blush since everyone's reactions were so unexpected

The commotion near your canvas calms down as everyone goes around admiring each other’s artwork

“You’re so cute when you’re shy” seulgi says quietly beside you

“What? O-oh thank you. You’re pretty too” you stutter

Everyone begins to pack their bags to leave. When you turn to hand seulgi her pencil, you realize that she’s gone

You being to pack your things more frantically so you can try to see if she’s still hanging around the building

As you rush out of the room you bump directly into seulgi with a huff, she turns around startled before she realizes that it’s just you

“Um, I just wanted to return your pencil. I didn’t know if you had left the building already” you say as you hand her the pencil

She reaches to grab it and your fingers caress each other gently before she looks up at you with a sweet smile

“Thank you, you art is amazing by the way. I wish I could draw like that” she says as she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear

“What? Seulgi, your art is quite literally the best I’ve seen in awhile. If anything, I should be jealous of you” you exclaim with wide eyes. It was ridiculous to think that Seulgi’s art was anything less than astonishing.

“Oh thank you. Hey, did you enjoy the class? I really hope you can come back” Seulgi says as she lightly taps your forearm

“Honestly, it was actually pretty enjoyable. I really loved being in an environment where everyone has the same goals. Especially with classmates as supportive as you” you reply

“Good, hopefully you’ll remember your pencil or anything. Not that I mind if you don’t” she jokes

“Please, I’ll definitely remember it next time” you reply with a chuckle

After a while of speaking, you and seulgi exchange numbers as you head towards your car

“Hey, have I seen you somewhere? You seem really familiar, but I don’t know how” you ask as you reach your car

Seulgi visibly hesitates for a bit before she replies “I’m an idol. Seulgi from Red Velvet” she replies with awkward jazz hands

Then it all hits you. You’d often see red velvet on TV and Seulgi was always the one that stood out to you the most

“Oh. Well I think that Seulgi from art class rolls off the tongue better” you reply with a wink.

She laughs before a car pulls up and honks at her

“Oh, my managers here. I’ll text you, if you want me to” she replies with shy eyes

“Of course I’d want you to text me. I’ll see you later Seulgi” you say before opening your car door. She waves at you before walking away and into the car. She rolls down the window before shouting out another goodbye with a wide smile and both of her hands waving

You roll your eyes at her playfully before waving again and heading into your car. You drive home with a smile stuck on your face as you remember her smile.

When your friends asked you about how the art class went, you told them everything that happened. They teased you for a bit but were also happy that you made a new friend that shares the same hobbies as you, although they insisted that you wanted her to be more than your friend

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

dates:

You and seulgi had been hanging out for the past 3 months (usually after your art classes) and she’d quickly become one of your closest friends over the course of those 3 months

You and seulgi were having an art-picnic at the park. You’d both decided it would be fun if you drew sketches of each other to your best abilities.

Obviously you tried really hard on your sketch of seulgi (which wasn’t all that hard considering how many times you’ve mindlessly doodled her, you’d basically memorized her facial features)

The wind was blowing your hair in your face but that didn’t stop you from completing your sketch of her

You look up at Seulgi to catch any more details that you might’ve missed and you notice that she’s smiling shyly as her face starts to blush while she draws you. You raise your eyebrow at her but she doesn’t notice.

A little while later she flicks her wrist upwards while semi-yelling “Done!” with a bright smile

You finish yours soon after with a smile. The drawing looks exactly like her; from the stray hair of her bangs to the tiny little freckles on her cheeks.

You both stare at each other for a bit before she motions towards your sketchbook, waiting for you to share yours first.

You hesitate before turning your sketchbook towards her. You close your eyes and wait for her reaction. You hear a gasp as she quickly takes the sketchbook out of your hands and examines it.

You open your eyes and look at her as she gapes at your drawing.

She looks up at you with bright eyes as she starts to gush at your drawing “this looks exactly like me” she says with a smile. “Do you mind if i keep it?” she asks quietly

“Uh. yeah, of course. I mean I drew it for you anyways” you say with a nervous chuckle

There’s a bit of silence as you watch her admire your drawing. Her eyes glimmer like the sun reflecting the ocean in a way that looks like she’s about to tear up

She suddenly looks up at you before she takes a deep breath. She puts your sketch down and holds hers up towards you. She smiles nervously at you before she turns her sketchbook towards you

There’s a nearly perfect portrait of you sketched onto the paper. She even managed to perfect your hair flying in the wind.

You grab the sketch from her in awe and begin to inspect it closely. Seulgi’s attention to detail never fails to surprise you

As you look even closer at the portrait, you notice a bit of handwriting at the bottom. You slightly squint your eyes at it before your jaw slowly starts to hang open

“I know this might seem a bit awkward but I really feel like I’ve known you my whole life. Please don’t hate me, but do you maybe kinda wanna go on a date sometime?” it says in scribbled handwriting

You dropped the sketch and engulfed her in a long loNG hug (and she started crying aw)

The rest of your picnic was just you guys staring at each other and giggling

Your first date lasted around 48 hours because Seulgi insisted that she takes you on a roadtrip to her favourite places (but you wouldn’t have asked for anything more)

You and seulgi will go on dates anywhere

You’ve gone bowling, arcading, canoeing, hiking, karaoke, and tree climbing (which was kind of weird but you guys had fun)

On your 100 day anniversary, seulgi takes you out on a date to the lake where you ride those cute swan boats

You then shared a red velvet cake (wink wink) before heading over to your apartment to binge movies

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

kisses:

Even though she’s your girlfriend, seulgi is still pretty shy about kissing you (which also makes you shy)

Your first kiss was actually on your first date

You were both sitting in the swan boats, pedaling lightly as you laughed along with each other. At one point you both fell into a comfortable silence

She was brushed a piece of hair behind your ear before leaning in slowly and capturing her soft lips with yours

It was a very wholesome kiss that left her blushing aggressively when you pulled away

You leaned back in for another kiss (which she obviously granted) and that was your first kiss !!!

Seulgi’s kisses depend on the situation, for example;

Good luck kisses - these are usually the kisses that you give seulgi before she has to go to rehearsal or days of the group’s comebacks. These kisses are always very sweet and long and filled with encouraging words between each one. You grab her face with both hands and plant a big kiss before whispering good luck and patting her cheek.

Goodnight kisses - these kisses usually happen at the end of each date when seulgi has to head back to the dorms. you guys usually spend at least 10 minutes saying goodbye to each other before one of you actually ends up leaving. These kisses are usually very soft and linger for much longer than they should, as they’re accompanied with soft whispers of how much you enjoyed the day.

Greeting kisses - these happen when you meet up before a date, before art class, or literally just anytime you see her. When you see each other, she usually engulfs you in a warm bear hug. They’re usually just soft little pecks, maybe three in a row and then you guys are off catching up on each other’s lives

Adoration kisses - these ones usually come out of nowhere. These happen on your dates when one of you gets so caught up in admiring the other that you kind of slip into your own world, where they’re the only other person that exists. You can’t think of anything but them. So you lean in and kiss her, again, again, and again, until you get lost in the moment.

Morning kisses - these happen at the crack of dawn. you're both still half asleep, but not enough to not acknowledge the others’ presence. Seulgi will usually wrap her arm across your chest without even realizing it, and you instinctively lean in closer. You both squint at each other, seulgi’s hair is all over her face and the sight always makes you laugh. Seulgi groans quietly as she stretches, her leg falls over yours and she nuzzles her head into your side. She lazily lands a kiss on your cheek and neck before slowly falling back asleep

Comforting kisses - the most heartbreaking kisses that you and seulgi share. Sometimes you’ll visit the dorm to hang out with seulgi and find her laying on her bed unmoving, and with shaky breaths. You quietly whisper her name and your heart breaks as she turns to look at you with red eyes and tear stained cheeks. You’d always heard about how tough it was being an idol, but seulgi never opened up to you about it because she wanted to be herself around you, not “Red Velvet’s Seulgi”, so seeing the effects of it firsthand was nothing less than shocking for you. You rush to hold her in your arms as she cries into your shoulder. You whisper that you’ll be there for her and that you’ll listen when she’s ready. Quietly rubbing her back, you plant soft kisses on her forehead and cheeks between your whispers as she slowly calms down.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

arguments:

You and seulgi rarely argue because you’re both mature adults that value communication

But when you do argue it can get pretty bad

You never really argue about petty things, so that’s why things can get pretty tense when you argue about serious things

The tension in the room when you guys argue is scary for anyone that happens to be in the room

You can quite literally feel how angry the two of you are

Your voices are always very tight and low when you guys are arguing and it would give anyone goosebumps

It gets to the point where you both just decide that you’re tired of talking in circles so someone usually storms out and goes home

You won’t speak to each other for a couple of days (like absolutely no contact at all)

Then one of you will text the other asking to come over and then y’all manage to sort it out, apologize, and go back to how things were before

Your relationship is ultimately very healthy so arguments aren’t exactly a huge problem for you

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

her love languages:

Words of affirmation - seulgi loves when you give her words of affirmation randomly throughout the day. Little compliments and random praise really makes her day. It could be about a new decoration she put up in her room, a dish she made, or even a hairstyle she tried out. The blush that graces her face is the most adorable part of it all, which only encourages you to compliment her more. Seulgi also loves to give you words of affirmation, but they always make her shy and flustered. It’s the cutest sight to see.

Quality time - you and seulgi are basically inseparable. You both always have so much to talk about and so much to do, that you never actually get bored of each other. However, both of you are extremely busy (seulgi more than you), so when you do get free time, you are ALWAYS together. Seeing her face after such a long time apart makes you never want to leave her again. You both spend an hour catching up on each other’s lives, and then you do some fun stuff together. This can include watching movies, learning dances together, biking, drawing, baking, etc. There’s nothing you two haven’t done.

Gifts - seulgi believes that the best gift you can give someone comes directly from the heart, so she’s a huge fan of home-made gifts. This can go from drawings/paintings she’s made of you, cute little bracelets with your nick-names or initials on them, little sweaters and hats she’s knitted for you. Whenever seulgi has to travel for promotions or tours, she’ll bring back cute little trinkets that she said reminded her of you. You have a whole collection of keychains, stuffed animals, and little postcards that seulgi has sent you while she was abroad. Seulgi’s favourite gifts from you are the ones that you’ve put a lot of thought into. For example, a handwritten love letter, tickets to a movie she’s been talking about, homemade little videos edits that you’ve collected of her, posters of her favourite art pieces, etc. In your relationship, thoughtful gifts mean more than expensive gifts.

Acts of service - your friendship and relationship literally started off with an act of service when she lent you her pencil. You two are constantly doing things for the other. Oh, you were planning to throw out the garbage? I did that an hour ago. You’re hungry? Great, I just finished making you a three course meal just for fun. There’s just something about surprising one another with finishing little tasks for each other each day that’s especially heartwarming. It’s not anything special, but it shows that you care about each other, and it also makes things less stressful for one another.

Physical touch - i feel like i’ve already established that seulgi lOVES physical affection. She would cuddle you for the rest of her life if she could. Although the two of you aren’t into PDA, when you’re alone you’re basically stuck to each other. You’re always holding hands, giving each other pecks, playing with each other’s hands, brushing each other’s hair, squeezing each other’s cheeks. You simply can’t get enough of each other and it’s adorable.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

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cosmic-coyote7 · 4 years

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Speed write from suggestions via Twitter

[ Lukanette - Camp Rock AU ]

(Kinda camp rock but sorta touched the second movie more. Oh well. ^^)

~☆~♡~☆~

The sun rose above the cabins that formed a circle around a vast (and currently extinguished) firepit. The cabins were worn with their peeling paint and screen windows with holes in them, but many memories were contained in these structures. Countless lyrics had been written, hundreds of songs performed, and scores of various instruments had been housed here with their talented owners.

A sign at the entrance to the driveway declared this isolated place Camp Rock.

Legends had lived here and learned to find their voices and their talents. Being able to go here was a major opportunity and many worked hard for the chance to perform here.

One such performer was Luka Couffaine. Sixteen years-old and having been playing guitar since he was five, he lived and breathed music.

He hooked up his electric guitar into its amplifier as his fellow bandmate, Ivan, got behind his drums. His sister and bassist, Juleka, copied him in hooking up her instrument that was like another part of her body.

Ivan counted them down as Luke tested his microphone then ran his fingers over the strings, his electric blue guitar pick gleaming in the early morning sun.

They began practicing, their sound projecting out over the campsite and beyond over the water.

Various campers began waking up and groggily making their way outside. Some people were jamming out with the band and dancing along to the sound, but most just looked annoyed at being woken up by loud rock music.

One of the few who looked grumpy was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She had once admired Luka, but she knew now he was a stuck up pretty boy who thought he was king of the camp because of his talent.

They were rivals.

Marinette preferred to sing and play piano. Luka could sing, too, but the guitar was his forte.

After the song was over, Luka jumped down from the stage and grinned broadly at Marinette, his dark and dyed hair already sweaty.

He looked pretty, she gave him that, but she still didn't like his attitude.

"How was that, Dupain-Cheng?" he asked smugly.

"It didn't put me back to sleep," Marinette offered. A few people snickered.

Luka chuckled and backed up, his smirk prominent. "You ready for the battle of the bands tonight, Dupain-Cheng?"

Marinette’s smile was challenging. "You bet. Kitty Section will be blown away by Miraculous."

"That's my girl!" Alya Cesaire, the drummer for her band, stood proudly at her friend's side.

Luka simply nodded then went back to join his own bandmates.

….

Later that afternoon, Marinette was hanging out with her own bandmates that made up her group, Miraculous.

Their bassist (and sometimes pianist), Adrien Agreste, watched as she paced around and continuously fidgeted with her hair. "You okay, Mari?" he asked, concern in his bright green eyes.

Marinette scowled as she crossed her arms. "That Luka Couffaine thinks he's so cool and amazing," she huffed.

"I mean…" Alya turned her laptop around to show Marinette Kitty Section's Instagram and website. "They have over ten thousand followers."

"Half of them are simps for Luka," Adrien said dryly.

"He is pretty," Alya said fairly. "Talent and looks can get you ahead of the game."

Marinette rolled her eyes, not wanting to be reminded of Luka's sparkling eyes or his bright smile…

Anyway.

"We need to blow them out of the water at the battle of the bands," she said with determination.

"Well, we're supposed to do covers tonight," Alya said. "Why don't we just focus on the topic we were given?"

"What was it again?"

"Julie and the Phantoms," Adrien answered, his eyes twinkling. "We've been practicing 'Finally Free', remember?"

Marinette groaned and flopped down, resting her head in Alya's lap. "I'm so nervous. We need to be perfect tonight."

"I mean we'll be steller," Alya insisted, smiling as she patted Marinette’s head. "But we should just have fun," she continued as she gave Marinette her water bottle and the other sat up to drink. "You should just end this rivalry with Luka and kiss already."

Marinette choked and spat out her water as the fluid got down her windpipe and back up her nose as she coughed.

Adrien snickered, and Marinette threw a shoe at him in retaliation.

"I do not wanna kiss Luka!" Marinette snapped, her cheeks flaming red like she had a sunburn.

"Mhm," Adrien and Alya said at the same time with twin tones of disbelief.

"I hate you both," Marinette grumbled as she grabbed her keyboard to continue practice.

….

Luka chuckled as Juleka and her girlfriend, Rose, worked on adding sparkly designs to the instruments and jacket sleeves to look extra vibrant for battle of the bands.

"I'm so excited!" Rose gushed as she fiddled with Juleka’s jacket sleeve. She normally was their lead singer, but a cold had put her on vocal rest. She was already a chatterbox, so the best they could do was restrict her singing. "You guys are going to do an amazing 'Now or Never' cover!"

"Thanks, Rose," Ivan said as he tapped on his drums and adjusted their equipment. His smile was sweet.

"Miraculous is going to be a difficult rival," Juleka murmured in her usual soft tone.

Luka sighed. "We can handle them." His guitar strumming became a tad more aggressive. "The audience won't be able to take their eyes off of us."

He took a pull from his water bottle, trying not to let the hostility take over and affect his playing.

Rose smiled brightly as she dropped on the log Luka and Juleka were lounging on. They liked this spot on the shore of the lake. It was quiet over here. Peaceful.

"Yeah, but we know you won't be able to take your eyes off Marinette, Luka."

Luka inhaled some water down the wrong pipe and choked for a minute as Ivan helpfully pounded him on the back. Knowing that was going to bruise his spine tomorrow, he scowled at Rose.

"You know it's true," Rose said with an upturned nose as she resumed her work with glitter.

Luka harrumphed as he grabbed his guitar and began to play more forcefully. "Come on. We have to practice."

….

"Welcome, rockers!" The head counselor, Clara Nightingale, beamed at the sea of campers that had gathered around the stage, eager faces upturned to gaze at the performers for tonight.

"Is everyone having a good time?" Clara called. The campers cheered, their voices projecting out over the lake, sounding like a crowd at a real concert.

Marinette was pacing up and down. She and her bandmates were huddled in a tented area to have privacy for changing and warming up.

"Mari, will you chill? We got this." His smile was warm and encouraging, but Marinette still felt the jitters of stage fright. She, who burst into song practically everywhere she went, was nervous. It was a weird feeling.

Alya smiled as she finished her make up and put an arm around Marinette. "Don't worry about the competition part. Just rock their socks off, girl!"

Marinette smiled at her two best friends then joined them in a group hug. "You guys are the best."

….

Kitty Section was playing their best. That was obvious to everyone. Luka was shredding the notes and letting the entire camp hear just what his guitar was capable of.

Juleka’s deep bass added a mystical melody to the higher electric cords.

Ivan's drums boomed like thunder amongst the string instruments, their rendering of the opening song for Julie and the Phantoms was causing the audience to scream and jump around.

"We ain't searching for tomorrow..."

Ivan's deeper voice could be heard even over the wailing instruments.

"Tomorrow," Juleka echoed him, her voice hypnotic. After she came out of her shell, she had found her singing voice.

"Because we've got all we need today,"

"Today," Juleka choruses.

Luka grinned at his sister then got up to his mic.

"Living on a feeling that's been running through our veins"

Juleka stepped up to her microphone and belted out,

"We're the revolution that's been singing in the rain!"

She flipped her hair back as she held the last note, and the crowd went nuts.

They clapped along with the audience singing the chorus then rounded off the song. They took a bow and smiled hugely at their fellow campers.

Marinette, who was standing off to the side of the stage, couldn't help but be entranced by Luka and how alive he looked up on stage. He was amazing…

….

Her jitters were gone. Her fears a mere memory.

Marinette had never felt so free than when she was performing on stage with her bandmates.

Adrien and Alya added their backing vocals as she sang 'Finally Free' with all the energy she could muster.

"We're all bright now

What a sight now

Coming out like we're fireworks,"

Marinette giggled as Adrien jumped around and stamped his feet. He was a goofball, and she knew he found his happiness in music to escape his life at home.

"Marching on proud

Turn it up loud

Cause now we know what we're worth"

Alya beat on her drums and smiled wickedly as she sang and added her lower voice to the melody.

Adrien joined Marinette in a duet, and he winked at her as she drew out the end of the verse and they jumped into the chorus.

Marinette danced over to Adrien and offered her mic. He grinned and sang back and forth with her.

"I've got a spark in me"

(I've got a spark in me)

"And you're a part of me"

(And you're a part of me)

"Now till eternity"

(Now till eternity)

"Been long and now we're finally free"

….

Little did Marinette know that as she danced away to jam out beside Alya's drums that a pair of light blue eyes was watching from the crowd, and they burned with jealousy.

….

Marinette finished the song, drawing out the note perfectly then grinning as she took a bow.

Adrien and Alya jumped up as the campers screamed even louder and applauded them.

Once she was off the stage and Clara had taken over again, Marinette paused as she saw a familiar figure standing beside the bonfire.

Luka was watching her with an odd expression: determination mixed with irritation and maybe… some admiration?

"Hey," Marinette greeted him. She smiled slightly, deciding maybe she had been a little petty. Seeing Luka so vibrant on the stage had softened her armor. "You and your band were spectacular. "

Luka blinked as if he wasn't sure how to react. He lost a lot of the irritation to be replaced by shock. "Uh… thanks," he said nimbly.

She smiled, and he responded to it with his own.

"You looked radiant up there."

Marinette’s cheeks felt hot again. She smiled shyly and said, "Thanks, Luka."

He looked at her, really looked at her. Weeks of being rivals and giving one another a hard time all seemed like a childish waste of time.

The way her eyes shimmered in the firelight did funny things to his heart.

Marinette walked up to him and leaned up, intending to kiss his cheek and consider them friendly rivals from that point on, but two friends who happened to be watching made their move.

Rose bumped into Luka and sent him right into Marinette while Adrien braced behind her long enough to avoid them hitting the ground. He slunk away as the pair stared into one another's eyes for a long moment.

Then they leaned in for a gentle but emotional kiss. They leaned back at the same time to touch foreheads, their smiles as radiant as the rearing fire behind them.

Clara was announcing the winner behind them, but it didn't matter. In Luka's and Marinette’s eyes, they both had won.

#miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #lukanette #camp rock au #speedwrite

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pink-imagines · 5 years

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angel on earth

part 10: ENDING

request: Bakugou holds auditions for a new lead singer for the BakuBand and the reader auditions and he’s mesmerised by her voice? Idk, I’m awful at requesting, sorry. ❤️ Love everything you do, don’t stress, and have a good day!

a/n: this is the last part! thank you so much for the support on this series! This is just a fluffy memory recap!

warnings: fluff

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“Hey.”, you turned to him, “I just want you to know, this is only going to work if we want each other and not need each other.”

“Lucky for you, I really want you.”, he grabbed your hips and pulled you in closer.

“Then let’s make it official.”, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he bent down to kiss you.

That was a few years ago, but you still thought of it to this day. All those hard years with your ex before finally meeting the love of your life. The media went crazy when they found out, some were good and some were bad. Some thought it was a PR stunt and said it would only last a few months, but four years later and here you were... laying beside him in bed.

He was fast asleep, which he deserved for his day off. Your fifth tour had just ended and now you finally got to go home. Touring was great, you got to meet the fans and you got to do your favorite thing in the world, singing. But rest was always important, and what better way to do it than to rest with Katsuki.

Your fingers softly trailed down Katsuki’s neck, where a few lovebites had made their way from last night. You gently placed a kiss on each of them but Katsuki started waking up so you stopped.

“No... don’t stop.”, he muttered with a raspy voice and securely wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled and trailed down kisses from his neck down to his chest, following the purple marks and letting your fingers draw circles over his skin.

“You’re lucky we’re not going anywhere today.”, you chuckled before pressing a kiss to his lips, “Otherwise, I’d have to cover you up with concealer.”

“That’d be too bad.”, he mumbled, “I like ‘em.”

“I can tell.”, you grinned and motioned to the marks on your neck and chest, “Would you be a sweetheart and help me to the bathroom?”

“What? Are you sore or something?”, he gave you a cocky grin.

“You can bet your ass I am. Now, help me to the bathroom.”, you laughed.

“Alright, alright. Just let me get up.”, he said and turned over, getting out of bed, “Do you want a bath then, princess?”

“Only if you join me.”, you grinned and sat up.

“Don’t mind if I do.”, he chuckled and lifted you up as if you were as light as a feather. Katsuki carried you into the bathroom and sat you down on the toilet as he drew a bath. You watched his back muscles move with mezmeration in your eyes.

“You’re staring.”, he said, bringing a memory back to you.

“You’re staring.”, Katsuki said with a low raspy morning voice.

“It’s not a crime to stare.”, you giggled. He opened one eye to look at you and you smiled brightly back at him.

“Goodmorning.”, you said. Katsuki muttered out something that was supposed to be a “goodmorning”.

“I think we’re getting breakfast up here soon… I should probably call and tell them to bring for two people.”, you turned around to reach for the phone. Katsuki wrapped his arms around your waist and burried his face into your back.

“As long as you stay in bed.”, his voice was muffled as he pressed a kiss on your spine. You chuckled and grabbed the hotel phone.

“It’s not a crime.”, you grinned, “Besides, I like what I see.”

“Of course you do.”, he grinned and flexed slightly, making you chuckle. He helped you into the bath before getting in behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and snuggled his face into the crook of your neck.

“Thanks for this.”, you mumbled and leaned into his chest.

“I’m the reason you’re sore, it’s the least I can do.”, he kissed your cheek.

Once the two of you got out of the bath you changed into one of Katsuki’s t-shirts and walked to the kitchen. A part of you missed his old apartment...

Katsuki’s apartment was really nice, but not that big. You forgot that even though Crimson Crypt was pretty famous, that didn’t mean he made a lot of money. Even so, this apartment definietly wasn’t cheap and neither was the furniture. You could tell by the big, brown, leather, couch in the livingroom.

“Wow, this is so nice… I love you’re decorating!”, you smiled and looked around the room.

“Mina helped me with a lot, I just told her what I liked.”, he shrugged.

“I didn’t take you for a plant person.”, you glanced on every plant in the room around you. There had to be at least seventeen.

“Their easy to manage, so there’s no real work really.”, he chuckled and walked into his bedroom. The walls were covered with bookshelves, filled with books and a few plants. His bed was big and seemed very soft and had very clean white sheets.

The plants were still there, so was the couch and the hammock. The apartment itself was just bigger and in a different area of Tokyo. But it was still different.

Katsuki was in the kitchen making breakfast, you had offered to help but he wouldn’t let you. He was the master chef in the house, after all. Still, the least you could do was to put the cutlery on the table, which is what you were doing at this moment. The knock on the door interupted you.

“I’ll get it!”, you said to Katsuki before opening the door. Once you opened the door you saw Eijiro.

“Yo!”, he grinned.

“Hey... uh... what are you doing here?”, you chuckled.

“You invited us over for breakfast last night!”, he smiled goofily, like he usually did.

“Eiji, I was drunk!”, exclaimed.

“Oh...”, he scratched the back of his head, “Well... the other’s are already on their way so...”

“Of course...”, you groaned, “You know what? Come in, I’m just gonna put on pants.”

You could hear Eijiro scaring the shit out of Katsuki in the kitchen. You mentally slapped yourself for drinking too much last night, but at least you didn’t get a hangover. You walked back into the bedroom. It was the same bed, still.

The next morning you woke up to the sun beaming in through the window… but you didn’t have a window facing the sunrise. You looked down and saw clean white sheets… this is Katsuki’s bed. When you looked at what you were wearing you didn’t recognize it. This is Katsuki’s shirt!

And so memories of last night started flowing back, only to be stopped by a knock at the door. He didn’t wait for a response, he just walked in.

“Goodmor-”

“DID YOU SEE ME NAKED LAST NIGHT!?”, you squeaked and pulled the covers over your chest.

“WHAT!? NO!”, he shrieked, “I gave you my shirt so that you could change! Unless you wanted to sleep in a hoodie and sweatpants!” You looked around and saw the hoodie and sweatpnast neatly folded, like you usually did with your clothes.

You laughed a bit at the memory, if only you’d known how this would’ve ended up.

“Hey! Why did you invite these idiots!?”, Katsuki ran into the bedroom as you were pulling on your sweatpants.

“I was drunk!”, you explained once again, not turning to see him. Katsuki wrapped his arms around from behind and rested his head on your shoulder.

“I thought this was our day off.”, he pouted.

“Oh, don’t be a baby.”, you giggled.

“Well then...”, he kissed you right where the biggest hickey held place, “... guess you’re gonna have to get that concealer.” He smacked your ass before running away from you.

“Hey!”, you exclaimed.

Once everybody had gotten there the breakfast was ready.

“Woah, you two had a fun night last night.”, Kaminari laughed as he walked in.

“Leave them alone!”, Mina slapped his arm lightly. Mina was very protective over you, she was like a big sister. When you first started dating Katsuki you still lived with her and she’d make sure that you were okay after every date. If you didn’t call or text her, she’d probably call the police. Luckily the protectivness isn’t that strong anymore, but it’s still there... it all started the day you finally said no.

“Y/N!”, Mina smiled, “I was just about to-”

“Mina!”, you sobbed and ran into the pink haired girl’s arms. You could feel her wanting to rage but she kept it inside for you. Usually she had a tendency to have a burst of emotion but when she saw you so distressed she realized that it wasn’t the right time.

“You wanna leave?”, she asked softly and you nodded, “Let’s leave.”

It hurt in the moment but now in the long run, you were so happy you managed to do it.

“Thanks for making breakfast, baby.”, you kissed Katsuki’s cheek before sitting down at the table with everyone else.

“Can I get a kiss on the cheek too?”, Hanta grinned.

“Oi, fuck off!”, Katsuki exclaimed. The rest of the table laughed and you patted on the place beside you for Katsuki to sit down. It was nice to have them here, the feeling of love and safety embraced you like a warm blanket.

When breakfast was over Katsuki basically forced them out. All the way out Hanta and Kaminari teased him and Eijiro was waving goodbye to you. Mina wouldn’t go unless she got a goodbye hug from you and you gladly gave her one.

“Call me soon, Y/N!”, she said happily and walked out of the apartment.

“I will!”, you smiled and closed the door behind her.

“Finally I can have you to myself...”, Katsuki sighed and embraced you once again.

“But the dishes-”

“Fuck the dishes.”, he chuckled.

“Do you want to lay in the hammock all day?”, you suggested.

“Sounds like a plan to me.”, he smiled.

So there you were, laying on his chest with a book in your hands. This was a usual, you reading out loud while Katsuki played with your hair and listened. Right now you were in the middle of the book “The picture of Dorian Gray”, since you had suggested it.

“Your voice sounds very nice...”, he said, like he always did.

“You say that a lot.”, you giggled.

“... but it sounded even better when you were screaming my name last night.”, he grinned and kissed your shoulder.

“Katsuki!”, you gasped and hit his arm lightly.

“Kind of like that, yeah.”, he chuckled.

“You little-”

“I’m kidding!”, he laughed, “But you should’ve seen how red your face just got!” You burried your face in his chest, in attempt to hide your blushing cheeks from him.

“You’re mean.”, your voice was muffled from his shirt.

“I’m sorry, babe... you’re so easily flustered, it’d be a crime if I didn’t tease you from time to time.”, he kissed the top of your head, “You wanna take a nap?” You nodded in response.

“Alright...”, Katsuki took the book and put it down on the table, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”, you looked up at him with a smile, “But you’re still mean.”

“Fine, then I’ll be your mean boyfriend.”, he smiled.

“My cute mean boyfriend.”, you corrected him and he let out a chuckle. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair as you lightly scratched massaged his head. He melted under your touch as he closed his eyes and let out a delighted sigh.

“I really love you though, angel.”, he smiled.

“And I really love you too.”, you kissed him softly. You laid your head down on his chest again and relaxed. This is what happiness felt like, this is what love felt like. This is what it felt like to feel wanted.

When Katsuki thought you were asleep he started softly humming a tune all too familiar. It felt like you were melting when he started scratching your back.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you...”, he muttered, “I just gotta find the right time to pop the question...”

You decided to not ruin his moment by waking up, but your heart couldn’t stop beating faster and faster.

“Y/N? Are you awake?”, he asked softly. You looked up at him like a dog who had done something bad.

“Sorry... I heard you.”, you mumbled as you sat up, your legs on either side of him.

“Why are you apologiezing?”, he chuckled.

“I ruined the surprise.”, you frowned.

“Sweetheart...”, he brought his hand up to your cheek, “You just made it easier for me.” He took out a red velvet box from the pocket of his pants.

“Eijiro delivered it to me this morning. It would be too obvious if paparazzi caught me in a ring shop...”, he smiled and opened the box, “What do you say? Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” This was so like him. Blunt and confident... but kind and loving. You looked at the ring, then back at him and then back at the ring. Was this even real?

“Pinch me.”, you whispered.

“You’re not dreaming, angel.”, Katsuki said after lightly pinching your arm. Nothing could be more magical about this moment. The snow was falling outside, the apartment smelled of oranges and cinnamon from the candle you had just lit and Katsuki was laying under you with a warm smile and a ring in his hand.

“Do you want to marry me?”, he asked.

“Yes!”

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ears-awake-eyes-opened · 4 years

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Something undefinable

(During the 73rd Hunger Games, the Training Center goes into lockdown. Haymitch and Effie, on the verge of a relationship, get stuck together in the penthouse. ❤️💥☀️ — Cinna’s presence in this fic is off-canon, but I adore him so much I just want more of him, you know.)

***

Effie limped from the elevator to the penthouse, regretting her decision to break in a new pair of shoes on day 1 of the Games. The boy from 12 had died quickly, but the girl survived 10 hours before being killed. Effie’s hopes for a victor were dashed. Then there was the press to contend with. She highlighted what she could of the accomplishments of her tributes and conveyed gratitude to the sponsors that she and Haymitch had garnered for the girl. Their support gave her more time in the arena but ultimately didn’t change her fate.

It was a long day to be stuck in uncomfortable footwear.

Even though the sun was setting and her tributes were dead, Effie’s day wasn’t over. As long as deals were being made, she wanted to witness the action and show a favorable presence. How else would she hope to secure an escort position in an inlying district? Not likely with a win from 12, since in 73 years that had only happened twice.

The doors to the penthouse opened, and she hobbled into the living room where Haymitch was sitting side-by-side with the bar cart. His coat, vest, and tie were lying in a pile on the rug. A few buttons of his shirt were unfastened, as were his cuffs. He rolled his sleeves up and opened a bottle of liquor, having already finished the dregs of a first.

“I had to talk to the press alone thanks to YOU, Haymitch!” She chastised him as she eased onto the sofa. The shoes cut into her heels, and she bit her lip to stifle a grimace.

“When the kids stop being alive, my mentor job is done. If you wanna talk to the press, then fine. Those kids will still be just as dead when you’re through.”

Effie winced at the truth and winced again as she unstrapped her shoes and worked them off her feet. The shoes fell to the rug, and she rubbed her strained muscles and tender skin through her stockings.

As amused as Haymitch was with facets of Effie’s vanity, he didn’t like seeing her in pain. “Are you okay?”

She let go of her feet and sat up as if posture alone could keep up a facade. Sometimes it worked, but not today. “It’s just... I’ll be...” Her expression shifted to tears as she shook her head ‘no.’

Haymitch was quite comfortable in his chair, with his feet up on a cluster of coffee tables and a bottle of gin in his hands. He’d planned to drink there until he fell asleep. If Effie had been having a breakdown NEAR him, then he might not have had to move. But, damn it; this girl, who he liked now much more than he didn’t, was at the FAR end of a long couch, and she was failing at trying not to cry.

He rose slowly from the chair, bringing the bottle with him. He sauntered along the curve of the sofa and sat on the coffee table in front of Effie. Setting the gin beside him, he drew her feet onto his lap.

She leaned back against the couch cushions as he worked his thumbs over her stockings. “What are you doing?” she questioned.

“Today sucked, honey. I’m trying to help you feel less like shit.”

She brushed her knuckles along her face to clear the tears, then closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his hands on her. Long turquoise eyelashes pressed to her cheeks. “I can’t stay,” she said unconvincingly. “I’m changing shoes, then going back down.”

“It’s over.”

“Not for everyone. If I make connections, I may eventually be able to escort tributes with better odds in their favor.”

Haymitch paused, then kept massaging. “In a different district.”

She looked at him. “I didn’t expect to get so attached to the children. Then they keep dying, and... I...”

“What? Grew a conscience?”

“Haymitch! That’s not fair. I’ve always known what’s expected; I just didn’t expect the way I’d feel about the same outcome over and over again.”

An alarm sounded, and the doors bolted shut. Effie sat upright, and he let go of her feet.

“Lockdown,” he said casually.

“Of course it’s a lockdown! And if I was downstairs, then I’d know what was happening!” Effie hurried on tender feet to the doors. As she approached, the sensor didn’t trigger them to open.

Haymitch watched her try unsuccessfully to force them. “Or if you were downstairs, then you might be on the periphery of peacekeeper bullets.”

The last lockdown of the Training Center during the Games happened after malfunctioning sensors in a tribute’s clothing rapidly overheated, and he spontaneously combusted on live feed. Snow requested a meeting with the stylist. She fled, then hid in the building when peacekeepers blocked the exits. They had to search for her room by room. Nobody saw her after that.

Effie returned to the living room. “There’s no space for error here. None! How can people who are not detail oriented work under these conditions? Sometimes even I can hardly breathe.”

“You want to breathe? Then take off your corset, sweetheart. It’s not like we’re going anywhere.” He swallowed some gin.

“I was speaking metaphorically!”

“And I’m speaking about actual breathing, which in your case certainly couldn’t hurt.” He held the bottle out to her.

“Fine!” She took a drink. After handing him the bottle, she reached behind her back, unzipped her dress, and loosened laces. Then she reached within, unhooked clasps, pulled her corset out through the back of her dress, and tossed the purple thing on the sofa. She zipped her dress part way up again, just enough, finishing as quickly as she started. “There! I’m breathing. Are you satisfied?”

The whole thing was like a magic trick that Haymitch watched without blinking. In the absence of the corset, he could make out the natural shape of her breasts within her dress. He imagined they’d fit in his mouth like ripe plums. He tried to shake the thought. Satisfied?? That’s definitely not the feeling.

“And my feet are killing me!”

“Sit down and have another drink,” he offered.

She acquiesced, taking the bottle, sinking into the sofa, and propping her feet in his lap again. “You know, there ARE drinking glasses.” With a flourish, she pointed at the bar cart.

Haymitch smirked, “You wanna go get one?” He idly traced the seam of her stockings up her calves.

Something undefinable shifted.

She put the bottle to her lips, suddenly aware that his mouth had been there before hers. They passed it back and forth a few times in silence. The bottle was like a vector for a kiss, for as many kisses as she’d wanted from him, for years, but didn’t plan to take yet.

He traced the seam back down to her heels. She winced again as he touched her there.

“Blisters?”

Glancing at her heels, Effie gasped more at the sight of the runs in her stockings than the rips in her skin.

“Damn!”

“Do you want these off?” he touched an inch above her knee, and waited for her answer.

Yes. She wanted his hands on her thighs. “Yes... but I’m not going to have sex with you.” She whispered it to herself more than to him.

“Honey, I’m not offering.”

“I’m just being perfectly clear.”

He slid his hand up her thigh to the garters, which he unclassped without struggle. She looked surprised.

“It’s not my first time,” he said.

“Nor mine.”

After inching down the stocking, he repeated it all with her other leg. He couldn’t remember ever being so turned on taking off somebody’s clothes.

She handed him the gin in lieu of exchanging flavors with her tongue. He reached for the bottle, but she didn’t let go. She dropped her feet to the floor and urged him to the sofa beside her.

He went willingly. At his turn with the gin, he set the bottle on the table. “What do you want, Effie?”

“I want what’s happening here.”

He traced along her rib cage, hesitated, then circled each of her breasts. So soft. You’re so damn soft. “And what exactly is happening?”

She sighed, “Can I just...” She unhooked the fourth button of his shirt, and he froze.

“I ain’t so pretty without a shirt.”

“I’ve wondered about your body more than anything in my life.” It was a big confession. “And I want to see you.”

“How about a trade?... My shirt for your wig.”

Effie froze this time. “I already took off my corset, and you took off my stockings. How much do you want from me?”

Everything. “Remind me why we’re not going to have sex.”

“Because you told me, ‘Not now. Not like this.’”

“When did I say that?”

“Years ago.”

He remembered the night vaguely.

“WHY did you say that?” she asked.

He could tell her that they’d been drinking or that it was too soon, but what would be the point in half-truths. “I liked you too much. ...I still like you too much.”

“And that’s precisely why this is happening...” She pulled a dozen hairpins and set those on the table. Then she laid the wig beside her corset. She pulled out a dozen more pins, and her hair fell below her ears in messy blonde crimps.

“God... you’re beautiful.” He ran his fingers through her hair and along her scalp, holding back from kissing her. If he kissed her, then he’d be gone.

She unhooked the rest of his buttons and slipped the shirt off his shoulders without asking. He could stop her if he wanted. And maybe part of him wanted to, but he shrugged the shirt off anyway.

She held her breath, tracing each scar on his chest and stomach. She’d wanted this for so long. She’d wanted him just like this. Tears pooled in her eyes, and he misunderstood.

“It’s too much.” he said.

Effie knew she was in love with him, and she was equally annoyed with him for being so obtuse about it.

“It is NOT too much.” She curled against him, drawing her knees into his lap, kissing a scar just above his collarbone, and pressing her palm to the largest one across his stomach. “I’ll kiss every scar.”

“When?” He slipped his hand inside the back of her dress, still partly unzipped, while drawing the zipper down with the other.

“When your answer to the question about why we’re not having sex is NOT because you like me too much.”

“I didn’t say it like that.”

“Not exactly. But you meant it like that.”

He wanted to drown all his fears in that bottle of gin and just fuck her. They’d wave away the Avoxes lurking in the corners, and he’d fuck her on this black leather sofa where children who were dead now had sat just this morning. In the horror of his life, he needed something good. He needed her.

He was about to say it when the alarm sounded again. Claudius Templesmith popped up on every screen in the Training Center, including the one in front of them, announcing the end of the lockdown and a resuming of regular programming and procedures.

The door slid open, and the prep team streamed in on a river of stories about a runaway Gamemaker, being locked together in an elevator, and Flavius threatening to piss in a corner if the lockdown hadn’t ended when it did. As the tale was being told, the hairstylist ran to the nearest bathroom.

Effie disengaged herself from Haymitch with a mix of disappointment about being interrupted and overwhelming chagrin about their relative state of undress, especially hers. How could I have been so careless? She scrambled to collect her wig, corset, stockings, and shoes. “If you’ll all excuse me.” She left the hairpins on the table as she hurried to her room with her dress unzipped.

Haymitch was buzzed from the gin and from being with Effie. He slipped his shirt on, realized it was inside out, took it off and tried again. The second attempt was successful.

“I’m sorry we interrupted your party,” Cinna dropped onto the sofa, “Your lockdown appears to have been more enjoyable than ours.”

“She came up to change her shoes. Then she decided to change... other things. You know. Women. ...DO you know women?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then maybe you can explain them to me.”

“Cinna, he definitely needs help,” Venia whispered, “You might want to start with a lesson about the idiocy inherent in NOT following the woman he’s in love with when she leaves a room in a state of mortification.”

“Hey! Nobody’s an idiot, and nobody’s in love,” Haymitch protested.

Octavia chimed in, “Scratch what she said. First he needs a lesson in how to recognize when he’s in love.”

“It’s not happening. IN LOVE is a dangerous place to be, and it’s just not happening!” The seriousness of Haymitch’s tone ended the discussion.

“It’s been a long day. I’m going to grab a beer and see what food is in the kitchen before taking off.” The rest of the team followed Cinna’s lead.

Haymitch eventually gathered up the hairpins and dragged himself from the couch to search for Effie. He found her curled up in bed. Her makeup was off, along with everything else except a silk robe. She was the sun going to sleep.

He set the hairpins on her nightstand. She didn’t object to him lying down beside her and telling her a story.

“When I was growing up, there was a meadow in the Seam. In summer, the flowers turned to skeletons and the sun burned the grasses gold.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “...It was the first place I had sex. The day before the Reaping.”

Effie caressed the dark circles beneath his eyes.

“I loved that girl,” he said.

“I know.”

“That’s why she died. ...Because I loved her.”

Effie stroked his temples, holding back tears.

“When I say ‘I like you too much’...” His voice trailed off because he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t acknowledge anything like it. “...I can’t do this, Effie. I can’t fuck around with you and pretend it’s nothing. And that’s how it would have to be. That’s the only way it could be.”

She threaded their fingers together, taking comfort in the fresh memory of his hands on her body and her hands on him.

She’d waited 23 years for him. She could wait a little longer.

#hayffie #hayffie fanfiction #effie x haymitch #haymitch x effie #haymitch abernathy #effie trinket #thg #thg fanfiction #the hunger games #hunger games #cinna #flavius #venia #octavia #73rd hunger games #claudius templesmith #the penthouse #too much #HayffieFics

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little t&a (gene/paul, nc-17) (part 27 of 29)

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Four weeks before KISS gets back on tour, Gene discovers that Paul’s been cursed by a groupie. For the sake of KISS’ finances, Paul’s comfort levels, and Gene’s libido, this crisis must be resolved. Sexswap fic. In this chapter: Gene and Paul draw each other, and Gene makes his confession. The sky is falling and we’re getting pretty near the end.

It felt like a shorter lunch than it really was. Paul ate all of his soup, but only half his sandwich, while Gene dove into both with as much relish as usual. In fact, he ate two sandwiches and Paul’s leftovers.

“I hope you didn’t want to do it right after we ate,” Gene said awkwardly. Paul was looking at the plates and silverware, debating cleaning things up. In the end, he just wiped off the counter and stuck all the dishes in the sink.

“Nah. Give it awhile.” He shrugged. “The only trouble is, we’ve pretty much exhausted all our entertainment options at my place.”

Gene smiled.

“Paul, are you really telling me all you have over here is a T.V., an album collection, and some self-help books?”

“I’ve also got sketchpads. And painting supplies.”

“You still paint?”

Paul shrugged again.

“It’s not great. I don’t have time to really…”

“Let me see.”

Gene was actually a pretty fair artist. He never drew cartoons of his bandmates like Paul was prone to, in a bad mood, but he liked to sketch out comic book characters. He’d never taken any classes that Paul knew of, but he was talented. Talented enough that Paul was a little wary of showing him any of his efforts.

It occurred to him how stupid that was. He was about to fuck this guy—had spent the last four nights in bed with him, even—but somehow showing him some acrylic paintings was making him nervous. Somehow what passed for his body of work was more vulnerable than his actual body.

“Yeah, okay.”

“Cool.”

“C’mon, they’re in the guest bedroom. I’m surprised you didn’t find them earlier.” He’d had aspirations of having his own studio, or at least using one of the rooms for that express purpose, before the reality of nine or ten months on the road at a time hit him. He didn’t even paint enough while he was at home to justify that kind of expense.

Gene followed him over to the guest bedroom. Paul leaned over, dress hiking up as he yanked some cardboard and canvases out from under the bed.

“Here we go.” Instead of holding the pieces up for Gene’s inspection, he just set them out on the bed. He hung back a bit, heart thumping, not quite daring to want to watch Gene look at his work. Actually showing it to Gene felt a little like hearing his own voice on the answering machine, or the echo from a microphone, all the flaws bouncing back at him, magnified a dozen times.

The pieces didn’t have too much meaning behind them, nothing really far out or deep he was trying to convey. Bright streaks of color, some of it in splatters, but most of it in strokes, with no consistent pattern. Purples and pinks tended to dominate. There were points where he’d tried to layer on the colors, fooled around with it, only he’d half-forgotten the proper technique to do it the way he wanted. Most of the art didn’t really have a focal point, except for an odd one-off where he’d tried to paint a sunset while it was still in the air. That one was on a piece of cardboard torn off a refrigerator box. It had maybe a found art, rustic quality to it or something. And the color scheme wasn’t too bad, either, the red sun spilling over a hasty backdrop of orange and pink clouds and trees instead of his neighbors’ houses.

“I like this one a lot.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Superman couldn’t fly with that sun.” Gene picked up the piece of cardboard carefully—too carefully, a piece of paper that had been beneath it starting to flutter towards the floor. Paul snatched it before it got there.

“What’s that one?”

“Oh, it’s only a sketch,” Paul tried to dismiss, but Gene seemed curious enough for him to hold it up for Gene to see. Part of him wanted to hide it back under the bed like a child, for all that it wasn’t particularly incriminating. Just a sketch of his own face. The hair was probably the most accurate part, hopelessly unruly; he didn’t quite think he’d gotten his own nose right, or eyes, but…

“In the makeup.” Gene’s finger touched the edge of the star on his eye.

“Well, sure. It kept me from having to shade much.”

“You look depressed there.” Gene still running his finger down the sketched-out lines of his face made Paul feel stupidly warm, like he was touching him by proxy.

“I don’t look good?”

“I didn’t say that.” A pause. Paul could always recognize when Gene was about to start a critique with him. He’d hesitate, which was kind of funny, because he never did it with anyone else, just plowed through with whatever comment he had. Paul would usually get offended anyway, but he was trying not to, at least for today. “Hey, would you do me a favor?”

Not a critique at all. Paul was vaguely surprised.

“What’re you wanting?”

“Let me try my hand at it.”

“Gene, I’m not letting you go over my drawing—”

“No, no. Let me borrow one of your sketchpads.”

“You wanna draw me right now? What for?” Paul could feel himself tense up slightly as he reached over, gathering up the paintings and stuffing them back under the bed. Despite himself, he was yanking out another pad of drawing paper from there as well. “If you wanted your album photo, all you had to do was check the newspaper.”

“I don’t want your photo. Just you.”

Paul handed the sketchpad over. There was an odd sting somewhere in his heart.

“You can’t want what you’ve already got,” he said quietly. He didn’t wait for Gene to respond, clearing his throat hastily. “I make a terrible art model.”

Gene’s expression, a little unreadable earlier, quirked a little.

“I’ll let you draw me, too.”

“I feel like you’re hard to draw.” But he’d gotten another piece of cardboard to bear down on after tearing off a page of the drawing paper for himself. Then Paul was gathering the rest of the supplies—pencils and gummy erasers—from where they lay in a coffee mug on the nightstand. It wasn’t exactly the most put-together setup. He just wasn’t around enough for any extra effort to be worth it. The guest bedroom’s only real use was as another place to stash his tour and art stuff. He could count the number of times anyone had slept there on one hand. “You don’t… really have one feature that really stands out—”

Gene stuck out his tongue.

“Oh, God, I’m not drawing that. Just your face. C’mon, sit down.” Paul gestured towards the bed, scooting up on it himself, sitting cross-legged on the pillows, dress bunched up. The cardboard and piece of paper were resting on his thighs, one of the pencils in his hand. He gave Gene the mug and sketchpad, scrutinizing Gene’s face. “Let me try first, okay?”

“Go for it.”

He’d never really studied Gene’s face before. That sounded a little stupid, given everything. Gene still wasn’t exactly attractive, though he looked a lot better now than he had when they’d first met. That hadn’t been the draw. It still wasn’t the draw.

Paul didn’t ask Gene to try for any particular expression as he started in, drawing the circle, the center line, mapping out the sections of his face in the half-remembered way he’d learned back in school and trying to adjust from there, only to, as usual, abandon the mapping about two minutes in. Gene’s eyes weren’t quite as dark as his, and his nose was bigger—you can’t hide the hook, Totie had said, back on their stint on the Mike Douglas show, and Paul remembered snickering with everyone else about it backstage. She’d had his number. Gene had struck up a friendship with her after that, excited to get to know another Jewish entertainer. Paul privately hoped he hadn’t banged her in the process.

He was distracting himself. It was hard to do the expression lines around Gene’s mouth without making him look forty-eight instead of nearly twenty-eight, so Paul abandoned all but a light insinuation before skipping over to his hair. He thought he could get that right, at least. Gene’s hair was somewhat coarse, and tended to frizz even worse than Paul’s own did, and it wasn’t as thick. All of the teasing and backcombing and tight ponytails had done a number on it. Paul pursed his lips, trying to approximate the texture with his pencil, and the sheen with his eraser.

“How’s it coming?” Gene asked, after about fifteen minutes. He’d been pretty patient, not shifting around much, even stopping himself the few times he tried to scratch his face.

“I think I did a damn good job on your eyebrows.” Paul turned the sketch around with a slight groan. “Everything else is a little…”

“You made me look really sad.”

Gene wasn’t wrong. Paul hadn’t quite figured out what to do with Gene’s lips when he’d drawn them, so he’d had them sink down a bit. The eyebrows really were pretty good, to his own estimation, and the hair was okay, and he’d at least started with the proper face shape, but—he hadn’t really caught Gene properly. Whatever his essence was, it hadn’t transferred onto the page.

“Frowns are easier to draw. Smiles, you have to get just right, and get the light in the eyes…” Paul shook his head. “Not a lot of room for error, right? And if you mess up, your drawing ends up looking like Norman Bates.”

Gene laughed, shaking his head.

“But you’ve got me looking like myself. It isn’t just the eyebrows. The chin and the mouth are right--”

“But it’s not great, either. I’ll try again later on.” Paul set the drawing down. “You can do me if you want.”

“Interesting choice of words.”

“Oh, shut up.” Paul shifted, suddenly antsy. He’d only ever seen Gene draw his own fanzines and doodle on napkins. He knew Gene wasn’t going to take this as a serious art study, but… but on the same token, letting Gene draw him felt--revealing. Almost too revealing. He wasn’t as bothered by the face Gene was going to draw as what it signified. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what Gene saw when he looked at him. What stood out to him.

If he drew a pair of tits, Paul grimly promised himself he’d keep denying Gene at least until tomorrow.

“Tilt your chin up a bit,” Gene said, and Paul did so. His fingers worried unconsciously at the straps of his dress. Paul waited for more instructions, but they didn’t come. Just the scritch of the pencil against the sketch paper, and the occasional fuzzy sound of the eraser rubbing back and forth on the page. Gene kept such direct eye contact on his face that Paul was getting a bit intimidated.

“You took art in school, right?”

“Only a couple of terms. I liked it, but I wanted to get in all the electives I could.”

“Even weight training?” Paul scooted to the side.

“Your art school had weight training?”

“God, yeah. We even had a football team.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I never said we won anything.” Paul paused. “Do you want me to pose?”

“No. You’re fine like you are.”

“Should I smile?”

Gene looked like he was considering it for a second, and then he shook his head.

“Just relax.”

Paul tried to, but he kept fidgeting. Not getting any direction was making him nervous. He wasn’t gutsy enough to try to look alluring without the makeup as a shield. Gene had stopped talking as he’d gotten more into the drawing, only responding to Paul’s attempts at conversation with a few “yeahs” and “uh-huh”s. He was taking longer than Paul had, too. But he seemed pleased with himself far before he signed the bottom and held it out for Paul to see.

“Here you go.”

Paul was a little stunned.

He was nearly right there on the page. Big dark eyes greeted him. Full lips, slightly parted, revealing a little of his front teeth. High cheekbones. Gene’s portrait of him was more thorough and detailed than Paul’s attempt, stopping at the shoulders, where the dress straps drooped. More attractive than Paul knew he actually was; Gene had, oddly, been kinder about Paul’s nose and jaw than was accurate, but all the same-- he’d captured something of Paul on the page. Some facet. Tenseness or intensity or both. The sketch was clearly of a chick, sure, but-- it was him.

“Gene, this… shit, this is really good.” Part of what impressed him was the self-assured pressure and definition of most of the lines. Paul’s own tended to fade out, like he was mentally erasing them after committing them to the page, but Gene went into it with a much heavier hand overall. The contrast was interesting. “And I thought all you could draw was Batman. You’ve been holding out on me for years.”

Gene shrugged.

“I had someone cute in front of me. That makes all the difference.” He paused, moving to sit beside him, pointing at the sketch. “You’ve got pretty eyes.”

“Since just lately?”

“No. Since always.” Gene seemed to hesitate. “Paul, in a way, you don’t really look all that dif--”

“Peter told me they made me look like a beagle,” Paul stumbled out before Gene could finish. He wasn’t sure why he interrupted that way. Gene snorted, reaching over and draping an arm behind Paul’s shoulders. Paul let him.

“Maybe more like a moppet. You remember those posters.”

“Yeah. Julia had them in her room when we were kids.” But he wasn’t displeased at the comparison, somehow, reaching to put the sketches and supplies on the crowded nightstand, before leaning back against Gene’s arm and shoulder. He could feel Gene start to tense, so Paul turned his head, impulsively, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “One of them was a harlequin or something, I don’t remember.”

“Paul.”

“What?”

“You didn’t let me finish. You don’t look all that different.”

“Come off it.” Paul could feel something cold and odd trickle up his spine, something he was almost afraid of. “I’ve had tits for a week and a half, don’t try to kid me.”

“I’ve been kidding myself.”

“Gene, what’re you talking about--”

“You’re the same as you always were. You’re beautiful.”

Paul sat there stunned. The icy feeling up his spine seemed to melt and dissolve in an instant. He didn’t want it to. He wanted to hold onto it. Use it as something to protect him, something to chase away any hurt, any vulnerability. His face was going florid, and all of a sudden, he couldn’t look directly at Gene, staring instead at the hem of his dress.

“I don’t want to make a promise I can’t keep. But I think… I think there might still be something there after we break the curse.” Gene’s hand found one of the shoulder straps on his dress, fixing it back up, though his gaze was still firm on Paul’s face. Completely unwavering. Paul’s heartbeat felt like it could smash straight through diamonds. “I know that’s not enough for--”

“It’s enough.”

“Paul, look--”

“It’s enough.” Paul was surprised at the slow strength starting to rise from his voice with every word, like a newborn foal wobbling to its feet. “Even before all this happened. Any time I’ve ever gotten to have with you is enough.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.” He was able to look at Gene now, right in the face. The warmth he’d tried to avoid was blazing inside him. It felt funny, somehow, to feel so sure, so certain, in the face of a maybe, that things would still be all right, one way or another. It felt like the bulk of the burden, the fear, was really, truly beginning to dissolve. “Gene, I…”

He couldn’t say it. Gene was waiting on it, face so near his own he could feel his breath. He kissed him instead, reaching his arms around him half-blindly, clenching tight. Paul was panting as soon as Gene broke the kiss, pressing another and another against his cheek and chin and throat, climbing into his lap as though he belonged there, and maybe, for just a little while, he did.

Gene was so warm, so unbelievably warm. Paul could swear he could feel Gene’s own pounding heartbeat against his. His breaths were coming only a little bit better than Paul’s were, his dark eyes dilated. Gene’s mouth was back on his before Paul could think clearly, needy and wanting, and it was all Paul could do to pull back and manage one last request.

“Hey. Before we-- do you think you could take me back to o-- my bedroom?”

Gene had him gathered up in his arms in seconds. Paul held tight, pressing his face against Gene’s shirt for all of the minute it took to cross from one room to the next, taking in his scent as he finally dared to hope.

#kiss the band #kiss fanfiction #paul stanley #gene simmons #gene simmons x paul stanley

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Date Night

Sorry I’m a day late with this. I had to go to the planetarium for a class, and then I got a headache so I was not in a mood to word, if you know what I mean. THIS FIC CONTAINS SUPERNOVA SPOILERS. 1821 words of fluff with a minor cliffhanger. This is technically the last part of the Nights Miniseries (part 1 and part 2) I’m doing, but the fic that comes after this will take place directly after this one. It probably won’t be posted for a bit though because I have other parts to this series I wanna work on. Also special thanks to @insomnia-sketch for giving me an idea for the ending.

This is part of a larger series that can be read as individual fics or one big one. If you’d like to read them in order, please go to the second masterlist linked below.

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Nova and Adrian were supposed to go out the next night like they planned, but there was a problem at headquarters that needed Nova’s mechanical expertise. So they took a rain check, rescheduling for the weekend when they’d surely have time.

They were wrong.

Max asked for Adrian’s help on his new Gatlon model for the upcoming parade and it ended up taking the entire weekend. It was time well spent, and Adrian wouldn’t have changed a thing about it, but he felt guilty about their plans changing again.

They tried to make time every day for the next week, but something always came up. One or the other, or both of them had to respond to something.

The night of the annual renegades parade came around. As usual, the remaining council members, along with a few new ones, were wearing their traditional costumes instead of the black and red ones they usually wore.

Renegades walked around everywhere they went.

Nova held Adrian’s hand as they walked past the floats lined up. A year ago she was perched on a rooftop waiting to kill Captain Chromium at this very parade and now she was going to take part in it. There was a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. Not a bad one though. It was more like...hope. There was a sense of hope and joy inside of her that she’d never felt while she was at one of these parades.

Adrian’s hand tightened around hers, drawing her attention toward him. He had an adorably goofy smile on his face. She couldn’t help bringing her free hand up to his cheek and stroking her thumb over his skin.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Her heart leaped when his smile grew brighter.

“I love you too. Now let’s get to our float.”

Nova pursed her lips. “Do I really have to be up there with you? The city is pretty split on how they feel about me still. It might be safer for both of us if I stay on the sidelines.”

“Star, we’ve talked about this,” Adrian said gently. His hand landed on her hip and drew her closer to him. Ice blue eyes met chestnut brown. “There are always going to be people that think you haven’t changed, but the people who matter know the truth. Besides, everyone is still in the honeymoon phase from the Supernova. It’ll be fine.”

She sighed, leaning into his embrace and resting her cheek on his shoulder. “The ‘honeymoon phase’ hasn’t done much to stop people from hating me.”

“And loving you. More people love you than hate you, Nova.”

“You don’t know that.”

“The people that matter love you. I love you.”

Admittedly it was nice to hear him say those words again. Those three words that always made her feel warm and fuzzy inside no matter how or when or where or why he said them. Pulling her face off his shoulder, Nova met his eyes again. “I know. I love you too… but do you really think it’s a good idea?”

“I don’t think it’s a bad one.”

She took a deep breath. “Alright. Let’s go.”

Adrian pressed a quick kiss on her forehead then lead her over to the float they were assigned to.

Danna was already there, leaning against the decorated platform. She picked at her nails with a bobby pin. Narcissa sat behind her on the flat, braiding three of Danna’s dreads together. Her head perked up when Nova and Adrian were a few feet away. “What took you two so long?”

“I had to convince her to join us a few times.”

Nova elbowed him in the ribs, but smiled while doing so. Yeah he had to convince her, but she was there, wasn’t she?

“Where are Oscar and Ruby?” she asked Danna.

“Oh, you know Oscar. He was hungry. They went to get him something deep fried to eat so he didn’t, and I quote, ‘die of starvation during this dumb parade.’”

Adrian laughed, not at all surprised. “Of course they did.”

“I told them if they’re not back by the time we get going that we’re leaving without them.” Danna looked back down at her nails, seemingly satisfied with how they looked. “Which is any minute now, so we should get into position.”

“Right,” Nova said. She moved toward the platform and was about to hop on when Adrian’s hands grabbed onto her hips. “What are you--hey!” He lifted her up and setting her on top of the float. Turning around she raised an eyebrow at him. “You know I could’ve gotten up myself.”

Adrian smiled up at her a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I know. But you’re short, so I thought I’d help you out.”

She scoffed. “I’ve always been short, dumb ass. That doesn’t mean I can’t get up on tell things.”

“I know.” He hopped up and sat on the edge of the float, then stood so he could look down at her. “I wanted to though.”

Instead of climbing up like a normal person, Danna transformed into her butterfly swarm then reformed next to Narcissa. “How is it possible that you two are getting even more disgustingly affectionate? I don't know who’s worse: you or Oscar and Ruby.”

“It’s definitely them,” Ruby said. She and Oscar stood below holding an assortment of fried foods.

Oscar laughed. “Well, it’s not Danna and Narcissa.”

Nova’s stomach grumbled at the smell. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate. Maybe she should ask if she could steal a mozzarella stick or two to tide her over until the end of the parade.

As if reading her mind, Oscar held the deep fried deliciousness up to her. “There’s plenty to spare.”

She gave him a smile before reaching down to take one. “Thanks. I haven’t eaten all day.”

“Nova,” Adrian chastised.

“I’m fine. I’m eating now.”

He sighed. “Alright. Alright.”

She knew he wanted to say more, but was glad he bit his tongue. He was always so concerned that she wasn’t taking care of herself. She was doing much better than she used to be though. Forgetting to eat once in a while didn’t affect her that much because she didn’t sleep. Something to do with her metabolism not processing as fast because of it, or so that’s what Leroy theorized. They never had the resources to actually figure it out.

Ruby and Oscar climbed up on the float with them, careful not to drop any of the food. Once they were up Nova took another mozzarella stick.

Someone announced that the parade was starting and a few seconds later the floats moved forward.

The group split up. Nova and Adrian climbed up the ladder that lead to the top point of the star, while Ruby and Oscar went to one side point and Danna and Narcissa went to the other.

“So… maybe we could consider this date night?” Adrian asked once they reached the top.

“You want to call riding around on a giant star through the city in front of thousands of people date night?” Nova put her hands on the rail and looked down below.

It was quite the view from the top of the float. She could see Max in front of them with his glass replica of Gatlon. The ice float was ahead of him, and the lava one ahead of that. They weren’t quite to where people started gathering on the sidewalks yet. That was still a few blocks ahead.

“Sure, why not?”

She turned around, leaning her forearms against the railing. “Alright. Date night it is. That means the whole shebang though. You have to kiss me and tell me you love me and when we’re done here, you’re buying me dinner.”

“I think I can manage that.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss her softly.

Nova smiled into the kiss. Moving her arms from the rail, she wrapped them around his neck and tugged him even closer.

She let go of Adrian when she heard the crowd draw nearer, hesitantly waving.

“Heyyyyy,” he whined. He reached forward, wrapped his arms around her hips, and set his chin on top of her head. “I want to hold you.”

Nova hummed, “You're holding me right now.”

The people down below cheered when they saw the star float approach. Some called out for Monarch or Smokescreen. Some for Red Assassin or Reflection. But most of the noise was for Sketch and Nightmare. The entire city was overjoyed to see a reformed villain and Gatlon’s golden boy so infatuated with each other.

There were posters and signs saying tacky things like “Sketch and Nightmare 4ever!” or “LOVE CONQUERS ALL” scattered throughout the crowd.

Frankly Nova found them a bit annoying. She didn’t like that the public was so invested in their private lives. She also didn’t like the insinuation that Adrian changed her somehow. He didn’t change that she wanted to help the city, he just helped open her eyes to the right way to do it.

She sighed, listening to people call her name. She didn’t like the attention.

“I told you they love you,” Adrian said.

“I guess I'm just not used to the attention.”

“It’s been six months.”

“I also lived in the subway for the same amount of time you’ve been in the spotlight.”

“Touche.” He loosened his arms around her, moving so they were face to face. “I know you don’t like people prying, so we’ll do what we can to keep them out of our business. I promise.”

Nova smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you so much.”

His smile widened. “I love you too, my star.”

She stood up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. It was meant to only be a quick peck, but Adrian pulled her closer and tangled his fingers into her hair. Nova flushed when the people on the streets grew louder because of their public display of affection.

Adrian pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “That’s going to be on the front page tomorrow.”

Nova groaned.

An hour later they walked to a pizza place not too far away. Oscar wanted to go with--saying that the snacked he had earlier weren’t enough--but Ruby convinced him to go somewhere else to Nova and Adrian could have some alone time.

Hand in hand, they crossed the street. The pizza place was on the corner and Adrian pulled the door open for her.

Nova was about to step inside when she felt a slight tug at her wrist. Her right hand immediately flung to her left wrist to keep the bracelet on. Her head whipped around, looking for the one person she knew would dare try stealing from her. Nova’s eyes locked on a scrawny young girl with a jet black bob. “Come here, you little shit.”

#nodrian #nova artino #adrian everhart #danna bell #ruby tucker #oscar silva #narcissa cronin #max everhart #nova and adrian #oscar and ruby #danna and narcissa #renegades #arch enemies #supernova #supernova spoilers #mine #my fic #i made this #We Rise with the Sun

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musicnoots · 5 years

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Hold Me Tighter

Babe Heffron/Reader

Requested by anon: “Hey! If your requests are still open, would it be ok to request some good ol babe fluff? I’m having the worst time at uni right now and could really use some babe cuteness to cheer up”

A/N: Major sleepy Babe fluff. Hope you feel better anon <3

Synopsis: A sleepless night in the Ardennes leaves Babe restless and curious when he asks you a tricky question.

Tags: @gottapenny @croatianbagudna @dustyjjumpwings @higgles123 @wexhappyxfew @curraheev @medievalfangirl @bandofmarvels @those-dusty-jump-wings @majwinters @junojelli

“Are you comin’ with me to Philly?”

His voice is breathy, raspy and tired. His hands shake under the cold January night sky, eyes looking out at the snow right in front of his foxhole as he pulls you closer to his side, thin army-issued blanket spread from shoulder to shoulder.

Babe is tired, restless, and almost at the brink of tears when it comes to sleeping. Usually, he’s out like a light once the sun sets and the sky turns into the dampest shade of a black, but tonight, he can’t find himself to take the angels’ hands into slumberland where the sky is pink and the ground is as fluffy as the clouds.

He asks you the question like it isn’t the pink elephant in the room, fifteen different tangents going off in his head as he stares at the pile of snow in front of the foxhole. You shoot him a quizzical look, hand gripping the edge of the worn out blanket spread across your laps. “What?”

“Like, after the war? I mean—damn, I shoulda phrased it differently,” he stutters and his cheek start to grow red under the darkened sky. “Are you comin’ with me? Am I comin’ with you? Where we goin’ after the war?”

“You’re asking me this now?”

“My Ma always said it’s better to be prepared than sorry,” he yawns for the first time in hours since the sun said goodbye to the stars. Babe has this fear of losing you—not to bullets and grenades, no. He’s afraid he’ll lose you because of something stupid he did, like not telling you how much he loves you or if you wanted to come back to Philly with him. “And I’m kinda in love with you, y’know? I don’t ask you to come and cuddle with me in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere for nothin’.”

A small part of your heart, that isn’t frozen from the cold, warms up a little bit and your stiff lips curl up into a smile. “I feel your love so hard right now, Babe. So romantic. I love you, too.”

“Yeah, yeah, but tell me—where we goin’?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, I was thinking about going back home and just relaxing for a bit. War’s a tiring workplace, bub.”

“Aw man, so no Philly?” Babe whines, and you giggle, not sure if it’s the real Babe or the sleep deprivation clouding his head. “I was really hopin’ for Philly, Y/N, not gonna lie.”

“Alright, then it’s settled. It was nice knowing you, Babe.”

“Wait, nuuuuhhh—” He turn towards you and rests his head on your shoulder. He was going to caress your cheek like the gentleman he is, but he’s way to comfortable in the position he’s in under the blanket—slight warm and cozy next to your presence. “Y/N, I love you. A lot. And I am the man of your dreams. You don’t wanna be with the wrong guy, ‘cause I’m the right one for you.”

His words are slurred and his eyelids are droopy, obviously way too sleepy at this time of the night, but he fights against it to stay awake, sniffling as he tries to find the right words. You hum, squeezing his hand under the blanket as he drifts in and out of consciousness. “Well, Edward Heffron, what makes you the right one for me?”

“Well,” he tried to sit up but fails and ends up slumped against your side like a fat fish on land, “number one, I’m cute, and you like cute guys.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, a...nd I am very talented and romantic. You remember that heart I drew in the mud a while ago? That’s my Da Vinci side.” He draws a heart in the air with his pointer finger, giggling at the memory of him presenting you his masterpiece. You weren’t in the best mood back then, a little bit pissed at everyone when he dragged you out just to show you a lop-sided heart drawn with a twig he found laying around. “What else am I good at...um, I make a mean banana and peanut butter sandwich. The recipe is from my Ma, but I always pass it off as my own—shhhhhh, don’t tell her. What else...oh! I can also fart on command. Wanna see?”

“No,” you chuckle and wrap your arm around his shoulders, fingers rubbing hexagons on his cheek gently and softly and he melts into your touch.

Babe can just sit here and fade into dreamland while you play with a strand of hair peeking out from his helmet—this is his favorite way to fall asleep. With you right by his side and him snuggling into you like a cat on a rainy day, knowing that he’ll be safe in your arms. He always thinks about this moment, not in a war setting, but in a domestic setting where he is fast asleep on the couch of your shared Philly home with hot chocolate on his upper lip as you keep him by your side. He thinks about it way too much than he likes to admit, but if it’s that life he wants, then he might as well just marry you right here, right now and put a ring made of leaves on your finger.

He hums at the feeling of your fingertips on the nape of his neck so comfortably, he feel like he’s home. “I think ‘bout this all the time.”

“Baby, I know you like it when I play with your hair.”

“Yeah, I do. Can you move your hand just a little further ba—yeah, that’s the spot,” he moans as you he tug the little tuft of hair on the back of his head, eyelids screwing shut as he feels lighter than the clouds. “But I always think ‘bout us just living together. A small little home just for the two of us, a garden in the front—it’s mine, by the way—and a cat. I want a cat, Y/N. I don’t want a car, I want a cat.”

“Mm, and what would you name this cat?”

Babe is silent for a moment, and you think he’s asleep until his lips twitch. “I wanna name ‘im Sergeant Purrkins. Get it? ‘Cause...Perkins…” he yawns.

“Maybe it’s time for you to go to sleep,” you say, reaching to pull the blanket up but he slaps your hand away.

“Nooooo, I’m not finished yet!” he whines. “I need to tell you about our lives back home! You got me sidetracked, Y/N! Now I can’t remember what else I was thinkin’ about!”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry.” You kiss his cheek, and Babe instantly forgives you. He loves it when you kiss him, especially in front of the guys—it makes him feel special. “Go on.”

“Thank you, as I was sayin’—I’m gonna marry ya. Gonna marry ya in the world’s biggest wedding with ice cream instead of cake because I’m cool like that. I’m gonna be the best husband in the entire world because I make good food and I love everything about you. Boobs and ass mostly, but I enjoy your lovin’, too.” He yawns, way too tired at this point to even continue on because it’s way past his bedtime. “So whaddya say, Y/N? You comin’ with...me to…”

Babe doesn’t even finish the sentence before he’s silent again. Eyelids shut tight, and snores escaping his parted lips as he finally falls asleep in the early hours of the morning in your arms. He dreams of that life back home with you—the one where you live comfortably with a ring on your finger, drinking hot chocolate by the windowsill as it rains outside. Sergeant Purrkins walks on the dining table as Babe pulls you into his lap and smothers you in kisses, your hand running through his locks just the way he likes it, and he will never grow hungry, just satisfied knowing that you’re his in the moment and for the years to come.

“Yes, I’ll go back to Philly with you,” you say, and he’s already fast asleep when you say it. So when you call it a night and find yourself sleeping just minutes after, you dream of the same life with Babe in Philly.

#band of brothers fic #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fanfiction #band of brothers #easy company #hbo war #babe heffron #edward heffron #babe heffron x reader

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purplepersnicketywrites · 5 years

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For the "mini" fic prompts, can I request #19? :DDD

‘things you said when we were the happiest we ever were’

okay so this is like, one of the SAPPIEST things i’ve written I think! it’s also 3.7k words!

—

“I like you,” Kirishima said.

Katsuki stared at him. The redhead seemed to squirm under his gaze, lower lip bitten between his stupid-sharp teeth, eyes flicking away from Katsuki’s face to somewhere on the ground. When Kirishima had begged and pouted until Katsuki had agreed to take them both hiking, this was not the conversation Katsuki had been expecting to have once they reached the top.

That didn’t mean it was something unwelcome.

Kirishima drew in a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and met Katsuki’s eyes again. “I like you, Bakugou. Um. A lot. So I was wondering if maybe I could ask you out on a date?”

Contrary to popular belief, Katsuki was actually quite familiar with his feelings. It didn’t mean that he always agreed with them. In this case, however, Katsuki embraced the warm and golden glowing bubble that cast its light through his entire being like a miniature sun. Happiness wasn’t enough of a word to describe it.

Katsuki didn’t let his voice waver when he replied to his best friend. “Ask, then.”

“Oh, uh,” Kirishima swallowed with an audible gulp. “Would you want to go on a date with me?”

There was only one thing that Katsuki could say.

—

“Hey Katsuki, what’s your plan after Yuuei?”

Katsuki frowned slightly and paused his braiding of Eijirou’s hair. “Plan? For what?”

“Oh, like,” Eijirou waved one of his hands around, leaning back into Katsuki’s chest. “You gonna sidekick first? Or go pro straight from the get-go.”

“Pro, obviously,” Katsuki said. “Gonna open an agency an’ everything. I’ve got the reputation to pull it off already.”

“Yeah, I guess you do,” Eijirou said, dropping his head backwards onto Katsuki’s shoulder. Katsuki peered at his face and Eijirou grinned at him. There was something not a hundred-percent genuine in that grin and Katsuki almost frowned. “So are you looking for an agency building?”

“Haven’t had all that much time for it,” Katsuki said, watching Eijirou for signs of reaction to anything he was saying . “Googled some shit but I’d want to go and see wherever these places are. Can’t exactly go property hunting in the middle of term.”

Eijirou turned his head and kissed the first part of Katsuki’s skin that he reached, just under his jaw. “How about apartments?”

“Gonna have to be near the agency, so I gotta look for that first,” Katsuki said. “If I want somewhere with decent villain traffic it’ll probably be in one of the more expensive areas with a high population density. The government agency fund doesn’t cover personal accomodations, so I’ll probably have to set up a hammock in my office for a couple of months until the Heroics feedback kicks in and I start earning something decent.”

“Hm,” Eijirou said, kissing Katsuki’s neck again. As much as Katsuki wanted to indulge in that, he had a feeling that something was on his boyfriend’s mind.

“What is it?” he asked, prodding Eijirou’s cheek.

“Oh, well, um,” Eijirou pulled a slightly shifty face. “I was just- I mean. I don’t have as much of an ironclad plan at the moment…”

“So, what?” Katsuki tilted his head. “You’re lookin’ for advice?”

Eijirou’s face skewed a little more. “Not exactly. Uh. I just. Um. Would you ever, uh, consider maybe having two hammocks in your office?”

Oh.

Katsuki stared at his boyfriend and felt overwhelmed all of a sudden. Holy shit.

“Fuck, I love you.”

Now they were both staring. Katsuki could feel his cheeks heating up but damn, it was the truth, and he’d had to say it.

“What?” Eijirou said, the first of them to break out of the stupor. “You- What?”

“I love you, Kirishima Eijirou,” Katsuki said. The words tasted right on his tongue.

Eijirou sat up, twisting to face Katsuki and reach for his face. “You- You- Holy-”

“I love you,” Katsuki repeated, pushing his face forward so that their foreheads met. Now that he’d said the words, he couldn’t stop. “I love you! I fucking love you, Eijirou.”

Eijirou kissed him, hard and sweet. This kiss didn’t last all that long with Eijirou pulling back to pant through his grin. “I love you too.”

A sensation not unlike one of Kaminari’s shocks zipped up Katsuki’s spine. His stomach churned, but in a good way, like all of his insides were dancing. Katsuki felt elated, giddy even, and he wrapped his arms around Eijirou’s waist to bring him closer.

They traded words and kisses and smiles and words again, over and over and over.

It occurred to Katsuki that he hadn’t actually answered Eijirou’s question, so he pulled away slightly - and only slightly, with their noses still brushing and Eijirou’s breath hot against his mouth.

“You do know we can share a hammock, right, dumbass?” Katsuki asked.

Eijirou very being seemed to brighten at the question, and he responded with his own. “Does that mean that you do wanna live together after Yuuei?”

There was only one thing that Katsuki could say.

—

Katsuki wasn’t normally one for nerves in intense situations, but this was something entirely different. It wasn’t like some fight against a villain where Katsuki could explode and explode and put his feelings into action. It wasn’t remaining calm while his partner was injured, letting everything condense into a laser-focus until Eijirou was safe.

No. This were the fluttery, flurry-of-emotions type nerves that Katsuki didn’t know how to deflect into productivity. The kind of nerves that part of him enjoyed, the nerves he had felt just before leaning into his first kiss as he tangled his fingerss into red hair, the nerves that had shuddered through him in waves when he had knelt on one knee in front of Eijirou with a ring in one hand.

“Yo, how’re you hold- Ooh, not so hot,” Kyouka said, poking her head around the door. She glanced around the room and at Katsuki, who was sitting on one of the haphazardly scattered chairs. “They left you alone in here? Fools.”

“The fuck do you mean ‘they’, Headphones? You’re on my side, too,” Katsuki grumbled.

“Oh it’s Headphones right now, huh? Man you’re sweating buckets,” Kyouka said, putting her hands on her hips.

Katsuki glared at her. “No fucking kidding.”

“Hey now, it’s just Eijirou,” Kyouka said. “Think about that dumb grin he’s gonna be wearing. Just for you.”

God, Eijirou’s fucking smiles. Eijirou was easy with them, flashing a grin here, showing off a smirk there, but not that easy. Some of Eijirou’s smiles were rarer than others, and Katsuki adored drawing them out of him. Like the way Eijirou smiled when he woke up, so soft and sleepy and content. No one else got to see that.

“I love him so fucking much,” Katsuki said, groaning and burying his face in his hands. “That’s not the- Ugh. We shoulda just eloped.”

“Says Mr ‘If These Napkins Aren’t The Right Colour I’m Gonna Commit A Crime’.”

“Shuddup,” Katsuki said. “Someone who doesn’t think leopard print or pitch black tablecloths are an acceptable wedding aesthetic had to be in charge of decor.”

“So that ruled out all of your friends,” Kyouka said, grabbing a nearby chair and sitting down. “Because we’re all either from the same dimension that Hawaiian Shirt designs are stolen from, or goths.”

“Exactly,” Katsuki said. “Useless, the lot of you.”

“Denki threw a bangin’ bachelor party, though, right?” Kyouka asked.

“I guess,” Katsuki said. Pikachu had taken them all to a theme-park with enough express passes to skip the queue for any of the rides. It had been fun. He had made out with Eijirou on the ferris wheel like they were teenagers again, and no one had asked for his autograph.

“There, see? You’re smiling again, Blasty,” Kyouka said. Oh, well, the distraction had helped. “Think about how powerful you’ll feel when you can say ‘my husband’.”

“So fucking powerful.”

“Precisely! It’s a good feeling,” Kyouka grinned. “Remember when Denki kept dropping ‘my wife’ into nearly every conversation?”

“Too well,” Katsuki said, shaking his head.

“Well that’s gonna be you and Eijirou, soon. You’ll be rubbing it in everyone’s faces,” Kyouka said. Fuck, that sounded good. “Alright, final check. You got your suit on properly?”

Katsuki looked down at himself. “Pretty sure.”

“Tie, shoes, any weird decorative things?”

“All there,” Katsuki said. He was wearing Red Riot themed cufflinks, and he knew Eijirou had a matching pair with his own brand.

“Makeup and hair?” Kyouka asked, tilting her head.

“Jeez, it ain’t like this is a broadcast production,” Katsuki muttered. “But yeah. It’s all sorted. If you can’t see it then Mina did her job right.”

Kyouka studied him for a few minutes. “Vows?”

“Hell yeah,” Katsuki said. “Everything’s ready. It’s just the fuckin’ waiting.”

“Good job you don’t have to do that any more,” Kyouka said, glancing at her watch. “It’s time to go, Katsuki!”

“Oh, shit,” Katsuki said, standing. “Shit, shit, shit. Fuck, okay, let’s go.”

Everything after that was blurred by adrenaline, until he was standing up near the altar at a very familiar pair of red eyes as Eijirou approached up the aisle. Katsuki couldn’t tear his eyes away - wouldn’t, in any case. The very world was glowing.

“Hi,” Eijirou whispered, once he was standing in front of Katsuki. God, he looked so fucking handsome. “Are you ready for this?”

There was only one thing that Katsuki could say.

—

“Whoa!” Eijirou said, laughing from where he was pinned to the wall next to the door in their apartment as Katsuki adorned his throat in kisses. “Uh, what’s the special occasion, Blasty?”

Katsuki shook his head. “Just kiss me back already.”

Eijirou planted a smacker on Katsuki’s cheek. Ugh, he hadn’t meant like that and Eijirou knew it, judging from the mischief in his husband’s eyes.

“Gonna make me guess, huh? Was it something that happened today?”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. Fine, if Eijirou was gonna be like this… He leant in and began to work up a hickey on Eijirou’s collarbone.

“That’s a yes, huh? Augh, I’m gonna have to cover that u- Katsuki- Gonna have to cover that up! Was it something I did?”

Katsuki nibbled his way up Eijirou’s throat up to his ear.

“Hmm, was it the b- Oh.”

Eijirou grabbed his face and pushed him back. The redhead was staring as Katsuki with his big wide eyes and a kind of thunderstruck expression.

“Is- So you weren’t joking, earlier? With that baby?”

Katsuki grinned at him. “Nope.”

“Katsuki!” Eijirou cried - literally, there were tears forming in his eyes. “You- Soon? Really? You’re ready for kids?”

Katsuki took in Eijirou’s radiant, adoration-filled expression, pictured it directed at a couple of rowdy brats storming around the room with blankets tied onto them as capes. Damn, they’d probably have to move into an actual house - good thing they could afford it now with their ever-growing popularity.

Katsuki pictured reading storybooks together, being woken up in the middle of the night by a kid who’d just had a nightmare, sticking scribbled drawings up on the fridge they were going to have in their big fancy-ass kitchen.

Fuck yes, he was ready for kids. He wanted to be a father with Eijirou so badly that it burned, hotter and brighter than he wanted to be the number one hero.

Katsuki kissed Eijirou, as deeply as he could when his husband was bearing that big goofy grin of his.

“Oh my god,” Eijirou said, arms sweeping around Katsuki’s waist to lift him up and spin the pair of them across the room. “You wanna be a dad with me?!”

There was only one thing that Katsuki could say.

—

“She hasn’t had the best start to life,” the social worker said, looking at her paperwork with a troubled expression. Katsuki didn’t remember her name but Eijirou definitely knew it. “She doesn’t remember all that much - as she was very young - but her birthparents were villains and she was retrieved during a raid on their house. She was rather neglected.”

“Sounds a little like Eri,” Eijirou muttered, and Katsuki grabbed one of his hands to try and stop him from clenching his fists too hard.

“She’s been responding well to her foster family and making progress on all of her developmental targets,” the social worker continued. “But ideally we’d like to get her to a permanent family as soon as possible, so if you’re unsure about proceeding after you’ve met her, let us know as soon as you can so we can go back to looking for another match for her.”

Katsuki nodded. The idea of giving up on the kid rankled with him already, but the rational side of his brain reminded him that if they didn’t end up being compatible, it’d be better for everyone to say so.

“She has two older siblings placed with other families,” the social worker said. “And she currently had regular contact with them. Would you be willing to accomodate this?”

“Oh, yeah, sure!” Eijirou said. Katsuki nodded again.

They had been stood outside of this two-year-old’s foster home for far too long while the social worker briefed them. Fuck, he just- He wanted to see her already.

“Alright, let’s head in.”

The social worker knocked on the door. The woman who opened the door greeted them with a smile. She was small, but kind-looking, and reminded Katsuki a little of Auntie Inko.

“Welcome!” She said, but the rest of the pleasantries flew over Katsuki’s head. Fuck, he was just too excited. They might be meeting their daughter today.

The foster carer led them into her house and into a kitchen. There. A little girl with a shock of bright, shaggy blue hair sat scribbling furiously as a piece of paper with a green crayon. Katsuki remembered from the paperwork that she was three. He didn’t know how big three-year-olds were supposed to be. Was she tall for her age? Short?

She looked up at them as they entered the room, and Katsuki felt his heart lurch. Her eyes were red. It could be something they all shared. Shit, was he about to start crying? Where the fuck was his composure, what the hell.

“Aoimi,” said the foster carer - that was the girl’s name. “We have some guests today.”

Aoimi narrowed her eyes and looked between the three new faces.

“Why?” she asked. Her foster-mother laughed.

“I thought it would be nice to have some company! Be nice to them, okay?”

“Maybe,” Aoimi said, going back to her colouring.

The foster-carer laughed again. “She has a bit of a personality on her!”

Katsuki met Eijirou’s eyes - his husband was beaming at him.

“Good,” Katsuki said, sitting down in the chair he was pointed to. “You wouldn’t wanna be boring, huh kid?”

Aoimi looked up at him again, as considering as a three-year-old could be. “Wanna see my quirk?”

The girl’s foster-mother looked like she was biting back a grimace. “Now, Aoimi-”

“Yes,” Katsuki said. He looked up at the foster-carer for a moment. “If your quirk’s not too messy to use indoors.”

“It is not,” Aoimi said, wiggling a little in her seat and sitting up straight. Her foster-mother sighed and nodded. Aoimi grinned, and Katsuki watched as the tiny girl’s teeth sharpened. Claws grew from her fingers, and blue fur began to sprout over her skin. A long, thin tail with a tuft of fur at the end of it began to wave around behind her, until the girl Katsuki was looking at was more of a cub.

“That’s pretty cool,” Eijirou said, leaning around Katsuki from his own seat to see Aoimi more clearly.

The girl nodded, teeth still bared. Katsuki thought that as she got older, her canines might even longer than they already were, like a saber-toothed cat. Aoimi detransformed slowly, fur receding and teeth shrinking back into shape. “What are your quirks?”

Katsuki held out one of his hands and let it spark a few times. “I can make explosions.”

“Whoa,” Aoimi’s eyes bugged out a bit. “That’s like Ground Zero!”

Katsuki grinned. “You could say that, yeah.”

The little girl studied him for a long moment. “You are Ground Zero.”

“Yep, my real name is Kirishima Katsuki,” Katsuki said. He pointed at Eijirou. “And the big lug over there is my husband, Kirishima Eijirou.”

“Red Riot,” Aoimi said. She seemed to be taking this quite well. “You’re here ‘cause you wanna adopt me, right? I think you should, it’d be cool to have hero dads.”

Huh.

“Aoimi,” her foster-mother said, sounding exasperated.

“I’m not stupid,” Aoimi said, jutting her chin out. “I can read.”

Holy fuck, it was like looking in a mirror, kinda. Katsuki found himself grinning even harder.

The meeting continued, with Eijirou asking more questions than Katsuki could have thought about this kind of stuff, and Aoimi herself making a pretty big impact on Katsuki. He’d known pretty much from the moment he’d met the girl’s eyes, really, but the more he talked to her, the more determined he was.

He nearly cried again when they were waving goodbye to Aoimi and her foster-mother. God, he was turning into such a fucking sap, wasn’t he?

The social worker reached her car and turned to address them.

“Well, you’ve met Aoimi now. Do you need some time to think about it, or would you like me to put that you’re happy to proceed with the adoption on my report?”

He could tell from the look in Eijirou’s eyes what their answer would be. Eijirou nodded at him.

There was only one thing that Katsuki could say.

—

“Katsuki! Katsuki come here!”

Katsuki bolted into the room at the sound of Eijirou’s voice. “What’s-”

“Look!” Eijirou pointed to the TV, where some sort of news was airing. “There, there, look! A pair of hero interns from Yuuei just debuted, Katsuki! Guess who it was!”

“Holy shit,” Katsuki squinted at the screen, at the bright blue blob he could just about make out talking to a couple of police officers in the background. “Aoimi?”

“Yes! I just turned the news on and there she was!” Eijirou crowed. “She and her friend on the other internship with Gevaudan apprehended a purse-snatcher with a crocodile quirk. Here, I’ll rewind so you can see.”

“She’s okay, right?” Katsuki asked as Eijirou rolled the news footage back.

Eijirou nodded, bouncing up and down in his seat like he was an excitable teenager again as the takedown of the crocodile villain happened. Her fellow intern looked to have some sort of speed-boosting or strength-based quirk and he had flung Aoimi in her cat form at the villain. She’d been big enough to pin the villain to the ground until the other intern and Gevaudan showed up.

Katsuki found himself beaming. Damn, that was his daughter.

Once Gevaudan had taken over the arrest, Aoimi reverted back to human and grabbed her friend in a tight hug. A very tight hug. Katsuki’s eyes narrowed.

“Man, I wanna call her,” Eijirou said. “I’m gonna call her, got your phone on you?”

Katsuki handed it over, and Eijirou immediately went to Aoimi’s number.

She picked up after three rings. “Dad! Pa! I debuted!”

“We saw on the news, honey!” Eijirou said. “We’re so proud of you!”

“Aw, thank you! I- Yeah, it’s my dads. -I’m so glad you saw it!”

Katsuki leant in to the receiver. “No one can keep Hellcat down! You fuckin’ killed it out there, lioncub.”

“Augh, don’t call me that baby name,” Aoimi complained, though she didn’t sound too put out. “But thanks!”

“It’s my job to call you baby names, snugglekins.”

Katsuki could see Eijirou trying to smother his laughter.

“Pa, you’re so embarrassing.”

Katsuki cackled. “Oh yeah, that reminds me - bring your boyfriend over this weekend and we’ll celebrate the two of you taking down your first villain with a proper meal.”

“Wh- N- We’re not- Shut up, Pa!”

“My mistake,” Katsuki snickered, handing the phone back to Eijirou.

“Seconding the invite, though,” Eijirou said. “Debuts are something worth commemorating!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Aoimi said. She paused and said all the rest in a rush. “We’ll be there, love you both, bye.”

Katsuki put his phone back in his pocket and leaned over onto Eijirou. “She’s growing up, Ei.”

“And growing up well,” Eijirou said, curling his arm around Katsuki’s shoulders.

“Definitely doing better than me at that age,” Katsuki snorted.

Eijirou pressed a kiss to his temple. “I think the next generation of heroes is gonna be a good one, huh?”

Katsuki turned to kiss his husband on the lips. Well, with their daughter among them...

There was only one thing that Katsuki could say.

—

“Whew,” Eijirou said. “I’d forgotten how much a mountain can take out of you.”

“Baby.”

Eijirou laughed, still wheezing a little from the climb. “Man, I haven’t been a baby for a long-ass time now, Katsuki, and neither have you.”

“I dunno,” Katsuki said, reaching out to grab his husband’s hand. “Ya still got a baby-face.”

Eijirou rolled his eyes, and Katsuki took a moment to let himself stare at the other man. Yeah, they might both be a little decrepit now, but Eijirou still took his breath away. A lifetime of laughter lined Eijirou’s eyes. Laughter that they had shared, so no doubt Katsuki looked much the same.

Eijirou squeezed his hand, and together they looked out over the view. It hadn’t changed much over the years. Maybe the trees had grown a little. It was still the same landscape that had stretched out before them back when Eijirou had first asked Katsuki out.

“Hey, Katsuki,” Eijirou said. Katsuki turned his head to look back at the best part of the scene. “If someone gave you the chance to go back in time, right back to when we were kids… Would you say yes onther time? Would you do it all again?”

Katsuki stared at Eijirou. What kind of fucking question was that? Did Eijirou really think that Katsuki would want to choose any other life than the one they had carved out together? With all their friends, and their daughter and their grandchildren?

If Katsuki looked back over his memories, his mind was flooded with a golden wash of joy. He’d had a good life. The best life. He had shared it with Eijirou - and fuck, they weren’t even that old yet! There were decades still ahead of them.

Would you do it all again?

There was a twinkle in Eijirou’s eye, and Katsuki snorted. His husband already knew the answer. He’d probably always known the answer.

There was only one thing that Katsuki could say.

“Yes.”

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sweetboybucky · 5 years

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Morning Light

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: Surprise surprise - it’s sappy.

Summary: Bucky learns something new.

A/N: Wow, it’s been a while. I’m so sorry for being gone so long. I’ve missed you all, but I want to thank everyone for being so patient, supportive and kind these past few months. Life has been kicking me in the guts for a while, but things are starting to look up again. I’m happy to be back.

This is my piece for the beautiful @barnesrogersvstheworld ‘s 4k challenge, and my prompt was, “For me, there is only you.” This one was heavily inspired by the gorgeous song, “Follow the Sun” by Caroline Pennell. Attie - you asked for soft, sweet Bucky. I hope I delivered. This one is for you, my love.

*** Familiar notes slip through warm air.

The song is filtered through a golden sunrise. Coaxed from worn, vinyl strings. Drawn through a little ukulele resting in your lap, all light wood and pretty grain and sun yellow accents.

Chords meet ears with measured precision. A practiced elegance you still manage to find in the threadbare sweater you stole from him and the fuzzy socks on your feet, a peaceful kind of grace he’s grown so fond of. Sprawled across the armchair, bathed in early morning light.

Bucky finds himself smiling at the sound.

It catches him every time, the melody he’s heard more times than he can count since first finding you playing in the gray of the compound, the song that drew him to you. Every moment it rings through the apartment brings warmth with it. Chases the cold from the world, from his fevered mind. Paints his world with sunlight.

His heart feels softer as he looks at you, abandoning his book to study the careful way your fingers move against the slim neck. Listen to gentle hum of lyrics he’s long since memorized that you sing under your breath. Trace his gaze over your sweet face.

Steely eyes watch you play for a few more moments. Tongue dragging over full lips, flesh fingers picking at a loose thread in the silky material of the blanket draped over his legs.

And his next words are a surprise even to him, even as his mind works up the courage to say them. The quiet, “Will you teach me?” that falls from his lips making your hands still.

You tilt your head just a little. Smile at him, surprise coloring your voice as you ask, “What?”

He clears his throat, a flicker of anxiety resting in his chest. “Will you teach me to play?”

“Didn’t know you had any interest in music,” you say, more affection than teasing in your tone. It only takes a moment for you to stand. Step over to him, settle next to him on the couch. Curl into his side, ukulele still held tightly in your hands. He tucks you under his arm, brushing his fingers against smooth wood, thin strings.

“Ma always liked it,” he tells you, thankful that the words find a way around the lump forming in his throat. “Becca did, too.” A cool, metal palm settles on the side of your face. Fingertips ghost over your cheekbone, thumb brushing along your lashes as your eyes flutter shut, a content noise pushing past your lips. “And I like that song, love when you play it.”

Something impossibly fond, almost indulgent, settles over your features. Lingers in your eyes as they open to look up at him, in that soft smile stretching across your face.

“Okay, Buck. I’ll teach you.”

Warm lips press to his shoulder. His neck and his jaw. And then you’re nudging him, making him sit up and turn. Moulding your chest to his back, moving the ukulele to his lap and adjusting his grip on it, hands gentle against his own.

Laughter falls from his mouth as you hook your chin over his shoulder, give his neck another kiss. His tone is teasing, fond as he asks, “You give everyone you teach this special treatment?”

Arms squeeze tight around him, your hair tickling the side of his face as you rest your cheek against his.

“Never, Buck. Only you.” He tips his face toward you. Lets his nose run along your hairline, soft and sweet. Chuckles a little when you squeeze him once more, chide with a quick, “Now, quit distracting me.”

The contrast of the instrument and striking metal makes Bucky’s breath catch as he looks back down at the ukulele. But your hands are covering his silver fist soon enough, thumb stroking over the plates in a placating gesture, lips brushing across his jaw as you move his fingers the way you want them. Settle his first and second finger one fret down on the second and third strings, his ring finger finding its place on the third fret of the string between his first two.

It’s a clumsy movement. Awkward positioning with the unforgiving material. And it feels strange. Wrong. Almost like he should stop, until your other hands guides his right to fall down the strings, breathe life into the chord.

Warmth blooms within him at the sound, familiar and comforting and created by his hand. Like a beautiful, live thing.

“There,” you whisper, and Bucky swears he can hear something like pride lacing your tone. “That’s the first chord, you got it.”

“You make it look so easy,” he tells you, but there’s a smile on his face anyway. One that grows as he turns his head to glance at you, rest his forehead against yours and lean into you a little further.

“You’ll get the hang of it. Already made one chord sound so pretty.”

“Nothing like when you do it,” he murmurs. “Prettiest thing in the world when you play.” And it’s the truth. It’s more real than anything he’s ever felt, the adoration as he listens to your soft voice singing the lyrics, hands drawing music from thin strings.

The answering laugh he gets from you is quiet. Charming in that easy way you always seem to be. “Softie.” Your fingers tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear. “You wanna learn the other two in the song now?”

It gets easier as he learns the few other chords, settles into the feeling of playing. Feels sweeter when he can string them together, match up the pieces of the melody that led him to you, the notes he’s ingrained in his heart. Even sweeter still when he feels your warm breath on his cheek as you say, “See? Already a pro.”

He huffs a short laugh. Turns until he’s by your side again. Tucks you against his body, beneath the curl of his arm. The ukulele lies still in his lap, fingers following the grain of the light wood.

It’s such a small thing, the weight of the little thing against him. The memory of the notes filling the air fresh in his mind, something he brought to life. Something he could share with you.

“Thank you,” he whispers, voice more tender than he means it to be, settling his nose in your hair and breathing you in.

“Always,” you answer, pushing further into his side. Pressing up to kiss his lips, lingering and gentle, before resting in the crook of his arm again and looking up at him, saying, “But you better not use your master ukulele skills to impress someone else.”

“Never, darlin’,” he murmurs, the full extent of his conviction carefully hidden. “Never anyone else.” You tip your head into his hand when he rests it in your hair, start to grow heavy and loose against him. “For me,” he whispers, unable to hold the words back, “there is only you.”

He sees the answering flicker of light in your eyes. Affection bubbles through his veins, strong and dizzying. It strikes him in the deepest part of his heart, love smoothing over everything else in his mind.

And with it comes those memories he’s stopped trying to tamp down, bubbling to the surface. The sound of quiet music echoing against pale walls. Flashes of a record player crooning in the living room. A warm embrace, a soft voice in his ear. And then later, much later, small feet standing over his own, laughter and bright eyes staring up at him, adoration flickering through the little face he still remembers more clearly than nearly anything else.

A flare of grief crawls under his skin. Makes him ache for the things he’s lost -

He lets his eyes fall to you again. Catch your gaze, the tender, almost protective expression on your face. Thinks of you all those mornings he needed you most, when the ice crept back under his skin and the dark folded into his mind, as you held him in your arms. Kissed his skin and whispered the lyrics he’s grown so fond of, the song that always brings him back to you -

But adore the things he’s gained.

“Me too, Buck,” you tell him, gentle but fierce and sure in that way you always are with him. “Never anyone but you.”

He smiles sweet through his soul. “Play it for me again?”

Your laughter is warm and light against his shoulder, expression bright and fond. “Always, you big sap.”

The weight of the ukulele lifts from his lap as you hold it in your arms again. The pads of your fingers are quick to cover the frets, hands pulling an easy timbre into the air. Bucky tucks his arm further around your shoulders. Presses a quick kiss to your hair.

His eyes trace over the shape of you, a blissful smile curling over his lips as morning light dusts across your face, painting your movements in the softest gold.

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iwantthedean · 5 years

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Delicate

Prequel to Malibu.

Summary: Y/N hasn’t been seen in public for a while, and when she finally ventures out to a songwriter’s retreat, she and Jensen make a special connection. Pairing: Jensen x Reader Word Count: 1615 Warnings: Infidelity, drinking. Song Inspiration: Delicate - Taylor Swift Square Filled: BTZ Bingo; Vacation

A black town car pulled up to the front of the hotel and parked outside the automatic doors. Jensen slid his room key from the counter and peeked out the doors to see who would be coming out of the town car.

“I’ll be damned,” he muttered under his breath, slapping the room key against his hand a few times.

He knew that there were several songwriters he was familiar with on this retreat, but he didn’t know that Y/N Y/L/N was going to be here. He had tracked her career for a while, until recently when a nasty breakup had essentially sent her into hiding. For all Jensen knew, this was the first time she had been anywhere near public in months.

“Checking in under Devereaux,” she told the desk attendant. Her dark sunglasses hid her eyes; her voice was meek and tired. Feeling Jensen’s eyes on her, she looked his direction and raised her brow. “Can I help you?”

He cleared his throat. “Sorry. I just — I’m Jensen. Ackles, Jensen Ackles. Here for the writer’s retreat. I’m assuming you are, too?”

She stared at him for a moment, his arm outstretched, hand waiting to shake hers. Her tongue snuck lightly across her lips and she reached to remove her sunglasses.

“Ms. Devereaux? Your room card.”

Y/N’s attention veered from Jensen, and her hand dropped away from her sunglasses. She cleared her throat. “Thank you. Can I have an extra pillow sent up to my room, please?”

The desk clerk nodded. Y/N took one last glance at Jensen, then she was gone, disappearing around a left turn that would guide her toward the elevators.

Jensen chided himself for a not-so-smooth interaction, dawdled long enough for Y/N to get on an elevator, then took that same left turn and headed for his own room.

After lunch time, the songwriters all gathered in a conference room. Y/N was no where to be seen, and Jensen tried to stop himself from looking around for her while the leader of the retreat gave an inspirational opening speech. Most people in the room were familiar with each other, so they skipped the introductions and broke off into groups to start working on projects.

“If I apologize for the semi-awkward interaction at the front desk earlier, do you wanna work with me?” Jensen looked up to see Y/N holding a spiral notebook to her chest; a pen was tucked behind her ear. “Damn, kinda feels like high school again. Awkward girl who nobody really likes asking the popular guy to be her lab partner.”

Jensen gave her half of a charming smile. “I’m not sure you’ve assigned roles correctly, but at any rate, count me in. We could stay here, hit the beach, whatever you wanna do.”

She bit her bottom lip, letting on how nervous she truly felt. “Would you be opposed to finding a bite to eat? I came straight off a flight, napped, and I’m a little hungry. I don’t work so well on an empty stomach.”

“We could try room service. There’s a great view from the balcony of my room.”

Her nervous expression shifted to that of disgust. “Forget it.”

She turned on her heel, tension pulling her shoulders together. Jensen was out of his seat and catching up to her before she even reached the door of the conference room.

“That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry. Look, you can bring whoever with you — but I can see the ocean and the beach from my room, I thought it might be conducive to the creative process.”

Y/N drew in a deep breath before slowly exhaling. “I’m sorry — my misunderstanding. Everyone’s been on me for so much shady shit lately, I just assumed …”

Jensen held up his hands. “Nothing shady, Y/N. I promise. Just a couple songwriters, enjoying food and trying to make a hit.”

The nerves returned, but she nodded and followed Jensen to his room. They ordered a smorgasbord of fresh fruits and veggies to start with, along with a couple of cheeseburgers.

“Fuel for the mind,” Y/N laughed.

Jensen licked his lips in an effort to hide his own smile. This was the first time he had ever seen her laugh, heard it firsthand, and the sound endeared her to him even more. At least this gave him a reason, as oppose to the moment she had stepped out of that town car and piqued his interest.

Y/N groaned and set her head against the table on the balcony. Jensen sat across the table from her, guitar in his lap, fingers lazily falling over the strings.

“This isn’t working,” she sighed, sitting back in the chair. “We’ve been at this for, like, three hours, and we have nothing.”

“It’s not a race with the other songwriters, you know.”

She raised a brow. “So if we show up to the showcase in a few days and we have nothing, you’ll be completely fine with that?”

“First of all, we have three more days after today, second of all … are you saying you wanna break up?” Jensen teased.

She gave a tense laugh. “Everything’s been such a mess lately. This is the first time I’ve left the house in I don’t even really know how long. I was broken down, I was shattered. I want to come back, but I need people to know that I came back strong.”

“I get that. I mean, me and my girl are good, but if we broke up — I’d probably be a mess. I think, anyway. We’ve been together so long, I wonder if sometimes we stay together out of habit.” He drifted off to his own thoughts for a couple of seconds, then cleared his throat. “But you know, endings just mean new beginnings. So maybe, let’s start there.”

Y/N nodded and picked up her pencil again. The struggle was still there, but at least by the time the sun was setting, they had a direction.

“Let’s go to dinner,” Jensen suggested. “Take a break, have a drink or two. We can call it a day after that, or we can get back to it. Your call.”

“Sounds like a plan to me. You find a place, I’m going to change. If I’m going to be seen in public —”

“You’ve got to make a strong comeback,” Jensen finished for her. “I completely understand. Wouldn’t mind getting cleaned up myself. I’ll meet you in the lobby in an hour.”

Y/N left her notebook and pencil, but took her phone. Jensen stared at that notebook for several minutes after she left, tempted to read what else was in there, but he managed to refrain.

Y/N was intoxicated by tacos, palomas, and Jensen. They ate their fill, asked for the drinks to keep coming, and talked like they were old friends, catching up after being apart for too long.

“He didn’t deserve you,” Jensen said, before throwing back a shot of tequila. “No man who abandons a girl who can put away tacos like that and talk sports and sing like an angel deserves her.”

His words darkened the pink of her already flushed cheeks. “You’re too kind. I made mistakes, too. Everybody does.”

“Everybody does,” Jensen repeated, his eyes glassy as he looked at her. He was close to making a mistake, but he felt like he couldn’t stop himself. “We should come back here, every so often. It can be our place. We’ll write music and catch up and just forget the rest of the world.”

“That song’s already been written, I think.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. He recovered, finished off his beer, and held out a hand to her. “Dance with me, Y/N.”

She took a shot of her own, then slipped her hand into his. Jensen lead her to the makeshift dance floor — a patio where others were dancing to the acoustic melodies plucked out on a guitar — and wrapped one warm around the small of her back. She put an arm over his shoulders; their free hands clasped. They swayed back and forth together.

“So, whaddya say? We come back here every now and then? To escape?”

Y/N cleared her throat. “My reputation’s kind of shit right now, so you must really mean that. But, you’ve also got someone. We can’t exactly make promises.”

Jensen nodded; she was right, of course, but that wasn’t going to stop him. Not tonight. He stopped their movement. Their clasped hands became interlaced fingers, dropped to their sides. Her free hand was at his waist now, and his was drawing his knuckles along her jawline.

Seconds later, their lips were pressed together, soft and sweet but wanting. Neither one knew who had initiated the kiss, but both of them knew they wanted that kiss and more. Sober or otherwise, they wanted as much as the other could give.

“Is it too soon to be doing this?” Jensen asked. “I don’t wanna — you’re fresh off of that breakup.”

“And you’re with her,” Y/N said, echoing her earlier statement. “So, I’d say this is a delicate situation.”

“Yeah. It is. What are we gonna do?”

Y/N swallowed down every protest her mind insisted she make. She licked her lips again, tasting the Corona from Jensen’s lips, mixed with the tequila from the shots both of them had indulged. So many things could go wrong, if they continued in this moment — but there were also things that could go right.

Y/N kissed him again, a silent promise of nights that went beyond the one they shared now.

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just-for-cal · 6 years

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Easy Like Sunday Morning - [c.h]

word count: 1932 warnings: fluffy fluff fluff summary: sunday mornings are much easier when you spend it with your boyfriend

Sunday mornings in Calum’s apartment was what heaven felt like, and (y/n) was sure of it. For most of her life Sunday was a dreaded day, and she’d always spent it rushing to use all of her free time before the school/work week ahead. And by the end of the day, she felt drained, and as though she’d wasted half of her weekend.

But since she started spending her weekends at Calum’s… her perspective on the day changed quite a bit.

She’d been woken up by the sun, peeking in through the blinds, and although it was pretty early, she as wide awake as soon as her eyes had opened. Calum was lying next to her, still fast asleep. She admired him for a few moments, how his skin seemed to glow with the sunshine hitting it, how his eyelashes fluttered a bit, making her wonder what he dreamt about. Even the quiet snores coming from his parted lips made her heart swell with adoration.

Pressing a light kiss to his forehead, she wiggled out from his hold on her under the covers, and tiptoed out of his room, and down the stairs. Normally she’d make breakfast for when Cal woke up, but she wasn’t hungry yet, and the new grand piano that he’d just got looked so inviting.

She happily padded over to it, bare legs sitting in the cool bench and shivering just a little bit as she pulled back the cover over the keys. Pearly white, crisp black, she’d love to watch Calums fingers dance along them as he tinkered with a song.

She let her own fingers stroke against a few keys, listening to the soft sounds that echoed from it. She fiddled a little bit until her hands found a home in a tune she’d played many times before when alone. She smiled to herself, her eyes even falling shut in peace as she played along to one of her favorite songs. Even singing along softly. But her voice carried because of the high ceilings.

Calum had woken up, thanks to the beautiful music coming downstairs. He’d eagerly pulled on a pair of sweatpants and made his way downstairs, walking as quietly as possible down the stairs, because he knew if (y/n) realized he was there, she’d stop playing. She was kind of shy like that.

Luckily she hadn’t noticed him there, leaning against the wall a few feet behind her as she played one of his songs. It was Ghost of You, but she’d clearly put her own slow twist on it. It wasn’t often that she would sing in front of him, no matter how many times he told her that he loved it when she sang.

As she began to fade out of the song and was just messing around with a few chords, Calum approached her, wrapping his arms around her torso and making her jump in surprise. Almost instantly a blush rose to her face out of embarrassing, he had to have heard her playing and singing.

“Cal-”

“Ya sounded like an angel, pretty girl,” He said, cutting her off before she could start babbling nervously. “I’d love to put that on youtube-”

“Oh no, no way,” A nervous giggle left her lips as she shook her head. Calum smiled at her, taking a seat next to her on the piano bench, facing the opposite way. “You didn’t take a video did you?”

“No, but I really should’ve, huh?” (y/n) rolled her eyes as he continued to smile at her. “Guess it’ll be my little secret that you sing better than the band”

(y/n) smiled a bit at him, leaning forward and pecking his lips.

“Not to mention, you’re playing in my shirt”

She looked down to see that in fact, she was in his shirt, and nothing else, when she looked back at him, he wore a big cocky grin she’d seen countless times before.

“Hm,” She hummed, fingers pinching the material as though inspecting it. “Guess I am”

“You’re so cheeky sometimes,” Calum chuckled as his finger hooked under her chin, drawing her in close and pressing his lips to hers in a proper kiss. “I love you”

(y/n) blinked, eyes round and a smile tugging on the corners of her lips. Calum’s thumb was stroking along her jaw soothingly, and it took her a moment to process his words. She may have loved him for a while now, but they’d never said it out loud.

“I love you too,” She whispered out, making him smile, his eyes crinkling as he did so. She laid her palms on his cheeks, pulling him into her to kiss him again, much more passionately. “Took you long enough to tell me,” She mumbled against his lips. “I was waiting for you to say it first”

“You waited?” Calum pulled away from the kiss, making (y/n) chase after them as he leaned back a bit. “How long?”

“I dunno, a month” She shrugged.

“You knew you were in love with me for a month and didn’t say anything?”

“I wanted you to say it first,” She told him softly. “I knew you didn’t believe in love before you met me, I wanted to know you were sure before telling you”

Calum smiled as he shook his head, cupping her face and planting a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“You’re so perfect, I don’t know how I got lucky enough to find someone like you” He said, and (y/n) smiled, but her eyebrows drew together. She only waited to tell him because she didn’t want to push feelings onto him that could stress him out.

“I think that’s you babe,” She said lovingly, playing with the curls that fell over his forehead. “You’ve always been the perfect one”

Calum grinned widely at her, and then took her off guard, scooping her in his arms and picking her up off the piano bench. She squealed in surprise, her arms winding around his neck and legs around his hips while his hands planted on her thighs to keep her upright. Calum peppered her face in kisses, making her giggle as she leaned into his bare chest.

He walked them over to the living room sofa, dropping her onto the cushions and making her let out a shriek again, before he climbed over her and hastily pressed a kiss to her lips. She hummed against him, hands trailing up his chest and delving into his hair.

“Stay in all day?” Calum asked as he hiked his tee shirt up her body, hands gripping her hips and making her smile into their kisses.

“Can we do this and stay in pajamas all day?” She asked, and he hummed in agreement. “Sounds like a plan for the day then” He chuckled and placed a kiss on her jaw, and then another, and another. (y/n’s) back arched a bit as he slowly continued on.

She could let him kiss her all day long and never get tired of his plump lips.

Cuddling on the couch after a long makeout session and sex in the shower, the two were worn out, and content to just relax in front of the tv. (y/n) was in another one of his tee shirts and booty shorts, while Calum was in sweats and a tank top.

She was leaning her head on his shoulder, legs strewn over his lap with her arm around his neck, her other hand tracing patterns on his shirt. Calum had both arms wrapped around her middle, occasionally dragging his fingertips over her exposed smooth legs as they just relaxed.

The moment was quiet, and comfortable. It was the little things like this that made her Sundays brighter. That was until there was knocking on Calum’s door.

(y/n’s) brows furrowed as she lifted her head off of him, silently asking who it could be. The bassist just sighed, taking her legs off of his lap and brushing his lips over her forehead as he got up to see who was here. (y/n) sighed from the loss of contact, folding her arms over the back of the sofa and setting her chin on top of them while watching Calum answer the door.

“Hey, mate!” Ashton greeted with a big smile, letting himself in and giving his friend a side hug on the way. Luke followed in after him, giving the same greeting.

“Hey… what are you guys doin’ here?” Calum asked, and both boys shrugged.

“We’re bored, we wanna watch movies,” Luke claimed, casting a side glance and a wave to (y/n) on the couch. “Hi (y/n/n)”

“Hi” She smiled back at him politely, and Calum let them inside the apartment, shutting the door behind them.

“We’re just watching stuff anyways, I guess,” He said with a shrug, looking to (y/n) to make sure it was okay with her as well. She nodded and smiled at the idea, not minding the company at all. “But you’re gonna have to put up with cuddling” He told them as he made his way back to the couch, pulling (y/n) right back into his lap.

“I think we’ll manage” Luke said.

They picked out a movie that everyone could agree on, and got settled in. Luke and Ashton were on the separate chairs while (y/n) and Calum sprawled out on the couch. He had his back to the arm rest, and (y/n) was sat between his legs, leaning against his chest, her head on his collarbone. Both of his arms held her to him, and her hands were curled over his forearms as he held her.

She loved the way he held her, like he could never let go.

“Where’s Mikey?” Calum asked after a while of just sitting and watching the movie.

“With his fiance,” Ashton answered dramatically. “I don’t know, something about needing free time with the love of his life”

“Free time? Never heard of it,” (y/n) remarked playfully, winking when Ashton threw her a glance. “Never been interrupted or anything”

“From the looks of you neck love, I’d think you had plenty of free time before we got here” Luke said.

The comment made Calum glare at him for a moment before glancing down to his girlfriend’s neck, where, sure enough, there were love bites and hickeys scattered all along her skin. He laughed quietly and kissed one of the marks.

“How many did you leave?” She asked her clingy boyfriend. He started counting on both sides, and pursed his lips.

“Six, new record?” He replied cheekily, earning a gentle slap on the chest as she laid back against him again.

“You’re ridiculous” She mumbled.

“Yeah well, your the one who’s in love with me” He teased, making her smile and blush.

“Shut up” She whined quietly.

“You guys said the ‘L’ word?” Ashton asked happily, and Luke perked up.

“You used the ‘L’ word? Oh man (y/n/n), you’re in deep now” He joked, but she just smiled.

“I already was anyways,” She said, tilting her head to kiss Calum’s lips while he was focused on the tv. He smiled back at her from the surprise kiss. “Might as well be getting all the benefits too”

Sundays spent at Calum’s were always the best, no matter what they did. He was the one person in this world that she could sit and do nothing with and still be content. She really did love him with her whole heart.

(a/n): requests are open btw xoxo ~ jordie

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