#she pout she angy huff puff

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oxygen | im jaebeom

 wc : 2.5k+

warnings : fluff (overload, i don’t know, I sucked at fluff)

a/n : Happy Valentine’s Day! May your Valentines gets better with this fic! To those without boyfriend, lets indulge the sweetness!

Parents are of different kinds; they definitely are not the same as your friends' parents. Sometimes your friends' parents sound too cool that you wonder why your parents aren't the same. Your friends get to go out anywhere at any time while you have curfews, no more outings after 9 o'clock at night. It sucks, yes. But you do know why your parents are strict as well. You just wish them to be more lenient sometimes.

"No?" your best friend pouts in disappointment when you said you can't be his Valentine date. You shake your head again, playing with your lunch as he scoots closer and hugs your waist. "But I thought Mom loves me? I think she will give an exemption if you say it's me."

Your heart thumps at the proximity given Jaebeom's chin rests on your shoulder; his nose nudging your cheeks as he whispers the plan. You can never guess when Jaebeom will make your heart flutter but now you think it's better for him not to be close to you because your heart isn't fluttering, it is close to exploding.

"Jaebeom. People are watching." you tell him when you feel the gazes burning on both of you. Partly because being sweet in the college cafeteria is definitely not right but partly because how the college bad boy is snuggling up against the girl from the Student Council.

Or best known as the Vice President of Student Council, Park Jinyoung's right man.

He whines as you try to move away, pulling you closer by your waist. "Let them be."

"I am angy because you don't want to go out with me tomorrow night!" he huffs, sulking even more.

You stare at him in disbelief as he puffs his cheeks to melt you. "Did you just use the word 'angy'? Im Jaebeom? Really?" 

"What's wrong with using that word?" he sounds offended now, pouts getting more prominent and ready to throw some spoon in your direction. "I AM angy with you." 

You coo, pinching his cheeks to calm him down. "The school baddest boy just used a cute word. I need to commemorate this!" you squealed, bringing out your phone to record him. "Say you're angy with me again!" 

To your surprise, he repeats, pouting even harder to please you. He knows you love it and he has no problem repeating it over and over again. Jaebeom is the softest when he's with you, that is a fact. You don't know how much control you have on him but you're not deaf either. People have been talking about how Jaebeom hasn't been smoking for some time now, which immediately reminds you of his deal with you three months ago. 

"Hello Jinyoung's right man." he called as you passed by him, his scent reeked of cigarette smoke. You hated smokers to your core but you can still stand their smell. However, if they want to talk to you, they better be clean from smoke. Which is why you just ignored his call. "Oh. I can't talk to you because you have a title? I am not entitled to speak to Ms Vice President?"

 Okay that would be enough. You were not going to let him call you someone arrogant. Instead you whipped your head, finding his interested eyes on you. "I hate smokers. Even if they are my President's friend, which totally have no correlation. If you want to talk to me, then stop smoking. After that we talk."

 "I am deeply offended if you're thinking about another man while I'm right here in front of you." Jaebeom snaps you out of your thoughts making you smile right away. Your stretch makes him melt again, grins plastered on his face.

You pinch his cheeks again, caressing it before turning to your lunch. "Tell you what, let me ask mom once again. If I can't, I'll send you a text." 

Jaebeom nods enthusiastically, not without crossing his hands to chant 'please mom please mom please.' 

You send the text with a heavy heart, guilt washes all over you when you remember how excited Jaebeom was to hear news from you. Suddenly you hated your parents even though you do understand that they want you to be safe especially at nights. It's Valentine's night and most of your friends are probably at the party doing god-knows-what while you are here on your bed in your pyjamas watching a Netflix romance movie.

Very romantic.

It has been a good 40 minutes of sadness because the main lead is currently shoving his tongue down the female lead throat before you hear a knock on your door, pausing you in your feelings. You stand up, leaving the bed and head over to your door. Upon opening it, you find no one at the door. Wicked since you are sure that you heard someone knock. Or could it be the window? But the knock should be different and you're not dumb to not differentiate between a door knock or a window knock. 

You close the door again however; you jump when an unexpected visitor appears behind the door. 

"Hello." 

"Jaebeom!" you scream in hushed, quickly check the door and lock it. You will be a dead meat if your mom decides to check you in. However, Jaebeom can't care less. He is grinning, looking at you up and down, scanning your frightened state. You on the other hand are in panic and reach for his hand to tug him away from the door. "What are you doing here!?" 

Still panicked, you look around to see which direction he was coming from. Jaebeom shrugs, sending you a wink before heading to your bed and climbing it to sit in the middle of your bed.

"I am your Valentine date." he explains with no hint of fear on his face. He definitely has nothing to fear or probably he is too dumb to realise that your dad can definitely chop his head off. 

"But I told you I can't go on that date!" 

"Which is why," he gestures to you to come closer to which you follow hesitantly and crosses your hand. "I bring the date to you." 

You are still unsure of this crazy plan because there is no way a boy exists in your room even though your parents know him. Jaebeom must have sensed it because he reaches for your hand and softly assure you by rubbing it. 

"Come on. I'll leave after midnight." he looks at his watch, chewing his lower lips. "Or whenever you want after you spend the Valentine date with me." 

You let out a sigh, relieved probably, at his promise. "Okay. After midnight okay?" 

He nods, his smile comes alive after he knows you have let your guards down. He knows how scary your parents are but he can always find a plan to spend the day with you even if it costs his life. 

"Hey." you call. "It's not I don't want you to be here. I just- I'm scared that mom and dad will find you. I don't want you to get scolded." 

Instead of replying, he pulls you towards him, comfortable situating you both against the headboard, his hand around your arm. 

"It's okay. Now let me be your boyfriend for the night." he offers a smile, then pressing a kiss on your forehead to start the date. "What are you watching?"

The movie ends one hour later together with a box of pizza, sandwiches, popcorn and cokes. You never thought Jaebeom is capable of setting a picnic but he really brought the whole date to you, with a basket -- yes he did -- and climbed to your room. 

"I can't believe you climbed to my room." you say in his arm after you requested for a cuddle. Cuddling with Jaebeom is really nice, partly because he is the only one you cuddle with after your dad and partly because you think his hugs are really warm. "With the basket even!" 

Jaebeom laughs to agree with you, he was surprised with himself too. He never thought he could climb the wall, he even cursed at himself for trying too hard but oh the things he would do for you. 

"I can't help it. How can I leave you to a party when you're up here alone?" he reasons but he knows that is a blatant lie. He is attracted to you and he knows you won't leave his mind even if he associates with other girls at the party. The bad boy inside him ceases to extinction when he meets you. "I need to warm your lonely night." 

"Cheesy yes?" you laugh. Jaebeom has never felt that way, never had a girl put him on a spell. He feels like he has been caught in a complicated feeling, he feels like his heart is going to burst every time he sees you. His days will not be complete if he hasn't talked to you and like the other days, his day ended well whenever he talked to you. You act like his oxygen supply, constantly giving him new breath of his life. 

"Hey." he incline to your side while you play with the hem of his shirt. Jaebeom wears white shirt and a pair of jeans but as expected from a bad boy, he will always look handsome and hot. A simple outfit but he manages to make you swoon. "Can I tell you something?" 

Maybe you like him. That is the reason why your heart explodes every time he gives cheesy comments or even pouts. You wish you are certain of this feeling because unlike Jaebeom, you don't want to beat around the bush. However, knowing this probably will affect your relationship with him, you can't risk it. You still have a long year to go and really, you can't afford to lose him. 

"Hm... what is it?" you're drawing circles on his chest while you rest your head against his arms. You swear you heard his breath hitches when the tip of your nail grazes his chest a little hard and his biceps contracted. 

"I think I like you." 

The first thing that comes across your head is 'fuck. he like me! fuck yes.' then the next thing is 'fuck no he is my best friend.' 

"Baby say something." you can hear his heart rate increases rapidly as your silence continues. Even that, your hand is still on his chest, not pulling away. "Are you mad? I'm sorry. I just- I can't hold it in." 

"Why?" is the first word that comes from you. "Why can't you hold it?" You're not mad. You're curious. Why does he feel the urge to tell you he likes you? Damn now you are scared because instead of feeling neutral, you had to admit you feel giddy when he said he likes you. 

Fuck, do you like him too? Yeah you think so. If you don't, you must be freaking out now since you don't know how to reject people. 

"I can't hold it in because I wanted to kiss you the moment I climbed through the window just now." he confesses, throwing you off guard. "I just-- I can't. You look so stunning even in your pyjamas and oh god your messy hair. I want to wake up to it every day."

"I look like a monster when I wake up in the morning, Jaebeom." you laugh in astonishment. To say you're shocked is an understatement, but you had never thought Jaebeom can be as sweet as this, wanting to wake up to you. You have it in your bucket list but you never thought it would be with Jaebeom because honestly, you're out of Jaebeom's league. 

"My beautiful monster then." he pulls you closer by your waist, your chest bumps to his. "My goodness you smell so good. I'm going crazy with you beside me. I wanted all of you to myself and I can tell those fuckers at school to fuck off and don't look at my woman." 

You feel giddy, high up in the cloud nine that you grin as soon as Jaebeom aligns his face to yours. "I haven't said I agree to be your girlfriend, Beommie." 

"Fuck." he turns his head away to swear, coming back to press a peck on your lips. "Call me that again." 

You giggle, calling his name again. "Beommie. I haven't agreed to be your girl, Beommie." at this point you are very sure that you too, like him. 

He sucks in a deep breath and opens his eyes, staring straight into your eyes. However, he can't maintain a 5 seconds eye contact with you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "Fuck you're so beautiful and look at what you did to me." 

You hum as his breath tickles your neck. "Beom-ah." to that he lets out a rough huff, affected by the pet name which you laugh, ruffling his hair. "You still need to get me to agree, you know." 

"You're contemplating it without me having to ask. Isn't it clear that you will be my girl?" he appears from your neck, now having the courage to talk to you. 

"What if I don't want to?" your giggle intensifies as Jaebeom's eyes grow wide and his pout starts to form. 

"I guess I have to curse you to be single until you're mine." 

"That's not nice!" you're definitely crazy. You feel like a love-strucked teenage girl, giggling for 5 minute straight. As the vice president of Student Council, it is your second demeanor to be cold and stay unaffected by any means. However, that is one power that Jaebeom holds over you, to make you like a teenage girl again. 

"Will you be my girl, baby?" he whispers to you and only you. His eyes hold yours, reflecting the love he has for you. You never thought he is capable of holding this much love since his reputation as the bad boy but you guess the three months you had with him serves as a reminder that this bad boy has a story behind him. He is capable of loving, to shower someone with affection and a very deep person behind the cold mask. 

"Yes, Jaebeom." you let out the breath that you don't know you're holding, relieved as you agreed to be his. 

"Hmm, wrong answer." 

"Yes, beom-ah. I'll be your girl" Your pet name makes him grin again, even wider this time and he shows them by dropping countless pecks across your face. "My goodness, Jaebeom!" you squeal but did nothing to tell him. 

Jaebeom is halfway on top of you, his arm on either side of yours, caging you effectively. 

"My girl." he smiles, capturing you for a kiss, molding your lips with his. Your lips fit perfectly with his as he deepens for more, nose touching at the proximity. 

He releases your lips which are all swollen and red, looking satisfied with his own work. 

"Mine." 

"Yours." you reply as he leans to capture your lips for another kiss. 

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

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Tinder Boy (b.h) (p3)

Summary: From train rides, and weird left swipes to a tiny white lie

Word Count: 7179

Warning: swearing, mention of cheating, hopefully some good angst

A/N: This is the longest post I’ve posted I think. And this is probably one of my most responded two stories. I love you guys for reading it. I might do an epilogue, I’m not sure yet but I’ll keep you posted. Enjoy!!

Masterlist in Bio

Part One Part Two Part Three (bio)

The sounds of children giggling filled the backyard as Ben chased Asher around with El on his shoulders. Ang, your mom, and you were sitting in the lawn chairs as your dad grilled the steaks for dinner.

 “He’s good with them.” Ang said, looking fondly at you. You’d told her the truth about the relationship. You’d thought about telling her the same fib but you couldn’t. She was surprisingly supportive, knowing how much your mothers been hounding you about finding someone.

 You smiled. “He is. It’s cute.” You lifted your phone and took a picture, doing the same with Ben’s phone knowing he’d want one.

 When you looked back up Ash was running right to you. “Auntie Y/N! Save me from Uncle Ben!” He jumped into your arms, pulling them around him tight. He’d started calling Ben ‘Uncle Ben” almost immediately and it was too cute and Ben’s face lit up. You just correct him. “I’m safe!” He giggled, his entire body was vibrating with energy as he tried to catch his breath.

 Ben lifted El off his shoulders, sitting in the chair with a huff. “That’s fine buddie. I need a break.”

 “Did you have fun, El?” Your mom asked, giggling softly at the red faced little one.

 “Oh yes.” She let out a puff of air much like Ben, throwing her arms out and falling back into his chest.

 Her relaxation didn’t last long. When your dad walked up, she excitedly reached for him.

 “Dinners ready.” He said, as El erupted in a fit of giggles as he tickled her.

 “Let’s eat outside!” Your mother jumped up, clapping her hands. “I’ll get the rest of the food!”

 Ben stood up, your eyes tried, but failed, to not look at the sliver of skin that showed when he stretched. “I’ll help.” He kissed your head as he ran around the back of your chair.

 “Me too!” Asher jumped from your arms and ran toward the door.

 “Oo! Mom! Grab some wine.” You laughed, moving to help lift the umbrella over the table.

 Dinner was going good. Funny stories were shared at the expense of yourself, and Ben was eating it up. Eventually the second bottle of wine went around, Angie, being a responsible adult declined anymore than half a glass because she was driving, and you were slowly drinking your second.

 “Ben, you’re so good with the kids.” You moms cheeks were flushed from the wine as she took a sip from her third glass.

 “I have tons of cousins and little ones in the family. I’m almost always the entertainment.”

 “Have you two discussed children?” She casually asked.

 Your eyes bugged as you choked on your wine. Ben’s hand coming up to pat and rub your back, the tips of his ears were red. Angie was laughing and your father just sighed.

 “Mom.” You coughed again, your throat burning. “We’ve only been together a few months. That hasn’t even been the topic of discussion. Ever.”

 She flicked her wrist at you. “Asher, you want some cousins to play with, right?”

 He perked up. “Ooo! Yes!”

 “Wooo!” Elliot cheered, using the back of her hand to whip at the ketchup on her face.

 “See. I want some more grandbabies to spoil, and they want some cousins to play with.” She shrugged, as if this conversation wasn’t extremely awkward.

 “Mom.” You sighed, dropping your face into your hands, beginning to regret the suggestion of wine.

 “I’m ju-,”

 You dad spoke up, changing the conversation. “So, Ben. Do you have your eyes on any new scripts?”

 You gave him a thankful look, and your mom just shrugged, continuing her bickering with your sister. Ben rested his hand on your leg, giving a light squeeze. You placed your hand over his, silently thanking him, and downed the rest of your wine.

——

 “Can we stay and watch a movie mommy?” Asher asked. He’d been super helpful after dinner, he brought in the plates and even helped you do the dishes. He was currently giving your sister the puppy eyes.

 She checked her watch. “Sure, it’s only eight. But just one.”

 “Woohoo!! Uncle Ben! Help me pick one out!” He runs around you and El on the floor and grabbed Ben’s hand, pulling him down the stairs.

  Once they were down the steps Angie joined you and El. “I know this is all, uh,” she drops her voice, “pretend.” Her eyebrows raise and she continues. “But, I can tell you like him.”

 You shot her a look before turning back to the puzzle, helping El turn the piece to fit. “I’ve only known him for like a week.”

 She clicks her tongue. “Time has nothing to do with it honey.”

 “Alright, so what. This is all just a temporary thing. When it’s over we will go our separate ways who knows if we will even speak again.”

 “Y/N. Just tell him you like him.”

 Your head shot up. “No way. He is, him, and I’m, well I’m nothing too special. I don’t think I could take that rejection so why even put myself in that situation?”

 Before she could say anything your parents walked in. Your mother was still clearly tipsy, but your dad had cut her off after her third glass an hour ago.

 “Nooooo!!” You heard Asher giggling and stomping up the stairs, Ben close behind his laugh quickly filling the living room. “Save me!!” He hid in the floor behind Angie, still laughing.

 “Woah, what’s going on?” She was surprised at the sudden movements of Ash behind her.

 He giggled even harder. “I punched him in the butt and now he’s trying to tickle me.”

 She gasped. “Asher.”

 “No, no. It’s fine I was asking for it anyway. He said he wanted the movie from the bottom and asked me to get it. Should have known it was a trick.” Ben plopped himself down on the floor, bumping into you with his shoulder.

 Angie rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to the boy. “No more hitting please. What movie did you pick?”

 “Yes ma’am. And How To Train Your Dragon!” He held the DVD up. He looked over at your dad, who was sitting quietly with your half awake mother. “Grandpa, can you put it on please.”

 “Sure bud. Then I’m going to go get grandma in bed. Give her kisses.” He took the movie while Asher and El climbed up, attacking your mom with kisses all over.

 “Oh, I love you guys. So. Much. I wish I had more tiny faces kissing me though.” She looked at you. You just huffed and rolled your eyes.

 “Alright.” Your dad said, kissing both kids then pulling your mother up. “Time for bed.”

 While everyone moved around, you situated yourself on the couch. Ben went and grabbed some cookies and soda for you guys and juice boxes for the kids, Ash right behind him. Angie grabbed the remote and curled herself up in recliner.

 “Elliot, baby, where do you want to sit?” She asked, lifting her arm up in invitation.

 El looked from her mom to you, then back and forth again before jumping at you, curling into the nook of your arm.

 “Ha. Fine meany.” Ang pouted.

 “Oh chill. You get all the cuddles from her it’s my turn.” Ben came back, handing you a drink while Asher sat the cookie plate on the table. “Thank you dear.”

 “You’re welcome, love. I see my spots been taken.” He laughed, pointing at El before making himself comfortable beside you, with Asher wiggled between the two of you.

 With in the first 15 minutes Elliot was asleep, her head resting on your chest. You laid your cheek on her head, intending to only rest your eyes for a moment, but her warmth mixed with the slight warmth from the wine lulled you to sleep.

 A finger pressed into your cheek. First just a poke, then a poke and a wiggle. “Aunt Y/N. The movies over, wake uuuuuuup.” A pair of wet lips pressed into your cheek and when you finally opened your eyes, Asher was smiling at you. “Mommy says it’s time to go home.”

 “Can I keep sis?” You mumbled, cradling the still sleeping El closer.

 His brows pinched and he shook his head. “Uh, no silly.”

 “Fine.” You sighed, carefully standing up.

 Angie was already ready at the door, Elliot’s jacket and shoes in hand while Asher hugged Ben.

 “Bye Uncle Ben! See you next time!”

 Ben ruffled his hair. “See you next time buddie.”

 You helped Angie get the kids in the car, then gave her a hug.

 “He’s a keeper.” She said, hugging you tight. “You should have seen the way he was looking at you when you were sleeping. He even took a picture.” She pulled away, grabbing your cheeks in her hands. “Don’t let him slip away Y/N.”

 You sighed as she kissed your forehead. “I’ll try. Drive safe.” You gave her a kiss on the cheek, then made your way back to Ben, who was standing with his arm open.

 “That was a lot of fun.” He was waving at Ash as the car backed up.

 You looped your arm around his back, watching them drive off. “It was. I didn’t aim to fall asleep though.”

 Ben laughed, turning the two of you into the house. Even though it was just the two of you, he kept his arm around you. “It’s okay. It made for some cute pictures.” He lit up his phone, showing you the photo of you and El sleeping that was set as his lock screen.

 “Oh goodness.”

 “It’s cute.” He kissed the top of your head, walking toward the steps. “Wanna go to bed?”

 “Yes please.”

 The two of you silently got ready for bed, moving around each other effortlessly. While he took a shower you changed into your pajamas and curled into bed with your book, much like the night before.

 “I’ll have to remember the name of your shampoo.” You jumped at his voice breaking the silence. Once again he was just in pajama pants, running a towel through his hair.

 “Why’s that?” You asked, bookmarking your page and setting your book aside.

 He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Smells good.” You couldn’t help but smile at him as he walked around the bed, hanging the towel up. “What?”

 “Hm? Nothing.” He flopped onto the bed, propping his head up on his hand, watching you get comfy on the pillow. “What?”

 “Nothing.” He rolled over, picking up his phone. His head rolled over to look at you, his voice soft. “Goodnight. Y/N.”

 “Goodnight, Ben.”

 You closed your eye, willing sleep to come, but after a while you opened them. Ben was sitting up a bit, his face illuminated by his phone. You traced his profile, lingering on his lips. He really was so beautiful. As if sensing your gaze his eyes drifted over and you snapped yours shut.

 “Can’t sleep?” You shook your head, eyes still closed. “Me either.” You huffed and pushed your face into the pillow. Ben’s hand rested on the back of your head, softly pushing you towards him. “Here, come here.”

 You let him lead you to his chest, his hand softly running over your head. A soft “hmmm” escaped you as his fingers gently scratched across your scalp.

 After a few moments you broke the silence. “I’m sorry about my mom.” A slight shiver ran over him at the feeling of your breath across his skin.

 “There’s no need to apologize. She’s just excited for you.”

 “Yeah, but she was way out of line. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.”

 He splayed his fingers over your head, leaving them there. “It’s fine. I mean it.” His fingers started moving again, and the room grew silent as you watched him breath. You heard the sound of him locking his phone and he spoke again, this time his voice was softer. “You still awake?” You nodded. “Can I ask you something?”

 Your heart stopped, and you held your breath a moment as your mind worked through any and every problem before you finally spoke. “Yeah.”

 His breath blew against your hair as he prepared himself. “You, uh, you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to. But, what happened with your last relationship that has kept you from starting a new one?”  You couldn’t control the chuckle that erupted from your lips. Ben quickly kept talking. “Like I said, you don’t have to answer that.”

 You looked up at him, his brows pinched as he gave you a worried look. “Ben, it’s fine.” You looked back down, absentmindedly tapping your fingers on his chest as you tried to think of what to say. “I didn't think this would come up, they know how I feel about it, so I didn’t mention it before. But uh. I was engaged.” You took a second to gather your thoughts. Ben’s hand moved down to lightly rub your back, silently telling you to take your time.

 “We were together for almost three years. We had moved in together, planned the wedding and honeymoon. Things seemed so good. I thought we were in a good place.” You took a shake breath, the memory still fresh in your mind. “But. One day I came home early, favorite take out place in hand, ready to just spend a relaxing evening in. Only, when I opened the bedroom door he was in bed with my supposed best friend.”

 “Oh my god.” Ben whispered, he wiggled a bit, pushing you up and turning the light on to looking at you. “Y/N that’s..that’s just..god.” He gently wiped his finger under your eye, collecting tears you didn’t even know had fallen.

 “At the time I was a mess. I threw the food at them, followed by his engagement ring. Then, while my now ex friend cried in my bed, I packed a bag. He had the nerve to tell me it wasn’t what it looked like.” You laughed, Ben was now holding your hands his eyes never leaving your face. “What’s worse is we were only a month out from the wedding. She was supposed to be my maid of honor. And,” you shook your head, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. “I found out that they had been sleeping together for a few months. In our house.” You squeezed Ben’s hands, then removed yours to run them over your face. “Needless to say, I felt disgusting. Mom and dad came down that night and helped me pack all my stuff while he was at work. It definitely changed my outlook on myself and life.” You whipped your face again, looking to see Ben’s eyes watering a little.

 He pulled you into him, wrapping you tight in his arms. “No one should ever, ever, have to go through something like that.” He kissed the top of your head.

 You took the opportunity to just feel the warmth of his skin on your cheek. The way he smelled like his body wash mixed with your shampoo. Your arms wrapped around his waist.  “It took awhile though, but eventually I made new friends and started to love myself. I’m in a much better place now.”

  “Can I tell you something? You deserve someone who treats you like an angel and never makes you doubt yourself. Reminds you every day that they love you and gives you endless support.” He kissed your head again. You could feel the tears falling again as the impact of his words hit you. “And someday you will find that person.” You hugged him tighter, drawing in a ragged breath. “I’m sorry I upset you, love.”

 “No, no.” You pulled away, wiping your face again. “I felt like I needed to explain mom. There had been lots of talked of grandchildren, but she was also extremely worried about me.”

 He pushed some hair behind your ear. “Thank you for trusting me enough to share.”

 “Thank you for listening.”

 His thumb rubbed over your cheek. “Always.”

 You let out a nervous laugh, rubbing your eyes. “Look at me, pff. I’m a mess.”

 “You look fine. Here, lets get some sleep.” He opened his arm and pulled you down on the bed with him.

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 “What time do you leave tomorrow?” Ben asked, taking a bit of his breakfast burrito. Your mom was a bit hungover, so you made breakfast.

 “Later in the day. If I remember correctly at six.”

 Ben nodded, typing at his phone for a moment and smiling. “Just booked a ticket too. We can ride back together. Oh, do you have any plans today?”

 “Not that I know of, why?”

 “Would you like to go to dinner? There’s a nice little Italian place we went to for dinner one night that I think you’d like.”

 You plated your omelet, looking over at him. “Won’t that cause a bit more of a stir in the press?”  

 “Eh. I don’t really mind. Unless you do. If so I’m perfectly fine with staying in.” He watched you take a seat.

 On one hand it would be nice to get out of the house, go on a date, no not date, with Ben. On the other people would see you and him together. More articles would be posted, pictures taken. But, you were also starting to go a little stir crazy in the house. “Sure. Yeah. Lets go to dinner.”

 “It’s a date.” His entire face was bright as he took another bite.

 After breakfast the two of you ventured downstairs to start a movie marathon. Half way through your second movie your parents joined you, bringing along some pizza. All four of you spend most of the day down there. Lots of cuddles, laughs, and even a popcorn fight between a movie.

 Ben was constantly touching you in some way. Not anything too crazy though. He’d pull your legs over his, or lay in your lap. He pulled you over to him to rest on his chest or leaned up against you holding your hand. Deep down you knew it was for show, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the attention. His skin was soft. His hair was soft as you ran your fingers through it. He just made you feel soft.

 At about six, he stood up, stretching out his long arms. “Want to get ready for dinner?”

 “Sure.” You looked over at your parents, both tapping away at their phones. “Do you guys want us to pick you anything up?”

 “No no. We’ve got left overs. You kids have fun.” Your mom said, patting your cheek.

 You and Ben made your way to your room. The questions were flowing. “How should I dress? And do my hair? Heals?”

 “Not overly fancy, wear it down, and if you want to, go for it doll.” He answered while gathering his clothes. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Not overly fancy?” You muttered to yourself, opening you closet door. After flipping through a few times you settled on a flowy flower top, a pair of black jeans and boots to match. You pulled the sides of your hair back with bobby-pins and gave yourself a once over.

 “There’s going to definitely be pictures taken from a far.” You said to the empty room. You walked back from the mirror checking to make sure everything looked good. You snapped a selfie, posting it to your Snapchat story and with one final breath you headed down to meet Ben.

 “I can’t.” You heard Ben say, he was talking quietly but with a serious tone that made you freeze. “Joe.” Silence followed then a sigh. “I don’t think it’ll happen.”

 Finally you moved the rest of the way downstairs. Ben was sitting on the couch, one hand holding his phone the other scratching at his brow. He looked really good, white shirt under a black jacket and black pants. Not overly fancy.

 You stepped closer, allowing the urge to just touch him take over. When your hand grazed the back of his head he shot up. The momentary look of panic was replaced with that soft look you’d become familiar with.

 “Joe, mate. I gotta go. Yes. I will.” The moment the call ended he stood up, looking you over. “You look beautiful.”

 You patted his chest. “You don’t look so bad yourself. You alright?”

 “Hm? Oh. Yeah. Joe was just pestering me about you. Speaking of.” He reaches for you hand, spinning you away a little before pulling you back. “Let’s send him a picture.”

 “You just really love fucking with him don’t you.”

 He led you to the mirror, pulling you close and smiling. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it, babe.”

 “Maybe a little.” You laughed, just as Ben snapped the picture. But before you could see it your mom came in.

 “Ohh!! You two look lovely! Let me get a picture.” She ran to the kitchen, returning with her phone held up. After a few pictures she made another request. “Love it. Ben, give her a kiss.”

 You gave him a wide eyed look. “Don’t feel like you need to.” You said through a smile, hoping your mom couldn’t hear. But secretly hoping that he would kiss you.

 He shrugged, raising an eyebrow slightly while pursing his lips. You raised your brows, noticing him slowly moving closer, as if giving you the opportunity to turn your head. But you didn’t. You slowly moved closer to him, watching as he smiled slightly, looking from your eyes to your lips. And then you were kissing.

 His lips were soft on yours, and the taste of mint lingered from when he brushed his teeth. The hand on your back pushed you a little closer. You could feel your cheeks heating up as you’re lips moved against his. Both of you smiled into the kiss before pulling away. Your lips tingling. Your heart racing. The two of you just looked at each other, probably like goofy idiots. But you were quickly pulled back to the room by your mother.

 “Too cute. Okay. You kids have fun now!” She kissed each of your cheeks then pushed you to the door.

 Ben gave directions while you drove. Along the way you pointed out different places and shared stories. Like the place you had your first kiss, and the place you broke your arm falling from a tree. He listened to every story with a smile, adding some comments here and there.

 “Uhhh.” Ben said, sitting up a bit. “I think you have to park at the end of the block.”

 “That’s downtown for you.” You laughed, pulling into the small parking lot. “I hope it’s not too far, I’m starving.”

 Ben got out and ran around the car to open your door. “Nope it’s just a few doors down.”

 The two of you walked arm in arm, the slight breeze drawing you closer. When you got to the doors you gasped. “No way! This use to be a little pizza place when I was growing up. They closed when I was like fifteen. I’m glad something moved in here.”

 “They have amazing food.” Ben opened the door for you, smiling as you looked around.

 “Lots of birthdays here.” You were really just talking to yourself, but Ben was watching you look around with eyes wide. The red and white striped walls, the red booths, even the little pizza light shades. “They kept everything looking original. This is amazing.”

 Ben lightly took your hand, leading you to a booth near the corner. “Glad this was a good choice.”

 “Yes. There are so many memories here.” You smiled at him. He was looking at you so fondly that you both almost didn’t notice the waiter.  

 He, himself, seemed to be a little star struck when he saw Ben. “I. I’m a-Mike. I’ll be your server today.” He took a deep breath and seemed to regain himself. “What can I start you all off with to drink?”

  After the shock wore off, Mike made sure the two of you had everything you needed. He brought breadsticks and checked on the two of you every few minutes.

 “So, last time I had the Spaghetti Vesuvius. If you like a bit of a kick I definitely recommend it.” Ben offered, pointing at a picture of it in the menu.

 “That does look good. But. I think I’m feeling the fried ravioli.” Even just saying it made your stomach growl.

 After giving your orders, you couldn’t help smiling at Ben. He was eating a piece of bread, but had butter on his top lip.

 “What?”

 You wrapped your napkin around your finger, reached over and gently wiped his top lip. “Sorry.” You pulled back, suddenly quite embarrassed.

 “Thank you.” He laughed, immediately making you feel better. “So. I’ve been meaning to ask. What do you plan to do after graduation?”

 “My current five year plans end goal is to be at a PR Firm. Working with celebrities or musicians. I’m not sure who’s lest dramatic though.”

 “Oi, I’m pretty undramatic thank you.”

 “I’m sure you are.” You laughed as he mocked shock.

 He flicked his straw wrapper at you and clicked his tongue. “Rude. Tell me more about this five year plan.”

 “Well. I made it at the beginning of this year, and so far it’s going well. It’s kinda short though. Graduate, which I will be at the end of the year. Have a good job or at least an entry job. And be in a happy healthy relationship. But that one isn’t as important to me. I’m more focused on career right now.”

 “I think those are good goals. It’s important to have a goal to strive for.”

 You started picking at your bread, feeling a little silly, even though you had no reason to. “After all that stuff with my ex I needed something to motivate me to get my life going again.”

 “Well we wouldn’t have met otherwise.” He winked, alluding to your fake background story.

 Before you could think of a response, Mike arrived with your food. “Enjoy your meal. Please let me know if you need anything.”

 Your first bite was unbelievable. It was perfectly crisp while still being soft and full of delicious flavor. You and Ben didn’t speak for a few moments, just enjoying the food. Finally, you broke the silence.

 “So. I’ve got a question for you. If you could hop on a plane right now, where would you go?”

 He nodded, finishing his bite before answering. “Somewhere warm. Maybe Fiji. The boys and I took a trip there right after wrap and spent a few days just relaxing on the beach.”

 “It’s been awhile since I’ve been to the beach. That sounds like the perfect place to go.”

 “Just let me know when and I’ll take you.” He smiled that crinkly eyed smile.

 You pointed at him with your fork, a corner of ravioli on the prongs. “I just might hold you to that, Hardy.”

 He quickly leaned forward, his lips wrapping around your fork, stealing the bite from it. “Oh my god. That is fantastic.”

 “Ha. Rude.” You reached over, stealing some of his Spaghetti Vesuvius. A nice heat spread through your mouth with the spices. You closed your eyes as you savored the flavors. “Wow. Alright so next time I’m getting that.”

 “I told you it was good.”

 You stuck your tongue out at him, earning a playful kick. “Okay now watch it.” You kicked back. After another bite you asked another question. “So, after filming, what’s your favorite thing to do to relax?”

 “Hm.” Ben spun some pasta onto his fork, taking his time. After a bite he nodded. “So, this is kinda weird. Please don’t laugh.” You gave a sharp, serious nod and Ben let out a sigh. “Alright. Being around everyone all the time during filming is awesome. But after, I just like to go home, get naked, and watch Netflix for like two days.”

 You let out a choking sound, throwing your hands up in defense. “That wasn’t a laugh I swear! I just wasn’t expecting that to be the answer. But I get it. When I’m all alone I like to be naked too so.” You shrugged.

 “Just have to feel the breeze between your cheeks sometimes.”

 “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

 The two of you finished eating and between bites of the shared brownie pie, you realized something. The more he laughed at your jokes, smiled at you softly, or opened up about himself; the more you couldn’t ignore the growing feeling inside. The way he gave you his undivided attention when you spoke. How soft he looked while looking at you. It all made your heart race, and your stomach feel with butterflies. All those cliché description of love from novels, you were feeling.

 But even though it felt like in the recent days his touches linger a little longer, his lips press a little harder, and his eyes almost never leave you. It was definitely all in your head. You were just projecting your feelings. Tomorrow the two of you would be boarding the train and the going your separate ways. He was a movie star and you were just a small speck in his giant world.

 “Y/N?” Ben’s voice was a bit loud, and when you looked up he was giving you a concerned look. “You alright, love?”

 You cleared your throat, heat spreading across your ears. “Yeah, sorry I just zoned out.” You met his eyes, and he smiled softly.

 “You’re fine, love. Would you take a picture for us?” He asked, motioning to a very nervous looking Mike.

 You nodded, taking Mikes phone and snapping two pictures.

“Thank you so much. You two enjoy the rest of your evening.” He bowed his head and started cleaning the table.

 Ben wrapped his arm around your waist lightly, leading you out the door, but giving you side looks along the way. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

 “I’m fine. Just, a little stressed about getting back into the swing of school.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, but you really didn’t want to share the truth.

 He pulled you a little closer, pressing his lips to your head. “You’ll do fine. Just the rest of the year and it’s off to publicly relationing the world.” His free arm swooped around the air.

 You raised an eyebrow at him. “Has anyone ever told you you’re weird?”

 “Quite a few people actually. But it means the most from you.”

 The two of you laughed and bumped each other around the rest of the way to the car. Ben opened the door with a dramatic bow, and gently closed it once you were inside. The ride home was full of singing and so much laughing that your cheeks hurt.

 When you walked in the house, your mom was snug on the couch, cup of tea in hand, watching tv.

 The moment she saw you she muted the tv. “Welcome back. Did you two enjoy yourself?”

 “Sure did.” You smile at Ben as you joined your mom on the couch.

 “Always a good time with her.” His eyes never left you as he slipped his shoes off. “I think I’m going to shower and head to bed. Goodnight.” He gave your mom a kiss on the cheek, turning to you next. “See you soon, love.” His lips pushed slightly, letting you decide to give him a cheek or your own lips.

 You pushed yourself up, softly pressing your lips to his. “I’ll be up in a little bit.”

 He gave a slight nod, connecting your lips one more time then headed upstairs.

 “Y/N.” Your mother's voice was quiet, almost timid. “I’d like to apologize if I’ve been a bit too much the past few days.” Her hand reached out for yours, gripping tightly. “I’m just so glad to see you so happy. Genuinely happy. That’s all I wished for while you were hurting you know.” Her gaze met yours. “For someone like Ben to come along and show you true love.”

 The guilt hit you like a kick in the stomach. “Mom. I’m, I’m scared.” She might not know the truth, but your feelings weren’t a lie.

 “Oh honey. I know.” She pulled you to her, gently patting your head.

 Your breath was shaky as you willed yourself not to cry. “I really like him, and I’m just so worried that what happened before will happen again. I know he probably wouldn’t, but that fear is still there.”

 “And it might always be. It’s hard to forget something like that happening. But, you’ll know when you find the person you trust who makes you remember how not to feel that way. I’ve seen how he looks at you. Even when you aren’t doing anything. The love that fills his eyes. Y/N, it’s evident enough that he cares deeply for you. And I can see the same look in your eyes.”

 You nod. “I do care a lot for him. But I feel like my anxiety will be too much.”

 “You're never too much for someone who can't get enough of you. And I can tell by his eyes that he can’t get enough of you. Just communicate.” She smooths a hand over your hair, just holding you.

 After a cup of tea and some more cuddles, you told your mom goodnight. When you quietly opened your door, you could help but smile. Ben was sleeping on his stomach, face pressed into the pillow, lips slightly parted. His hair was draped across the pillow and he looked incredibly peaceful. As quiet as you could, you changed in the dark and slipped into bed.

 Just as your eyes started to close, Ben’s hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His soft breaths gently pulling you the rest of the way to sleep.

——

 You woke up with Ben in your arms. His head was on your chest with an arm wrapped snuggle around you. Your hand moved to his head, gently combing through his hair which smelled like your shampoo and was incredibly soft. This was something you’d miss. These few moments before either of you knew the other was awake, just soaking in the warmth of the other.

 Ben gave a soft groan before taking a deep breath. His hand moved, your stomach tightening and you froze when you felt that his hand was slightly under your shirt.

 “M’sorry, love. Didn’t mean to tickle you.” His voice was scratchy with sleep and he didn’t move his hand. “Been up long?”

 You started moving your hand in his hair again. “Not long. Sleep well?”

 “Best sleep in a while.” He lightly rubbed his face into you.

 The two of you sat in silence for a while. Your hands still in his hair and his breaths coming slow. Just when you thought he’d fallen back to sleep he spoke.

 “Has our night been forever frozen on the internet yet?”

 “I'm not sure. I’ll check.” You reached over for your phone, your shirt riding up more and Ben’s hand sliding slightly as you moved. After opening Instagram and going to his page you laughed. “Well some of the pictures are on Instagram.”

 “Which ones?” He asked as he got up, getting his own phone and resting his head on your shoulder to look.

 You covered your now cold stomach and showed him a picture of the two of you walking arm in arm. Then another from across the restaurant and the one of him and Mike. “I bet there’s more on Tumblr.” You switched apps and went to his tag.

 “Anything good? I haven’t been on there in a while.”

 “Oh honey, your tag is always fire.”

 There were more posts, all of them freaking out over who you were and others who didn’t know Ben had a girlfriend.

 “Roger actually texted me about an article. He called you beautiful.”

 “I believe that’s the highest compliment I will ever receive and I will be getting it tattooed on my forehead.”

 Ben laughed. “I’d pay to see that.”

 You patted his chest and kissed his cheek. “Honey you can pay for it. Let’s get some food.”

 Your mom was already up and cooking when you got to the kitchen. The room smelling like pancakes and bacon.

 “I just realized, this is our last morning together.” She turned, a frown on her face as she handed you each a plate. “Oh, I’m already so sad about not hearing the two of you come down the steps in the morning.”

 “I’m already missing my bed honestly. The one at school is awful.”

 Ben smiles at you, a drop of syrup on his chin. “Not too much longer love.”

 You reached around, grabbing his chin and whipping at the syrup. “You’re so messy.”

Grabbing your hand he smirked. “Good thing I have you to help keep me clean.” After kissing your hand he turned to talk to your mom, leaving you to try and calm the warm feeling in your cheeks.

 The rest of the day was spent much like the day before. Spending the last few hours with your parents and Ben, listening to them laugh and get along so well. Before you could blink though it was time to leave.

 Your parents drove you to the station, and walked you to the doors.  

 “You guys will have to try and visit again soon. It was lovely to have you here Ben.” Your mom kissed his cheek, giving him a big hug. “Keep us up to date on your movies.”

 “Thank you for having me. And I will. It was lovely to meet the both of you.” He turned to shake your dad’s hand.

 Your mom gave you a massive hug. “I’m so glad your happy love. Call me when you get home.”

 “I will. I love you.” You kissed her cheek, moved to tell your dad the same, then hand in hand walked in with Ben.

 The walk to your platform was quiet, and the two of you stayed hand in hand, even as you got on the train. He sat across from you like when you first met, his lip between his teeth while looking out the window.

 Finally, the train started moving and your nerves were getting the best of you so you spoke, poking him with your toes. “Where’s your head?”

 “Hm? Oh. I’m sorry. Just thinking about a role that my agent sent me.” His smile didn’t quite meet his eyes.

 “Ooo. What kind of role?”

 “It’s for a movie about secret agents. He didn’t tell me much, just that it's kinda like a Bond movie.”

 “That sounds like fun.” He was working his lip again. “What’s wrong?”

 “I just always get so in my head when the possibility of a new movie comes around. Like I work hard to learn everything I can and need for a movie but there’s always this worry that I won’t be enough.”

 You reached over and grabbed his hands. “Hey, listen to me. You’re not only an amazing person, but you’re an amazing actor. If they don’t choose you, it’s their loss. But remember, there’s always another movie or show. You’ve always got my support.” You brought his hands up to your lips and kissed them, finally earning a smile.

 “Thank you.”

 “No. Thank you. This has been a weird week, but honestly, it’s been an amazing one. You were a very wonderful fake boo.”

 “It takes two.” He laughed, finally his smile was reaching his eyes. “But, it was fun, and your family is awesome.”

 The rest of the ride was spent much like the first ride. The two of you talked and showed each other funny post. You tried to enjoy the possible last few hours with Ben. Even though you were sure the two of you would still be friends no one ever knows how life will go.

 When the train came to a stop you immediately felt sad. Ben grabbed your bags and the two of you made your way off and through the station.

 “I, um, gotta go that way. My roommate is picking me up.” You pointed to the doors across the way.

 He nodded, pointing behind him. “I have to call a cab. Let me know when you make it home?”

 “Yeah. Of course. You do the same. And thanks again for everything. I owe you.” You gently took your bag from his hand, letting your fingers trace his.

 “You don’t owe me anything. I had a wonderful week Y/N.” He stepped forwards, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your head.

 You hugged him back, tight. “Me too. Talk soon.” You pulled away, his hands still on your arm.

 “Definitely.” He gave you one last kiss on your head a turned.

 With a deep breath, you yourself turned to the doors. When you checked your phone, your heart squeezed at the selfie of you and Ben you had set as your lock screen. Your mind was racing through the week. The words your sister and mom had said, the feeling deep inside that you just couldn’t ignore.

 You turned, ready to find Ben, only you bumped hard into someone.

 “Oof, I’m-,”

 “Y/N. I can’t let you leave.” It was Ben. When you met his face his brows were pinched together as his hands went back to your arms. “I can’t let you leave without telling you something. I like you. A lot. Like honestly I might be in love with you. And I know that might sound crazy, but it’s true. The way you laugh, and smile, and say my name. It feels me with so much joy.

 You’re so beautiful and smart and funny and kind. I really enjoy waking up with you. And listening to you talk about what you’re passionate about. I’m blabbering and I know you might not feel the same and that’s fine. I get it. But I couldn’t let you leave here without telling you.”

 You stared at him for a moment, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “Ben. I think I might love you too.” Relief washed over his face as he smiled that beautiful wide smile. “I’ve been juggling these feeling for a few days and I was just about to come tell you the same thing.”

 “Looks like I beat you to it.” He smirked.

 “Shut up and kiss me.”

 “You don’t have to tell me twice.” His hands cupped your face and he pulled you closer, locking your lips together.

 “I’ve never been happier about swiping left on someone.” You laughed as you pulled away. “But this is definitely worth it.” And with that you kissed Ben, your no longer fake boo, again.

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It's Not Destiny Who Chooses

Wrote this last week, and I thought I might share it here too, so ~ 

Long post. 3k, just below the ‘red more’, so I’m adding the Ao3 link in case someone wants it!  Ao3 clicky me

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

Lance squeals when strong arms wrap themselves around his small waist and then he’s laughing as his brother hold him way up above his head.

“Tony! Tony, no! No helicopter!” Lance shouts, giggles escaping his mouth as his older brother continues to spin him around.

“But Lance! Our audience demanded a maiden in distress, didn’t you, guys?” The seventeen years old turns to the small audience a few feet from them, all of their big eyes wide and entranced in curiosity, nodding their small heads at the question, some of them even cheering for the teen.

“Sorry, hermanito, the audience has the last word.” Tony smirks and tickles Lance on the side, earning a loud laugh from the seven-year-old.

“Angie!” Lance shouts in distress, laughing bubbling, making him shake, “Angie, help!”

The twenty-year-old rolls her eyes but smiles softly at her brothers as she makes her way towards the pair. “Okay, alright, Tony, stop tormenting him. It’s almost time for dinner, anyways. Come and help before you continue playing, deal?” She asks, looking down at her brothers before turning towards the small children, “Who is ready for a warm Christmas Dinner, guys?”

The small children cheer louder at her words, most of them raising their hands enthusiastically as some of them stumbled on their own steps to stand up.

Angie giggles fondly at them before she raises her head and her eyes meet a small body on the other end of the room, face hidden from her as he looks down on the ground and rubs his arm nervously, almost as if hugging himself.

It’s not the first time that one of the kids in the orphanage they volunteer at is closed off or distant. Christmas is always a hard time for orphanages, especially for the kids. Angie understands that, she’s been volunteering along with her family most of her life, and she had been so good to befriend and include every single kid back when she was their age.

Now, at age of twenty, it’s difficult for kids to confide in her easily. It’s no one’s fault, it’s just a clear line between adult and kid and sometimes it’s difficult to find a common ground.

Angie purses her lips, deep in thought, before a body crashes into her middle. She huffs out of surprise before she looks down and the bulb inside her head lights up as soon as her little brother’s blue eyes look up at her.

“Ups, sorry!” Lance says, rubbing the back of his neck.

Angie waves him off and she kneels down quick to grab her little brother’s arm as he was about to follow the small crowd behind her.

“No, wait, Lance,” She calls, moving her head around until she caught her brother’s eyes. Angie nods once she decides he’s paying attention to her before she continues, “Do me a favor? You see that kid over there?”

She points with her head subtly and she wants to facepalm herself when her brother turns around abruptly towards the direction and screams his concerns.

“Angie, why is that kid all alone? Is he sad? Why is he sad? It’s Christmas! Does he know it’s Christmas?” He questions with a small pout, not pleased that someone wasn’t having fun like the rest of the party.

Angie hushes him quietly. “Well, I don’t really know, buddy. Maybe he doesn’t like partying?”

“But why is he alone?” He asks, tilting his head to the side in confusion and Angie pushes his bangs out of his face.

“Maybe because he needs a friend?” She suggests, shrugging her arms and giving him a small push with a smile, “Are you up on being a friend, buddy?”

Lance blinks before he beams and nods his head. Angie laughs at her brother’s enthusiasm and drops a quick kiss to his temple.

“That’s my Lance.” She praises softly before she pushes him gently towards the kid, “Now go. Please tell him dinner is almost done and then it’s time for gifts, alright?”

“‘Kay!” Lance shouts back over his shoulder, making his way. He dodges and avoid the big bodies around the room, mumbling and shouting at the same time quick ‘sorry’s’ when he’s not quick enough.

“Huh,” Lance says out loud as soon as he arrives, standing behind the kid, “You have a mullet! Cool!”

The kid stiffens and he’s quick to turn around, meeting Lance’s eyes for the first time and the brunet doesn’t hesitate to wave at him innocently, offering a big smile.

“Hi! Sorry, I just looking at your hair and it reminded me of my Tio’s hair. He says it’s a mullet with style, and that only cool guys like him have one, but my mama says it’s something only old guys wear. She says my Tio is still living in the eighties, even though he lives like five houses away from us, and there are no streets named like that, but that’s okay! As long as he visits during the weekend, of course! Yours look like a mini mullet though and you are not old –”

“Um,” The kid cuts off, unsure but his posture still tensed at Lance’s presence, “Who are you?”

Lance blinks and then perks up. “Oh, yeah! I’m Lance McClain, hi! I always forget to introduce myself, duh! I’m seven, how old are you? What’s your name? Why are you in the corner? Were you put in timeout? That’s not nice, it’s Christmas!”

“Uh,” The young black haired kid murmurs again, this time narrowing his eyes in suspicion, “I’m Keith Kogane. I’m seven too and I’m here because I don’t like...crowds. There’s too much noise.”

Lance hums. “Oh, well that’s okay! We can play here!” He decides, grabbing Keith’s hand to bring him down to the floor.

“You...you wanna play with me?” Keith asks softly, surprise taking over his face and Lance frowns in confusion.

“Yeah! Why not? You are cool! And you have a mullet, and my uncle said that anyone who has a mullet is cool!”

Keith puffs his cheeks, a soft red color taking over his cheeks as he stick out his lower lip and crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t have a mullet.”

Lance shrugs, smiling playfully. “I see a mullet.”

“It’s not!”

“It is, it is, it is ~!” Lance sing songs, laughing when Keith launches at him, “Ah! Keith, not fair!”

“I win.” Keith declares happily as he hovers above Lance, pinning him against the ground, “You didn’t even try, Lance!”

Lance gasps. “Psh, yeah alright but I could totally win against you in a swordfight!”

Keith’s eyes light up at the words. “I love sword fights!”

The brunet’s annoyance evaporates just like that. “Really!? Oh man, I brought two of my lightsabers, do you wanna play Star Wars?”

“Yes! I wanna be Luke!”

“Okay! And I will be Han Solo!”

“But Han Solo doesn’t have a light saber.” Keith says bemused and Lance waves his hands off.

“He’s Han Solo, he does what he wants.”

Keith shrugs, accepting the reason.

“Be right back, I’m going to get them!” Lance says, jumping on his feet before crossing the entire room in a flash. It’s not five minutes later when he comes back, panting hard but a big grin on his face.

“Okay, so you want blue or red?” He asks and Keith points at the blue one, “Nice! That’s my favorite but I can share, because I like you.”

Keith’s chubby cheeks flush at the blunt confession but he smiles back at the brunet. “I like you too, Lance.”

“Cool! I can’t wait to tell my Tio I have a Mullet friend!”

They end up playing for half an hour, going on and on about different scenarios for their adventures in space. At some point, they both decided that Star War was boring and moved on with Space Explorers, two young astronauts who find a legendary castle that inside hold the Universe’s biggest weapon.

“The Princess was alone inside the castle, yes? And then we come in and rescue her and then she gifts us with two powerful lions!”

Keith opens his mouth in wonder. “Okay, but like, are they she-lions?”

“Of course they are she-lions!” Lance answers, “Mine is name Blue!”

“Oh, mine is Red, then!”

“We are going to be like, Space Partners!”

“Yes!”

Mr. McClain chuckles under his breath as he watches his son continue playing with the young orphan. He walks towards his wife and settle the plates he was carrying near her, nodding when she mumbles a soft ‘thank you’.

“Have you seen this?” He wonders, tilting his head back to where his son is playing.

Mrs. McClain pauses and turns around, her smiles turning soft and loving at the sight. “He has always had that charm to make friends.”

Mr. McClain nods proudly. “That he does.” He murmurs before he cups his hands, “Lance, son, please come closer! It’s time for dinner. Bring your friend with you, alright?”

“Okay, Papa!” The seven years old shouts back, not wasting any time before he grabs Keith’s hand and drags him along, “Come on, Keith!”

Dinner is warm and comfortable. Lance and Keith sit together on the kid’s table, the rest of the party forgotten for them as Lance goes on and on about their Lions and their special abilities and nods when Keith inserts his own two cents on the matter.

Soon, it’s time for the presents and Lance stands on the back with Keith as he watches his family giving out the gifts they had brought for the kids.

Lance bites the inside of his cheek, hesitating for a second.

“I will be right back.” He tells Keith before he walks towards his mama. Lance purses his lips, taking a deep breath and then he tugs his Mama’s jeans, catching her attention.

Mrs. McClain looks down at her child. “Yes, sunshine?”

“Mama, can I choose a gift for my friend?” He asks, innocently pointing towards Keith.

Mrs. McClain puts his pointing down but her gaze is firmly placed on the small seven years old in the middle of the ocean of children, shifting nervously under his feet as all the kids open and play with their new toys.

Mrs. McClain’s heart melts at the sight. She doesn't hesitate to crouch down at her child’s height and she smiles proudly at him.

“Of course, amor.” She says, patting him on the cheek tenderly, “Be sure to choose wisely, okay?”

Lance nods with a grin and then looks down the big bag her mama puts in front of him. It actually takes him ten seconds before he shouts in surprise and dives into the bag.

“This one!” He announces loudly and Mrs. McClain allows herself to take a quick look at the box in her son’s arms before she nods approvingly.

“Nice choice, sunshine.”

Lance giggles. “Thank you, mama!”

“Now go, your friend is waiting for you.” She says, smiling knowingly as she easily catches the not so subtle glances the small black haired child keeps making towards their direction.

Lance nods before he turns around, waving the box in the air proudly. “Keith! Keith, I got your present!”

Keith eyes snap open at the words, red taking over his cheeks, almost resembling his long sleeve sweater he has on. “Um, what?”

“A present, Keith!” Lance repeats kindly, smiling with excitement, “And I got the perfect one! I hope you like it! Merry Christmas, Keith!”

The seven years old stares, almost dumbfounded at the small box Lance pushes against his chest. He looks up, meeting Lance’s bright blue eyes and the brunet limits himself to nod at him, urging him to open it.

He starts opening the box slowly but soon enough, a smile creeps into his face and then he’s grinning, matching Lance’s enthusiasm.

“Woah.” He whispers in awe when he takes out a small red plastic guitar, the strings a little loose at the touch and the color is a little faded but Keith falls in love with it at first sight.

“It used to be my brother’s, but he said he didn’t want it anymore because he got a new one.” Lance says, hopping on the couch behind them and patting his right side, “Come on! I can teach you, if you want. Tony taught me my favorite song.”

Keith climbs the couch and settles himself besides Lance, guitar still close to his chest like something precious. “Okay.” He whispers, smiling sheepishly.

Lance smiles back and takes his pale hand, placing the guitar correctly on Keith’s lap before he starts moving Keith’s fingers with his own.

“It starts like this,” He whispers softly before he starts singing, “Estrellita, donde estas. Me pregunto quien seras.”

It’s not the humming that catch his attention, it’s the lullaby itself.

Lance stops short on his tracks, head turning around out of curiosity and his eyes widen at the sight of another student, sitting cross legged under a tree near the campus’ green area.

He can’t see their face, but there’s something familiar on the way their shoulders move and how their fingers caress the guitar on their lap, gently and yet with a purpose.

The stranger continues to hum the lullaby’s melody under their breath, no lyrics in the air but it feels oddly familiar, having in mind that it’s not that common to hear your childhood lullaby out of nowhere in the middle of your campus’ area.

He’s about to shrugs his shoulders and continue his way when he notices the mullet.

Lance pauses, smiles and prays to God he’s not about to make a fool of himself.

He makes his way towards the guy, ice tea still on his hand as he stands beside him quietly and he tilts his head to the side, enjoying the music coming from the musician’s fingertips. Lance waits until the guy is done playing before he speaks up.

“Keith Kogane?” He asks with a wary smile and he almost jumps when the guy’s head looks up at him abruptly.

“Uh,” Keith lets out dumbly, blinking confused before he continues, “Keith Shirogane-Kogane, actually.” He replies, almost in automatic before he narrows his eyes, “And you are…?”

Lance beams and raises his hand. “Lance McClain, nice meeting you again.”

Keith stares at the hand and then something shifts in his gaze.

“Lance McClain?” He repeats slowly, and the brunet nods.

“Yeah! I mean, I know it’s been a long time but I used to volunteer at Shack Street Orphanage when I was young and there was this one Christmas, my first time volunteering, that I met a kid and,” Lance hisses under his breath, internally wincing when the guy’s eyes just get wider and more confused than before, “And now I’m thinking I’m an idiot and I’m rambling now because I probably got this wrong and I’m making a fool out of myself, but you look a lot like a kid I knew back then, and I taught him like, ‘twinkle twinkle’ with a plastic guitar, yes, I’m that talented, but I never saw him again and – yeah, okay, should I stop talking? I should. I am. Shutting up now.”

They stand in silence, Lance still shifting nervously on his feet while Keith puts his guitar down, eyes never leaving Lance’s. Then, he smiles, growing into a grin, and soon after he’s barking laugh, arms around his stomach as he shakes.

Lance just stares and then he pouts, a small flush taking over his cheeks.

“Okay, no need to laugh.” He huffs and makes a move to leave but Keith is quick to stop him.

“No, no! I’m sorry, I’m just – You’re Lance! Parrot Lance! I mean, sorry, shit! It’s just that, the rambling, man! I remember the rambling.” Keith says, taking a deep breath to control himself, “I’m so sorry, I’m just surprised because, damn, I never thought I would see you again?”

Keith hums, shaking his head in disbelief, still incredulous at the turn of events. “I mean, it’s such a wild concept that I would meet the very same person who helped me find my passion in music because he gave me a plastic guitar the Christmas before I was adopted, again! I’m just...woah, you know?”

“Tell me about it!” Lance shouts back, chuckling and flopping himself on the ground besides Keith, pulling his knee up, “I can’t believe you actually continued playing. I mean, the plastic guitar wasn’t even tuned, you know? The sound it made still haunts my dreams.”

Keith shrugs, his smile never leaving his face. “It got stuck in me, I guess. I liked it.”

“Aw, was I special to you, Mullet?” Lance jokes, easily falling into a familiar banter with the black-haired man, his grin only growing when Keith shoves him on the arm.

“Psh, you wish!” He shouts back.

“It’s actually...really nice to meet you again, Keith.” Lance confesses quietly, nudging him on the shoulder.

Keith smiles. “It’s a nice turn of events, I have to admit.”

“It sure is.” Lance muses, “Okay, but now you gotta tell me about what happened after that Christmas. My best buddy disappeared right after we were about to save the Princess, what the heck, Keith!”

They chat for a few minutes, words flowing easily as the first time they met. Keith goes on about how he got adopted and was brought as the youngest member of the Shirogane Household just before New Year’s Eve. He told Lance about how he kept the red plastic guitar even after his adoption and how he practiced the same song he taught him over and over again until his parents decided to sign him up for lessons.

“I even taught my brother, Shiro, to play it.” Keith says.

Lance arches an eyebrow, smiling knowingly. “Did you make him learn it with the plastic guitar?”

Keith winks and smirks mischievously. “You bet.”

Then it’s Lance talking. He goes back on the different years he went volunteering, always on the lookout for his friend but never having any luck. The tell Keith about how he still goes to Orphanages, in between the school year, whenever he has time to hang out with the kids. Lance offers to bring Keith with him one day.

Keith easily agrees.

“Okay, alright, I know this might sound insane but,” Lance pauses, shaking his cold beverage in the air, “My friends and I are going to hang out at my best friend’s dorm right now, you know, chilling and video games, probably a pizza. Maybe you wanna join us, Keith Shirogane-Kogane?”

Keith pauses before he smirks. “My mom told me to never leave with strangers, you know.”

Lance gasps out loud, hand over his chest for dramatic effect. “How dare you, Keith! We’re childhood friends!”

“I don’t think spending one Christmas’ eve together when we were seven counts as childhood friends.” Keith replies flatly.

“It’s close enough, though.” Lance challenges and he smiles in victory when Keith’s mouth twitches upward.

The black-haired man laughs and shrugs, faking being nonchalant. “Sure, why not. Lead the way, Lance McClain.”

“Alright, you better prepare, man, because I’m going to swipe the floor with you!”

“Hah! You wish, McClain! You wish!”

“Okay, but should I be worried that you recognized me even after fifteen years apart?” Keith teases, narrowing his eyes in suspicion as he looks up at Lance, point at the brunet with the end of his pizza.

Lance scoffs and waves his hand off at him, leaning down to grab another slice from the box. The shouts of his two best friends get louder on the background, still on their own game competition but Lance just scootch closer to Keith as he replies, not wanting to raise his voice.

“Please, man. I could recognize that mullet from space.”

Keith frowns, his lower lip out in a pout and Lance can easily picture him with the chubby flushed cheeks, bigger eyes and small scrunched nose he used to have almost a lifetime ago. “Not a mullet.”

Lance hums and takes a bite from his own pizza.

“Once a mullet, always a mullet!”

Keith flips him off with a smile.