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kiraakirana · 4 years

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a place to start - h. kakashi

It has been a few days since the construction next to Y/N's house started. Day and night was filled with hammering sounds, and to make it worse, it was right next to her bed. As a result, she couldn't sleep for days. Kakashi, who had been one of her longest friend, noticed how restless she was because she couldn't perform up to her usual standard during missions.

"What's up with you these days?" he asked while sitting down next to her.

"I haven't slept in days. The construction next to my house continues even at night, damn it," she replied groggily, resting her dizzy head against the tree trunk.

It was a few minutes before Kakashi opened his mouth to speak again but this time, he said something truly out of character, "Want to stay by my place?"

Y/N slowly processed his words and turned his head to look at him questionably, eyebrows furrowed. "I mean, it's okay if you don't want to. It's just that you have low iron or something right? It could take a toll on the success of the mission if you're sick."

Y/N bursted out laughing, hearing Kakashi trying to explain himself while scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "You know, that was so out of character. You're such a private person so this is kind of new. Anyways, thanks, Kakashi. I'd drop by your place tonight."

So that was how Y/N end up on Kakashi's bed while he lied on the couch. It had been an hour since she laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling because no matter how tight she close her eyes, she couldn't put her mind at ease. She saw Kakashi reading his book and sat up. "Kakashi, why don't you just sleep next to me?"

"Huh?"

"Sleep next to me," she said, patting the empty space next to her, "I feel kind of bad if I sleep here and you on the couch. I'm not a messy sleeper, so you don't have to worry about being knocked over," she grins, tucking her messy hair behind her ears.

"Are you sure about that? I'm fine with being here, you know. I usually don't sleep anyway."

Noticing how Kakashi seemed set on his decision of not moving, Y/N walked to him and linked her arm to his, dragging him to the bed. "If I'm with you, you have to sleep. You're going to die from your lack of sleep someday if you keep doing that."

"Is that even possible?"

"I don't know," Y/N said, laughing a little. Kakashi chuckled and ended up sitting next to her, a book on his hand as she drifted off to sleep. When Y/N woke up an hour later to check on Kakashi, she saw him sleeping peacefully. Not used to seeing Kakashi like this, Y/N smiled to herself. She knew Kakashi suffers from insomia due to everything that happened in his past. She can't help but worry about him most of the time, despite knowing how much of an excellent shinobi he is. Therefore she was glad to see him in such tranquility, it's the least she could do.

It was around 2 in the morning when Y/N heard Kakashi's heavy and irregular breathing. He was sitting up straight with his hand covering his face. "Kakashi, what happened?" she asked worriedly as she sat facing him.

"Sorry," he whispered weakly, "I woke you up, didn't I?"

Y/N has lost all her rationality and didn't think about it when she pulled him in for a hug, resting her head on his shoulder. She ran her fingers through his white hair soothingly, "Shh, nevermind that." She pulled him closer so that they could share her body warmth since she noticed how cold he was, "It's okay, now. I'm here," she calmly said.

She knew it had to be one of his mental breakdown from a nightmare he must've had. She knew from the longest time that Kakashi was always suppressing his emotions. In a way, they're the same. They both had no one to confide into. She knew how lonely that feeling is, so now that she's here, she didn't want Kakashi to feel go through that alone. She often wished that she has someone by her side during her nervous breakdown, therefore she wanted to be there for Kakashi.

She also knew loneliness is hard to erase, especially if you had been so used to it. But if her presence could make even the slightest difference in his life, then she's willing to do whatever it takes, no matter how long.

She felt Kakashi shivering so she started drawing small circles on his back to calm him down. Once she felt that he had regained his regular breathing, she pulled him away as she stared into his eyes and unmasked face, hands resting on his shoulder.

She started caressing the scar below his eye and gave him a smile. "Kakashi, please know that you're not alone. I will always be with you when you need me, you don't have to shoulder your pain alone, you know. I'm willing to share it with you.

And your past, we both know we can't change them. They make us who we are. In other words, past is bittersweet. But despite everything, despite what your past may be, I'll accept you for who you are. Because the present you has become very important to me," she took a deep breath as she studied his face which he kept hidden from everyone. "And more than everything in the world, I don't want to lose you. So, thank you, for surviving until now."

The next thing she did was something done unconsciously and without much thinking about the consequences it may bring. She rested both of her palms on Kakashi's cheeks and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on the scar below his left eye.

Realizing what she had done, she dropped her hand and hung her head embarrassedly, "I'm sorry." It was also an effort to hide her blushing cheeks because she was feeling hot all over. Has she lost her mind? What on earth was she thinking?

Kakashi suddenly grabbed her hand and brought her closer. There was almost no space between them. Her heart was beating like crazy. She was afraid that he could hear the loud beatings because then he would know how much she's in a disarray right now.

Kakashi looked at her eyes in a way he had never before. There was a hint of gratefulness and determination in his eyes before they dropped to her lips. He leaned in and kissed them slowly but immediately pulled away as he wasn't sure if she wanted it or not.

Y/N who felt her knees went weak, was sure she could turn into a puddle of water at any given minute. She turned her head away, trying to hide the rosy tint of her cheeks. Kakashi dropped his head on her shoulder and said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

Surprised because he seemed to misunderstand, Y/N grabbed his shoulders and brought her hands to his cheeks before pulling him in for another kiss. This one to reassure him, that she too, felt the same way. For a very long time now, to be honest. But it was today that she finally came into peace with how she was feeling, no longer in denial about it and no longer trying to refuse it.

It was another short kiss. She was nervous and she wasn't exactly experienced on kissing. Kakashi on the other hand, was a very experienced kisser. He knew exactly how to put butterflies in her stomach (an in other areas as well, lol jk).

They pulled away for a second. Registering everything that had happened. Deciding that they both want more since those two short kisses don't seem to pay for the amount of years that they've both spent liking each other in secret, Kakashi leaned in and once he's close enough, Kakashi whispered, "Thank you, Y/N," before kissing her again. This one is long and passionate. She swore to God she could feel Kakashi saying 'I love you' against her lips. Damn, her head's in a frenzy and she felt her entire body heating up.

Still feeling very shy, once they pulled away from each other, Y/N buried her head in the crook of Kakashi's neck. She was a blushing mess. What she didn't know was Kakashi also has the same tint on his cheeks. They both ended up laughing while still embracing each other. Praying to God or whoever it is above to stop the time for a while.

She didn't know what she has done to earn herself a very precious person. Kakashi who was always followed by the shadow of loneliness and thinking he's going to be alone for the rest of his life, questioned himself if he truly deserves such a goddess who loves him for everything that he is.

"I promise I'll always stay with you."

It was a place to start. For the both of them who finally found light in their darkness.

- A/N: I just watched a bit of Kakashi's backstory since I'm still on season 6 of Shippuden, but I can't imagine the pain he goes through at such a young age. I feel like despite Kakashi trying his best to discard his emotions, he'd still be really fragile and nothing comforts him more other than reassurance and appreciation (as much as he hates to admit it). He can be really soft when he finally lets his guard down with the person he trusts (and believe me it takes tons of years for this man to open up but once he does, he'd turn jelly around you and becomes a big puppy who just wants to cling around you) or in other words, turns into a completely different person who craves affection. Ok that's too long for an author note lol. bye guys.

oh and i found the picture on pinterest but i couldn’t find the artist so you can notify me if u know who the artist is and i’ll credit them!

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shozaii · 4 years

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Hi! Just read your hawks fic, for a long time and i was wondering if you could do one for bakugo? I just feel down at the moment and need some comfort. Thanks so much! Love you and your work 😘😘😘

ello, love! i’m so sorry you’re feeling down at the moment, and i really do hope you do get some comfort after reading this oneshot of the baby boy! take care and love you too!

thank you for requesting ❤❤

( @svnseovl ❤🥺)

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pairing: bakugou x reader

warnings: very very little angst and one curse word..?

you threw your school bag aside, plopping down onto the bench nearby the dorms. it was far away from the main door, so you weren’t exactly worried about anyone getting a glimpse of you here.

right?

“every single time,” you sobbed in between your words.

in your clutch were crumpled up papers that you had received from your homeroom teacher earlier. you were expecting better results than the first test, but it looked like destiny said something else.

something else, being, you flopping the test you were pretty confident in. it was your favorite subject. but when a surprise test was announced, you weren’t too happy about it.

this made you feel so pointless. like there was nothing left to do.

hero training got in your way that week, and you promised yourself to at least read a paragraph from any one of your textbooks. but to no avail. your body was yearning for lots of sleep. your nerves couldn’t handle the pile of homework that was coming in.

your boyfriend even told you to rest, before stress overtook the best of you.

and you wished you listened to him earlier. from the very start.

sometimes you even wondered how you got with katsuki. good grades, good looking, good quirk, everything.

with all that in mind and soul - you continued letting all of your tears out, feeling defeated and lost. you didn’t want to worry katsuki whatsoever. he was probably busy with his stuff, so why call him now and rant everything out?

but what was he there for you for?

no, y/n. stop it. that’s only gonna make you look weak in front of him. just-

“oi, babe. there you are,” you heard a soft, gruff voice amongst the bushes.

“katsuki...?” you blinked, then realising you were still crying. “w-what are you doing here?”

“you went missing. of course i had to find you - your eyes are red.”

“yeah! just lost lots of sleep.”

“nah, don’t give me that. i rarely seeing you have ‘em when you don’t sleep.”

“seasons change...?” you plastered a huge grin. boy, did that hurt.

“y/n. what’s that?”

“um...,” you finally gave in, sighing loudly. “alright, katsuki. they’re my test papers.” a huge lump formed in your throat. “i flopped them.”

his ruby red eyes softened. “oh.” katsuki then walked over, sitting right next to you. “willing to tell me more, maybe? you’re not acting the same since a week ago.”

“huh. you noticed.”

“babe. we’ve been together for so long. how would i not know?”

it was uncontrollable this time. your tears finally showed themselves in front of him as you continued from where you left off.

he was in complete and utter disbelief. his s/o breaking down? no. he needed to fix this. and he was going to go all out.

he rubbed his hand behind your back, going around in circles. second after second, his heart was shattering ever so terribly.

he has seen you cry, but the last time was for fallen donuts.lots of the bakusquad members nearly got their faces burnt off because they were laughing.

“you weren’t asking, so i didn’t want to let my guard down. i just feel completely useless up to this point - that’s why i thought it wouldn’t matter anyway.”

“let your what? y/n, why the heck would you keep your ‘guard’ or something around me?” he did quotation marks in the air. “you should have your emotions, and i have mine, too.”

“you were busy, too. how was i supposed to disturb you and-,”

“wait, i’m not done. useless? why would you think that you’re useless?”

you could tell katsuki was really broken by your words, as you sat upright, looking right at him. his facial features softened. his lips stretched out into a thin line.

“whoever that thinks that you’re useless are dumbasses themselves. so many months and memories spent with you and i don’t think you’ve ever showed me that quality. you have your own set of emotions which i adore from the bottom of my heart. i don’t want anyone to tell you to change them - because if you do, your benefits of being someone perfect would just jump out the window.”

he held your hand and placed them on his chest.

“let me tell you this, y/n. my first meeting with you, and i had no idea who you were, how you even decided to talk to this person, anything. those times flew by so fast, and we’re here, together. but somewhere in between, did i realize you were top priority.”

a tear trickled down your cheek, but he was quick enough to wipe it away from your thumb.

“i know my partner real well. your emotions are exotic. all the people i’ve seen in my life and only you stand out. yes, i did see the changes. no, i didn’t ask. if i did, the only thing you’d tell me is that you were fine. i didn’t want to assume any worst-case scenarios, either.

but here we are. and i thought i was only making things better by not doing so. i’m sorry.”

for the first time in your life, you felt colors burst out of nowhere, flowing into the black and white areas of your deserted hopes and dreams. the colors gave off a vibrant stance, but those were just the love of your life - the epitome of your dreams - bakugou katsuki, looking right into your soul, telling you to get out of the pit, and start flying.

“katsu.....,” you placed your head on his shoulder, and wrapped your arms around his sides. “i love you so, so much.”

a weight on your shoulders slowly begin to lift off as you took a whiff of fresh air; also inhaling his caramel scent.

it did help you out. he did help you out.

katsuki responded to the hug by leaning his head on yours, to then placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “i love you too,” his voice turned small and soft.

“the sun’s setting.”

“mm. woi, at least let me help you with your homework. stop wrecking your brain every night and let your boyfriend be with you.”

“oooo, my man is good at changing subjects.”

“i- sure. where’s my answer?”

“of course it’s a yes, dummy.”

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(a/n): bakugou is soft, y e s.

hawks version here!!

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enha-woodzies · 4 years

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➸ CHAPTER 2 | " TEA IS SPILLED "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 1.8k

taglist: @serendipitysung (again, thank u for beta reading this chap) @angeljungwon @en-sun @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix @fluffi @gyeraniee @miffythoughts

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In a family of four, the grand manor is typically too massive of a place to frolic about considering the children are, now more than ever, entering the wobbly world of adulthood. Lady Park isn't at all saddened, not even the slightest, of the lack of silly beings bouncing around the halls. Her three blissful children are more than enough to fulfill the abundance needed to fill up these wide walls of comfort.

With wild banters resonating from the top floors to the angry cries of frustration and bullets being fired in the grassy yard, boisterous laughters even in the parlour and magnificent tunes from the pianoforte in the lobby, who would've thought the widowed lady only has three creatures in the solace of her household?

But of course, despite the few kiddos giddily leaping around and about the toughly cemented abode, the house never once lacked a single servant happily offering their services to the ever most humble aristocratic family. They rather consider it as the greatest honor to have even worked in this clan as they, amongst the fewer fews, have exuded nothing but kindness, generosity, and upholding of such exquisite manners despite their highly-acclaimed titles and places in Northumberland’s high-class society.

It’d be a blessing to be affiliated with the three children and whoever be so lucky to earn such fortune is very favored in life indeed. One would say they and the Yang family have always been the highly influential clans even of late and who wouldn't dare say? The two rich families have been one of the greatest friends of the city. Even their children could almost pass as siblings due to the tight-knit bond they shared over the years. Kindred spirits, I dare say.

This season will duly prepare the fine and charming jewel of the family, Lady Y/n, as the debutante’s ball is coming up briefly. A day well spent in the modiste is a woman's dainty bliss as the perfectly sewn dress is finally ready for appealing suitors and the royalty herself, the Queen.

“You look nothing more than gorgeous, sister. Madame Fleur has outdone herself again with another splendid piece.” Jay, the eldest of the family, pinches the silky fabric while gently pulling it upwards to gain better access to the dress’ features.

“Thank you, Jay. Although I admit, the measurements in the waist are a bit funny.”

“I wouldn't doubt that. It is Mother’s liking to keep your corset tight and deadly.” The eldest rubs his chin in contemplation. “Rest assured if you need any assistance in loosening that wretched piece of torture, Niki and I will be of help at the ball.”

“Again, brother, thank you. And speaking of help, where's Niki? He was supposed to help me with my waltz today.”

"I have no idea. Last I saw him he was with Daniel. Shouldn't he be home by now?"

Without any warning, the youngest comes dashing into the parlour like a carefree prince who just had the best slumber of his life.

“I’m right here. Forgive me, dear sister, for my unannounced absence in today's dance practice. I shall have you know, the Duke’s son sent us an invitation this morning. One that Daniel and I,” the two eldest eye him suspiciously, awaiting a usual remark whenever the topic is about the marquess. “refused to reject… surprisingly.” Niki clicks his tongue before proceeding to join his siblings on the cushioned couch.

“Shocker. Tell me, brother, was your day positively horrific?” Jay sarcastically huffed. “Oh, you don't have the slightest idea.” The two boys joined together for a rather boisterous laugh that made the only lass cross her arms as she sits between the two brothers.

“How’s life treating Park?” Jay questions. “Oh, you know. The usual. Living in luxury as well as wasting it away. He seemed more ashen lately.” Niki downs a glass of water that was resting on the coffee table.

After a few more barbs and laughs against the Duke’s only son, Y/n decides to butt in as time’s a wastin. “Apologies for the intrusion, but it’s necessary for me to rehearse for the dances I might have in two days' time, unlike you two who are accustomed to sweeping girls off the dance floor. Come, Niki, before mother sees me to bed.”

In the middle of an exhausting rehearsal with his sister, Niki sits down on the edge of Y/n’s bed with both hands leaning on the mattress. “You could've asked Jay.” he mutters under his breath.

It's not that the boy was complaining to teach waltz, it was more of trying to keep himself away from social interactions for the time being as he felt the need to mope again after a long while.

“True, I could have. But I haven't seen you wandering about the house today. Except this morning when I was awakened by your harsh firing in the garden.” Y/n looks over her shoulders to give a playful glare at the nearly knackered, blonde-haired lad. “How was your day, Riki?”

“Don’t call me that.” He hisses.

“Must I remind you that I was the one who wiped your tushy when you were a tiny bum and I also-”

“Oh you must, mustn't you?” Niki throws his hands in the air in vexation. But his sister could only smile at him in a manner that he couldn't argue any further. “Fine. We did fencing today, with the Duke’s trophy of a son.”

“You know, I never understood your hatred towards that man. I envy Jay, honestly. He gets to listen to your burdens about the marquess and console you."

“Soon, sister. The story’s very… profound.” Niki lazily plops his body back on the fluffy mattress with both hands at the back of his head.

“You mean the feelings behind that story?”

“You're too keen on unearthing this from me, aren't you? You clever bean.” Niki smirks at his sister’s antics.

“Anything to have my little brother confess. I am your most favorite sibling after all, am I not?” Y/n intertwines her fingers with her brother’s and seals it with a comforting kiss right on his thumb.

“Whatever it is, no matter how inexpressible or profound it may be...”

“Thank you, Y/n. I’m going to miss these melodramatic moments with you.” The lass scoffs at Niki’s almost sweet words. “It's not like I’m guaranteed marriage this season.”

“Oh but mother will do anything to try and get you married. That's guaranteed right there. Although Jay will be meddling at most in choosing a husband who's fit enough for you. But whoever that lucky chap may be, as long as he makes you happy, he already has my blessing.”

“Do you think Jungwon will ask someone's hand this season?” Y/n joins her brother on the bed as they both stare at the ceiling in deep ponder. Niki gulps at the very sudden question from his sister, but he shrugs it away as he recalls a distant memory of her and Jungwon frequently fighting over twigs and branches when they were nothing but ten.

“Jay can only answer that for you. Why don’t you ask Sunoo? He never misses an opportunity to spill details about his brother to you.”

“But that would be too much, wouldn't it?” Y/n sighs in exhaustion. “I can never get that man to look in my direction.”

“He’d be damned to even try to, especially when Jay’s around. He may be his best pal but Jay has always been very protective about you.”

“Whoever’s the pretty lady to be asked by Jungwon will definitely be the luckiest girl, I bet.”

The boy has all the means to help his sister as he is deeply affiliated with Jungwon’s brother, Daniel. But Niki could only look at her in pity thinking of all the years Y/n has set her heart on the oblivious boy next door, only the latter seems to care less in bearing the lady’s genuine sentiments.

"Yang Jungwon!" A stern voice from a woman in her fifties resonates throughout the lad's powder room.

"Mother." He monotonously mumbled.

"Did I hear it correctly? You're not to dance with anyone at the ball?" With two hands on her waist, the young lord could almost see his mother's vein popping out on her wrinkled forehead.

"I suppose brother spilled the tea, huh? And yes, mother, you heard it correctly."

"Madness! If it weren't for Sunoo's knowledge of this I wouldn't have known. God knows what's going on inside of that brain of yours!"

"Mother, I am not fond of-"

"Nonsense! Not even the daughter of our dearest friend, Lady Park?"

"Most especially not her." Jungwon mutters under his breath.

"Do you even hear the absurdity of your words?"

"Certainly, I do, mother."

"Oh god, oh dear. You're giving me a headache right now." She rubs her temple in utter anxiety followed by a frustrated exhale. Lady Yang fumbles the surface of her dress until she got a handful of its fabric, gripping it upwards to free her steps from the hindrances while turning back from her son to leave him be. Until the eldest shows up from his supposedly brief reading schedule in the pantry.

“Ah! There you are. Talk some sense into your brother will you, dear? I might collapse if I bother to argue even more about his foolishness.” And Lady Yang leaves the two swiftly before they can even utter a word.

“What is it that you've done to mother now?” Sunoo, the eldest, walks slumpily towards Jungwon’s side while half-slamming the book on the marble counter.

“Shouldn't I be asking you that?” Jungwon side-eye him with a sneer.

“She was interrogating me with her unconquerable motherly vexes if you must know. Sincerely, brother, I'm not one to lie. Though, I did try my best.” The younger boy could only scoff at the sassy rebuttal from his brother.

“You could've tried harder. Or maybe, you could've just silenced yourself. Marvelous idea, isn't it?”

“Or maybe, you can put on a little effort to satisfy mother’s hopes even for one night. Brilliant, isn't it?”

Jungwon hisses as he unbotton his puff sleeves one by one with Sunoo looking at him in an almost scorn, pitying his brother for being a complete idiot, not to mention a coward too.

“I’m not a coward if that's what you're thinking. Let’s hear it, what would you have me do, brother?” The younger one looks at his brother’s reflection through the mirror like a brazen knight ready to be thrown into war. With both hands resting on the shiny countertop, he bites his bottom lip with a foreseeable answer in mind.

Sunoo taps the boy’s shoulder before heading to the door to leave him in his fickling decisions.

“Lady Y/n Park. Two dances, brother, then you can pray to spend the rest of your nights in peace.”

Jungwon gulps down followed by a deep sigh the moment Sunoo left the room, like an exhale he’s been trying to hold underwater for over a minute.

He could only hope that those two dances will be the last of it, or he could kiss his peaceful nights goodbye… forever.

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virgojeons · 4 years

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true love (jjk)

summary: you and jungkook spend your first christmas together.

alternatively, a merry love story based on the lyrics of true love by ariana grande.

genre: fluff, humor, college au, established relationship, holiday series, jeon jungkook x reader

word count: 4.6k

warnings: cursing, implied sexual content, excessive use of pet names

wattpad version here, ao3 version here

a/n: well, here i am!! pls be gentle with me, this is the first time ive ever posted my writing on here and ive been debating it for months lmao. i truly truly hope u enjoy!!

on the first day of christmas when you gave me all them kisses, boy you showed me things, come hold me please and never let me go.

"Five days until Christmas and you're still decorating the tree?"

You yelped at the sudden sound of your boyfriend's voice, dropping your over-accessorized ornament and watching helplessly as it shattered against the floor.

Immediately, you whined. "Jungkook!"

Jungkook suppressed a grin at the furrow of your eyebrows and the pout of your lips, kicking his shoes off and tossing his coat onto the couch. He didn't mean to scare you, really. You even knew he was coming over. It's just that you left the front door unlocked (as you always did when he was on his way, despite him constantly scolding you for it) and there was no way you would've heard him come in over the sound of Jingle Bell Rock blaring through the house.

"Sorry, baby," He chuckled, bending down beside you to help pick up the remnants of your best ornament. "I didn't mean to scare you."

You glared at him in between collecting the shards of glass in your hand. "I spent hours making that."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Hot glue gun burns, sparkles stuck on my face and everything."

Jungkook took the pieces of glass from you with an amused look on his face, standing from his kneeling position to toss them in the trash can you had earlier moved to the living room for easy access. "I'm sorry. I'll make you another one."

"It's not the same." You sulked, finding fun in being stubborn and giving him a hard time. It was getting increasingly difficult though, with his rosy nose and ears and that little gleam in his eyes.

It was then that he made his first move of the night, tugging you by your oversized Rudolph sweater so quickly that you had to latch onto his shoulders for leverage with a squeal. His grin only seemed to grow once you were officially in his space, taking notice of your lack of pants and the snowflake stockings that appeared to be in their place instead.

"You don't look too sorry," You chuckled, heart stuttering at the way he was gazing down at you in such close proximity.

Jungkook shrugged, nudging his nose with yours. "I'm just happy."

They were such simple words, but it was the way he said them, the way he looked at you when he said them. You couldn’t lie, the excitement of spending your first Christmas together, completely alone, was incredibly infectious. It was gross and it was corny and everything else you swore you would never be, but you were in love with Jungkook. Devastatingly so. You from nine months ago probably wouldn’t even recognize the present you; a fact that friends, family, and even Jungkook alike loved to tease you about. Cracking the so-called ice queen was a feat to be celebrated, apparently. Whatever. He was yours and you were his so you didn’t quite care about the technicalities of it. Even if the story went a bit differently, in your opinion.

The brutal snow and temperatures of February were beginning to fade into spring when you met Jungkook.

You and Jimin had been attempting to finish your economics homework together in your favorite coffee shop; a hidden treasure that was a ten minute walk from campus and ticked all your aesthetic boxes. You two were sipping from your respective hot drinks, neglecting your heaps of bookwork in favor of discussing the new season of Stranger Things. Jimin was deep into his theory of Hopper still being alive when his eyes flickered to the door at the sound of the bell, widening slightly in recognition before a bright smile took over his face.

"Jungkook!" Jimin called, waving whoever it was over.

You followed his gaze and turned your head in the direction of the entrance, growing curious when the boy walking towards your table wasn't familiar to you. It took you less than five seconds to realize that the boy in question was attractive.

Like, extremely attractive. The kind of attractive that should not be subjected to the way you look right now.

It took you even less time to whip your head back around, glaring at Jimin with wide eyes and a panicked expression.

He met your glare with a confused scrunch of his eyebrows before it slowly transformed into a smirk, quickly catching on to what your pointed look was for. The night before had been a late one. You, like any other normal millennial, had impulse bought a pretty yellow Nintendo Switch solely for the new Animal Crossing game. As soon as it arrived on your doorstep you were retreating into your room, tearing the package open with squeals of excitement.

Maybe you completely lost track of time and played until your eyes were bloodshot and you heard birds chirping outside. Maybe you got an astounding two hours of sleep. And maybe you had fallen asleep without setting an alarm and woke up thirty minutes later than usual.

The details were insignificant though, because you were throwing on a pair of leggings and the first sweatshirt you saw, brushing your hair and your teeth, and hastily sprinting to your car all in record time.

No sleep. No makeup. No breakfast. And worst of all, no coffee.

And so, it was blatantly clear you had no desire to let a boy that beautiful even glance at you in that state, let alone introduce himself. But it didn't look like you had a choice in the matter, because moments later he was towering over your table with a stupidly handsome smile.

Jungkook grinned, reaching out to do that Weird Bro Handshake with Jimin. "Hey, Chim."

You were already plotting various methods of painful revenge in your head.

"Hey, Kook. What are you doing here?"

"I kind of work here," He chuckled. "Well, as of like, yesterday. Today's my first day."

"Oh, so this is the new job you were telling me about," Jimin nodded in realization, then his eyes flickered mischievously to yours. You’re rapidly shaking your head. "You know, this is my friend ___'s favorite coffee spot."

A scowl immediately takes over your face, only to be wiped off and replaced by a sickeningly sweet smile when Jungkook turns his head to look your way. The instant your eyes meet his you quite literally want to melt into the floor.

Jungkook smiles at you. Like, really smiles. "Hey, that's cool. We'll probably be seeing a lot of each other then, right?"

Across the table, Jimin snorts, which only adds to the way your cheeks are absolutely flaming. You send a harsh kick to Jimin's leg as inconspicuously as you can, all while batting your eyelashes at Jungkook.

"Uh, yeah! We probably... will."

Jungkook looks positively amused, but if he notices Jimin rushing to clutch his leg, he doesn't say anything.

"Sweet," He grins again. There's a brief few seconds where you two are just gazing at each other, stupid and shy, until Jimin loudly clears his throat. "Right, well, I should probably go clock in. Let's chill sometime this week, Chim."

"Sure thing." Jimin sings, smugness plastered all over his face.

Jungkook waves, already backing away from the table with his eyes on you. "Nice meeting you."

You feel yourself flush again and you absolutely hate it. "Nice meeting you too."

With a final smile, Jungkook disappears behind the employee doors. The moment he leaves your eyes are screwed shut and you're slamming your head against the table. The silence speaks for itself. You don't even need to see Jimin's face to know that he's either smirking or stifling his laughter.

"Don't." You warn.

"You just blushed," He says anyway. "Like, four times."

"I most definitely did not blush."

"You did. You still are."

"I'm embarrassed!" You wail. "That's literally the only reason why. I look like I got ran over and dragged for three blocks."

"Jungkook sure doesn't seem to think so," Jimin hums, snickering as he sips his coffee.

"Stop."

"He likes you." He insists.

"He was just being polite." You defend.

"That is literally my childhood best friend. I think I would know."

This makes you pause. Then you sigh. "He doesn't even know me."

He doesn’t disagree. But then again, "Not yet."

"Stop trying to play matchmaker, Jimin. He said five words to me," You spoke firmly, exasperated as you downed the final sip of your latte. "Plus, I'm just focusing on me and my degree right now. No distractions."

Jimin knew that you were already worn out, and even though he was mostly joking around, he wouldn’t want to push you any further. He’d drop it.

"Fine. We'll see who's right in the end, though."

For now.

"I will dump that hot coffee over your head."

As it turns out, Jimin was kind of right.

It takes a grand total of four visits to your favorite coffee shop before Jungkook asks you out. The first time you were by yourself, nose buried in a book as Jungkook was clocking in. He wasn't able to speak to you until about an hour later, when the morning rush had passed and you had finally lifted your head from whatever was in that book.

You were honestly dreading facing him again, but you were prepared and actually presentable this time. Also you were kind of starving. And so, you hesitantly approached the counter. Jungkook took your order, both of you all fidgeting hands and sheepish smiles. You mentally patted yourself on the back when you spoke without any real mess-ups, and prayed that the cool girl aura you always tried so desperately to maintain was being transmitted.

Not like you were trying to leave a lasting impression, or anything.

He hand delivered you your coffee and muffin with a beaming grin, all while his new boss glared at him from behind the counter. He didn't have to know that you knew cashiers weren't supposed to serve the food.

The second visit was a few days after. You were with Jimin again, shooting down every jab he made about you only wearing a pretty dress because you knew you would be coming here. Jungkook joined you both during his break. As soon as he untied his apron and sat himself directly across from you, it struck. You knew you were screwed. You just couldn't stop staring at him. The chin in the palm of your hands and sparkles in your eyes type of staring. You would be much more ashamed if you couldn’t see the way he was staring right back. Jimin found this hilarious, of course, and would subtly find ways to connect you two in conversation. You weren't sure if you loved or hated him for it.

It was that visit that Jungkook insisted on sharing his slice of strawberry cake with you, claiming he wasn't that hungry. The both of you were embarrassed, whacking his arm and dismissing him as Jimin complained about being the third wheel. By the end of his break, Jungkook was positively smitten, you were begrudgingly infatuated, and Jimin was awfully smug. He reluctantly said bye to you both, and you were slouching forward with your head in your hands the moment he disappeared from visibility.

Jimin looked extremely pleased. "Believe me now?"

"Focusing on school," You protested. It was a weak one, but. Well.

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" He mused.

And suddenly, you were frantic. Panicking. This was definitely not a part of the plan.

Quickly packing up your things, you groaned loudly. "You. Maybe me. Or both. I can't think in this place anymore."

"You'll be all over each other by next week."

"Shh!" You were childishly covering your ears and speed-walking out of the café.

Try as you might, you couldn't help yourself and returned the very next day after all your classes had finished. Jungkook was already there when you walked in, taking a customer's order but doing a double take and flashing you a smile when you appeared in his line of sight. This visit consisted of nothing but pretending.

Pretending to be studying. Pretending you weren't listening to him take orders just to hear his voice. Pretending you weren't sneaking glances at him. Pretending that the way your eyes kept meeting wasn't making your skin prickle. And you were just fine pretending, until suddenly he was in the seat across from with you his apron off and a steaming hot chocolate in hand. You tried your hardest to remain indifferent, you really did. But then he was pushing the beverage towards you with gentle eyes and his smile hopeful, telling you it was his treat because he noticed how hard you were studying. And then you were melting right along with the marshmallows in that mug.

The two of you talked about your majors, your families, your favorite shows, even Jimin. You asked about his tattoos and he explained them with ease. You also may have pulled out one of the oldest tricks in the book at the sight of his knuckle tattoos, gasping in feigned wonder when you pulled his hand against yours to measure the size difference.

His hand could swallow yours whole and still have some leftover, you discovered. It was a very rewarding experiment.

You made each other laugh and blush down to the very last second of his break. Scarily enough, being in each other's presence was so annoyingly addictive that you found yourself hesitant to watch him leave. You could tell Jungkook felt the same by the way he dragged out his goodbyes. I work again on Thursday, maybe I'll see you then? Your fingers brushed as he softly took the mug from you. It was really fun talking to you. You were biting your lip to keep from smiling embarrassingly big. You look really pretty today, by the way. And then he was off.

You made a strangled noise the second you were outside with your fingers frantically beginning to type a message to Jimin.

promise not to say i told you so :///

Jungkook asked you out on your fourth visit. As soon as you approached the counter, he just blurted it out. As if it was something he couldn't hold on his tongue any longer. You couldn't hear yourself say yes over your brain malfunctioning and the powerful thumping of your heart, but you knew you did. His heartbreakingly gorgeous grin told you so.

On his break, Jungkook brought you a latte with a heart carved in the cream. You just couldn't conceal the coo that escaped you, which quickly resulted in his cheeks reddening.

Cute, you thought.

He quizzed you on your personality and the type of activities you liked to do, admitting that he would use the information to conjure up the best date you would ever go on. Six days later, Jungkook stayed true to his word. Not only was it the best date you had ever been on, but you were completely certain it would ruin any other dates for you moving forward, unless they were with him. Much to your annoyance and also utter delight, you were so sure of Jeon Jungkook and your brief but striking time together that you kissed him. Right on the swings of your favorite childhood playground, first date rules tossed aside.

He was so caught off guard that his eyes expanded to twice their normal size and your teeth banged together. You drew back, slightly mortified and ready to jump to your death from the tallest slide on the playground, but Jungkook was huffing a laugh onto your lips and grabbing your face like it was nothing. Then you two got it just right, and something clicked. The earth fell off its axis and you were rendered breathless and all that nauseating cliché shit you chastised as a myth. And from that day forward, you two were completely, tooth-rottingly, inseparable.

"Easy," Jungkook proclaimed, pecking your lips. "We finished the tree."

He set you back on the floor gently, releasing a dramatic breath of air as if lifting you to place the star on top of the tree had actually winded him. As if he wasn't a muscle pig. You rolled your eyes and told him as much.

"Don't be a baby, muscle pig," You shoved at his bicep, only proving your point further when he didn't move an inch. ‘And I finished the tree.”

Instead, he caught the hand that you nudged him with and pulled your back to his chest, caging you between his arms. "Muscle pig, huh? That's what you think of me, baby?"

You flushed at the teasing lilt in his voice, suddenly very eager to escape his hold. But try as you might, he just wouldn't budge. A loud laugh left your throat as you flailed in his grasp, his muscled arms bulging in the turtleneck you bought him for his birthday a few months ago. Suddenly, you decided that you would be returning it for your own personal peace.

A high pitched whine left your mouth, one that lost all its seriousness once it was drowned out by your giggles. "Jungkook, let go of me!"

You would just not stop wiggling, and Jungkook could not stop laughing. He could live the rest of his life like this, his brain pauses to think. He's so happy.

And when you're thrashing so violently that your heel kicks his pocket with a force that has an object clattering onto the floor, Jungkook has never reacted faster in his life. Instantly your imprisonment is gone, and Jungkook is on your floor in a flash. Your eyebrows draw together at the sight of him scrambling for whatever it is, and all you're able to see is a sleek black case before he's quickly stuffing it back in his pocket.

You're eyeing him when he rises back on his feet. "Feel like sharing?"

Jungkook whistles noncommittally. "Not particularly, no."

There's a drawn-out beat of silence where you're just gazing at each other, neither one of you backing down. And then you're crossing your arms, and he's looking at your nose and your forehead and anywhere but your eyes, and then you're arching an eyebrow. He looks at you and breaks. Defeat.

"It's your present," He lets out a heavy sigh. "Well, the main one anyway."

You positively squeal. "Ooh! Can I see? Please?"

"Baby, it's the 20th."

"Can I have a hint?"

Jungkook blinks. "No, you cannot have a hint."

You're instantly pouting, but Jungkook expects that, because he knows you better than anyone else. Which is why he knows that you're a little spoiled, with a bit of a bratty streak, with just a dash of calculated charm that you use to your advantage to get just about anything you want. He's never seen it as a bad thing. In fact, he finds it cute. A little hot, too, if he's being truthful.

Anyway, he came prepared. Just as you're opening your mouth to no doubt make him spill the surprise, he's hushing you with a bruising kiss to your lips. The kind of kiss that makes you go pliant against him, the kind that makes you make a little noise in the back of your throat. The kind you've been waiting for all night.

It’s the trick that never truly runs its course.

And Jungkook is melting, too. Melting, turning to mush at your very feet, until you're moving backwards and clutching at his shoulders, ready to push him onto the couch.

"Mmm," He's humming against you, before he reluctantly draws back. He lets you chase his lips once, twice, before he chuckles lowly. "Hold on, angel."

You're suddenly feeling warm all over after his kisses, wanting nothing more than to cuddle into him into the couch and feel him next to you. Or maybe above you. With that chain you always tugged on dangling in your face. You really weren't picky.

You watched Jungkook break away from you and rummage through his bag with a frown and a newfound heat at the pit of your belly. "It can't wait?"

Like he said, he knows you, which means he knew kisses alone wouldn’t be able to satiate you nor get you to stop asking questions for the entire week. No matter how mind-numbing they may be.

"One second," He promised, and you definitely counted at least five, but he quickly found what he was looking for all the same. "I brought a surprise. Well, two surprises."

He was holding both of his hands behind his back with this stupid grin on his face. You squinted for a few seconds, suspicious, before breathing out a laugh. "Are you ever gonna show me?"

Jungkook looked way too happy with himself.

"The most important surprise is mistletoe, obviously. Gonna have to find a way to glue it on to the ceiling above your bed." And there was that mischievous little smile that told you he had every intention of carrying that out.

You folded your arms over your body and scoffed. Even if you were trying and failing to keep your lips from quirking up and possibly, maybe finding it a little harder to breathe all of a sudden. "You're unbelievable, Jeon."

He just winked and held up his other hand, pulling a gasp from your lips the second you realized what it was.

"The Polar Express!"

"I had to check like, four different stores in the mall to find it. That's why I got here a little late, by the way. But I thought we could make some hot chocolate like in the movie and watch it together and," Jungkook pauses to think, licking his lips. "There's a 'ride my train' joke in here somewhere but I don't know how to say it."

He's snorting at his own delivery before you are, and once your giggles permeate the air he's invading your space again with a lovesick smile.

"You are the sweetest boy," You praise, holding his pretty face with both hands and peppering small kisses all over it the way he secretly likes. "But you make me sick to my stomach sometimes."

If anything, this makes him smile even wider. "I love you too, baby."

You and Jungkook are in complete darkness besides the light coming from the TV in your room playing Polar Express. His head is on your shoulder with his arm strewn across your waist, and his entire leg slotted between yours. He's soft. He smells like the lavender body soap you keep in your shower. His gentle breaths hit your neck every time he exhales and you're now cliché enough to believe that the heart underneath you beats in tandem with yours.

Both of your stomachs are filled from the takeout he ordered for dinner and the peppermint hot chocolate you made while he was in the shower. You're still mentally replaying the moment he stepped back in your room, towel wrapped around his waist with droplets of water cascading down his body. His prominent abs and tattoos and wet hair had you scrambling to sit up, clearing your throat as you tasked yourself with handing him his mug. If he noticed you ogling him, he surely didn’t react to it.

Made us some cocoa, you said.

He brought the beverage to his nose and sniffed once, twice, before his entire face bunched up. Peppermint is nasty. Then he was gulping it down.

I thought it was nasty, you laughed in disbelief.

Nothing you make me can be nasty. Thank you, baby.

And now you’re thoroughly warm from the tips of your fingertips down to your toes, and you figure it has less to do with the cocoa and more with the way Jungkook so obviously loves you. The way you love him.

Feeling a tugging at your shirt, you look down to see him peering up at you with a dazed twinkle in his eye. "You're not hot in this?"

You purse your lips and pause, knowing what was coming. "No. Are you?"

He has the decency to look a little clueless. He was always doing that, in a playfully childish way you grew to love.

"Actually, yeah I am," Jungkook furrows his brows, like it was something he was just now realizing. And then he's sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head, and you're instantly staring at his back and remembering the way it feels to rake your fingers up and down it, and he's turning back to you with a lazy smirk. "You don't wanna take yours off, angel?"

You swallow. "I'm okay."

Jungkook starts to laugh, that cocky laugh that is equal parts douchebag-ish and sexy. He's most definitely turning you on and he most definitely knows this, which is why you're glaring at him until he reaches over you and picks up the mistletoe from your bedside desk. He dangles it over your heads, makes sure to wriggle his eyebrows suggestively when he does it, and you want to laugh, you really do. You would probably roll your eyes and call him a nerd too while you were at it, if it weren't for the way he was changing his position and starting to lean over you. Crowding your space in your favorite way.

Jungkook hears your breathing pick up once you're directly under him, watches the way your lips part and your eyes change for him, and decides to go for the kill.

Nothing about the kiss was soft or gentle. Jungkook clearly had a point to prove and knew how he wanted to do it. The dangling mistletoe was soon forgotten in favor of holding your face by your chin, landing with a chime on your wooden floors. He worked your mouth open in that sloppy, messy, dirty way he only exhibited when he was feeling particularly desperate. Saliva pooled at the corners of your mouth and you were trembling underneath him, clutching at the warm skin of his back. It was nasty, absolutely obscene the way his tongue was in your mouth like his life depended on it. And you loved it. You couldn't stop making these little sounds, and Jungkook was groaning into your mouth right along with you. You were seconds away from pleading for him to do anything he wanted, to make you his, when he's abruptly pulling from you with a wet pop and a string of saliva between you.

Your ragged breaths fill the air, both of your chests heaving as you take a second to attempt to drag yourself out of the haze he's built around you two.

The asshole has the audacity to laugh. "Hot yet?"

"You don't have to bring out the mistletoe to kiss me, you know." You eventually say instead.

"I know," He pants, still smiling like the all-consuming beauty he is. "But you love Christmas. And it's our first. Wanna do it right."

You feel the need to close your eyes, let his words sink in, and so you do. You let the statement blanket over you until you're positively beaming, and when you open your eyes, he is the same. You are so irreversibly in love and you think he might be perfect. You tell him as much.

"You're perfect," You say, all soft and starry eyed. You're nodding when he starts shaking his head, and when the tips of his ears begin to turn red and he's putting his head down, you're giggling and putting both hands on either side of his head to get his eyes back on yours. "I love you a lot."

Jungkook is so happy. "Love you most."

And then he's leaning down again. This kiss is much less frantic, more steady, but still passionate and still with Jungkook, which means it fills your body with heat all the same. Your head is floating and you're squirming under his hold again when you break apart for air.

There's no point in trying to resist him anymore. You never can.

"I'm gonna take my sweater off now."

Jungkook scrunches his nose, and grins. "Okay."

read part two here!

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Thank You’s Go A Long Way *Steve Rogers x Reader*

@moonlight-mindfulness Requested: Steve working with a reader with intrusive thoughts (the depression/PTSD kind) and just giving her all the warmth and attention she needs whenever she feels bad, but also Reader being badass and just super sassy to him whenever she is in good spirits. I also just always like self care or someone helping the other w self care in fanfic. In case you want a steamy scene you could write her "Thank you" to him that evening 👀😏

Pairing: Steve Rogers x [F]Reader

Ratings: [+18] MATURE CONTENT

Warnings: Rough days and thoughts. Depression can be a bitch, tad angsty due to that. MAJOR F L U F F! Male Oral Receiving, cause lol

Notes: This... is way longer than I planned. Also, I haven’t written for Steve in a hot second. So, if this terrible... I apologise. - Rosalie

Requests are still open; men and female requests welcomed. I do want some female marvel character requests, got a lot of dudes, so c’mon...

24 HOURS EARLIER

“Oh, this was a bad idea,” Steve muttered into your ear over the loud gun shots being fired in your direction.

You don’t answer, so he looks towards you to see your cheeky smile. It almost makes him think this is perfectly fine, almost. You peek around the table you’re both behind, you almost get your head blown off and you have the audacity to laugh.

This is exciting to you, exhilarating even and that’s always confused Steve, but he feeds off of your energy. You have this thrill seeking attitude towards missions. It’s both a gift and a cruse for him, because his reckless nature combined with your thrill seeking: it’s a deadly combo.

But you are both always trying to outdo one another, it’s a sick challenge.

“So, what’s the plan?”

He looks down at you with raised eyebrows, wide eyes and a gobsmacked face, he’s meant to have a plan? For the shit you caused? The shit-eating grin you grace him with makes his heart flutter, but he’s not letting you off that easily.

“You’re Captain America,” you state obviously, “so man with a plan, let’s get outta here.”

He shakes his head dramatically, licking his lips as he looks over the table. There’s a drastic difference in bodies in this room, this whole operation was meant to be shutting down this organisation- collecting information too. Only it was shit from the get-go, for some reason instead of calling for back-up you both went further down in the bunker.

Now you’re both stuck.

“Still want to get that intel?” He asks you and you frown, tilting your head slightly, “I can hold them off, there’s a door just there,” he nods to behind you, “there’s a computer in there. You should be able to hack into them and get some kind of intel we can use.”

You begin to shake your head, “no way. There’s like thirteen of them, Steven. You’re gonna get seriously hurt.”

“Not if you’re quick, I’ve calculated the probability and it’s doable,” you roll your eyes, “better me than you, okay? We either go back empty handed or we get some type of information on these assholes.”

You only nod once at him, turning towards the door and deeply breathing. You look over your shoulder and cheekily smile at him, adding a wink for extra flare.

4 HOURS EARLIER

“Will you quit squirming?” You scold the man-child before you, he huffs loudly and sulks as you clean his shoulder.

He winces when you press the cloth to the wound, “It stings.”

“Yeah, well that’s what happens when you get shot!” You exclaim and shake your head when he pouts.

The Quinjet’s sink is covered in Steve’s blood and bloody gauzes, Steve watches as you use the small medkit to patch up his wound. Your eyebrows are knitted together, tongue poking out in concentration.

The gunshot no longer hurts or stings, his body already healing it for him. It looked worse than it felt, he knew that, but that didn’t stop you from worrying about him. Honestly, it was a lucky shot and a fluke he even got hit.

“Done.” You begin to close the sewing kit and smile at him, ruffling his golden hair.

“Thank you,” he grabs your wrist and kisses it tenderly, it causes you to scrunch your nose and make a gagging noise at his tenderness. “You’re so fucking mean,” he playfully pinches your side, you flip him off before heading out of the small bathroom and back to the cockpit.

PRESENT TIME

Your mind raced over yesterday’s events. How you managed to remain calm at the fact Steve got shot was a surprise, especially since your hands are shaking now. The same hands that masterfully sewed the bullet wound shut. Stopped the bleeding and cleaned him up.

This is your normal. Why the hell are you crying now? Getting shot on a mission is basically a normal date night for you both...

A soft knock is sounded through your apartment, you make no move to get out of bed, even when whoever it is knocks a couple more times. If they’re someone important or it’s serious they’d have a key... it seems they do.

The front door creeks open, keys are thrown into the glass bowl with all your change and keychains. Shoes are toed off, a jacket is being hung up on the hooks and then soft padding of footsteps are echoing towards your bedroom.

Door is pushed open, a tall figure is illuminated from the hallway lights. A sigh escapes you, it’s only Steve, your boyfriend, so it’s all okay. He’s fine, he doesn’t look angry even.

“You look snug,” He comments softly as he crawls onto your bed, laying over your covers and manoeuvring himself to laying beside you and facing you.

You’re silent in response, staring at your hands that are pulling threads at your blanket. Steve doesn’t speak again, choosing to remain quiet but he lifts a hand to tentatively play with your hair- you look at him and he gives a questioning glance, you shrug softly and he continues.

His fingers rub your scalp softly in circular motions, smiling when you scoot a little closer towards him. You don’t often let people touch your hair/head(head if you have a shaved head like me), but when you do it’s comforting and relaxing; could almost make you fall asleep.

“How is your shoulder?” your voice is barley above a whisper.

“Perfectly healed,” you nod once, “hey,” somehow his voice is even softer than before, “wanna do face-masks and eat chocolate?”

You raised an eyebrow, you felt really lethargic but nod. Steve leans over and kisses you softly before getting off of the bed, he switches on the fairy lights twirled around your headboard. You watch as he walks towards the bathroom and rummaging around in your cabinets.

It’s a full two minutes before he returns and puts the masks in his back pocket, he extends a hand out to you causing you to shake your head slightly. You didn’t want to leave the bed, you wanted to stay in bed.

“We have to leave the bed, Y/N,” you sigh and sit up, he chuckles when you make grabby hands for him- no way are you going to walk. He lifts you up effortlessly in his arms, “the bed is where monsters lie and you can’t listen to those.”

He sits you on the sofa and then settles beside you, silent as he crosses his legs and opens the packet of face-mask. A bag of snacks are on the coffee table. Between sitting up and looking through the contents of food the Netflix theme startles you, you faintly smile as he searches for Brooklyn Nine Nine.

He tells you that he’s going to put your face-mask on for you, your heart swells as he gently pats the cold paste around your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells you sincerely.

Normally you’d roll your eyes at his cheesiness, but you don’t have it in you.

“Even with a cucumber mask on making me look like Shrek?”

He nods sweetly, “You’re the Fiona to my Shrek,” as you put his on for him. “Sam is Donkey,” he mutters faintly and you giggle.

“Who is Buck?”

“Puss in Boots,” you frown and huff a laugh, “he’s always been the cool cat and the one ladies fawn after.”

You smile softly, “but Shrek gets the princess. Not always about looks, Steven.” He nods with a shy grin, a blush forming on his cheeks at your implication.

Sitting in silence and watching Brooklyn Nine Nine with snacks, you couldn’t ask for a better distraction. Steve keeps a hand on your thigh, softly drawing patterns on your skin. Everything about this is perfect.

After twenty minutes Steve helps wash your mask off in the kitchen sink, laughing when you wipe your wet face on his shirt.

“I didn’t bring spare clothes with me,” he whines.

“I have shirts I stole from you in my room,” he gasps in mock shock at you, following you back to the bedroom where you show him your stash of his clothing.

It’s almost comical at how many shirts and joggers you have of his. Not that he minds, of course. You wearing his clothes is a favourite of his, he loves seeing you randomly in his stuff. *** After almost a whole season worth of Brooklyn Nine Nine you’re both back in your bed, facing one another and talking aimlessly into the darkness.

“Thank you.”

“Hey,” he wraps an arm over your body and pulls you towards him, “I love you. I’m not going to let you suffer in silence, especially not alone. So if you need to lay in bed in silence all day, then we’ll do it together. But I know how the mind works, twists thing and being in bed can be damaging too. Those monsters lie to you, so I couldn’t let it keep talking.”

You lean forward and press your lips to his gently, a surprise grunt rises from the back of his throat. Your hand settles on his jaw, stroking lightly as you deepen the kiss.

After a few minutes of making-out you push on Steve’s shoulder forcing him to settle on his back, you slyly smile as you lay over him and push the covers down as you travel down his body too.

“Y/N,” his breathless voice has you smirking, “you don’t have to.”

Judging by his breathy voice and obvious reaction to the potential possibility has you curving an eyebrow, his shoulder shrug in response and you chuckle.

“It’s a thank you,” you pull his briefs down, “you’ve been so good to me today, treated me so nicely.”

Before he can respond you lick a broad strip up his length, a guttural groan leaves his lips loudly. You smile proudly before getting back to work, lapping at the tip teasingly before taking him into your throat. You can’t fit all of him in your mouth, a slight gagging sound emits from you when he lifts his hips up to meet your mouth.

You pull back up, gasping slightly and working him with your hand. Licking at his length as you sped up your hand movements, smiling when he moans your name loudly, hand finding the back of your head; a silent plea for your mouth to replace your hand.

Accepting that you take him down again, bobbing your head and hallowing your cheeks. “Fuck,” he grunts rather loudly, “stop!” He whines and you slowly pull off him, your tongue staying on the tip as you watch him clam down. “Can we-Do you wanna?”

You climb up his body, hand still wrapped around his cock, “You don’t think my thank you was enough?” The question is paired with a coy smile.

“More than enough, but I wanna express my gratitude for looking after me yesterday.”

Please leave a nice comment/ like, maybe reblog? Any communication would be awesome :) I had my BETA help with the oral scene because... never sucked a dick lmao bye *peace sign* Let me know what you think! - Rosalie

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remywrites5 · 4 years

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hey!! it’s my birthday today!! And I wanted to know if it wouldn’t be any trouble if u could write a jegulus one shot where they celebrate regulus’ birthday? if not I understand!! I just rlly like ur fics!!

Hi, sorry I’m reading Red, White and Royal Blue and am currently in a Royalty AU mood. Hope you don’t mind! Happy birthday!!!!

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James Potter was not at all excited about going to Prince Regulus’ eighteenth birthday party. He sat in the back of the car, staring grumpily out the window, wishing something would happen that would mean they could turn around and go home. Normally, James would be all about getting to party and Prince Sirius had been James’ best friend since they were kids. It was Prince Regulus that was the problem.

Prince Regulus was an obnoxious brat who always used to follow James and Sirius around. James knew that Reg had grown up quite a lot since then, he was always portrayed as some kind of heartthrob in the tabloids and had over 100 million Instagram followers. James knew his own 80 million followers was nothing to sneeze at, but it was just another reason for him to be annoyed. It didn’t help that Regulus had the audacity to be very attractive with his dark hair in a fashionable undercut, his stunning grey eyes and his high cheekbones.

Although James wasn’t royalty (thank Christ) he was the son of one of the richest men in Britain and that held its own kind of clout. He always got invited to social gatherings and had deemed him an acceptable friend for the heir to the English throne. It meant going to social events and being accepted without all the weight of expectation.

When he arrived at the party, James immediately flagged down a glass of champagne. He took his phone out and took a selfie. There was not point in attending the social event of the season if he wasn’t going to flaunt it on the gram. Besides, he looked rather smart in his dark blue suit with maroon tie. Anyone would be lucky to take him home.

His eyes landed on Reg (very much of their own volition as James was not actively seeking him out) to find the birthday boy dancing with some pop singer that James vaguely recognized. The Pop singer had her phone out, probably doing an Instagram story of the two of them. James had no idea why the very notion of that had his blood boiling. James went into the fray, shimming his hips to the beat. He danced first with a football player and then some actress. He still hadn’t managed to find his good for nothing best friend, who was no doubt off snogging Remus somewhere and ignoring the party.

James twirled around and came face to face with Regulus. After an awkward moment of neither of them moving, James reached out and touched his fingertips against Reg’s hips, waiting to see if the Prince would step away. When he didn’t, James grabbed his hips more fully and brought Regulus closer.

“Happy birthday!” he shouted over the music, leaning down to speak directly into Reg’s ear.

“You don’t have to pretend like we’re friends,” Regulus said, scowling slightly up at James.

“Then why are you dancing with me?” James shot back with a grin.

“Why amI dancing with you?” Regulus countered, sliding out of James’ grip and dancing over to a pair of twins who were more than happy to play sandwich with Regulus.

James shrugged it off and danced with an Instagram model for a bit. For some reason his traitorous eyes kept seeking Reg out wherever he was. It didn’t matter if he was dancing, eating, drinking, talking with his mum, James kept trying to find him like he was playing hide and seek with Reg. He had to admit Reg looked nice in the grey three-piece suit that matched his eyes. He could see why people were constantly swooning over him and why Regulus’ dating life was constantly splashed all over the tabloids. James could admit he had been following it a bit closely as of late.

James saw Regulus slip away from the crowd and decided to follow him. He was just curious why Reg was abandoning his own party. He had no other interests beyond that. He dodged behind pillars and weaved in and out of doorways as he followed Reg up to what he knew to be Reg’s rooms. When he slipped inside, Regulus was already halfway done unbuttoning his shirt, his vest and tie already discarded on the vanity chair, and as he turned the smile on his face dropped. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, swearing in his unbelievably posh accent and making James grin just a little.

“I was curious.”

“Why are you here?” Reg asked, pulling his shirt closed for propriety.

“Why are you skipping out on your own party?”

Regulus glowered at him. “I don’t see why that’s any of your business and if you don’t leave immediately I can and will have you thrown in the dungeons.”

James couldn’t help throwing his head back and laughing. “The dungeons, Reg, seriously?”

“Why are you here?” Regulus asked again impatiently, punctuating every word with emphasis.

“Maybe I just want – “

“James!”

“Okay!” James said, putting his hands up in surrender. “I don’t know! I can’t stop looking at you in that damn suit and I saw you sneaking away and – ugh – can’t a bloke just follow another bloke around without having to explain himself?”

“You do have to explain yourself when you’re in my bedroom when I’m about lose my damn virginity!” Regulus snapped at him, stomping over and grabbing James by the arm. He hauled James towards the door and tried to shove him out of it.

“Whoa, wait!” James said, putting his hands up and blocking himself in the door. “You’re planning on losing your virginity tonight?”

“Get out!”Regulus shouted, using his whole body to try and move James but James didn’t budge.

“To whom?”

“James Potter, I swear I will –“ The threat died on Reg’s lips as one of the Prewitt twins Reg had been dancing with earlier came into view.

“Really?” James said over his shoulder to Reg. “That guy?”

Regulus let out a scream of frustration and tried once again to shove James out of the doorway. James waited until the Prewitt was close enough. He timed it perfectly, waiting until Regulus was off balance, and then spun around, capturing Reg’s lips in a surprised kiss. Regulus let out a noise of shock and quickly pushed James away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Oh hey Reg,” the Prewitt said, giving a small wave. “So James came to his senses after all. I’ll leave you to it then, cheers!”

“Huh,” James said, cocking his head to the side and watching the Prewitt leave. “He’s good people.”

“James, I swear I will gouge your eyes out with a spoon!”

James stepped into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him. “What did the twin mean that I’d come to my senses?”

“How the hell should I know?” Regulus asked, turning his nose up primly. “I’m not in charge of what other people say.”

James smirked. “But you knew what he meant, didn’t you?”

Regulus wheeled around and put his hands on his hips. He was clearly pouting but James didn’t know if it was about the kiss or the Prewitt twin leaving. “Are you going to get out or am I going to have to have someone throw you out?”

“You know, you’re very attractive,” James observed, walking backwards and sitting down on Reg’s bed.

Regulus huffed indignantly and slid his phone from his pocket. “I press one button and they will toss you out,” he threatened, his thumb hovering over the screen. “And I’ll make sure you’re never allowed back, Sirius or no Sirius.”

“If you want to explain to whoever comes rushing in why I’m in your bedroom then you be my guest,” James said, waving his hand at Reg. “While you’re in a state of undress.”

Regulus’ face went bright red as he stomped over to James. “You are the most insufferable wanker I’ve ever met!”

“And you’re a selfish brat,” James said, raising an eyebrow, daring Regulus to argue. “But I think you like me.”

Regulus’ jaw dropped. “Who in their right mind would like such an infuriating, pig-headed, absolutely –“ Regulus stopped talking as James reached out and grabbed him by the lapel, tugging his forward until Reg was standing between James’ open legs. Their lips were just a few little centimeters apart, their breath mingling with the taste of champagne, heady and sweet.

“Is that why you used to follow Sirius and me around constantly?” he teased, sliding his hand along Reg’s collar and then pushing his fingers up into his hair. “Did you have a little crush on me?”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I don’t have to,” James quipped back. “You’re flattering me plenty.”

“I’ve done nothing but insult you since you arrived here,” Regulus reminded him, his gaze dropping down to James’ lips for a moment and then back up.

“I do enjoy a challenge,” James murmured, guiding Reg’s face forward and crashing their lips together in a heated kiss.

Regulus shoved James down onto the bed and immediately climbed on top of him, biting at James’ jawline before finding his lips again. There was nothing sweet about the kiss, each of them pushing and tugging at each other, gaining ground and then losing it quickly. But damn if it wasn’t the hottest snogging of James’ life.

James rolled them over, managing to pin Regulus underneath him. “Are you going to behave? Or am I going to have to take your present back and return it?”

Regulus’ eyes lit up at the mention of presents. “What is it? What did you get me?” he asked excitedly, patting James down in search of it.

“I don’t have it on me.” James laughed and pressed a kiss to the corner of Reg’s mouth. “Stay right here and I’ll go get it. You move and I’m taking it back.”

“Fine,” Reg said, lifting himself up onto his elbows and watching James as he went to the door. James rushed back downstairs and got his present from his driver who had been watching it for him. He hurried upstairs, suddenly very anxious for Reg to see the present.

When he got back to the room, Regulus was scrolling through his phone absentmindedly but he dropped it the moment James shut the door. “Gimme!” Regulus said, doing grabby hands at James.

James snorted and placed the carrier down on the bed and then pulled the cloth off the top. Regulus immediately made the highest pitched squeal James had ever heard. He couldn’t help feeling a little bit smug at that. “I take it you like it?”

Regulus opened the carrier and gently pulled out the kitten from inside, cradling the small black cat by his cheek. “He’s incredible! And so soft!” Regulus melted, petting the tiny cat behind the ears with his index finger.

James smiled and sat down next to Reg. “I know you always wanted one,” he said, watching Regulus place the kitten on his chest in a ball of fluff. “But your family always had dogs growing up.”

“You remembered that?” Regulus said in surprise, turning his face towards James. “I never thought you paid any attention to me. You and Sirius certainly ditched me often enough.”

James lay down next to Regulus and reached out to pet the kitten. “That’s only because you were terribly obnoxious.”

Regulus backhanded his stomach, making James let out an “oof” of surprise. “And now?” Reg asked, grinning in amusement.

“And now I wanted to fight everyone on the dance floor that was touching you,” James admitted, reaching out and sliding his fingers through Reg’s hair.

“You know jealousy is very unbecoming,” Regulus teased, pressing up for another kiss while being careful not to disturb the kitten. “I’m a very desired individual and you’re just going to have to accept that if we’re to be together.”

“Oh is that so?” James asked, wiggling closer and ducking his head into the hollow of Regulus’ throat, licking at his Adam’s apple before sucking a mark there. Regulus gasped against him and threaded his fingers through James’ hair. “Then I’ll just have to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“You spiteful, arrogant – “

James swallowed up the rest of the insults with more kissing. Regulus whimpered against James’ lips and tugged hard on James’ hair in retaliation, making James groan against his mouth. “Just name the damn cat, you little shit, before I take it away from you and raise it as my own.”

Regulus stuck his tongue out at James and held the kitten protectively, shielding it from James’ view. “Hmm,” Regulus said, thinking it over. He examined the cat, lifting it up and then letting it settle back down. “Dante.”

“What?” James said, furrowing his brow. “That’s a dumb name!”

“Excuse me, no one asked you!” Regulus said defensively. “Besides, it’s my birthday present!”

“Fine,” James said, conceding this one time. Regulus looked adorable and James very much wanted to cuddle him all night. But he remembered Reg had plans for the evening. “Are you still looking to lose your virginity tonight?”

“Not anymore!” Regulus said, dropping his jaw as if scandalized. “Not in front of our son, you pervert!”

“Our son, huh?” James asked, biting his bottom lip to keep from laughing at Reg’s slip up.

“Well, I mean…” Regulus blushed a deep crimson color. “You did buy Dante and I’d be willing to share custody with you. If you wanted.”

James chuckled and kissed Regulus sweetly on the lips. “I don’t know who I’m going to spoil more, you or the cat.”

“Me I hope,” Regulus said, chasing James’ lips as he pulled away. “You can still spoil Dante but spoil me more.”

“Brat,” James chided, sliding his tongue into Regulus’ mouth and kissing him breathless.

“Git.”

“Demon.”

“It’s my birthday,” Regulus whined, letting his lower lip protrude. “Be sweet to me.”

“Very well,” James said with a long-suffering sigh, kissing the pout off Regulus’ lips. “You win.”

Regulus hummed happily with a satisfied grin on his face. “I do so love to win.”

“Good birthday then, sweetheart?” James asked, stroking his finger down Reg’s cheek affectionately.

Regulus nodded. “The best.”

#jegulus #I write things #fluff #anon prompt #long post #royalty AU #james potter x regulus black #I don't think Reg's birthday is until the summer #but whatever he can have an early birthday fic #once again setting a dangerous precedent #but oh well!#background wolfstar #enemies to lovers

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The One With Chandler’s Boyfriend - Chandler Bing x Male!Reader - FRIENDS - Part 2 - FINALE

Fandom: FRIENDS (1994-2004)

Pairing: Chandler Bing x Male!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers For Season 3 Episode 10, Fluff

Notes: More Chandler x Male, As Requested! This One’s Shorter Than The First Part, But Who Knows? Maybe More Chandler x Male Readers Will Be Longer In The Future!

"Tell us what happened, Brown Bird Ross" Chandler teased as he sat on a chair in Central Perk, you on his lap and a small, yellow cup in his hand.

Ross groaned as he glanced over at Chandler. “Well, I lost. Some little girl loaned her uniform to her nineteen-year-old sister, who went down to the USS Nimitz and sold over two thousand boxes" he explained.

You chuckled, eyebrows raising. “Smart strategy. Could've done that with me, and let me wear the uniform.”

"Yea, but you'd be too busy with Chandler to even sell cookies" Ross pointed out, having you turn and see Chandler's blushing face.

Rachel walked in, giving Chandler the chance to change the subject. “Hey- Hey, Rachel, how'd the interview go?" He asked.

"Oh, I blew it" Rachel replied, sitting down beside Ross. “I wouldn't have even hired me."

"Oh, come here, sweetie" Ross cooed, wrapping an arm around Rachel and pulling her closer. “Listen, you're gonna go on, like, a thousand different interviews before you get a job.”

You and Chandler scrunched up your faces- not the best thing to say right now, Ross.

Ross paused, "that's not how that was supposed to come out.”

"Y'think?" You teased, smiling proudly when Chandler laughed.

Ross ignored that, rolling his eyes.

"This is just the worst Christmas ever" Phoebe spoke up, then Chandler to Rachel, saying “Y'know what, Rach? Maybe you should just, y'know, stay here at the coffee house.”

"I can't, it's too late. Terry already hired that girl over there" Rachel told, turning and pointing to some girl near Gunther. “Look at her, she's even got waitress experience, ugh" she covered her eyes with her hand, "last night, she was...teaching everybody how to make napkins into..." no one caught that last word because it came out as a high-pitched moan.

"That word was 'swans'" Ross cleared up, nodding knowingly.

***

You had left the group at Central Perk early, since you had to currently hide in Monica's apartment with her and Joey, among a bunch of dying Christmas tree rejects from Joey's work, which he had collected to surprise Phoebe.

"...Well, seeing that drunk Santa wet himself really perked up my Christmas. I'm just glad my boyfriend left before he could see it" you heard Chandler from the hall.

You turned and shushed Joey and Monica, whispering "they're here" having the two of them nod obediently.

Chandler turned towards Phoebe with a cheeky grin on his face as he opened the door, letting her in first to face the small trees.

She gasped, an excited "oh my god!" Leaving her lips.

Joey, Monica and you jumped out, yelling "Merry Christmas!" With proud smiles on your faces, eyes on Phoebe, looking for any more of a reaction.

Phoebe cheered happily, jumping over to you three and hugging Monica who exclaimed "we saved them!". “You guys!" Phoebe gushed, as Joey and you walked over to Monica and her. “Oh, god, you're the best!"

"It's- like- Night Of The Living Dead Christmas trees" Chandler compared, hands in the pockets of his long, black coat as he walked over to you. “Hey, babe, good job" he cooed, quickly kissing you.

You giggled. “I love Night Of The Living Dead" you smiled, Chandler whispering "I know, handsome" as he pulled away. You grabbed onto each ends of Chandler's long, grey scarf, earning a confused look on his face until you tugged, pulling him closer to kiss you again. You closed your eyes after seeing Chandler's eyebrows jump in surprise, grip on his scarf tightening when you felt his arms go around your waist. When you pulled away, Chandler giggled, dazed, falling back and sitting on the couch. You sat beside him, leaning on his shoulder.

"Yea, this is she" Rachel talked into the phone. “Oh!" She gasped. “You're kidding," Rachel turned, rushing towards the kitchen counter. “Oh, thank you, I love you!" She cried, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Sure, everybody loves a kidder" Chandler raised his eyebrows, Joey and you laughing as you lightly slapped him, mumbling "shut up.”

Rachel was practically sobbing when she ended the call. “I got the job!" She fanned herself, running back over to you guys.

Everyone cheered for her, Chandler and you looking up at her with bright eyes.

"God bless us, everyone" Phoebe clasped her hands together, glancing up at the ceiling.

You scrunched your face up and looked away from Phoebe, earning a small chuckle from Chandler.

***

Back at the coffee house, Chandler sat in the middle of the big sofa, you back on his lap like last time.

"Here we go," Rachel called, "my last cup of coffee.”

With all eyes on her, Ross led the group in humming 'Pomp and Circumstance'

Rachel slowly handed Chandler the black cup she was holding, smiling with a "there you go, enjoy", letting you and the rest of her friends clap.

Once Rachel walked away, Chandler whispered "should I tell her I ordered tea?" Having Ross and you shake your heads with a hard "no.” He nodded timidly, pursing his lips. “You want it, babe?" Chandler asked, raising his eyebrows hopefully as he looked to you.

You shook your head, "no, I don't want her to see and feel bad.”

Chandler smiled softly and nodded, kissing you quickly before he put the cup down on the table.

"Uhm- excuse me, everyone" Rachel cleared her throat, to get the whole coffee house's attention, the group turning to her right away. “Uh, this is my last night working here. And, uh, I just wanted to say, that I made some really good friends here, and uh, it's just time to move on" she explained, Gunther escaping to the back room. “Uh- and no offence to everybody who, uh, still work here, but you have no idea how good it feels to say, that, as of this moment, I will never have to make coffee again!"

You clapped and started cheering, Chandler, being the supportive boyfriend he is, following your lead.

He raised his eyebrows at your friends, who all started clapping and cheering for Rachel, the whole coffee house doing it, too.

"How much you wanna bet she has to make coffee for whoever the boss of this company is?" You whispered to Chandler, who muttered "oh, so much money that she will", keeping a smile on his face as you kept clapping. You grinned and turned back to Rachel, giving her a double thumbs up before returning to clapping, not seeing that Chandler was still looking at you, with so much love in his eyes.

***

Joey, Chandler, and you crouched in their decorated apartment, awaiting Ross and Sarah, the girl whose leg he broke. You all stood behind one of the recliners, which was covered in tinfoil to look like a chair in a space shuttle."It was really nice of you guys to decorate your apartment like this" you smiled, turning to Joey and Chandler.

Chandler waved a hand, smiling bashfully. “Aw, it was nothing" he giggled, Joey nodding along.

Ross opened the door, revealing the decorated room to Sarah. He revealed Joey, Chandler and you jumping out from behind the shiny recliner, arms spread to present the 'space camp' in all its glory.

"Really, Mr. Geller, you don't have to do this" Sarah told, as she walked in, easy on her crutches.

"Oh, come on, here we go" Ross scoffed, picking Sarah u and carrying her over to the tin foiled recliner, gently setting her down on it. “Stand by for mission countdown!" He instructed.

Chandler had his hands on the head of the recliner, Joey cupping his hands around his mouth to make his voice louder. “Ten, ten...nine, nine...eight, eight, eight-" Chandler lightly slapped Joey over the head for him to stop, Joey huffing at that, a confused look on his face.

You chuckled and lightly shoved Chandler, claiming "okay, blast off!"

With all four pairs of hands on the recliner, you all shook the chair and made vibratory humming noises, Joey and Ross pushing to spin the recliner around. You watched Ross beep and maintain eye contact with Sarah as Joey continued to spin her, Chandler beginning to prance around.

"I'm an alien! I'm an alien!" He claimed in falsetto, having you giggle while you chased him around.

"Oh, no, an asteroid!" Ross gasped, quickly apologizing when the ball he threw hit Joey's head.

You stopped to catch your breath, continuing to watch the man you love run around and claim he's in alien in a high-pitched voice, just to cheer up this Brown Bird. You leaned against the counter and crossed your arms, so much love in your eyes when you looked at Chandler. “Y'know, you're really good with kids" you told, right as he was about to pass by.

Chandler slowed down. “Really?" He asked, smiling softly.

You hummed, nodding."Yea, baby. I never knew that.”

"Huh," Chandler's smile grew as he put his hands on his hips, glancing away in thought. “Y'know, if you're ever...up for it, we could- we could..." the corner of his lip twitched.

"Hey, hey, Chandler," you pushed yourself off the counter, softly putting your hands on his shoulders. “It's okay, I'm not begging for kids here. We're going at your pace, okay?"

Chandler pursed his lips and nodded. “Yea, but...but I want to adopt kids with you. I want you to be able to see how much of a good father I can be" he whispered, cupping your cheek and glancing at your lips. “How much of a good father we could both be" Chandler muttered softly kissing you.

You pulled him closer, not moving when he pulled away from the kiss. “Yea, well, the time'll come when we're both ready enough to have kids, okay? Let's help this one right now.”

Chandler smiled and nodded, taking your hand and turning so that you could both pretend to be aliens.

#friends #chandler #chandler bing #chandler x male!reader #chandler x male #chandler bing x male!reader #male!reader #male x male #male reader #x male reader #canon x male #male x reader

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Caraval by Stephanie Garber

I loved this book. I could read Scarlett and Julian all day long without getting bored. This is a book club read for my friends and. I’m actually still at the beginning of Legendary. J has finished the series. S hasn’t started Finale yet, and I finished the series literally two hours ago.

Blurb: Scarlett Dragna has never left the tiny island where she and her sister, Tella, live with their powerful, and cruel, father. Now Scarlett’s father has arranged a marriage for her, and Scarlett thinks her dreams of seeing Caraval—the faraway, once-a-year performance where the audience participates in the show—are over.

But this year, Scarlett’s long-dreamt-of invitation finally arrives. With the help of a mysterious sailor, Tella whisks Scarlett away to the show. Only, as soon as they arrive, Tella is kidnapped by Caraval’s mastermind organizer, Legend. It turns out that this season’s Caraval revolves around Tella, and whoever finds her first is the winner.

Scarlett has been told that everything that happens during Caraval is only an elaborate performance. Nevertheless she becomes enmeshed in a game of love, heartbreak, and magic.

I’d like to point out that these are just my annotations, and I’ll never have ‘hot-takes’ on books. Most of them are really just me flailing, and keeping track of my thoughts while reading because hello, short term memory. Also, these are obviously spoilers.

Page 55: J U L I AN! Scarlett can’t swim because of her dress, and he sinks under the water to cut the dress off of her. The tension here is so fucking delicious. At this point, I wasn’t sure if Julian really was Scar’s love interest, and I had been worried to become too invested in case Julian was meant to be Tella’s. I didn’t want to see a love triangle like that, but I was gone at ‘Then, the tip of his knife pressed against her breasts. Scarlett’s breath caught as the sailor cut her corset…’

Page 143: Julian is so cheeky. He spots Scarlett when she sees a tent selling kisses, and offers to help her practice before her wedding. Speaking of looming nuptials, he also calls Scarlett’s fiancé a liar as well because she’s never met him. I giggled a little at this part.

Page 151: “I think he’s the most attractive person I’ve ever seen.” GIRL, SAME.

Page 170: JULIAN FOUND AND RETURNED HER EARRINGS. They meant so much to her.

Page 208-211: Scarlett loses two days of her life. My heart was in my throat. I didn’t know what to expect because no matter what I tried to expect, Garber continued to surprise me. Julian takes one of the days she lost, leaving them to both only lose one. Now, I love this entire scene, but it’s not actually what my note was for. It’s for this quote: ‘Not quite sure how far she’d already fallen, she imagined loving him would feel like falling in love with darkness, frightening and consuming, yet utterly beautiful when the stars came out.’

Page 217: SHE THINKS JULIAN IS LEGEND. OH MY FUCKS. ← a direct annotation. It’s worth pointing out that one of my friends in our little book club of three actually called who Legend was from book one.

Page 242: They’re trapped in a room together, in extremely close proximity. *wiggles eyebrows* Scarlett says the room must be connected to their emotions, that they need to calm down. ‘Julian made a strangled sound. “That’s not easy at the moment.”’

Page 275: ‘“I’m so stupid.”’ ‘“None of this means anything to you. You saw my fiancé, got jealous, acted rashly, and now you regret it.”’

‘“Is that what you think?”’

Man, I hurt with Scarlett here. And then - AND THEN, Julian steps closer. ‘“Is this close enough for you?”’

screams

Page 286: HER FATHER IS A FUCKING MONSTER. FUCK THAT GUY. I sucked in a breath when he slashed Julian’s face, and my boss was sitting beside me at work.

Page 287: ‘“Do you really want a bride who will only sleep with you because another man will be tortured if she doesn’t?’” Fuck, Scarlett really came out swinging with that one.

Page 297: ‘“Crimson, don’t fall apart on me now.” The kiss, the way he calls her Crimson, and the way he’s holding her together in the moment.

Page 315-316: ‘“I lied about how I got bashed in the head,” he mumbled. “I want you to have your earrings back. But the man was tougher than he looked…” I had pieced together already that he’d gone after them for Scarlett, but to hear him admit it as he was dying, it goddamn ripped me apart.

Page 348: Tella just jumped to HER DEATH WHAT?? I knew from the moment Scarlett thought leap of faith, we were in trouble.

Page 393: Legend is Julian’s brother.

Epilogue: The shift to Tella’s perspective was kind of wild. I was not expecting the note that followed, and I hadn’t been expecting the plot twist of how Tella planned everything, down to the smallest detail in order to rescue Scarlett and herself from their father.

For every plot point I thought I saw coming, Stephanie Garber 100% had another three lined up that I didn’t. Through book one, I really didn’t like Tella very much. Probably because I didn’t get to know her much, and I didn’t recognize what was going on behind the scenes. That’s what made it so great. I’m looking forward to reading the series again after finishing it for the first time, knowing everything I know now.

Rating for me: 5/5 stars. I thought the world-building was excellent, the twists well-crafted, the romance scorching, and the intrigue masterful. My favorite characters in this book were Julian and Scarlett (I think that may be a common thought though) and my least favorites were Dante and Tella. Now, in Legendary, that dramatically changes, but that’s a post for next time.

I don’t know how to blog really. I used to really just write fanfiction, but if this is interesting at all...let me know, I guess?

#caraval #book reviews #book blog #scarlett dragna #julian #ya reads

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in-class-daydreams · 5 years

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Parlay | (Kuroo x Reader) | Ch. 10 | FINAL

- Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader (ft. Roommate Kenma)

Word Count: ~2, 100

Genres: Fluff, general buffoonery

CW: Swearing, sadness I guess, a little spicy but only, like, half a chili pepper out of 5

Summary: (Y/N), a first-year student attending Tokyo U, is living with her best friend, Kozume Kenma. Little did she know, her life would be turned upside down after being exposed to Kenma’s volleyball teammate and close friend, Kuroo Tetsurou. One wrong move, and the parlay’s stakes only get higher each time.

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Parlay bets are high risk, but have the potential to garner increased odds and payoffs. Rather than place multiple single bets, the parlay combines several other, often smaller, bets. Say we’re looking at sports betting. Then the parlay bet would be a small to medium sum on several teams, rather than a large sum on one team.

There is a catch, however. In exchange for higher odds and increased payoff, the risk for a parlay bet is high, because in order to win each bet must win. So, if you bet on five sports teams, and all five win, then hooray for you! One loss out of five, and you lose everything.

See how that may be more of a risk than you’re willing to take. Typically, frequent gamblers choose not to place parlay bets. The payout is often not enough to make what they stand to lose worth it.

Kuroo stood there, wide-eyed at the ball gently rolling away from the net. He looked at his hands in disbelief. The roar of the crowd around him nearly burst his eardrums while Bokuto and the rest of his teammates leapt onto him in exultation. Sweat-slicked and on the verge of collapse, he mechanically stood on the back line, bowed to his opponents, bowed to the spectators that came to support his team.

It was like Kuroo was in a trance when he headed for the locker rooms with his team. There was so much running through his mind that everything felt a static numbness. It was until a familiar dulcet voice called out to him that snapped him out of his trance.

“Kuroo!” (Y/N) yelled from down the hallway.

The boy’s attention snapped to her form sprinting at him.

Parlay bets are best placed by those who don’t gamble very often. For Kuroo, a lot has to go right for him to get what he wants.

One, (Y/N) cannot still have feelings for Oikawa or have feelings for anyone else.

Two, he himself must have treated her sufficiently well as a human being. These are the conditions of the bet, but be that as it may, when it comes to her, Kuroo would never settle for ‘sufficient’.

Three, she has to love him back.

Kuroo took a step towards her and opened his arms. Without missing a beat, (Y/N) ran and jumped into his arms, throwing her arms around his neck.

Deciding, ‘Fuck it,’ Kuroo leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss.

(Y/N) yelped a little in surprise, then relaxed, melting into the embrace. Her hands came up to cup his face while they ignored the loud ribbing from the Tokyo U team behind them.

Kuroo was, surprisingly, the one to pull back first. Not very far, but he separated their lips just enough to ask her, “What are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing yet.”

“Great. See you at seven?”

“It’s a date.”

A cool breeze blew through the Tokyo U campus as (Y/N) and Kuroo walked through the main quad. The tall middle blocker had thoroughly refused to tell her where they were going, even as they walked up the fourth flight of stairs in the biology building of the university.

Once they arrived at the roof access door, Kuoo produced a single key with a little green tag on it.

“I have my ways,” he had told her.

Upon opening the door, they were greeted by a completely barren rooftop garden. The planter boxes were filled with soil and nothing else. Empty pots accompanied uncovered trellises, and the small birdbath was completely dry. It’s hard to see very many stars in a city like Tokyo, but from the rooftop, the lights from the high-rise buildings, and streetlights, and headlights from cars dotted the landscape like heaven on earth.

The night air ruffled (Y/N)’s hair soothingly. She stared out at the city lights in wide-eyed wonder.

Kuroo’s shoes shuffled against the concrete rooftop as he shuffled to her side and leaned against the rail. “I’ve lived in Tokyo my whole life. I used to hate that you could never see the stars around here, but… I think the city lights are a different kind of beautiful, don’t you think?”

In the bright moonlight, the girl’s face glowed with amazement. The Tokyo skyline was something she could only dream of as a young girl growing up in rural Miyagi prefecture. Even then, her greatest wish was to attend university in the big city. That dream was the whole reason she had been studying so hard from the start, and she got what she wanted. At Tokyo U, it felt like she could pursue whatever her heart desired, even if that, too, was problematic for her.

“I’ve been wanting to see a sight like this since I moved to Tokyo,” she rounded on him with a look of sincerity, “Thank you for bringing me here, Tetsurou. It’s perfect.”

His heart beat louder in his chest. Suddenly, the cool night air was much too warm for his burning face.

(Y/N) started again, “And I love this garden, too.” She gestured all around them at the empty pots and planters. “Even if there aren’t any flowers, I like this setup. There’s nothing here yet, but that just means there’s infinite possibilities for what could be here, right?”

The tension in Kuroo’s shoulders faded away almost completely.

“I was thinking,” he moved close enough for their shoulders to brush each other’s, “I think…” He paused again. Damn this was hard.

“Some things. Some plants. Grow.”

‘Okay, Tetsurou. Good start. You got this.’

Gaze flickering over to his companion’s, encouragement filled him when he found her nodding at him to continue.

The tall young man took a deep breath, “This garden doesn’t have plants in it because the plants aren’t in season. They’re real pretty, but stuff only grows when it’s time for it to do so… because it’s not ready.”

He rubbed his shoulder in discomfort. It was becoming too much for him and he looked away from her, only for her to use a gentle hand on his cheek to return his focus to her.

“So,” she said gently, “Would you say these plants are still out of season? Or do you think spring is on its way?”

Who else could understand his jumbled mess of a monologue like she could? Kuroo was grateful for the way she could understand him, jumbled and anxious as he was. He sighed and took her hand.

“I’m sorry, being poetic isn’t really my thing. I need to suck it up and be straightforward with you. I want to be with you, (Y/N), I really do. I can’t tell you how much I would love to hold your hand and take you on sappy dates and give you my jersey to wear at my games and just think to myself how lucky I am to have someone like you by my side. I think about doing all those things constantly enough to where it’s become a serious issue, but…” he ran a hand down his face in frustration, “I don’t know if I’m ready. Whenever I see you with Oikawa or with whoever, I just think about how you could be a great partner for anyone, so it's hard for me to understand why you would choose me. It’s not that I think you’re shallow. At all. It’s me. It’s me thinking I’m not good enough to be worthy of being by your side.”

(Y/N) stared at him with rapt attention and something else Kuroo could’ve sworn was surprise, “Tetsurou… I had no idea you felt that way. I mean, when you’re not around me, you always seem so confident.”

“I-- Ugh, I don’t know. When I’m with my team, I’m thinking about so many different things. With them, as a leader-type, I’m concerned about them and their needs. When I’m with you, you’re all a think about. Then I have time to be insecure about all that crap.”

The black-haired male rested his weight against the railing. He hugged his flannel to himself a little closer. It wasn’t easy being vulnerable like this, especially not after being a team captain, where he didn’t need to think about himself so much. Strangely, though, he felt a bit better. Lighter, even.

(Y/N) rubbed his arm to comfort him.

“That makes sense. So, what now? What is it you want?”

“I want to be your boyfriend.”

“Already? I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

Kuroo shook his head, “I don’t know about a lot of things, but one thing I know I want is to be your boyfriend. Whether that be today, yesterday, or ten years down the line, I know that’s what I want, but…”

“But?”

“But not right now. I’m not entirely sure what I need right now, but I don’t want everything I’m afraid of to hang over our relationship. I feel like I need to get stronger, mentally. For myself, but especially for you. Does that make sense?”

(Y/N) couldn’t suppress her grin. She took both of Kuroo’s hands in hers.

“Completely.”

“You are only afraid if you are not in harmony with yourself.”

- Hermann Hesse

(Y/N) wasn’t doing anything special. It had been a few months since she and Kuroo had their talk on the rooftop. Since then, they had been spending time together, with Kenma, the team, or just the two of them. With a little time, they were beginning to understand each other better. The two of them seemed more comfortable together, at peace, even. Slowly, but surely, Kuroo had become much kinder to himself. His own worst critic was learning to take it easy on himself.

(Y/N) had done quite a bit of soul searching herself and in the months since their talk, she was ready to choose a major and enter a program.

“I want to do everything, but the longer I hesitate, I’ll end up being too late to do anything,” she explained.

She’d spent ages studying for her entrance exam. Knowing how she was when she was studying, the best either Kuroo or Kenma could do was bring her food, make sure she had enough light when she studied at night, make sure she was drinking water, and other small favors. The two of them just wished they could do more.

Neither of them were surprised when she got into her program on the first try. Kenma swears that he lost his hearing for a while after hearing her squealing over her acceptance letter.

Now, (Y/N) was washing dishes with a thick textbook propped up in front of her. Her classes hadn’t started yet, but she told her friends that she “wanted to get ahead!” Secretly, though, Kuroo knew she couldn’t wait to read the new material. She was practically bursting at the seams when she came home from the bookstore with the large tome.

She was so focused on her reading, Kuroo noticed that she had been washing that same bowl for the past five minutes. One of her sweater sleeves had rolled down and was dragging in the soapy water. If she had noticed, there was no way to tell.

It wasn’t that she was doing anything special. Perhaps it was because she wasn’t doing anything of note at the moment that gave Kuroo butterflies, but the sight he saw in front of him was just so her, he couldn’t help himself.

Before he knew it, the words had already left his mouth.

“I love you.”

(Y/N) froze. She blinked, as if she had been woken up from a deep slumber.

Her head turned slowly until her tentative gaze met his.

“Wh-- What?” she gasped.

Kuroo smiled back at her, more sure than he’d ever been.

“I love you.”

There was a quiet thud as the bowl she was washing sunk to the bottom of the basin.

Kuroo continued, “You deserve someone who would give you the world. I’m ready for that person to be me.”

(Y/N)’s face split in an uncontrollable grin. She ran and practically jumped into his arms for a hug. With her arms wrapped firmly around Kuroo’s neck.

“You’re sure? We can still wait if you want.”

“I’m sure. Do you still want to be my girlfriend?”

She pecked his cheek, “Of course I do.”

Kuroo gazed down at her fondly. She already had his heart. She could crush it under her heel, leave it a broken mess in the dirt. But somehow, for some reason, he felt like she would take good care of it.

Of course, there was no way to be sure, but that was a bet he was willing to make.

(A/N): So! Here’s the end of Parlay! Thank you all so much for reading this far and thank you for being patient with this last chapter! We got such good reception for this fic and I was really stressed about making the ending good. We’ll be posting more in the future so stay tuned and don’t be afraid to send us as ask! We love love love asks! <3 (Also, I might do some Parlay extras or even an epilogue.)

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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Fake Fic Title: August Rush

Okay, so.. I hope you don’t mind that I did this. This is the second part to [ thoughts of yesterday ] which I posted last night and things get... A little twisty. A little intense, dare I say. Small disclaimer. I do not know how law enforcement / organized crime or any of that truly works, but... I tried. So.. this might not be totally accurate. But hopefully, it’s done in a way that’s not godawful.

Second disclaimer : we’re going to assume that a little bit of time has passed between the first part and this one, m’kay? so yes.

Obligatory Warnings: mentions of organized crime, a bit of a plot twist, intense fluff, slight angst hurt/comfort, ashley dabbling in things that ashley’s not fully aware of but trying, swearing aaand that’s it. Tomorrow’s piece miiight be a little...spicier. Maybe.

The Squad:

[ wrestling tag doc - if you’re not on here, I will not be tagging you, just to be safe. Don’t want to annoy anyone or anything. ]

a u g u s t rush - drew gulak x ofc.

“You cannot tell her what’s happening. I need you to understand this, Agent Gulak.” Daniel Bryan stated the obvious for what had to have been the millionth time since Drew took the case and went in deep cover. On the other end of the line, Drew swore under his breath and managed to calmly reply, “Understood. Did you receive my email?” as a way to change the subject quickly. Otherwise, Drew thought to himself, Daniel is going to pick right up on just how hell bent I am on not obeying my orders to the letter.

“I did. The footage the bugs you planted picked up will go a long way in helping the DEA. If I had to guess, you won’t have to be in much longer. Now I’m gonna ask you again, agent… Can you continue without telling her what you’re involved in?” Daniel repeated himself, pausing to wait for an answer. Oh, he knew perfectly well that Drew had ulterior motivation in taking on this case. If the guy would just confess that to him, he might be surprised what Daniel was prepared to do to help him out.

They’d all been there at some point. You didn’t do this job as long as they had without forming some kind of protective attachment to some of the trapped victims in these things. Hell, he’d definitely done that himself.

But he knew the agent he was handling was… not the kind of guy to ask for help. He’d rather rely on himself than turn to a more seasoned team member and rely on them. The thought had Daniel fuming and preparing himself to do what he might have to do, going to their lead agent and telling them that he believed Agent Gulak may be well on the way to compromising himself.

Drew swallowed hard and tugged at his tie, two things that would’ve been a dead giveaway for Daniel Bryan if he were around to witness, luckily, he wasn’t. He propped his legs on the desk in front of him and took a deep breath, already going into exit strategy mode.

Because there had to be a way to do this and get her out of danger. There had to be. And he wasn’t going to rest until he found that way.

He’d just hung up when he heard her speak up from behind and he realized that somehow, she’d just heard his entire conversation…

Well fuck, he thought to himself, this is going to be fun. I can’t very well not tell her what’s going on now, can I? She’s obviously just heard the conversation.

“Catalina? What the hell are you doing up? And standing outside of doors? Don’t you know it’s rude to eavesdrop?” he turned accusatory, hoping that it’d make her angry enough not to push him. Not to make him crack and tell her everything.

But one look in those big green eyes of hers as she stepped close… dangerously close… that clearly spelled out that if he thought he was keeping this secret?

He was in for a surprise.

I froze in the doorway, focused on processing what I’d just overheard Drew saying to whoever he’d been talking to. When it started to piece itself together, all I could do was stand there, shocked.

He wasn’t what I’d written him off to be. He was trying to do the right thing here and somehow, I never should have had a doubt about that. The fact that I had made me feel like utter shit. I shook my head and my mouth opened, only to close again when nothing would come out. I didn’t even realize he was aware I was in the room until he started angrily barking questions at me and I met his gaze, biting my lip as I stepped into the room and shut the door behind me.

Drew walked over and locked it quickly, pacing back and forth in front of me for a little bit.

I stepped in front of him at one point, stopping him and reaching up to thread my fingers along his tie and tug at it. “For your information… I wasn’t eavesdropping, first of all. I came here to apologize about earlier… The argument in the limo? The one where you basically called me a privileged brat?”

He eyed me, taking a deep breath as our bodies brushed against each other. I paused and toyed with the untied tie, not daring to meet his gaze. Because now that I knew the truth, I felt horrible for the way I’d been handling things since he just waltzed back into my life. He was right. I had been behaving like a brat.

Because I never got closure. I never got to tell him how much him leaving me would hurt. I never got the chance to tell him that I wanted to leave with him and that I loved him, probably more than I’d ever loved anyone.

But he was right here, right now.

It didn’t have to continue like this.

Maybe we could even have a second chance. A better one, especially if I got out and away like I’m trying to.

,, you know how dangerous that is, don’t even go there.” but it was too late. Even as that rebuttal entered my mind, I was indeed already going there. In leaps and bounds and another realization dawned.

This ship hadn’t sailed. I wasn’t ‘over him’ like I claimed. I’d never really stopped loving him.

And what he was doing?

Was dangerous as hell. What if I lost him somehow? Without at least attempting to act on all this?

“Yeah?” his voice was thicker, and his finger curled beneath my chin, guiding my face so that I had to look him in the eyes. I took a second, staring at him; distracted and he repeated himself again, more firmly this time when he asked exactly what I’d heard.

“Enough to know I was completely wrong. And more than enough to know that maybe you were right earlier. Maybe” I stepped closer, my body pressed against his. He swallowed hard and stared down at me expectantly and I took a deep breath, continuing, “Maybe I was being a brat earlier.”

“There’s absolutely no maybe to it. You were being a complete brat.” Drew countered calmly, reaching around me to lock the door to the room. “But I understand. I left. After I promised I wouldn’t.”

“Did you leaving then have any reason to do with why you’re back now?” I asked the question quietly, hopefully and I found myself holding my breath while I looked up at him and waited on my answer.

“To an extent. My cover was about to be blown back then. I had to disappear. I’m surprised they let me take this one. My cover could still be blown..” he trailed off, going quiet and raised his hand to my face, taking it in his hand. His thumb rolled over my skin and he took a second or two before continuing, “I had no choice but to disappear. And lie to you about who I was back then. If you knew…”

I nodded because I understood. “I get it.”

His hand moved from my cheek, splayed across the back of my head with his fingers tangled in my hair as he looked down at me and muttered quietly, “I had other reasons for taking this. If your dad is in prison, you’re free. You don’t have to worry about all the measures he goes through to keep you prisoner. I came back for you too.”

I felt my stomach flutter a little and my hand rested palm down against the button front shirt before finally clutching at it as I rose to tiptoe and cautiously planted what I thought would be a clumsy kiss against the corner of his mouth. Drew groaned quietly, his free hand going to my lower back, the hand in my hair tugging, pulling my mouth completely against his as he breathed against my lips, “I’m not leaving without you. And I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Am I in as much danger as my father says I’m in all the time?” the question came out quietly after the kiss broke, the two of us pulling away with flushed faces and breathing heavily. I leaned against him and worked on composure.

This was not what I’d come in here for, but it was everything I wanted -and apparently, needed.

“Worse than. I don’t think that asshole really knows just how many people are after him. So when he cast the net for a new bodyguard for you and I put two and two together...I knew I had to come back.”

I nodded, staring up at him as I took a few deep breaths. I knew his secret now. I mulled it over and quietly, I sat down on the edge of the heavy mahogany desk nearby and started to tell him mine. How I planned to leave and in a few months, send a flash drive of every single illegal and shady thing my father had ever done to the FBI. How I knew I’d have to permanently disappear after doing so because daughter or not, betrayal was not something my father took lightly. As I finished up, Drew was pacing the room again, rubbing his chin in thought.

“Give me the flash drive.”

“But he’ll.. If he even thinks you’re not on the up and up…”

“I can call for backup, Cat. You can’t.”

“Damn it, Drew..”

“Don’t fucking argue with me, Cat. Give me the flash drive. I can get it to my handler. Once my handler has it, we can figure out everything else.” Drew insisted and I nodded, biting my lip.

“I’ll meet you tomorrow night. At 8. I’ll be back at my own apartment then. Pretty sure he’s told you that, he plans to make you camp outside my door to keep me safe. It’s what he did with the others.” I told him as my fingertip trailed over his lips.

“8, it is.” he muttered quietly, leaning in to pull me into another deep and steady kiss before I hurried out, back down to my own wing of the mansion.

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brittle-bone-gabe · 5 years

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Mistletozier

Summary: For years Richie has been trying to get Eddie under the mistletoe, each time it was a failure. Pairing: Eddie x Reddie (Reddie) Read Ao3: Here

1989

“Eddie, Eddie!” Richie called as he climbed down into the Loser’s clubhouse. The rest of the Losers were busy today, running around shopping, having to stay home alone and weren’t allowed to leave the house, so Eddie was the only one that Richie could bother. “Eddie!” He called again, standing at the bottom of the ladder, watching the smaller boy sit on the hammock. He had a shower cap over his head to make sure no spiders fell on him and his winter coat still on, reading the assigned homework they were given for holiday break. “You’re seriously reading that?” Richie asked, walking over to him.

“Unfortunately,” Eddie replied, his eyes skimming the page he was on, “I need to get a good grade or I’ll fail and then my mom will have a fucking stroke or something.”

“Hopefully...” Richie mumbled.

Eddie’s head shot up, glaring at him. “Richie!”

“What?! You can’t tell me you like being bossed around all the time.”

“She’s my mom, dipshit.”

“Oh, excuse me, I thought she was your mommy.” Richie yelped when Eddie threw his book at him, having barely enough time to cover his face with his arms before the book made contact with him. “Don’t be that way, Eddie Spaghetti,” he said as he tried to squeeze his way into the hammock, but Eddie was making it difficult. “I’m trying to call a truce here, Spaghetti!”

“Then stop calling me spaghetti!” Eddie said, trying to kick the taller boy out of the hammock. “I was here first!”

“Wait!” Richie grabbed Eddie’s ankles to stop him from kicking at him, “I have a question for you.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes, knowing that it had to be a joke. Richie just didn’t say ‘I have a question’ and actually asked a question. He knew it would be something like... ‘Oh, has your mom said anything about me?’ ‘Do you think you’ll hit 5′5″ before you turn thirty?’ Either way it pissed Eddie off and was ready to fight him.

“What.” It wasn’t a question, Eddie really didn’t want to know what the question Richie had for him was. He watched as Richie fished through his front pocket, trying to find the thing he brought with him down in the club house. Eddie flinched when he pulled his hand back out of his pocket, assuming it was going to be a middle finger. “What the fuck is that?” He finally asked, tilting his head to the side at the small plant looking thing Richie was now holding; it was slightly flattened from being in his pocket, it had a small red bow attached to the top with some fake looking berries plastered on it.

“What’s wrong, Eds? Never heard of a mistletoe?”

“A... what?”

Richie wasn’t sure if Eddie was being serious or actually never heard of a mistletoe before, but either way... he was in love with an idiot. He dangled the small, plastic plant over his head, looking up at it as if he had no idea why it was there. Did he really want to go through with this? Did he want to tell Eddie what the mistletoe was and what the tradition was behind it? Richie had this whole thing planned out; he was going to surprise Eddie by hanging the small plant above the hammock before the smaller boy showed up, and when Richie ‘noticed’ it, he was going to point it out and kiss Eddie before he knew what was happening. Although, he wasn’t expecting that Eddie would make it here before him, the idiot left his bike propped up against the tree.

“A mistletoe!” Richie tried again, holding it out so it was hovering over him and Eddie, who looked up at it. “You know what it is?”

“Uh... no? Wait, is that a flower?”

“What? No. It’s a-”

“A plant? Is that a plant?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“I have a plant allergy, Richie!” Eddie shot up from the hammock, almost knocking Richie out of it as he did. “Ever heard of allergic rhinitis?!”

“Wh... no?”

“Hay fever? You’ve heard of that?”

“Isn’t that just seasonal- Eddie! It’s not real! It’s plastic, fake!”

“Yeah, it’s seasonal allergies, idiot. But did you know you can get that shit in the winter too?” Richie sat back in the hammock, dropping the mistletoe on his chest while watching Eddie rant about allergies. Great. This plan wasn’t working out well, he wasn’t trying to rile him up, but here they were. “Most of the time seasonal allergies is caused by a grass and pollen allergy, but in the winter it’s mostly due to dust mites. Do you know what dust mites are, Richie?” Richie could only nod, using his foot to rock the hammock. “They-”

“It’s not real, Eddie,” he tried again, interrupting Eddie’s ramblings, “th-the plant, not... whatever it is you’re talking about.”

“You say it’s not real, but how do I know you’re not lying to me?” Eddie asked, folding his arms across his chest with a small pout.

“Why would I purposely trigger your allergies? It’s just a-”

Eddie scoffed, throwing his hands up in frustration before zipping up his winter coat. He grabbed his book, turning to face Richie who gave him a weird look, like he was stupid or something.

“Whatever that is I don’t want it,” he finally said, walking over to the ladder. “I’m gonna go home and take some allergy pills before they get worse.”

Richie watched Eddie go up the wooden ladder, his mouth opened as he wanted to say something to try and stop him. It was too late. Eddie was already heading out to the snowy outside, leaving Richie with many things to say, none of which would ever get spoken. God, why were the cute ones so stupid? Richie sighed, fidgeting with the mistletoe that was now in his hands.

Maybe someday.

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1993

This was the final Friday for the students at Derry High School before holiday break began. Everyone was excited for their two week vacation, ready for presents, laying in bed doing nothing all day, food, and spending time with family. Well, everyone was excited except for seventeen-year-old Richie Tozier; when he learned that Eddie was going to be gone for those two weeks starting tomorrow he was extremely upset. Something about seeing family. Either way, Richie was still upset, there was something he wanted to try to do before he left, hopefully this year it would work.

“How do I look?” Richie asked his best friend Beverly as he put on the headband with a mistletoe hanging above him. “Stupid, right? I want it to look stupid.” Bev leaned over, planting a kiss on Richie’s cheek as for tradition. “Eugh!” Richie said dramatically, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. “Cooties.”

Beverly rolled her eyes. “Yes, you look extremely stupid, Trashmouth.” Richie had a goofy smile on his face, giving two thumbs up. “I’m sure Eddie’ll get it this time.”

The memory made Richie shudder. He remembered he told Beverly all about how his first time trying this worked out, that Eddie had no idea what a mistletoe was and freaked out about hay fever and left him behind. Hopefully now that Eddie was older he would get it this time, or maybe he’d be awkward enough and ditch again. Which is what Richie swore up and down what happened last time, there was no way someone has never heard of a mistletoe, right? Right. Okay, Bev was right, he got it this time. It was going to be cute and give something for Eddie to remember while he was gone with family this Christmas.

“And how do I look?” Richie pushed his semi-curly hair back, readjusting his glasses to make sure everything looked right.

Bev licked her hand, scrubbing the speck of dirt that was stuck on Richie’s cheek. “Golden. Go get ‘em.” She patted his back with a smile on her face as he started off towards Eddie’s locker. She watched him squeeze through the crowd of the hallway, shaking her head. Honestly she couldn’t believe that Richie and Eddie weren’t together yet.

Richie was tall enough to be able to see over most of the crowd, his blank expression changed into a huge smile when he saw Eddie searching through his locker. Yes, okay, perfect. This would be his year. He would get Eddie to kiss him over this stupid tradition, he swore to god. Even if he had to bluntly spell it out for him. K-I-S-S M-E, Y-O-U I-D-I-O-T.

Eddie had his backpack on the floor as he was moving the textbook from the morning periods to his locker, switching them out with the afternoon periods textbooks. He used to carry them all at once so he didn’t have that anxiety of rushing to go to his locker, but since he went through two backpacks in the year he had to stop doing that because his mom was getting mad about buying him new ones. Of course, she blamed Richie for roughhousing with him, causing the backpacks to break. No... it was just because Eddie didn’t want to make an extra stop at his locker.

“Helllooo, Eddie!” Richie said long and dramatically, pulling the locker door open some more so he could stand in front of it, leaning it up against the other lockers with his shoulder.

“Hey, Richie,” Eddie said, not even looking at him as he was putting books from his backpack to his locker, “what’s up?”

“Ooooh, nootthiiin’” He reached up, poking at the mistletoe that was dangling down over him, the little bells jingling as he did, trying to get Eddie’s attention, but he wasn’t budging. Richie frowned. “Eddie. Eds. Eddie, my love.” Normally that last one caught his attention. “Bitch, pay attention to me!”

Finally Eddie looked up at him, finally noticing the mistletoe above them. “Oh,” he said, standing up, rolled his hoodie sleeves up so they were above his forearms. “Mistletoe. Whose that for, Richie?”

Richie discreetly bit his bottom lip, trying to get the hint across. Notice, you idiot, notice, Richie was thinking to himself. Maybe out of the blue Eddie would gain the power to read minds and kiss him.

“I dunno,” Richie said, trying to sound smooth, “whoever’s under it I guess. That’s how mistletoe’s work, right?”

“Huh...” Eddie reached up, jingling the fake plant. “That’s actually really cute. Did you know if you were you to eat mistletoe it could technically kill you? It can poison you.”

Richie wanted to strangle the hell out of the shorter boy in front of him for being so oblivious. Why was he being like this? Did he not get it? Was he just nervous about this? Oh, shit, maybe Eddie wasn’t gay or bisexual or anything and Richie was making him uncomfortable.

“Oh... yeah...” Richie was trying so hard to not sound disappointed as he took off the headband. “Yeah, I found it at the pharmacy.” He put it on Eddie’s head so it was hanging over his face now. “You know what a mistletoe is, right? Like, what the tradition is?”

Eddie’s face turned a light shade of pink that Richie could see clearly under the bright lights of the hallway. With shaky, anxious hands, he reached up and took the headband off from his head, holding it back out to Richie who sadly took it. Of course he knew the tradition was. Well, back then he didn’t, the first time Richie tried pulling this stunt Eddie had no clue what was going on until he went home to ask his mom what a mistletoe was. He would never forget the look on her face when he went on to explain that Richie had one and held it over them in the hammock that day, she was looked stunned and confused, acting different around Richie since. They both noticed, and Eddie would always apologize, but Richie couldn’t care less about that.

“Yeah... Yeah, I...” Eddie trailed off, looking into Richie’s eyes, seeing the desperation and sadness there, “I think I know the tradition.” He moved his backpack from the floor, slinging it over his shoulders before nudging Richie out of the way so he could close his locker. He had opened his mouth to speak, but the warning bell indicating that it was almost time to start the first afternoon class interrupted him. “I gotta go, Richie,” he squeaked, making himself small as he moved past Richie, he couldn’t bear to see the sadness that now took over Richie’s face.

Richie let out a frustrated sigh, twisting the mistletoe headband in his hands until he could feel it crack under the pressure. Goddamn it. Fuck. This was the second time Eddie’s dodged the fucking mistletoe and Richie’s heart was, as cliche as it sounded, broken.

As Eddie was maneuvering through the crowded hallway of rushing teens trying to make it to their class on time. Of course he fucking knew what the mistletoe meant. Whoever stood under it meant that they had to kiss. Something Eddie always wanted to fucking do. He’ll admit, he had no idea what it meant the first time Richie pulled that shit when they were fourteen-years-old, but once he found out he kicked himself for not knowing and taking advantage of that. And today? What the fuck was that? Admittedly, Eddie was caught off guard with Richie’s stupid headband, but he had the chance to kiss him again.

‘Do you know the tradition?’

‘Of course I know the tradition, but I can’t kiss you if the mistletoe is on my head, we both have to be under it,’ Eddie wanted to say at that moment. He smacked his forehead in frustration, why didn’t he speak up?

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2019

Richie and Eddie have been dating for a total of three years. Ever since the whole being called back to Derry, Maine after all these years, all these memories flooded back and made Richie break down. He remembered all those nights where he would sneak out of his house in the middle of the night and go to Eddie’s house, climbing through his window and they would stay up all night just to talk about whatever. He remembered carving their initials in the Kissing Bridge, hoping that it would somehow magically bring them together. It wasn’t until it started snowing in Chicago this year when Richie remembered all those sad attempts at trying to use a mistletoe to get Eddie to kiss him for the first time. He cringed, at the same time he thought it was cute.

This would be the year, Richie thought to himself as he set the plastic bag of Christmas decorations down on the kitchen counter that Eddie had sent him out to buy. I’m gonna get it to work this time, he thought as he pulled out the mistletoe from the bag, the one thing that wasn’t on Eddie’s list. He would get a kiss out of this mistletoe or die trying.

Richie started running around the house, trying to decide the perfect place to place the mistletoe. Doorway? Cliche. Front door? Too cold as it was too snowy outside. Thankfully Eddie was out right now, but Richie just received a text from him saying that he was on his way home. Fuck. He didn’t have a lot of time left.

Richie looked up. Oh. Perfect.

He stood up on the coffee table that was placed in the center of the living room, having to stand on his toes as he was reaching up to place the mistletoe in the perfect spot. He could just barely reach, but... fuck, he may need tape for it to stick. Did they have tape? Somewhere, right? Eddie’s been wrapping presents like a madman lately.

Once he jumped down from the table he scrambled into the guest bedroom that Eddie was using to wrap presents. Moving things around until it was all on the floor desperately looking for tape. How could he not have tape? This was bullshit.

Oh... that’s why Eddie went to the store. He said he ran out of tape and wrapping paper.

Back out to the kitchen, Richie started going through the junk drawer that they could hardly open since they had so much junk in it. There had to be something in here that would make this stupid piece of plastic stick for five minutes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Richie mumbled in between the mistletoe that was placed in between his teeth as he was going through the drawer. “C’mon... this shouldn’t be so fucking hard. ...Aha!” He announced happily, even though he was the only one at home. When he turned around he saw their tan Pomeranian looking up at him, his tongue hanging out as he was wagging his tail. “What the fuck are you looking at, you little bitch? ” Richie asked the dog playfully before reaching down to give him a pet. “Such a good boy,” he knelt down to pet him some more. “Such a-” the dog snatched the mistletoe out of Richie’s mouth, running off with it. “Hey! No! Bad boy!” Richie yelled after the small dog. “Peanuts! No! Drop it!”

If anyone was looking from the outside looking in saw this six-foot-something man chasing around this small Pomeranian it would be the perfect skit. Unfortunately, this was a pain in the ass for Richie, all he wanted to do was surprise Eddie and finally get that stupid holiday kiss he wanted since they were kids. Was that really so hard?

“Peanuts! Down! Want a treat?” He was trying anything and everything he could to get the dog to stop and drop the mistletoe. Thank god it was fake, Richie recalled that Eddie said something about if you ate a real mistletoe you’d get poisoned and die. If anything happened to this dog Eddie would kill everyone. “Treat, treat, treat!” Richie said in a high pitched voice, trying to get his attention as he held up the dog treat.

Peanuts stopped, looking up at the treat in Richie’s hand, still holding onto the plastic plant as he was wagging his tail.

“Yeaaah, this has your attention, huh?” Richie said, waving his arm slowly side to side, watching as Peanut followed his every move. “Sit!” Peanuts did what he was told, plopping down as soon as the word left Richie’s mouth. “Now... drop it!” Peanuts tilted his head to the side, not quite understanding what he was supposed to do. ‘Drooop iiit...” He growled out of frustration, just wanting the damn treat. Richie held the treat out so it was directly in front of Peanuts’ nose. The small, fluffy dog dropped the mistletoe, snatching the treat from Richie’s hand as he went into their bedroom to eat it underneath his bed, as he did whenever he got a treat.

Richie let out a thankful sigh, picking up the mistletoe that was now covered in dog slobber. Oh well. Whatever, he got what he wanted. He grabbed the hot glue gun from the counter, going back to stand on the coffee table.

As soon as he was finishing up gluing the mistletoe to the smoke detector Richie could hear Eddie’s car door slam shut in the driveway. Oh, fuck. He cut this too close. Richie started blowing on the glue, hoping it’ll make it stick in place just for five minutes. Once it seemed stabled, he hopped down, pushing the coffee table back into place just as Eddie walked through the door.

Sweat was covering Richie’s forehead as he stood directly underneath the mistletoe that was up too high for Eddie to even notice, refusing to move from his spot in front of the couch. Eddie raised an eyebrow, knowing instantly that something was up with his boyfriend.

“What’cha doin’?” Eddie asked instantly, dropping the bags down at his feet.

“N..nothing,” Richie responded with a goofy smile on his face. “What’re yooou doin’, hot stuff? How was the store? See any babes?”

Judging by how Richie was acting, Eddie knew that he was up to something. A prank? A date? He could never tell with Richie, he was always mixing it up.

“What did you do?” Was the only thing that came to Eddie’s mind to ask. “Where’s Peanuts?”

“Ah...” Richie started to explain, but had to stop to catch his breath, “the little devil is contained with a treat and nothing else. Nothing... that could poison him. I assure you, my sweet, sweet, Spaghetti, I did nothing wrong.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “What?!”

“He’s fine! He has a treat!”

“Don’t... call me spaghetti!”

“Sorry, Eddsie.”

“Oh, that’s new...” Eddie folded his arms over his chest. “What are you hiding?”

“Why don’tcha come here and I’ll tell you.”

Eddie noticed that Richie hasn’t moved a muscle since he entered the doorway, out of character for him for sure since any time he entered the house Richie was there to hug him and kiss him.

“No.”

“What? Eddie, come here!”

“No, not until you tell me what you did.”

“Just!” Richie stopped, whining in frustration. “Come here! I’ll tell you! Please! Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, plea-”

“Shut up! Okay!” Eddie kicked off his snow covered shoes onto the rug, shrugging off his winter coat before making his way over to Richie cautiously just in case this was a prank of some kind. “You talk so fucking much, you idiot.” He stopped about a foot away from Richie, who looked to still be in distress. “What? I’m here.”

“Clooooser!”

“I am not getting any closer until you tell me what you’re up to.”

“I’ll tell you!” Richie held out his arms to him, wiggling his fingers. “Come here!” He couldn’t help but giggle, causing Eddie to raise an eyebrow before taking a step back. “Uh, wrong way, my sweet Eds. C’mere.”

“You did something.”

“I did do something,” the smile somehow grew on Richie’s face if that was even possible. “I won’t- No, I can’t tell you until you come stand.. right...” he pointed to the open area directly in front of him, “here. I know you’re curious. Or... maybe afraid? Just know I am not hiding anything from you this time.”

“Like how you hid the fact you killed my favorite plant while I was away for a week?”

“Mhm!” Richie hummed happily, nodding. “Better than that!”

Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes as he stood where Richie had directed him to. He had to look up at the taller man at this point to look into his eyes. When he did, he noticed the mistletoe that was hanging from the smoke detector.

“Are you fucking serious?” Eddie said, looking back down to look at Richie.

“Third times the charm, right?” Richie asked with a single arm shrug.

“But the smoke detector? Seriously? Do you know how dangerous that is, Richie? Say there was a fire, the smoke may not make it up there properly because of the-”

Eddie was cut off when Richie bent down, pressing his lips against Eddie’s cold ones from being out in that Chicago winter. He had both hands on Eddie’s hips, bringing him closer until their bodies were basically pressed against each other, sharing body heat. Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie’s neck to bring him down closer, deepening the kiss as best as he could from where he was standing.

“I want that off of the smoke detector,” Eddie mumbled against Richie’s lips.

“Mmm... may have trouble with that,” he responded once he pulled away, “I super glued it. Mistletoe tradition all year ‘round, baby!” He pumped his fist in the air.

Eddie reached down, grabbing the empty wrapping paper tube that Peanuts was trying to drag around earlier, bonking it against Richie’s face, his glasses almost falling off.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

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The ABC's of Fluff

(Maxwell x Amanda) as requested by @krsnlove Here is the rest. 😉

A-M here

Taken from my, "The Other Friend" series.

N= Near How near to each other do they like to be? Liam likes to tease them about this. He says they are like two magnets. Wherever one is, the other will be close by or on the way of being next to the other. They are usually within easy touching distance. Since they were children, they have always chosen to sit beside each other (even during the dreaded cootie years). It is rare to see them far apart if they are in the same room.

O= Only One What made them realize the other one was the only one for them? Amanda realized this when she was fifteen. When Maxwell had been ready to fight whoever had made her upset, she knew that no one would ever understand her like he did. Maxwell realized that she was the only one for him when he noticed that he compared each woman he met to her. He knew then that he loved her more than a friend and hoped to find a way to convince her that they should be together.

P= Paradise Where do they like to escape to in order to spend time alone as a couple? They have a few of these places, but their favorite is the observatory behind their home. When nights are clear, they can be found stargazing in each other's arms. The second place that they love to retreat to is their theater room. They will cuddle up together in the dark while watching their favorite movies.

Q= Quality How do they spend quality time together? Maxwell loves to take Amanda for a night out on the town. Dancing is the perfect activity for these two. They usually end the night in each other's arms, swaying to a slow song. Over dinner, they can be found reminiscing and making each other laugh with their observations. They try to at least have one night a week during the social season to get off alone for date night.

R = Relax How does one help the other relax after a stressful day? Depending on the type of stress, Maxwell has special remedies he incorporates to help Amanda relax. Typically, he has the kettle going so she can relax with a pot of English Breakfast tea. He will then get in position to hold her close until she is no longer tense, listening tI what had caused her stress. Amanda can usually tell when Maxwell is under pressure. She will coax him into laying down either on the couch or their bed. She then will slowly run her fingers through his hair, rubbing his forehead and the back of his neck. Within moments, his body is relaxed and he is dangerously close to falling asleep.

S = Sleep How do they sleep? Spooning? Cuddling? Touching or not? Ah. The one sore subject between them. Maxwell is a cuddler. Amanda gets hot easily and prefers to not be touched while sleeping. She cuddles with him and tries to escape his arms once he is asleep. There have been a few times when she pulled away too soon and received his "utterly devastated" look. This usually results in her slowly dying of heat stroke in his embrace just to keep him happy while sleeping.

T = Touch What ways do they touch to show affection when around others? These two have no problem showing a little PDA. They pined over each over for years. They see no reason to waste any more time in hiding their love for one another. Holding hands and kisses on the cheek are their typical method, though they have been seen to have their arms around each other while sharing a slightly heated kiss.

U= Unique What is unique about their relationship? One thing that is unique is that they both believed it was impossible that the other felt anything more than friendship. They have been best friends for as long as they can remember and had shared every secret except for their true feelings for one another.

V = Value What do they value most from their partner? Amanda values Maxwell's unswerving loyalty and his tender heart. He values her patience and her dedication.

W = Warm Which one is the warmest? It is a toss up between the two of them when it comes to being warm emotionally. They are both tender hearted to those that they care about, especially to one another. Physically, Amanda is always warm to the touch which draws Maxwell to her. He is always seeking a heat source and she is his favorite one.

X= X Who initiates the most kisses? At the start of their romantic relationship, Amanda was the one to usually pull Maxwell into a kiss. Once he realized that not only was this really happening but that she loved him as much as he did her, he became the one to kiss her whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Y = Yearn Which one has the hardest time being apart? Maxwell struggles with it the most. After nearly losing Amanda to poisoning and then when they were both shot, he can not stand the thought of not being there with her in case something bad happens. He hates when he has to leave her to go out of town or she has to go without him. He is grateful that she is so understanding when he calls and texts her throughout the day and night. Their video chats help a little more because then he can actually see that she is safe and well.

Z = Zest Which one likes to add a little spark to their dates? Maxwell likes to think of things that he believes will bring a smile to Amanda's face or will cause her to jump in his arms to kiss him. He will try and add either something that will show her how special she is to him or will bring up a happy memory. He is all about reenacting special moments. She is usually in awe of these little touches he adds to their nights out.

#choices trr #the royal romance #trr maxwell #maxwell x amanda #choices #fluff

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