#yeah the one that makes chocolate chip cookies everytime you come over

[the7thcrow]

600 degrees

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pairing: bang chan x (fem) reader

summary: you can’t cook. like, really can’t cook. good thing your cute neighbour is here to help clean up the mess.

word count: 5.1k

genre: neighbours au. strangers to lovers. the fluffiest of fluff, slightly suggestive.

warnings: a make-out session, bad humour, minho being a twat of a roommate, and tooth-rotting fluff.

rating: 14+

a/n: hi guys! hope you enjoy this one, it’s so much more wholesome and fluffy than what i usually write, but I'm pretty happy about it. don’t by shy to send me an ask or leave a comment. anything you have to say, I would love to hear. :)

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“Fine. Since you won’t come, at least enlighten me on how you plan to keep yourself busy?” Minho asks, casually leaning against your kitchen island. He stares at you, with that familiar condescending smirk you’ve seen far too many times.

“I don’t know,” you state, rolling your eyes. Rising to your feet, you head over to your shared refrigerator, pulling a bottle of Sangria out of the fridge. “But I’m sure I’ll find something.”

“You know, if you want to drink, you could at least do it at the party.” Minho approaches you from behind, placing both his hands on your shoulders. “It’s a lot less sad that way.”

You slap his hand away, letting out a frustrated groan at the laughter he lets out from his own joke. “I get out plenty, quit acting like I’m some lonely cat lady,” you say, grabbing your favourite wine glass from the cupboard. “I like parties, I just don’t like Jisung’s parties. They always get way out of hand.”

“But Y/N,” Minho wines, picking up your freshly poured glass and taking a sip, earning himself a glare. “I never said you were a cat lady, just the lonely part.”

At that you snatch the glass away from his hands. Not wanting to deal with this torment any longer, you walk back to your comfortable, worn-in spot on the couch.

“You know I’m right,” he says, continuing despite the fact you begin to turn up the volume of the television. “And the only way you’re going to change that is by accompanying me to Jisung’s loud, out of hand parties.”

You turn to face him, raising your eyebrows. “Somehow, I doubt my soulmate associates himself with Han Jisung.”

“Well that can’t be right, because I associate myself with Han Jisung?”

“Shut up, Minho.”

Your roommate snickers to himself as he opens the fridge, taking a quick glance at everything - or for a better term, lack of anything - inside. “What are you even going to eat? There’s nothing leftover from last night.”

“I’ll make something,” you say. Frankly, you had expected the outburst of laughter, but that didn’t do anything to simmer down your growing annoyance.

“Make something?” Minho laughs, giving you an incredulous stare. “Y/N, I’ve lived with you for two years and I don’t think I’ve seen you cook anything once.”

“Hey, I can cook,” you return, wrinkling your nose. “But why would I, when I have you to do it for me?”

At this, it’s Minho’s turn to roll his eyes. “Yeah, okay, I take that back. I don’t want you to come, have fun curling up on the couch alone with your three cats.”

“They’re literally yours.”

“Whatever,” he says, opening your front door. “Just don’t burn the apartment down, alright?”

As he closes the door, you flip him off. At first, you aren’t sure if he saw, but you’re given your answer as his laughter echoes down the hallway, fading as he walks further away.

You scowl. Of course you can cook. Well, at the very least, well enough to make a meal for one on a saturday night. Minho didn’t know what he was talking about.

Minho. Your best friend and roommate for the last two years. Man, does the guy have a way of pushing your buttons. You love him, of course. In the weird, bickering, just short of volatile friendship sort of way the two of you had developed.

Still, you can’t deny that even with his painfully irritable nature, he is still a good friend. No matter how many times you say no, he always offers to take you anywhere he goes. He pushes you out of your comfort zone. He’s there to console you when a date goes bad, or you failed a test you studied hard for. He makes all his meals for two, just because he doesn’t want you to live solely off shitty take-out.

He’s your rock. Your platonic other half. Your closest companion.

Which means you are going to prove him wrong, and then rub it in his face as much as you possibly can. Of course, because that’s what friends are for.

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Then again, maybe you wouldn’t. Or, at the very least, it was going to be exceedingly more difficult now that your apartment was full of smoke.

Covering your nose with one hand, you take the tray of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. If you can even call them that, as they now held a far closer resemblance to that of hockey pucks. Both in looks, and what you could assume in taste, as well.

Okay, you know chocolate chip cookies don’t really count as a decent meal, but they are the only thing you remember how to cook from when you lived at home. Or maybe you didn’t remember, based on the tray of failure sitting in front of you.

Then, to make matters even worse, your fire alarm starts going off.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath. Now you are going to have to go to the front desk, let them know everything is okay.

Maybe Minho was right, you should’ve just went to Jisung’s stupid party and eaten something there. Putting all the other painful aspects of Han’s parties aside, Felix was his roommate, so the horderves were always excellent.

They were better than your hockey puck cookies, anyway.

Letting out a disappointed sigh, you open your apartment door, prepared to get a rough scolding from the lady working the front desk. However, you are surprised to find a man standing in front of you, his hand in the air, as if he were about to knock.

“Hi,” he says, awkwardly putting his hand back down at his side. He has messy platinum blonde hair, and soft eyes. He’s cute, and the realization quickly makes you recognize him.

“You’re my neighbor,” you say, pointing a finger at him. It’s not until he doesn’t respond immediately that you realize it was a strange thing to say. Obviously, he knows he’s your neighbor, and he might be a little offended you didn’t recognize him immediately.

Then again, the two of you had never really talked before. Everytime you would pass each other in the hall, he’d always give a polite nod and continue walking. Sometimes you’d try to say hello, or start a small conversation, but he always disappeared quickly. It had gotten to the point where you assumed he had some strange, unwarranted grudge against you.

So, it was safe to say that you were more than just a little surprised to find him at your door.

“Uh, yeah, I am. Are you okay? I thought I smelt something burning, and then I heard the fire alarm go off.” He asks, peeking behind you into your apartment, seeing if he can catch sight of any flames.

Instead, his eyes land on your tray of butchered cookies, and he… smirks?

“Oh,” he says, attempting to hide the smile growing on his face. “Having some cooking trouble?”

You stare at him for a moment, watching as his lips pursed together, stifling a chuckle. “Are you...” you begin, your jaw dropping slightly. “Are you laughing at me?”

“No,” he looks down at you, finally letting his grin free. “I would never.”

“Yeah, okay,” you frown, already not enjoying that sarcastic look on his face. You thought you’d be able to avoid that humiliating look considering Minho wasn’t here, but apparently not.

 “As you can see, it’s nothing. So if you’ll excuse me,” you continue, attempting to move past him. “I need to go get my neck rung by the lady at the front desk,” However, he doesn’t budge from his place in your door frame. You cast him a glare, which only makes his smile grow wider.

“Nah, don’t worry, I’ll go let her know,” he says, already turning to walk down the hall. You open your mouth to object, but he casts a glance over his shoulder, snickering. “You focus on cleaning up whatever those black lumps were supposed to be.”

You stand in your doorway, dumbfounded as your neighbor disappears down the complex staircase. Who did this guy think he was, openly laughing at your current predicament? Sure, if the roles were reversed, there’s no doubt that you would do the same. But that isn’t the point.

No. The point is that you are not impressed by the audacity of this stranger, and you are going to make sure that this distaste is known.

Grumbling to yourself, you dump the still smoking cookies in the trash can. It’s a shame, really. You’d thought you were doing so well, too. You thought this would be your chance to prove Minho wrong. Minho. Oh, he would be having an absolute hay day if he were here right now, and the thought only makes your scowl deepen.

“Well,” your neighbor calls from behind you, causing you to jump slightly. He reappears in the open door frame, sticking his neck inside, but not fully crossing the threshold into your apartment. “She’s not thrilled, but the alarm didn’t trigger the main system’s sprinklers, so you’re good.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

The man smiles. “If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly were you trying to make anyway?”

An embarrassed blush casts itself over your cheeks. “Chocolate chip cookies,” you mumble, not meeting his eyes.

He lets out a burst of laughter, smiling widely. You can’t help but notice that he had a cute smile, dimples on both of his cheeks, eyes crinkled. Not that you were looking. Not that you cared, obviously.

“How’d you manage to mess up chocolate chip cookies that badly?”

“I don’t know,” you say, shrugging your shoulders helplessly. “You tell me.” You gesture towards the oven. Your neighbor smirks, walking inside your apartment. He bends down in front of your oven, before taking a look inside.

“Well, nothing seems to be wrong in there…” he starts, before glancing up at the set temperature. “Oh,” he states, before looking back at you, his eyes full of pity. “Oh boy.”

“What?” You ask defensively.

“The temperature. You forgot to convert it from celsius to fahrenheit. See?” He says, leaning away from the oven to give you a closer look. “So you thought you were cooking them at 350 degrees fahrenheit, when in reality they were at over 600 degrees.”

“Oh my god,” you say, smacking your palm against your forehead. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I don’t know,” the guy shrugs. “You could have burnt your apartment down, so I’d consider it a win. You’re lucky I got here on time.”

You cast him a scowl, although you can’t seem to relinquish the faintest hint of a smile creeping onto your lips. You know damn well you wouldn’t have started a fire, and that the man showing up really didn’t stop anything but an uncomfortable conversation with the front lady. You are also sure that he is fully aware of this too, which makes your smirk grow wider. Alright, you’ll play along.

“Right, what ever would I do without you?” you say sarcastically, causing your neighbor to playfully roll his eyes. He leans against your kitchen counter, relaxing slightly.

“Does my saviour have a name?” You ask, opening the fridge to take a look at what’s inside. You feel your stomach rumble, taking a glance at the clock to see that it was already past 9:00.

“It’s Chris,” he smiles, leaning over your shoulder. “So what are you going to eat, now that you’ve successfully butchered the easiest recipe known to man?”

“Hey!” You snipe. “That is certainly not the easiest recipe known to man.”

“Fine, fine,” Chris says, putting his hands up in defense. “Maybe not the easiest, but it’s definitely up there. But putting that aside, what are you going to eat? Because I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever seen a fridge so empty.”

You want to quip back at him, but he’s right. Minho usually does the grocery shopping, but because of Jisung’s party tonight he wasn’t planning on cooking anything.

“Good question,” you sigh, closing the refrigerator door before leaning your back against it. “Maybe I’ll just order some take out. I don’t think my pride can handle another failure.”

Chris smiles. “Or, I have an idea,” he says, his eyes glinting. He heads over to your apartment door, and for a moment you worry that he’s leaving.

No, you’re not worried. You’re curious. That’s all. You were curious whether or not he was leaving, nothing more.

When Chris returns, he has his arms full of ingredients. Spinach, penne, tomato sauce, cream, a variety of spices. The list goes on, and he stumbles slightly, almost dropping the surplus of food onto your kitchen floor. Imagining the mess, you rush over to help him, placing the load of groceries onto the counter.

“I don’t know if you couldn’t tell before,” you say, motioning to your overflowing counter. “But I really can’t cook. I have no clue what to do with any of this.”

“That’s no problem,” Chris smiles, already separating the food into different groups. “I’ll help you.”

“No, no, no. I can’t ask you to do that,” you say, waving your hands in protest. You step in front of him, squeezing yourself between his chest and the kitchen counter, preventing him from reaching any of the ingredients. “You’ve already dealt with the desk lady for me, and brought over all these groceries. You’ve done more than enough.”

He smiles, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and effortlessly moving you to the side. “Why would I bring you these groceries if I knew you couldn’t do anything with them?” When you don’t respond, he continues. “Seriously, it’s no big deal. Don’t worry about it. Just let me help you.”

You sigh in defeat, ignoring the way your heart begins to beat faster in your chest. “Alright,” you say, grabbing Minho’s cutting board from the cupboard. “Let’s do this, then.”

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An hour later, you find yourself sitting on top of your kitchen counter, Chris stationed by the stove working on the pasta sauce. You had genuinely tried to help in the beginning, you really did. But after Chris criticized your (awful) cutting technique, and said he didn’t exactly trust you to do anything else, you gave up.

Besides, you don’t have a problem watching him work. Over the last hour, you’ve come to learn that Chris is an absolute whiz in the kitchen. Moving from place to place, adding spices by intuition and nothing more. This wasn’t something you could have managed to make yourself in a million years, and it’s obvious that if you tried to assist him right now, you’d only get in the way.

Of course, you’ve learned a lot more about Chris in the last hour than just that. Where he grew up, his hobbies, what he was currently studying at the university. Music theory, as you’d learned. As cool as it sounded, Han had managed to tarnish your image of music majors, but you suppose you could give Chris a chance.

“It’s almost done,” Chris says, glancing over his shoulder to look at you.

“Thank God, I’m starving,” you reply, leaping off the counter to stand beside him.

“What, no ‘thank you, Chris?’ No, ‘what ever would I have done without you, Chris?’” He mocks offence, placing a hand on his heart.

“It’s not even done yet. I’ll thank you after I try it, I promise.” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

“Ah, so you’re only thankful if you like it. I see how it is,” Chris says, crossing his arms in front of himself, pouting his lower lip slightly.

“Guess so,” you say, crossing your own arms mockingly. Chris smiles, those cute little dimples of his dancing across his cheeks.

Then you feel it, that little jump of your heart. The faintest skip of a beat that you’d familiarized yourself with over the last hour. That little hint of anticipation that makes you decide that you are, even if only slightly, a bit interested in Chris.

After all, he’s funny and sweet. Can carry a conversation well, and to understate it, undeniably easy on the eyes. That’s more than enough to give him a chance.

Most of all, however, you like that little flare between the two of you. The sarcasm, the banter. It doesn’t feel the same as when Minho does it, slightly condescending and done purely to harbour your annoyance. No, this is different. It is a challenge. He wants you to quip back, to push further. To make him smirk, or laugh, or roll his eyes.

“Alright, fine then,” he says, taking the large wooden spoon and scooping up some of the pasta sauce. “Tell me if this is up to par, your majesty.”

You aren’t sure if he wants you to take the spoon, or let him hold it for you as you take a bite. You decide to take the gamble, gently moving your lips around the spoon, tasting the sauce. You glance up at Chris, a small look of surprise on his face. However, you don’t miss the flash of something behind his eyes. The faintest hint of affection, interest.

The sauce itself is delicious. A perfect blend of tomato, basil and cream. You hum contently, giving him a thumbs up.

“Chris, this is amazing,” you praise, admiring the small blush that sprinkles his cheeks.

“It’s really nothing,” he says, diverting his gaze and rubbing the back of his neck, shyly.

“No, seriously,” you say, taking the spoon from his hand and scooping some of the sauce up yourself. “Try it.” You hold the spoon out in front of him, and he raises his eyebrows slightly. Your gaze remains firm. A challenge.

Hesitantly, he takes the bite, not breaking eye contact as he does so. You stare at him, watching the way his lips move around the spoon, the intensity of his gaze. The action itself should be innocent, yet you feel a warmth rise to your cheeks.

Chris swallows, taking his lips off the spoon. For a moment, neither of you say anything. You can feel the change in the atmosphere of the room. The spark between you two being brought alight.

You swallow hard. “So?” You ask quietly.

“Yeah, it’s good. Very good,” he says back, his voice low and raspy. He goes to take the spoon from you, and his hand lingers a moment, his thumb trailing the skin of your knuckles.

You feel yourself lean in slightly, fully prepared to take the leap, when suddenly he breaks away from you, eagerly taking a few steps back. He looks away, placing a hand on his face, as if he were ashamed.

“Shit. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I know you’re seeing someone, we shouldn’t be doing this. I’m sorry,” he babbles, completely turning away from you.

You open your mouth to say something, but no words come out. Seeing someone? Where the hell could he have possibly gotten that idea?

“Seeing someone?” You ask, incredulously voicing your thoughts. You grab him by the shoulder, turning him around. “Why do you think I’m seeing someone?”

Chris still refuses to meet your eyes, instead focusing intently on the wall behind you. “The guy that lives here- Minho - aren’t you two?”

“Minho?” You gape, contorting your face in a look of pure disgust. “Ew, gross! No! Believe me, I am not dating Minho, I’d genuinely rather stick this spoon in my eye,” you exclaim, lifting up the utensil.

At that Chris finally looks at you, wearing his own look of pure confusion. “Wait, really? But whenever I hear you guys out in the hall, the two of you are always so… flirty.”

“Flirty?” You laugh at the ridiculousness of the statement. “If by flirty you mean he teases me literally every god damn second of every day, then yeah sure, I guess. But believe me, there is absolutely nothing romantic about that. Not in the least.”

Chris shakes his head, a smile forming at the corners of his lips. “Wow. I am such an idiot,” he sighs, a rediscovered lightness to his tone.

“No, no. Don’t worry about it,” you reassure him. “Anyone could make that mistake, I guess. It’s really no big-”

“No, it’s not just that,” he cuts you off. “That’s why I’ve never talked to you before now.”

“You never talked to me because you thought that me and Minho were dating?” You ask, slightly confused. Even if you were dating, you didn’t see why that would stop him from starting a conversation with you. “Why?”

“Well,” he sighs, his cheeks reddening further. “I thought you were pretty, and based on the way you always quipped back at him, clever and funny as well. I don’t know, it just felt wrong to try and build a friendship with you, knowing how I already felt a little....”  

You smirk, drawing yourself slightly closer to him. “A little what?”

His smile transforms itself from embarrassed to a sly grin of his own. “A little into you, I guess.”

“It really is a shame,” you shrug, trying to hide the excitement building in your chest. “Because here I was, thinking my cute neighbor had some irrational grudge against me.”

Chris leans in, so the two of you are only inches apart. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin, smell the strong fragrance of his cologne. Sharp with lemon zest and mint.

“We could always make up for lost time, you know,” he says, his eyes flashing with mischief.

That is all the invitation you need to break the space between the two of you. You press Chris’ lips against your own, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other along the line of his jaw. His lips are soft, you notice. Tender in the slow rhythm the two of you develop.

He runs his hands up along your figure. One of them finding itself locked in your hair, the other placed firmly on the curve of your lower back. Gently, he leads the two of you away from the stove, placing you so that your back is pressed up against the kitchen counter.

You run your hand down along his chest, reveling in the groan he let’s out as your fingers trail down his lower abdomen. The sound is electricity pulsing through you, charging the room and igniting the atmosphere around the two of you.

His lips leave yours, trailing your jaw before making their way down your neck. Each individual kiss is slow and sultry, sending a shiver down your spine. You take a deep breath to stable yourself, and it does not go unnoticed.

Chris smirks, shifting his gaze to meet yours. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown out with desire. “You know, if we keep this up, the pasta sauce is going to burn,” he says, letting his fingers trail along your collarbone.

“Let it,” you shrug. “I wasn’t hungry anyways.”

Chris laughs at this, leaning forward so his face brushes the crook of your neck. “Yeah, right,” he says, allowing his lips to dust your skin. Suddenly, he bites down, not enough to break through the skin, but certainly enough to leave a small mark.  

You laugh, running your hands in his hair, half-heartedly pulling him off of your neck. “Hey! That hurt,” you exclaim, only half serious.

“Sorry,” he grins, before crashing his lips into yours once again. The pace between the two of you is much faster now, each kiss more passionate. More promising. Your desire rings through you, clouding your mind in a hazy fog of lust. It is dizzying, just how much you want him at this moment.

You're certain he feels the same way, given in how tightly he grips your thigh, his breath ragged every time you break apart. It is messy. Greedy. The two of you so deeply wanting more. More of each other.

You’re about to ask if he wants to move this to the bedroom, when suddenly the apartment door swings open. It’s almost comical, how quickly you and Chris break apart, springing to opposite ends of the kitchen.

“I hate to say it, but you were right,” Minho calls as he walks inside, not yet glancing up from his phone screen. “Shit got out of hand. Someone managed to break the pool table, don’t even ask how, I don’t know either. Almost gave Felix an aneurysm. I swear the kid was about to cry, poor guy. Han had to shut everything down. So you really didn’t miss out on-” Minho stops as he sees Chris, a confused yet bemused expression crossing his face.

“Oh, hey Chan,” he says, causing you to give Chris a look.

“A nickname,” Chris mouths to you, as discreetly as he possibly can.

“What are you doing over here?” Minho asks him, crossing his arms and leaning against the door. He has that smug smirk on his face that makes you want to punch him.

“Oh, well…” Chris starts, casting you a glance. “Y/N made some food, and there was too much of it, so she invited me over.”

“Really?” Minho asks, caught off guard. He walks past you and Chris, staring at the pasta and sauce currently sitting on the oven burners. “You’re saying Y/N made this?”

“Well, yeah?” Chris says, feigning confusion. “Of course, I wouldn’t lie about something like that. Why?”

You have to stop yourself from laughing, looking at the expression of utter bewilderment on Minho’s face. Minho glances at you, narrowing his eyes, before sighing.

“Well then, I guess you proved me wrong on two things tonight, Y/N,” he says, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard.

“What are you doing?” You ask as he begins to scoop some of the penne into his dish.

“Oh, you said there was a lot,” Minho responds, raising one eyebrow. “Can I not have some?”

“Sorry, go ahead,” you say, still slightly flustered by the abruptness of his entrance. Minho finishes filling his bowl and takes a seat at the kitchen island. As he begins to eat, the room is filled with a rather tense silence. You and Chris share an awkward look, unsure of what to do next.

Minho looks up from his dish, glancing between the two of you.

“Yeah, okay,” he says, grabbing his bowl and standing up from his chair. “I’m going to go eat this in my room. Have fun you two.”

Before you can say anything, Minho disappears around the corner, down the hallway leading to his room. You turn back towards Chris. The two of you stare at each other for a moment, before bursting out into a fit of laughter.

“He’s a bit of a mood-killer, huh?” You say, grabbing two bowls from the cupboard, offering him one.

Chris nods in thanks as he takes the bowl from your hands. “Just a little bit,” he laughs, beginning to scoop some of the pasta into both of your dishes.

The two of you take a seat at your counter, spending the meal talking and laughing. Nothing else, the moment has passed, but that doesn’t bother you. You enjoy Chris’ presence. His quick humour and thoughtful conversation.

It really is something that you could get used to, you decide.

After you’re done eating, you walk Chris over to the door, handing him his surplus of spice bottles and leftover spinach.

“Thank you for doing all this, seriously. The food was delicious, you’re seriously gifted. And also, thank you for covering for me, I really didn’t feel like listening to Minho die laughing over the burnt cookies,” you admit.

“It’s no problem, really,” Chris smiles. He shifts all the spices over to his right arm, letting his free hand fall down to his side. Softly, he takes your hand in his, letting your fingers intertwine.

“Listen,” he continues, shyly looking up from your hands to meet your eyes. “If you’re not doing anything tomorrow, you’re welcome to come over for a proper dinner. You know, so I can show you what I can actually make when it’s not a last minute attempt at salvaging a meal.”

You smile a goofy, genuine grin. “That sounds good to me,” you say. Hesitantly, you lean forwards, planting a soft, innocent kiss on his lips.

As you break apart, he hums contently. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, thanks for today. You made my night, Y/N.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Chris.” You watch as he walks over to his apartment door, which is of course, only a few meters away from your own. When he disappears into his own apartment, you sigh, closing your own door behind you. You lean against the frame, letting out a shaky breath, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. It’s been so long since you’ve held any genuine interest in someone, you feel almost giddy.

That is until you see Minho, leaning against the corner of the kitchen wall, watching you with his cheshire smirk.

“Dinner tomorrow, huh?” He asks, walking into the kitchen and scooping himself the last of the pasta.

“What about it?” You retort, not giving in to that pestering look in his eyes.

“Oh, nothing. I’m sure it’ll be good, considering Chan clearly made this,” Minho says, shoveling some of the pasta into his mouth.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, grabbing two wine glasses from the cupboard.

“Save it, the lady at the front desk told me you almost set the apartment on fire,” Minho laughs as you pour the wine.

You let out a groan, handing him his glass. “God dammit.”

“Don’t blame her though,” he smiles, leaning back and taking a sip. “I wouldn’t have believed you could have cooked that anyway.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

“Had me fooled for a second there though,” he says, patting you on the head. “But more importantly, you like Chan huh?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right. Nice hickey, by the way,” he smirks, raising his eyebrows.

You pull up the collar of your shirt, casting him a glare. “Okay, maybe I do,” you shrug. “What’s it to you?”

“Nothing,” he replies, before taking a second to think. “Just please don’t fuck him or anything tomorrow. Walls are thin.”

You laugh, taking your glass of wine and flopping yourself back down on the living room couch.

“Shut up, Minho.”

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thanks for reading loves <3

[mcufox123]

Poofed

WandaxFemReader

Summary: Wanda copes with a life that may not have you in it.

Warnings: Devestation

A/N: This story literally is heartbreaking but in a good way I think. Let me know what you guys think!

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You wake up suddenly to your hand being kicked. It was wrapped around your wife’s very pregnant belly as you both tried to sleep through the night. You smiled dreamily in your sleepy state as you were reminded of the twins who would be born any day now.

You and your wife were a part of the famous superhero group who saved the world numerous times. Shortly after she joined and got acclimated with the team the two of you started dating. It has now been 7 years of being together, 3 of them being married. You had moved out of the compound and were now living in your dream house in the countryside, the perfect place for your growing family.

While Wanda was able to take leave months ago as none of the team wanted your children hurt, you still went to work every day. The team promised that once they were born you would be given 3 months to spend with your family but until then “there were still bad guys out there” in Tony's words of course.

You checked the time to see you still had a half an hour to spare before you had to be at the compound. You made Wanda breakfast and set it up next to her then you got ready for your day. You showered, got changed and before you left you wrote two sticky notes to leave on your wife’s mirror. One saying, “I love you more than chocolate chip cookies.” The second said, “You are looking like such a hot mama today.” You left a kiss on Wanda’s forehead and whispered an ‘I love you’ then you went to work.

Wanda woke later that morning with a smile on her face. She saw the breakfast you set up and immediately started eating because she was starving. After her breakfast in bed, she showered before seeing the notes you left. She actually laughed out loud. Even when you weren’t home you always made her day. She sent you a quick text.

Hi my love! Thank you so much for breakfast! I love you more than tv shows!

After that Wanda went about her day normally before she got bored and decided to go to the compound. When she arrived she saw Bucky and Sam watching tv.

“Hey boys,” Wanda said as she set her bag on the counter before walking over and sitting in between the two.

“Hey Wand, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?” Bucky suddenly jumped into protective older brother mode.

“Sit.” Wanda ordered him, glaring at him. She appreciated the gesture, but she was pregnant and not handicapped.

“Yes Ma’am.” Bucky sat not wanting to make Wanda upset.

“Damn man, if she needs something she’ll tell us right?” Sam asked, turning to Wanda.

“Exactly thank you Sam.” They continued watching TV comfortably every once in a while bantering about something.

“Hey guys, where was y/n’s mission today? I usually hear from her by now if she’s going to be later than 6.” Wanda said realizing the time was now past 6 and she still hasn’t heard anything.

“I think they were in Florida today,” Bucky said, scratching his head trying to remember what Steve told them this morning. “Some mission with aliens that Carol warned them about. They’ll be fine. You’re welcome to stay here in your old room though.” He finished. Wanda thanked him before getting up to move to the kitchen, both men hot on her tail.

“Who is hungry?” Wanda asked as she started to get ingredients out for a caprese chicken dish and some pasta.

“Me, for sure. I missed your cooking so much Wanda.” Sam said, taking a seat at the counter pulling out his phone to que up some songs to listen to while you cooked. Dinner was good and shortly after Wanda went to bed in the now foreign space and begged for sleep to consume her. It was hard because she grew used to your arms wrapped around her with your face pressed into her hair. That night she didn’t get much sleep. She sent you a text letting you know she was sleeping at the compound before she rolled over and tried to shut her eyes.

The following morning Wanda woke up to a still empty bed. Now she started getting nervous, she searched for her phone to see no new messages. She took her time getting out of bed but quickly threw on the clothes she was wearing yesterday before heading to the kitchen.

As she was almost there she could hear Steve talking.

“So Wanda’s here?” Steve asked the person he was talking to.

“Yeah she came yesterday and we just told her to stay. So wait, you're telling me that these things just hit a button then poofed with Tony and y/n? Are they alive?” Wanda could now tell the other person was Bucky. She felt like she couldn’t breath, feeling the wind knocked out of her at the words she just heard. She couldn’t hide any longer and barged into the kitchen.

Her hands instantly went into a fighting position holding Steve in a tight grasp so he couldn’t escape.

“Where is she Steve? What happened? You promised me no life or death missions. You promised me she would always come back to me. She said she would never go away.” Wanda said while breaking towards the end and crumpling to the ground. Bucky went over and wrapped her in a hug.

After a few minutes Bucky put Wanda on the couch as now the rest of the team came in and Pepper with her two small children. Steve went over what happened on the mission and how they have no trace of either of their teammates. He made everyone aware that Thor, Carol, and the Guardians of the Galaxy were all in search of their friends.

Wanda felt so lost. Your twins were expected any day and you were gone. How was she going to do it if you weren’t back? How was she going to be strong for your two little ones if you weren’t there? The questions swarmed her head as she tuned out the rest of the team. After hours of talking the team now turned to their tuned out friend to offer some support.

“When was the last time you ate?” Clint asked Wanda, putting his hand on her shoulder to ground her.

“I don't know.” Wanda shook her head still thinking a million miles a minute not making eye contact with anyone.

“Wanda you need to eat. You have two other people to worry about. Y/N will be ok, she will come back.” Steve said, sitting next to her. She collapsed in tears and that was how the rest of the night went, crying and the team forcing Wanda to eat.

The following days Wanda barely left the bed. On the 4th day of you being missing Wanda felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Her eyes started to tear up from both pain and the realization of what was happening. She was going into labor without you. She screamed out in pain and heartbreak.

Steve rushed into the room as soon as he heard Wanda scream, “It’s ok Wanda we’re here, let's get you to the infirmary.” he held Wanda’s hand all the way down to the infirmary. Steve sent a text out to the rest of the team to let them know what was happening and soon familiar faces appeared in Wanda’s room.

They took shifts as they waited for the time to push. Natasha talked about the makeshift nursery they set up for Wanda, Bucky talked about how he got clothes for Wanda and the babies from Wanda’s home, Steve talked about schedules and shifts he made up to help Wanda, Sam bought stuffed animals, and Peter offered to take the babies to the playground. Wanda just sat and listened, grateful for her friends and the help they were giving her. All she could think about was how you should be there.

You should be freaking out everytime Wanda had a contraction, asking if she should get the doctor. She knew you would try to find her favorite shows on the TV and rub her back whispering soothing words. She needed that more than anything, she needed you. She needed you to be there for your twins first breath, for bringing them home, for the countless sleepless nights.

Soon the doctor entered the room, “Wanda it looks like you are ready to push,” nurses entered behind them with all of the equipment needed for the babies’ delivery. Wanda nodded trying to prepare herself for the experience that was moments away. “Would you like anyone in the room with you?” and Wanda did, she wanted you but you weren’t there. So she asked her best friend Nat to stay with her to which Nat agreed.

They got into position and Wanda endured the hardest fight of her life, childbirth. She could’ve sworn she broke Natasha’s hand from how hard she was squeezing. Soon a melodic sound broke through the pain as her first child was born. “It’s a boy!” she heard and she started to cry of joy. She had a son. The joy didn’t last as she felt another urge to push. “And we have another boy!”

Wanda was so relieved that both boys were here and healthy. You kept telling her that you could feel it was two boys, two football players, you would say. They brought the babies to wanda and laid them on her chest. Nat was quick to snap a quick photo before exiting the room to let the rest of the team know, giving Wanda a moment with her children.

Nat walked out of the room to see no one in the waiting room. She asked the nurse where everyone was who informed her that they were outside. She walked quickly outside hoping you were back. Instead she saw someone else. Tony on his hands and knees crying while the rest of the team was surrounding him.

“What? Where’s Y/N?” Bucky was the first to speak. Everyone was too scared to hear what happened, why Tony was back but not Y/n.

“I don’t know. One minute we were in a room being questioned the next thing I  know y/n lunged at the guy questioning us. She was fighting with him for the poof thing. Then after she successfully got it we realized only one of us could go back while the other had to hit the button. She didn’t even give me a second. And now, now here I am and she is there. Where’s Wanda I  have to tell her something?” Tony suddenly looked frantic.

“No, you’re going with Bruce to do everything you can to get Y/N back.” Clint said, poking Tony in the chest. “You are not doing anything else until she’s back. And you definitely are not seeing Wanda. That girl just had to give birth to twins without y/n, she’s destroyed.” Clint walked back into the infirmary while everyone was still in shock.

“I ‘m sorry. I ‘m going to bring her back.” Tony promised before walking towards the lab to get in contact with the people who were already searching for y/n.

Meanwhile Wanda was still in awe of the two boys in her arms, memorizing all of their features. She knew their names, you and her had picked out the names for all twin scenarios and for two boys it’d be Tommy and Billy. She started to hum a tune she remembered as a child. She started to get upset as she remembered the last time she hummed the song.

You had just walked in from a long day helping in the lab and training. You saw Wanda in the kitchen cooking dinner before turning to see you. She gave you the biggest smile as she came over to wrap her arms around you. Her pregnant stomach left some room between you two as she reached up to plant a kiss on your lips.

“How was your day my love?” she asked walking back to the stove to turn it off and putting the food on the table.

“I'm so tired. Tony was going on about this new feature he wants to make for the quinjet and then Nat beat my ass at training. I don't want to do anything.” Wanda sensing your mood guided you to the couch she sat then pulled you down so your head was on her lap. She played with your hair to calm you down.

“The babies were very active today kicking the heck out of me” she giggled to which you turned your face to her stomach. You placed your hands on her stomach.

“Hey you two, stop kicking mama. I  know you want to play football but you're gonna have to wait till you come out of there.”

“How do you know they’ll want to play football?” She questioned you.

“I  can just feel it in my bones.” You said as your eyes fluttered close. Dinner was long forgotten as Wanda continued to play with your hair humming the tune and you drifted off to sleep.

The following week after the twins’ birth was very hard for Wanda. She went through all the firsts by herself. Instead of going through the first night with you she went through it alone. Instead of bringing them home together with big smiles she took them to her room in the compound. Instead of introducing the twins to the team with you they were all by Wanda’s side before she could introduce them.

She spent the nights in bed. Someone on the team  was always sleeping on a cot to help her during the nights. It had been 11 days since you went missing and you had already missed the biggest week of your little family’s life.

On the 11th day Wanda left the sleeping twins with a sleeping Uncle Bucky and roamed around the compound seeing you everywhere she went. In the kitchen where you both cooked dinner for the team all the time. On the couch where you spent countless nights watching tv shows and movies. In the training room where you pinned Wanda more times then she likes to admit. Then she headed towards the lab.

She stood shocked.

Right in front of her was a man that betrayed her. A man that you had put your life in the hands of who disappointed you. She stormed at him in a fit of rage. “You son of a bitch! Where is she? What did you do to her? I'm going to kill you!” Wanda screamed at him while hitting his chest. Tony let her, knowing that this was what she needed. Wanda continued to curse him out before Tony finally grabbed her hands.

“Stop. I  get it. I'm the bad guy, and I deserve to be. I  messed up the biggest moment of both of your lives. You can keep hitting me, knock me out, whatever you have to do. There is something I have to show you first though.” Tony let go of Wanda’s hands before walking to the screen to pull up a video for Wanda.

When it came through it was you. You were sitting in a bare room and Tony was asleep on the floor behind you. Your hair was a mess and you looked exhausted.

“Friday is it recording? Yes? Ok here we go. If anyone is watching this I  probably did something stupid and I ‘m so sorry. If it’s Wanda hi babe. Man, I think it’s been 3 days and I miss you like crazy. I ‘m trying to figure out a way to get back to you and the babies I promise.” Wanda can feel the tears rolling down her face. “Well I think I have a plan. You aren’t going to like it but I promise you that it will all work out and I will come back to you. Babe I  don't have much time they are coming back. I  love you and our twins so much. I  am going to do everything to come back to you.” Then the screen went black.

“Play it again, Tony.” Wanda asked Tony and he did. She watched it about 10 more times. Just hearing your voice made Wanda feel better.

“Thank you for showing me that. Can you send it to me?” Wanda asked, keeping her eyes locked on yours on the screen. Tony nodded and Wanda walked out of the room back to the twins.

After that day Wanda had hope. She knew you would come back to her. She watched that video every night on repeat to fall asleep too. She played it for the twins and other videos of you so they could hear your voice. The team noticed the change in Wanda as well. They were very skeptical but didn’t question her mood change.

After a month of you being missing Wanda had almost given up hope. Tommy was fussy and Billy had an explosion in his diaper and it was the first time the team had all gone on a mission so no one was with her. She was crying while changing Billy’s diaper while using her powers to rock Tommy’s baby seat.

“Ah boys, it’s ok mamas here. We’ll be ok sh sh sh.” She was so frustrated she couldn’t even get the diaper on Billy. There were a few more minutes of Tommy crying and Billy and now Wanda before she heard Tommy stop. She didn’t even turn around; she figured he just fell asleep.

When she turned with Billy in her arms she was shocked to see the person standing in front of her. It was the love of her life with her son. A sight Wanda never thought she would see. You looked skinnier, tons of bruises and cuts littered your skin. Your clothes were tattered and your hair was a mess in your face. Wanda thought you still looked just as beautiful. She had Billy in her arms as she slowly walked towards you not believing her eyes. She reached up and touched your face to make sure you were there. And you were.

With Tommy in one hand you reached up with your other to place on top of Wanda’s. “Hey there stranger.” You said with a chuckle. She wrapped her arm around you and started sobbing. You put Tommy in the bassinet still holding onto Wanda then reached for Billy placing him next to his brother. Then you did the thing you had been wanting to do forever.

You held onto Wanda as she sobbed in your arms. You stroked her hair while whispering “I’m here,” over and over in her ear.

Your arms were around Wanda but your eyes were on your twins. You soon began to cry, realizing how much time you missed. Wanda pulled away when she felt something drip on her shoulder.

“It’s ok my love you’re here now. You won’t miss anything else. You’re here.” Wanda promised with her hands on either side of your face to make you look at her. You leaned down and gave your love a long awaited kiss. Both of you being grateful to have the other there to comfort each other.

You soon pulled away from Wanda to look at your twins.

“I told you two football players.” You chuckled as you picked up the other baby who you have not held yet. “Who is who?”

“That’s Billy and this is Tommy.” She said while picking up the other baby. You both made your way to the bed with the twins and got comfortable next to each other. You stared at them trying to take in the two people who were now your own.

“I’m so sorry I  missed all of it. I  tried to get back as fast as I  could. I  really did. I  thought when I sent Tony back it was going to be hours and I would be back. But I see metal man's mind isn’t what it used to be.” You rambled on. You wanted Wanda to know just how sorry you were.

“It’s ok. You’re here now and I’m not letting them take you anywhere. You’re staying with us for as long as I want.” Wanda assured you. You sat with your family for hours just basking in their presence and soaking it all in. You changed every diaper and did anything Wanda needed until she ordered you to go shower. While watching your 7th episode of grey's anatomy you dozed off with the babies between you and Wanda.

You only woke when you heard the rest of your rag tag group of friends enter the compound from their latest mission not even trying to be quiet. You turned to see Wanda still awake nursing Billy.

“Should we scare them?” You asked Wanda with a grin on your face. “You can if you want.” She didn’t feel one way or the other. Knowing how much the team helped her while you were missing.

You stood up and hid behind the closed door. It opened halfway.

“Hey Wanda how’d everything go?” Steve asked, you could feel multiple people enter the room however.

“Boo!” you jumped out to scare the team. Bucky not knowing it was you punched you in the stomach.

“Ah shit sorry y/n.” he said before recognition came to his eyes and the others. “Wait y/n?” he stared in disbelief. Nat was the first to tackle you in a hug before the others were soon to follow.

“How, how, how did you get back?” Tony asked with tears in his eyes.

“Well I  thought you would figure it out quickly once I  sent you back but that didn’t happen. I  kept waiting and finally decided to just do it myself. I  befriended another prisoner who promised to poof me back. And then when they did I  was in the training room. I  got Wanda’s text and just assumed she was still here and made my way up to her room.” They all said how happy they were that you were back. You ate dinner as a family and spent the night in your room with your beautiful wife and boys.

“Let’s go home tomorrow.” you suggested to your half asleep wife in your arms.

“You are my home.” she said and you felt warmth well up in your chest.

“I  love you so much darling.” you nuzzled closer to her.

“I  love you more.” and you both fell into a deep sleep which neither of you had had for a long time.

[bteezxyewriter12]

Mr. Park~ Falling

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word Count- 1.9k

Includes- Dilf Seonghwa, Age Gap Relationship- Everyone is consenting adults, Cuddling, Seonghwa is the best boyfriend

Series Masterlist

The phone rings in my ear while I wait for her to pick up. I miss her so much. My birthday was last month. I've seen her when I pick her up from work but it's only for a short time

It sucks having to wait for Yoonah to go to her mom's so I can have her here with me

"Baby", she answers, sounding happy

"Hi jagi"

"Yoonah's gone?"

"Yeah princess. Wanna come over?"

"Yeah baby but umm"

But what? Does she not want to come? Did I do something?

"What is it aegi?"

"We can't have sex"

We can't? Sex doesn't matter to me but...she's never said that before. Is she getting bored with me? Is she going to end this? She can't...I can't...

"Oh?"

"Yeah, girl time of the month"

I relax, letting the breath I didn't know I was holding out

"Oh alright"

"Do you still want me to come?"

"Of course jagi. Sex doesn't matter. I want to spend time with you"

"Aww you're so adorable", she coos and I can't help but smile, "I'll be there soon ok?"

"Ok baby"

We hang up and I sit on the couch waiting for her. I wish she could stay over tonight but we don't want to make her mom suspicious if she keeps staying over. Occasionally yes, but not every month

I wish it was every day. Waking up to her in my arms was the single best thing that I experienced in a long time. I woke up first and she looked like a angel asleep

She is an angel. She's my angel

I kissed her awake with gentle kisses. The second she opened her eyes, she smiled at me. She kissed me and we had lazy morning sex that was amazing

For the rest of that day, we just hung out eating, watching tv and sex. Lots of sex. She can go for a long time, many times. I never had so much sex in my life. And every time I'm raring to go

Crazy

But sex isn't everything. Being with her, having her next to me is more important. It's just that we don't get to see each other as often as we want and we end up fucking everytime

But today we can do whatever she wants. I know how cranky Yoonah can get when she has her period. I don't know how Joanne is but I'll make sure to cuddle her

Walking into my kitchen, I look in the freezer. No ice cream. Fuck. I know girls like ice cream and chocolate when they have their time of the month. I quickly text Joanne, telling her I'm running to the store

"Ok baby. Text me when you're back so I can come over"

"Ok jagi"

I grab my car keys and head to my car

----------------------------------------------------

"Hi jagi", I greet her, when she gets here

"Baby", she says, immediately going into my arms, hugging me tight

"Are you ok baby?", I ask, wrapping my arms around her

"Cranky. Tummy hurts. Want Seonghwa cuddles"

"Aww baby. I'll cuddle you as much as you want ok?"

She nods, pouting. Closing the door, I take her hand and lead her to the kitchen

"I got you some stuff", I tell her

"What is it?", she asks curiously

Opening the freezer, I show her the ice cream I bought her

"Ice cream?", she says giddily

I nod. I didn't know which one she'd like now so I bought like five of the smaller pints. I know her favorite ice cream is mint chocolate chip but I didn't know if she'd crave anything else so I got others

"Mint chocolate chip, Cookie dough, Chocolate, Caramel, Cookies and Cream", she reads

Her eyes shift to mine, "You are the the best"

I laugh, "Wait, I have more"

"More?"

Opening the fridge, I show her the chocolate bars I got her. Again, I just grabbed a variety. She gapes and the next thing I know, her arms are around me, kissing me all over my face

"Thank you baby"

"Anything for my princess", I murmur, "Let's go to the couch jagi. We can watch a movie or a show. Whatever you want"

"Hwa", she says, holding my hand, her thumb rubbing across the back of my hand, "I want you to know that when I say you're the best, I'm not just saying it. You are. You are the best for me"

Happiness and love fill my heart at her words

"I know jagi. And I hope you know that everything I say to you I mean. When I say you're the best or you're amazing or I'm lucky to have you, I'm not kidding"

Some tears prick the corner of her eyes. She hugs me tightly, burying her face in my chest. I hold her, softly running my fingers in her hair. After a few minutes she pulls away

"Ok baby?", I ask

She nods, "Yeah. Stupid hormones"

Chuckling, I take her hand, "Wanna watch a movie?"

She nods, "But I kinda want some chocolate. Please?."

"Sure jagi, take whatever you want. I bought it for you"

She opens the fridge grabbing, a Reese, a Snickers, a Twix, a Hershey bar and a coke. I just smile at her

"You want something baby?", she asks

"No jagi. I'm good for now"

We get the the living room and she sees on the couch, eating a Reese. I get the remote, turning on Netflix

"What do you wanna watch aegi?"

"Jurassic Park"

I look at her, "Dinosaurs?"

"I love dinosaurs"

Huh, ok

"Alright jagi, whatever you want"

When I sit, she snuggles next to me, my arm around her as the movie starts

----------------------------------------------------

"He ate the dog!", I gape at the screen

"Well duh baby. It's hungry and it's a dinosaur. It doesn't know a dog is a pet. Just food"

"But still!"

I had never seen any Jurassic Park movies. I just knew it was about dinosaurs. But the first one was really good and I had no clue I liked dinosaurs. Then she told me about the whole series and I immediately put the second one on. I watch as the T-Rex wreaks havoc on San Francisco, destroying a bus and eating a guy who's running away from it

She's eating her mint chocolate chip ice cream and I got my favorite chips I'm shoving in my mouth

"Damn that was crazy", I say when the movie ends

I turn to her, "Next one?"

She nods laughing

"Who knew you were such a dinosaur lover?"

"Not me" I answer

I reach for my coke, taking a sip before I put the third movie on

"You like jalapeno chips?", she asks, a disgusted look on her face

I look down at the bag then back at her, "Yea?"

"Ugh"

What?

"Ugh? It's so good. Want to try it?"

She shakes her head, "No. I hate spicy things"

I taste my eyebrow, "Really?"

She nods, "Yeah. I hate having my mouth on fire"

I laugh, "They're not that spicy"

"Speak for yourself jalapeno boy"

I burst out laughing at the name, "Jalapeno boy?"

"Yeah. Ugh. Spicy pants"

I laugh harder. She's so funny when she's in a bad mood

"That's you're new nickname. Jalapeno and spicy pants"

"O....o", I gasp through laughs, "Ok jagi. Whatever you say"

She pouts which makes me laugh more. She's adorable. Putting the bag of chips and the coke down, I lean over to her to kiss her

"Ugh no! You have jalapeno lips and breath"

Chucking, I tell her, "C'mon jagi. Want kisses"

"Wah no", she shakes her head

I pout and give her puppy eyes

"No stop, don't make that face"

I keep it up, looking directly at her

"Oh fine. Come here", she says, wrapping her arms around my neck

I press my lips against hers and she kisses me, licking my lip. Opening my mouth, her tongue slides inside touching mine. Shivers run up my spine and I kiss her back hard. She leans back on the couch, taking me with her

Laying next to her, I smirk against her lips, "Thought you didn't want to kiss me"

"Shut up", she grumbles, pulling me back to her lips

She holds onto me tightly while I run my hand up and down her the side of her body, enjoying kissing her. Her fingers toy with the hair at the back of my head, kissing me deeply

I'm just drowning in her, in her kiss, in her soft touches, in her scent, in her taste. In her. And I don't want to be saved

Her hand cups my face, kissing me intensely, like she can't get enough of me

I feel her move her hand down my body, making me groan in her mouth. Her hand moves against my erection, palming me through my sweatpants

"I can fix that", she murmurs in my ear

Softly I take her hand and put it back around my neck

"I just want your kisses baby", I whisper, kissing her again

I don't need to get off. I can wait for her. I just need her and right now, I need her lips against mine and her arms around me

---------------------------------------------------

I pull over to our usual spot where I drop her off. I wish she could stay with me

We kissed for a long time, I couldn't get enough. Then I ran my fingers in her hair as she touched my face softly, both of us just looking at each other. She fell asleep and I laid down with her falling asleep for a little. When we woke up, it was late and she had to go home

"Thanks baby. And thanks for the yummy treats", she smiles

I gave her the ice cream and chocolate I bought her so she can eat it at home

"Sure jagi."

She kisses me then moves to open the door

"Wait jagi"

"Hmmm?", she asks

I reach into my pocket and pull out a keychain I made for her on one of those personalization sites

"Here jagi"

She takes it and looks at it

"It's so pretty baby but what's the occasion?"

"I got that for you so you have something to put this on"

I open my hand showing her the two keys I have

"Hwa...what are those?"

"Keys to my house jagi."

A look of complete shock comes over her

"Really?"

"Yeah princess. I want you to have them. So you can open the door instead of always knocking. And if anything happens like today when I had to go to the store, you could just go inside and wait for me."

"Hwa", she says softly, "Thank you baby"

"It's nothing. You're my baby and I want you to come whenever you want. Well whenever Yoonah's not home for now"

She smiles then takes them and puts them on the keychain

"Thanks Hwa. This means a lot"

"You welcome jagi"

She throws her arms around me pulling me in for a kiss. When it's over, we say bye and she gets out of the car

I watch her walking to her house and wait until she gets in to drive away

Today has cemented what I knew from my birthday. Hell even before that

I'm in love with her

Completely stupidly in love

I'm not afraid of loving her. I'm afraid to tell her. I'm scared that she's not ready for it. Or worse that she doesn't love me

We've only been in a relationship for two months or so. I can wait awhile before I tell her, until we're together for longer. I'm honestly happy I found someone I can love and that it's her

My phone goes off and I look at it

"I miss you"

I just smile

@sktbzc0re @sherrybirkingirl @hijirikaww

[huntingingoodwill]

CARMEN!! HEYY

ok so im baking cookies and i just got this hc omg for both eddie and tommy

right so its late and youre baking cookies and tommy walks into the kitchen bc he can hear the music playing and he comes up behind you and hugs you and hes like wtf are you doing it’s literally 3 am- and youre like so?? you just came home so you arent one to talk🤨. but yeah just tommy hugging you from behind while baking and him trying to steal chocolate chips/cookie dough. and then if he tried smoking you scold him for it for a completely made up reason like the smell is gonna make the cookies taste horrible and hes like grumbling bc hes a grumpy old man who has a nicotine addiction who also happens to be very clingy and keeps like nuzzling his head into your neck.

OK NOW EDDIE so same thing he walks in but at a more reasonable hour bc i feel like he would not be a workaholic (LIKE SOME PEOPLE ahem ahem tommy ahem) so the music is playing and he decides to not only steal chocolate chips but to carry you and start dancing (im not complaining) anyways just imagine you and eddie dancing and baking cookies sobbing i love him sm. and hes being a little bitch and keeps teasing you so the process of making cookies takes twice as long.

am i very down bad for them both? yep definitely

RAZ RAZ RAZ!!

what kind of cookies 👀 send some over. anyway-

music during late-night baking is a must. you're humming, spinning around, swaying as you mix the ingredients. perhaps a wooden spoon is used as a karaoke mic. perhaps.

tom's arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you close and puts his chin on your shoulder, closing his eyes, and taking a deep breath. man's tired.

people talk about how his s.o.'s sleeping schedule is so out of sync with his (totally valid) but i like the idea of them being a night owl power couple. what are our thoughts.

razor sharp instincts. every time he reaches for the bowl- WHACK on the arm with a wooden spoon. he'd act all pissed off, rubbing his arm like the sulky dramatic man he is

him threatening to ash in the mixing bowl. "tom don't that's disgusting" "substitute for flour" "TOM"

sitting on the counter while he leans across from you, talking about each other's days while waiting for the cookies to be done

him immediately trying to snatch one off the tray as soon as they're out of the oven like "fuck offfff tom they're hot" "i'll survive"

he probably picks one off the tray and pops it in his mouth without burning himself even though it's piping hot. just looking at him like 👁👄👁

e d w a r d ! ! i agree eddie's not as much of a workaholic as tommy. they definitely both work really hard but he knows when to chill. tommy's a machine.

tom makes his presence known by sneaking up and hugging you. eddie's built different. the front door slams and he's singing along to your music at the top of his lungs. he's doing everything. extra vibrato, very operatic. will probably make the instrument's noises. very likely to attempt scatting.

you turn around, dancing toward each other, singing dramatically. followed by a theatrical waltz and tango around the kitchen, spinning you around and narrowly pulling you out the way everytime you're about to slam into a kitchen counter. you guys live for danger

tom has restraint. eddie does not. tom would pick at the cookie dough, eddie is throwing handfuls of chocolate chips down his throat. eddie would try picking up the hot tray/cookies straight out of the oven but he actually burns himself. "you good, eddie?" eddie, with a burnt tongue and hand, tears in his eyes: "never been better"

thank you so much for the hcs raz <3 love love love talking to u

[thesilverhufflepuff]

Chocolate chip cookies ~ Sirius Black

Type : Just lots of Fluff <3

Pairing : Sirius x female reader

Warnings : A little bit of cursing idk if there is anything let me know

(Here no house is specified but let's just say you sleep and stay in the Gryffindoor common room )

Description : Sirius and you decided to bake cookies and him comforting you and telling you to not over-work yourself.

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It was a cold Saturday evening . You and your boyfriend Sirius were cuddled on the Gryffindoor common room couch with a blanket around you. You both were staring at the fire.

You were already very tired due to the loads of work given by Slughorn and because of the OWL's coming nearby. You just wanted to sleep for a whole day but your life sucks.

And Sirius had his head on your hand for a whole half an hour and your hand was starting to cramp

Damn all the people who think Sirius Black was a badboy. Who would believe that the great Sirius Black with the face carved by the gods who wears leather jacket and rings is a cuddly puppy who needs attention 24/7.

You sighed and said, "Sirius Now get up my hand is cramped ." You complained whilst attempting to remove him off your hand .

Sirius just whined "Sirius get up !!"

"Noooo" he mumbled on your shoulder.

"What would make you get up " you whined out .

"Cookies!!" He said pouting his gorgeous lips like a child .

" Sirius I don't have any cookies. "

" Then we should go bake some, please ? " he said giving you puppy dog eyes .

You finally gave in "fine " you huffed .

"What kind of cookies do you want sugar or chocolate chips ? " you asked Sirius whilst searching for a jumper.

"Chocolate chips!!" Sirius screamed like a kid and hugged you from behind . You smiled at his behavior

"What are you searching for? " He asked.

"A jumper I can't find one ."

"Here take this. " he took out one from his closet and gave it to you it was lime green in colour and very soft "Thanks" you gave him a peck on the lips, Sirius' cheeks turned light shade of pink .

You both went to the kitchens And were greeted by Missy one of the house elf

"Mr Black and Ms Y/L/N what can Missy get you." Missy greeted.

"Hello Missy can i get some butter , flour ,sugar and some chocolate chips ?" .

" Yes anything for Mr Black and Ms Y/L/N ". Missy said and went away to get the ingredients.

Missy got the ingredients and you started making the dough while Sirius was just playing with the bowl and spoon .

You ignored him and started mixing everything after you were done with the dough you started putting the cookie dough on the baking tray but you were missing something parchment paper.

You saw the paper on top of the shelves , you stood on your tip toes to reach it but darn your height.

"Sirius !! Help me !!" You threw some remaining flour at his face to get his attention .

" Y/N !! You ruined my gorgeous hair !! "

you scoffed "whatever." Trying to hold back a smile.

" This declares war !" Sirius grabbed a fistful of flour and threw at you. You threw the remaining flour from the bowl right at his face .

Sirius then tackled you down and started to tickle your sides

"Sirius ! Stop stop right now !!" You said through giggles .

" Now why should I huh? " Sirius said not stopping a bit.

"Sirius please , I am sorry ." You said through breathes.

Sirius stopped and stood up dusting off the flour from his hair

" Asshole " you muttered under your breath.

"Said something love " he said while bringing his hands up and imitating a ticking motion.

"nothing!! I said nothing!!" You said putting your hands up to surrender .

" Sirius hand me the parchment paper " you said and he handed you the paper.

After you were done with everything you sat down on the chair and let out a sigh.

Sirius left out a soft chuckle and said "Well we should start baking the cookies ."

" yeah, now Sirius put this to bake you can atleast do that right ? " You said pushing the tray in his hands.

"Geez love can't you be a little more gentle ?"

"No I can't because my boyfriend is a 3 year old kid " you said annoyed by his behavior .

"I am not a 3 year old kid I am very experienced for a 3 year old " He said while wiggling his eyebrows something he does everytime when he makes a dirty joke

"Sirius Black!! " you screamed throwing a spoon at him but damn his Quidditch reflexes he dodged it aimlessly.

Sirius had put the cookies to bake and you sat down on one of the chairs looking at the elves already preparing for the dinner.

Sirius came and saw your tired expression and asked "What's wrong love ? "

"Just tired that's all " you said

His face softened and he went to you and started massaging your shoulders " feels good love ? "

"Yes thanks I needed it " you gave him a kiss on his nose.

He smiled " Well I think the cookies are ready I should go check them "

You were confused it was hardly 5 minutes what was Sirius doing but you decided to leave it and closed your eyes wishing to get few minutes of sleep.

"Hey love wake up" Sirius said shaking your shoulders lightly .

" did u slept?  I had went out for 5 minutes , guess you are really tired " He said sitting down.

" yeah , I slept , it felt as if I'd slept for hours . I am very tired . " you said rubbing your eyes with your hands.

"Here, I made some hot chocolate " Sirius handed you the cup and some cookies.

"Aww thanks love " you took the mug and gave Sirius a kiss

" Eh It's nothing " he said shaking his hands but you swear you saw the pink tint on his cheeks and nose

"Sirius are you blushing ? " you teased him

" What !! No Why would I be blushing ? " he rambled denying your words while covering his face with his beautiful godly locks.

"Sirius stop lying just admit that you are blushing " you teased him.

Sirius just glared at you and you let out a chuckle . " Sirius you are such a baby " you ruffled his hair like a dog well... he is a dog.

" Y/N !! Don't ruin my hair!! " Sirius said removing your hand combing his hair with his fingers.

" wow this cookie is so fucking good " you moaned out. Enjoying the taste of the heavenly cookie and the warm hot coco.

" I know right? Like it's so damn tasty . " Sirius said licking the remaining chocolate from his lips.

You drank the remaining of the hot chocolate and packed few cookies for Remus as it was his time of the month.

"Sirius ,  I am tired give me a piggy back ride  " you pouted out your lips.

" Okay love , get on  ------  it's weird that you were just screaming at me minutes ago and now you are acting cute and cuddly   " he chuckled as he walked out of the kitchens.

"I was tired back then love " you mumbled into his shoulder.

"You really should stop over-working yourself love I know it's important to study as we have OWL's this year but just loosen up a bit. I guarantee that you would do good babe, but your mental health is more important and I don't want you to get stress love . " he scolded you in a caring way.

"I know Siri I would not over load myself with work, I promise . " you said mumbling in his neck. You both entered his shared dorm and he laid you carefully on the bed. Sirius threw the bag of cookies at Remus .

"Hey!! " Remus said picking up the bag . " sorry " Sirius said sheepishly.

Sirius laid down next to you and hugged you peppering you with kisses and pecks . " Don't over work yourself okay love ? You need to focus on your mental health" . "Yeah I will " you said kissing him .

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Yknow, your writing of Daruk and Huni was just so good, I have to ask for an encore. Perhaps this time, Huni gets teased a LOT more? Because Hylia knows that brat does NOT deserve the amount of dick he gets

Fuck you- im getting kinky Rhoam shit out of you because of this.

Huni checked out his hair in the vanity, as well as applying a new coat of lip balm, before there was a knock at his door.

"What is it?"

A maid poked her head into the room.

"Daruk is here for you, he is in the dining hall. Shall I tell him you'll be there in a moment?"

"Yeah, just gotta...arrange some things."

She nodded, shutting the door. Rhoam had gone off on a hunting trip, which left him alone for a few days. So, like anyone who's daddy wasn't home, he invited boys over. Well, ONE boy. One big, dumb, strong, sweet boy. He added a bit of perfume to his collarbone (spicy apple pie. It was Rhoam's favorite, but more importantly, it was Daruk's favorite), before heading outside, right into the dining room.

He sat there, being just a gentleman as the maids offered him cookies. God he was MASSIVE.

"Daruk! I'm so glad you made the trip!"

Daruk got up from his chair, lifting him up effortlessly off his feet, and into his arms.

"Huni! There ya are! I got you a present as pretty as you!"

Oh Huni MELTED. So sweet and so...strong. Huni chuckled, leaning onto him and coiling a strand of his hair in between his finger.

"Oh well aren't you just precious. I...don't weigh anything to you, do I?"

"Think korok leaves are heavier than you. Which is fine, I like carrying precious cargo."

Oh, he was being SO serious. He needed to get this man to fuck him, pronto.

"Oh you~...why don't you bring that gift with us up to my room? You can even carry me there."

"Can I bring the cookies? They're really good."

Huni leaned over to grab the plate, letting it rest on his belly as he took one. Double chocolate chip, with a dash of salt.

"I'll handle those. Mush, boy."

Daruk obeyed, carrying him up to his room, and shutting the door behind them. He set Huni down on his bed, and held his hands behind his back.

"You ready for your gift?"

"Mhmm."

He'd be more sweet with his words, but his mouth was full of yummy cookies. Daruk showed his hands; a perfectly polished chunk of ruby, the size of his damn head. Huni ignored the cookies, letting it be placed into his hands. Huni LOVED shiny, expensive things.

"It reminded me of your hair. I polished it for you so you couldn't get dirt on your hands. Do you...like it?"

Oh he was going to GET it. He grunted as he put it on the night stand, grabbing a hold of the chain that Daruk had wrapped around his body.

"You need to fuck me. Now."

Daruk chuckled, putting a hand on his chest, and shoving him into his bed.

"I was expecting a little more foreplay before we got to the nitty-gritty of it. You missed me, didn't you?"

Oh the way his big hands ran up his thighs. He grinned, nodding at the warmth quickly rising in his frame.

"I did. God dammit I missed that cock. I couldn't remember the last time I came that hard. You make Rhoam look SO pathetic compared to you."

Daruk frowned, head cocked to the side.

"You uh. Sure he's okay with this? Especially with you talking about him like that?"

"It's fine- he LOVES it even! He LOVES being cucked. He's gonna come home, realize you plowed me, and get SO horny- if anything, you're helping our relationship."

Course that convinced Daruk. He nodded in understanding, allowing himself to peel off Huni's clothes. He was so sweet about it too, being careful not to accidentally tear anything. Then he got to his panties. He looped a finger around it, parting it to look at Huni's pussy.

"I didn't even touch here yet, you’re SO wet!"

"I've been waiting for you. This pussy needs that big, throbbing-!"

He didn't get to finish when Daruk pulled his panties, making the cloth rub up roughly against his clit. Daruk chuckled, pulling further and making his little toy writhe on the spot.

"Aw, what's wrong? Do you got a lil wedgie? Is it bugging you?"

Oh it hurt in just the best way. He could feel himself just ruin his once pretty underwear. Daruk pulled, relaxed, pulled, relaxed, enough to make poor Huni shake. He hadn't even touched his pussy, and he was already hungry for him. Huni whined after who knows how long, nudging his hands.

"Daruk c-come on, don't be so mean to me, please? I need it, pleeeease?"

With the puppy dog eyes, he knew he couldn’t refuse. Daruk sighed in defeat, pulling away the underwear, starting to undress himself.

"Alright alright, I can't say no when you beg like that."

Oh thank Hylia. Seeing his cock, all nice and hard, made him just oh so hungry. Daruk got back into his bed, forcing him onto his front, and even pinning his hands behind his back. Huni damn near squealed when he felt Daruk's weight on top of him.

"PLEASE hurry- I need it, I need to feel your cock, I need to cum all over it!"

Daruk rubbed his head in between his cheeks, sliding down till his head rubbed against his clit. He did it again and again, slowly, not pushing himself in anywhere just yet. It was fun at first, especially when he flicked his clit with his massive girth. But he kept going. Smearing his fluids in between his ass, as well as all over his cock. He was slathered in his own juices, just READY for him.

"You're shaking. Is it the way I flick your clit? Is it the way I part your lips when I dip down like this?"

He pushed himself in between his lips, but didn't go inside of him, didn't itch that scratch he needed.

"D-daruk, come on! Just slide it in! It's so easy, I'm so wet! Don't you like my little pussy? Don't you wanna-"

"I'm. Not. Ready."

He kept Huni's head down, as if he was taming some wild animal. Huni settled for a whine, knowing he had to be a good boy. Daruk ran his fingers through his hair, nails occasionally grazing his scalp.

"I wanna make you feel good. If I fuck you now, you'll feel good. But if I tease you...if I make you drip more and shake more, you'll feel even better. And you're so pretty, I wanna make you feel REALLY good. So no. You won't get it yet. Not until I know you NEED it."

Huni whined into his pillow. It wasn’t fair, he could feel the precum lathered against his own fluids. He could feel those fucking giant balls occasionally press against him, so ready to stuff him full of cum. Daruk hummed a bit in thought.

"I mean. I COULD speed this up, but I don't wanna be mean-"

"Please be mean! Please! Whatever it takes I want it, I NEED-"

That was when Daruk brought his hand down, smacking him right across his ass. His hand was bigger, firmer than Rhoam's, and by some miracle; nothing broke from the force. Even when he did it again and again, well until Huni's ass was as red as a Christmas light. It made him cry out everytime, not just in pain, but from the fact that it only made his little pussy even wetter.

Daruk was merciless. No matter how much he cried out, no matter how much he begged for what he really wanted, Daruk refused to relent. Huni didn't know how much time had passed, but he knew that when the spanking finally stopped, he was an overstimulated mess by the end of it.

"You okay down there?"

How such a big, rough man looked at him with such compassion, Huni would never understand it.

"Please. PLEASE. No more. No fucking more. I need that dick right NOW. Please! If I don't get it I'm doing to fucking CRY!"

Huni usually meant that as a means to just get what he wanted, but from the way his pussy was trembling, he might actually mean it for once. That was when Daruk held his head down, nearly smothering him in the pillow, then shoved his cock right inside of him. He shoved himself in fully, till his balls pressed against him. Don't ask Huni how he was able to take something that absolutely massive, that absolutely THICK. He just knew that when he did, he felt his eyes damn near rolled to the back of his head.

"I hope you don't mind-I'm gonna be a bit...rough."

That was an understatement. Daruk didn't even start off slow, he just started to slam into him, stuffing his pussy with pure, diasterious Goron dick. It made the bed underneath them creak under his giant weight, and it damn near smothered Huni under his force. And Huni just sat there and TOOK it. He knew he looked like a total whore right now, tears in his eyes and drool dripping onto the pillow. And Huni held NO shame in making everyone in this castle jealous.

"FUCKING SHIT!! POUND MY FUCKING PUSSY DARUK, FUCKING RUIN ME!!"

Oh he was a sweet guy, giving Huni what he wanted, absolutely no hesitation. It was enough to make him cum not just once, but twice. He usually wasn't so easy, but FUCK Daruk was goddamn merciless, he couldn’t help it. A moment after his second orgasm (the one that made his pretty toes curl), Daruk came.

And he came a lot.

"S-sorry, I didn't ask if you wanted me to pull-"

"God shut the FUCK up and stuff me."

Daruk kept still, pumping more and more cum into him. His stomach felt bloated, his pussy ached, and the extra cum cascaded down his pretty legs. Huni was limp as he sat there, throbbing as more cum continued to pour from him.

"Ugh...it's a LOT more than last time. You look stuffed, you sure you don't want me to-"

"Stay."

Daruk obeyed, staying put until he FINALLY finished. Once he seemed to have no more to give, he pulled out, and Huni finally collapsed, sighing in relief. He rolled onto his back, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"You uh...good? You look spacey."

"I'm...good. Goron spunk just. Hits different. Shit."

Oh Huni was fucking loopy at this point. Daruk chuckled, playing with Huni's pretty hair.

"I'm just surprised you didn't break. Sturdy thing, aren't you? You wanna go again?"

"When I can feel my pussy again, absolutely."

Daruk leaned over to grab the plate of cookies, and they sat there in comfortable silence, stuffing their faces. Huni should feel bad, lying to Daruk about his relationship to Rhoam.

But fuck, with dick THIS good, who needs monogamy?

[cottoncandy-angel]

Sugar & Sweets

I'm sad :(

You know how as a child your sugar tolerance is pretty high and you can eat just about anything and as you get older it gets less and less?

Yeah.

Boohoohoo

I mean I can still eat some snacks that I love but just not a lot at once. Which is good I guess. At least that's what my bestfriend would say.

And plus! You'd have lots over for later!! So.. that can also be a good thing.

But it has gotten to a point where I put water in my soda and and another thing, I don't know how you say it in english but if you google "siroop" you'll get substances in bottles which you'll have to mix with water. Yes, that! They also come in small packets which you can mix in a large dispenser with water and you can serve to a lot of people.

Yes. I just add like half a cup and then the rest is just water bc it's still really too sweet for me. My mother thinks otherwise of course.

But, everytime she asks me to pour a drink for her I do the same as I do with mine. For my niece as well. I mean it's not like the water completely drowns out the sugar, no. It's pretty much the same.

I really love water though. I drink that the most out of everything. My bestfriend would say that I drink too much sometimes, which is true. Sometimes.

But yeah, the big chocolate chip cookies they sell right? Each pack contains about nine, I could eat all nine. Sometimes in one sitting, other times a few minutes apart. But now, 2 cookies is enough to last me hours. And they're very sweet to me now as well.

So hah... it makes me sad sometimes. But it's not always a bad thing I guess.

Man I ramble on about the most random things lol.

Can anyone else relate tho? I'm pretty sure it's a common thing.

Anyway, thank you for reading! ^^

[yikesharringrove]

Happy Trans Billy Week!

Day 3: Bakery/Chef!au

@transbillyhargrove @blurbwitch

Harringrove

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BIlly is ftm, Stevie is mtf

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“At least just try her stuff. She’s really good!”

Robin was trying to sell Billy on her friend, again.

He had been working his ass off opening this cafe, had been interviewing professional bakers around the city for it. And Robin wanted him to hire her friend. Who baked for fun.

“And she’ll work in house! You would just have to pay her a salary, not give her a cut of everything sold.” Billy rolled his eyes.

“But then I would have to buy all the shit for her to bake everything.”

“But you’ll make bank on her stuff. She makes these little doughnut things, but they’re double fried and made with like, puff pastry.

“So not a doughnut at all.” She slapped his chest.

“Fuck you. People would pay like, five whole dollars for one ‘a those. At least just try.”

“Fine. Have her bring me some samples of stuff on Monday. I want cookies, coffee cakes, specialty pastries, crossiants, and whatever that not-doughnut thing is.” Robin grinned at him.

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Robin came in on Monday trying to awkwardly bring a giant box into the cafe.

“Stevie couldn’t make it. She had a doctor’s appointment or something. But anyway, here’s what you asked for.” She placed it down on a table, pointing at everything.

“So she made chocolate chip cookies, gingersnaps, snickerdoodles, and teas cookies, croissants, coffee cake, carrot cake, chese cake, that doughnutty-thing, actual doughnuts, brownies and lemon bars. I think she didn’t sleep for like, four days.”

Billy was impressed. It was a good spread.

“She also made me bring a loaf of sourdough in case you’re doing like, toast stuff. I said you weren’t, but I think she feels bad for not being here.”

They tried everything.

And unfortunately, is was all fucking delicious.

“Fine. She’s fucking hired.” Billy made a list of everything he wanted to sell, thought maybe the delicious not-doughnuts could be a bit of a speicality, new flavors every week. “I’ll need a comprehensive list of ingredients, and she’ll probably have to check out the set up we got here.”

Billy hadn’t really wanted an in-house baker, but he hadn’t ripped out the ovens, proving drawers, coolers and counters in the back, so he supposed it would work out okay.

“And tell her I want an in person meeting within the next few days.”

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Billy was scrubbing out one of the ovens in the back when he heard the bell above the door.

“Sorry, we’re closed,” He called.

“Um, I’m Stevie Harrington? I’m Robin’s baker friend? You said I should come see the space?” Billy got up with a groan, stretching until his back popped.

“You tellin’ me, or askin’.” He pushed open the back door, smirking at the girl standing on the other side of his counter. She was tall, had much fucking dark hair, falling almost to her ass and big round eyes.

“Telling. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here yesterday. That appointment was important. Billy shrugged. “I have a list of ingredients for you. I figured how many of each item per day, and broke it up into waht I would need weekly and monthly, since I don’t know how you’re planning on ordering everything.” Billy nodded at the neat handwriting.

“Your stuff was good. I was thinking for those double fried things, we could do a new flavor every week. Make them a bit of a specialty.” Her cheeks went a little pink.

“Thank you. I’m so glad you liked everything, and decidded to give me this opportunity.” He smiled at her.

“You’re talented. Come see what I got.” She followed him to the back, her eyes going wide as she looked at the industrial ovens. “This place was a bakery, so we’ve got everything you should need.” The old owner had passed away, didn’t have anyone to leave the bakery to.

“Oh, this is perfect. When’s opening?”

“We’re four weeks out. I was planning on ripping all this out, so it has to be cleaned, but everything else is ahead of schedule.” Stevie opened an oven, peerinf inside.

“They’re not too gross. The old owners tool good care of everything.” She took of her jacket, was left just in her pretty dark blue dress. “I’ll help you clean.” She smiled at him as she took the cleaning supplies from him, getting to work scrubbing down the oven.

Billy played some music as they worked, chatting lightly to one another.

“So, how’d you end up in Seattle?” Billy had shot straight up here after graduating hisgh school, didn’t want to leave the west coast, but wanted to go somewhere different. Stevie had mentioned being from a small town in the midwest.

“Just kinda needed a fresh start. Robin and I moved out here together about six years ago, now. She went to University of Washington, and I jsut wanted to live somewhere interesting for once. Plus, it’s just better for me here.” Billy nodded.

“Me too.” She smiled at him. She had put her dark hair into a messy bun to keep it out of her face, and Billy had gotten her an apron to keep her dress neat.

“What made you want to open a cafe?”

“Well, I mean, it’s Seattle.” She laughed. “But I also just liked the idea of running my own business. Building something from the ground up. And I like the vibe of cafes. They’re just in between places. You can come alone and just hang out.”  Billy had gotten many comfortable mis-matched chairs and placed them amoungst the tables and chairs. He wasnted it to be cozy. He had bookshelves on one wall, thought he could even have a take-a-book-leave-a-book kinda thing goin’ on.

“I think that’s really nice.”

-

Stevie started coming over everyday to help him clean out the kitchen. Somteims she would drag Robin, but more often than not, it was just the two of them, scrubbing everything out, listening to music and talking about random things.

But one day Stevie didn’t come in, didn’t call Billy to let him know, didn’t send Robin with a message.

Billy thought he was frustrated that his employee was missing, but really, he was just worried.

She looked tired the next day when she came in, her hair up in a messy ponytail, was wearing baggy jeans and a sweatshirt.

“I’m so sorry. I promise that will not happen again.” She had gotten right to work.

“Look, I don’t mind if you need personal days, just call me. Let me know.” She nodded at him, her eyes were bright. “Are you okay?” Her lip trembled.

“I’m sorry. I just, sometimes I have such bad days, and I can’t stand to look at myself, and I don’t want anyone else to look at me. And you’re always so nice to me, and I, I didn’t want you looking at me with your pretty eyes. I knew I would fucking fall apart.”

She was kneeling on the floor, fucking crying as she scrubbed at the proving drawer. Her make up was beginning to run just a bit.

Billy grabbed a fw paper towels, sitting down next to her.

“You wanna talk about it?” She shook her head.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.” She wiped at her esys, smudging the dark makeup underneath. He took the paper towel from her hands, wiping up streaked makeup.

He was staring into her big dark eyes, noticed the soft honey gold in them, the forest green.

“Is it okay if I kissed you?” Her gaze dropped to his lips.

“Yeah,” she breathed.

Billy leaned in, kissing her softly, keeping it slow and chaste.

He pulled back, dabbing at her eyes again.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while. I’m sorry, that probably wasn’t the best timing, I just, I really like you.” Her lip trembled.

“The reason, the reason I was feeling so bad yesterday was, was because everytime I speak to my parents on the phone, they call me their son.” She swallowed hard.

“The last time I spoke to my dad, he called me his ungrateful bitch of a daughter. I get it, Stevie. I really do.” Stevie whimpered, another tear slipping out.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t, didn’t know if I could tell you.” He smiled at her, wiping her eyes one last time, kissing her cheek.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to tell anyone anything.” She gave a watery laugh.

“Thank you, for being kind to me.”

“You’re a good person, Stevie. You deserve kindness.” She smiled at him, pulling back to take a deep breath. “And I meant what I said. I really like you. I’d like to take you on a date, if that’s okay.”

She nodded vigorously, ponytail bouncing.

“Oh, yeah! I had the biggest crush on you since I walked in here. I mean, Robin’s been trying to set us up for like, months.” BIlly raised one eyebrow, giving her a lopsided smile.

“Are you serious? Is that why she was so insistent on me trying your stuff?”

“Well, and that fact that I’m a damn good baker.” He laughed. She was grinning as she moved back to scrubbing the drawer. “She’s gonna be so smug. I can already hear her. Stevie, I TOLD you that you would love him. He’s JUST yout type.” Billy grinned iwder.

“And what is your type?”

“Beefy assholes that’re way smarter than me.”

[yuthoe]

To-Go: 2+1 (PENTAGON: Yan An)

or “The Two times Yanan Tries to Ask You Out and The One Time He Succeeds.”

So this was requested a while ago, and at first I thought they were asking for baker!reader, but I reread the ask and saw it was actually the opposite so I had to rework the plot in my brain. Regardless, in both versions, Yanan is adorably awkward.

This turned out so long and I swear I didn’t mean for it to get to 2k words lol, it just happened. Also it seems that i HAVE to add a dash of mild angst whenever i write my fluff. apologies if this turns out bad--i’ve been out of it lately, and i guess exploring my writing style. also i’ve been busy trying to become a #contentcreator on youtube lmao.

hope you guys like it!

WARNING: a dash of angst. WORD COUNT: 2,223.

Master List

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Yanan pulls his head up from putting freshly baked strawberry and chocolate Danishes in the display rack at the jingle of bells. The “welcome” dies on his lips at the sight of you, and he quickly makes to straighten up, only to bang his head on the underside of the top shelf. He rubs his slightly throbbing head as he wobbles to the kitchen.

Depositing the empty tray and tongs on a table, he desperately says, “Help! She’s here!”

“Ooohh,” his friend Changgu says, closing the oven door on a new batch of baguettes before turning fully to Yanan. “So what are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t you be out there at the counter?” he asks, one eyebrow raised and a playful smile on his flour-dusted face.

Yanan just groans. “Yeah, but I don’t know what to say!”

Changgu shrugs, takes the rag from the belt of his apron and wipes his hands with it. “The usual, maybe? ‘Is this all, or would you like a coffee with that? Will you have these to go?’ Come on, you’ve said it tons of times before--,”

“Not that, Changgu!” the taller man said, waving a hand in front of his face, as if swatting a fly away. “I meant about asking her out! I have no idea how to ask her! I’m not exactly the most suave person out there.”

The baker laughs, hearty and clearly amused. “Just be yourself, Yanan, what’s the harm in that?” Changgu takes the few steps to the refrigerator to get another batch of dough. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some bagels to make.”

Yanan lets out a pained sigh before turning and exiting the kitchen, mentally thanking his friend for that unhelpful advice.

Just in time too, as you’re stepping up to the register with a tray of goods. You smile at him and wave as you set the tray on the counter.

“‘Afternoon, Y/N,” Yanan asks, quickly punching in the codes for three chocolate-filled croissants, two lemon curd Danishes, a pack of miniature cookies, and a baguette loaf; two years working at a bakery as the frontman leaves him no choice but to memorize product codes even for the least popular baked good. “Would you like a coffee with these?”

You hum, already scanning your prospects at the menu board above him before he asked. You squint, pursing your lips in concentration and Yanan thinks it’s the most adorable thing. And then you smile and turn back to him. “Yep, a medium caramel macchiato, please!”

“All righty,” he says, punching it in. “To go as always, I’m assuming?” he asks, smiling shyly.

“You know me so well, Yanan,” you reply, smiling back. “I’ve got a few friends coming by tonight, so I’m doing some shopping.”

“Ah, hence the baguette?” Yanan asks, before rattling off the price for everything.

You root into your bag for your wallet and hand him a bill before saying, “Yep, gots to have that bread for the cheese board.” Yanan gently puts the change into your upturned palm before turning to the coffee machine behind him.

“Don’t cheese boards usually have crackers?” The whir of the coffee grinder almost drowns out his voice, but thankfully you can still hear him.

“Yeah, but sometimes you just need more carbs.” Yanan sputters a laugh as he presses the shot button on the machine and turns back to see you smiling at the joke.

And then Yanan just decides to go for it. “Does this wine and cheese party have room for one more?” he says as he turns his attention to making your coffee. He feels his ears burn--from embarrassment or dread, he’s not sure.

You’re unable to bite back a smile, and then a loud laugh. “Mm, sorry, Yanan, I’m afraid it’s girls’ night tonight. But you know, sometimes one of our guy friends tags along too, just for the cheesy rom-coms, so I can ask. If you want.”

Yanan sets the hot paper cup in front of you and waves a hand. “Ah, no, you don’t have to; I was just joking.” He hopes the laugh he lets out is believable.

“Oh,” you say, taking the cup and the paper bag in both hands. “Well, let me know if you change your mind about that, ‘kay?” You turn for the door. “Thanks for this, Yanan! I’ll see you!” you say, and you disappear once again with the jingle of bells.

Yanan stares at the closed door, then sighs and deflates until he’s crouching behind the register, resisting the urge to just bang his head into it.

***

You reappear the next Monday, just as Yanan finishes putting up freshly packaged dinner bread on a shelf. The bells’ chimes welcome in a gust of wind from the chilly morning, and Yanan shivers, just a tad, and rolls down the sweater sleeves he wears under the bakery’s navy blue linen apron. He takes the empty tray he’d brought in and retreats once again behind the counter, sneaking glances at you from the corner of his eye.

He doesn’t mean to be creepy, and he hopes he doesn’t come off as too chummy when he asked if he could join your get-together the previous Friday. He doesn’t usually do that, nor does he even usually have a need to ask someone out; he spends all his free time in the bakery and all the customers, while nice and respectful (except of course, for the one-in-ten nasty ones), are more like family to him.

And then you came along one summer afternoon for a mocha iced coffee and a bagel, and after taking a sip said, “Is the mocha iced coffee this good usually, or is it just because you made it?” Yanan’s face turned as pink as his hair back then and stuttered through the rest of the transaction. 

The next time you came in a few days later, you made no mention of the iced coffee thing, but still managed to strike up a conversation with the introverted boy. Yanan was grateful for it--he was too flustered to reply properly, after all--and from that short exchange about strawberry jam blossomed a casual acquaintanceship.

Everything was going fine and dandy until one closing time when Changgu said, “So when are you going to ask Y/N out?” At Yanan’s expression of incredulous surprise, the baker continued, “What? She comes by the bakery more than once every week and talks to you everytime. She even asked the part-timer once if it was your day off when she came in and you weren’t there. All signs point to her liking you, man.”

Yanan had been helping put away trays and bolts, but at his friends words he froze, party scared of the idea that someone might be interested in him and he had no idea how to go about it, and partly excited that someone might be interested in him and that hadn’t really happened or been brought to his attention since elementary school.

And he does suppose it’s time he puts himself out there since Changgu has been pestering him about taking less shifts because he’s getting sick of seeing him all the time. Plus, he needs to get out more anyway. Two birds with one stone, right?

“Thanks, Yanan,” your voice snaps him out of his reverie. “I’ll see you later!” He registers your goodbye too late, tries to make words come out of his mouth, raises a hand at the door swinging closed behind you.

He really just went on autopilot while being consumed by his thoughts, huh? Yanan groans inwardly, deciding to make himself an espresso to distract him from his abysmal flirting skills.

***

You push the heavy door open and inhale the distinct smell of freshly baked bread. It’s been a few days since you stopped by--work had been demanding lately and required you to clock in earlier and punch out later, so your routine got disrupted. But yesterday you submitted that finance report and could finally take your time getting that good, good coffee. And yeah, maybe a snack for later.

There are a couple of people milling about, trays full of bread, or holding a bag of rolls. You make a beeline towards the display case of confections; if you could, you’d spend all day here, just looking at the golden-brown baked dough, some lightly glazed with sugar, colorful from the fruit fillings you know they make in-store. The chocolate chip cookies are a crowd favorite--big and chunky and guaranteed to have an ample amount of chocolate in every bite. You however, are partial to their oatmeal cranberry cookies.

The way this bakery makes them gives the cookies a crunch (you suspect they put rock salt in there or something, but you aren’t a baker so what would you know?), the tartness of dried cranberries gets dialed down by the oatmeal, and the cinnamon adds a depth to the fruity flavor. It’s your favorite to-go item here, and you immediately take a medium-sized bag. You tell yourself to save these and not just devour them in one sitting this time.

A customer is getting his items rung up when you get to the counter, already seeing Yanan’s head bob up and down as he reaches for the baked goods. “Sometimes being tall is tiring,” he told you once. “Like here, I have to bend a bit to ring up the food because the counter is too low for me. But don’t tell Changgu I told you that, he’d hold it over me forever.” You both laughed at that.

“Thank you for your patronage,” you hear Yanan say now, handing the paper bag of food to the man in front of you. “Take care, and come again!” He waves to the man before turning to you.

“‘Morning, Yanan,” you say, handing him the bag of cookies. “Are you feeling okay today?” You noticed when you last came in that he was oddly quiet and subdued. You weren’t quite sure why he was so down, so you didn’t attempt to make conversation; your mouth is sometimes too fast for your brain and you didn’t want to end up saying something to accidentally offend him.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says, greets you with a soft smile, but you see he’s trying to avoid looking at you. “Yeah, I’m fine. Can I get you a coffee?”

“Yeah, a large hot mochaccino, please.” You hand him a bill and he returns your change. “I’m glad,” you say, fiddling with your wallet as Yanan works the coffee machine. “You seemed kinda down last week.”

You see him start, then press the button on the machine before turning to you. “Did I?” He bites his lip. “Sorry, I… I was just thinking.” He taps his long fingers on the wooden counter, the whirring of the machine and soft jazz emanating from the speakers the only sounds for a moment, before Yanan speaks again. “About last Friday… I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep, I just thought it would be a funny joke, but I actually half-meant it, but I wasn’t really expecting you to say yes to me, and even if you did I didn’t want to trouble you, but I just thought it would be kinda nice to hang out with you, you know, outside the shop, I mean, ‘cause like, you’re really fun to talk to, and I’d like to--,”

“Woah, woah, wait, Yanan, wait a minute,” you say, interrupting his rambling, an amused smile on your face. Yanan clamps his mouth shut and busies himself with making your coffee. You think you see a sweep of pink on his cheeks. “I… was actually serious about that--inviting you to hang out, I mean. I think you’re great to talk to, and I. I wanna get to know you more, too.” You can feel your face heat up as you fix your eyes on the grains of the countertop.

You hear a soft tap in front of you, just as the fragrance of espresso and chocolate assault your nose. The green paper cup sits in front of you, and you raise your eyes slowly--up Yanan’s clasped hands, to the linen apron stamped with the bakery’s logo, and landing on his eyes, shy and worried but hopeful.

“So,” he says, almost too softly that if you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t have caught it. Yanan takes a deep breath. “Do you… want to have dinner sometime?”

You think you must have misheard it. But you saw his lips moving, heard the sound come out of his mouth, so it must be real. 

You’re nodding before you realize it, smiling before you notice your cheeks are hurting. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to.” A relieved smile breaks out on Yanan’s face, and you briefly wonder how you didn’t realize he’s beautiful when he smiles.

He lets out the breath he’s holding as he pushes the cup of coffee to you. “Here’s your coffee, to go.” You reach out to take it, and make sure to brush your fingers against his. Electricity rushes up your hand, and you feel it buzzing as you say your goodbyes. as you exit the shop and step out into the chilly morning. as you remember him everytime you take a sip of the delicious coffee.

[seaveyy-sayys]

Best friends brother • Zach Herron

Warnings? Cursing, fluff asf

If a part two is wanted I’ll make it.

Summary: you’re best friends with Ryan Herron and stayed with them while in quarantine.

1st person POV

Ryan Herron, my best friend since, well, forever. I was at Ryan’s house when the dreaded quarantine thing happened. That’s when we decided, what’s better than quarantine with your best friend? The answer is nothing. Well it was until Zach got here...

———

“Honestly I think this has to be our best idea yet!” I said while taking a freshly baked cookie off the tray. Ryan nodded, “who knew quarantining with your best friend could be such a blast!” I furrowed my brows, “Um, If I do recall, I did.” Ryan agreed with me. However, our conversation soon got interrupted.

“The favorite child just got here!” Zach yelled through the house. I sighed...heavily. Zach was the most annoying human on the planet, there wasn’t a time when he didn’t pick on me. He was constantly telling me I should date Ryan, even though he knows I’m two years older. In fact, I was closer in age to Zach than Ryan and he still insisted that we should date.

“Y/N!! Ah, my favorite person!” Zach said engulfing me in a hug, I hugged him back. Although Zach was annoying as fuck, we were still like family. “So, are you two dating yet?” He asked, I glared at him with annoyance, “You ask that question everytime you see us and the answer is always the same.”

“So I take that as a no.” Zach replied. As I was about to answer Reese came rushing down the stairs. “Zach!” She yelled hugging him. “Where’s mom and dad?” He wondered, I motioned my head towards the basement door, “They’re going through old things in the basement.”

Zach pushes past us and opens the dark brown door that lead to the basement. “Mom! Dad!” Was all he had to say. Myta and Josh hugged him so much his face got red from embarrassment, which I didn’t really understand why, everyone in the house was already family to him. “I love you guys too, but please no more hugging.” Myta and Josh backed away, “Right, you were probably over loaded with hugs before we even got up here.” Myta laughed, Zach nodded in response.

Zach found his way to the kitchen after unpacking, I sat at the island talking with Ryan. “What are you two lovebirds talking about?” Zach interrupted leaning against the counter and snatching a cookie from the plate infront of us, which was nearly empty. I flipped him off while smiling. In response, he put his hands over his heart and said, “Oh so sweet.” I giggled a bit at his actions and Zach smiled. I turned my attention away from Zach and onto Ryan, “As I was saying before someone rudely butted in,” I looked at Zach, “I like Jaeden, but I think our personalities clash a little.”

“Woah woah woah, who’s Jaeden?” Zach interrupted once again. I sighed, “Jaeden Martell, he’s an actor. I met him before quarantine, we’ve actually been friends for a while.” I explained. “Ok, but how’d you meet him?” Zach asked, I rolled my eyes, “My mom was a photographer at one of his shoots, and I just so happened to go with her that day.” Zach nodded slowly, “So you like him?” he questioned. I huffed, “Yes? Kind of? I don’t know yet! Now please stop interrogating me!” I yelled grabbing Ryan’s arm and pulling him up stairs to his room.

———

I gasped for air while grabbing my chest. I slept in the guest room like I always did, however, the bed in there always have me nightmares. My phone lay beside me, “Three AM, great.” I whispered to myself, expecting the whole house to be in bed. Quietly, I snuck downstairs and into the kitchen. I flicked on the light and grabbed a glass from the cupboard above me. I stood on my tip toes trying to reach on glass that was pushed way back, needless to say I was quite short.

I felt hovering against my back as I tried once more to reach the glass. From the side of my vision a hand grabbed the glass I was reaching for. I spun around quickly to be met by Zach, a slight smirk creeping onto his face. “Need this?” He said holding the glass out in front of him. I had been leaning against the counter while he hovered over me, his hand laying on the countertop beside me. I quickly took the glass out of his hand and pushed past him to grab the Apple juice out of the fridge.

“Thanks,” I said closing the fridge, “but I couldve done it myself.” I set the apple juice on the island while Zach sat spinning at the barstool across from me. “Really? Because it looked like you were struggling?” He laughed. “Yes I could’ve- wait why are you awake?” I questioned, his eyebrow lifted, “Why are YOU awake?” I turned around and put the juice back in the fridge, “You know I get nightmares.”

“Right, I forgot, same one as usual?” Zach answered, I looked down at the wooden floor, “Yeah...” I mumbled. He placed his hand on mine and rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb, “I’m here if you need to talk about it.” I smiled at the boy, “Thanks Zach, but I’m ok.”

I finished my apple juice, setting the glass in the dishwasher. As I walked out of the kitchen I turned back to Zach, “Goodnight Zach” He smiled at me, “Goodnight Y/N.”

———

It was around eight AM when Zach barged into my room, “Y/N!” He yelled, “I’m gonna need you to make more cookies.” I glared at him, my eyebrows furrowed and and a look of annoyance on my face, “You ate them all?!” I exclaimed.

“Well yeah they were really good. Plus you know I can’t help myself when you make cookies, you’re probably the best baker I’ve ever met. You should make the cake for our birthday.” Zach continued to ramble as I thought about our birthday. Ever since we were little we shared a birthday party, although he was a year older than me, we called ourselves birthday twins. We even used to have conjoined birthday parties, that was until he moved in with the Why Don’t We boys. At that moment I hadn’t realized how much I missed him, how much I missed being asked about Ryan and I, how much I missed when he picked on me. Although he was probably the most annoying person to ever exist I really did miss him endlessly.

I cut off Zachs rambling with a hug, “I really missed you, even though you make me want to pull out my hair, I really fucking missed you.” I said into his chest. Taken aback for a second, he sighed, then wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss on the top of my head, “I missed you too, way more than I originally planned if I’m being honest.” He hugged me tighter.

“Zach! Come here and help me lift this!” Myta called from downstairs. Zach looked over his shoulder, then back at me, “I better go help her.” He laughed awkwardly. I let go of him, but before leaving he pulled my head towards him and kissed the top of my forehead once more. “I expect those cookies in an hour!” He yelled while going down the stairs. I laughed to myself, “What a dork.” I whispered.

Ryan came speeding through the hallway and pushed me into my room shutting the door behind us. “What was that?!” He asked loudly. I looked at him confused, “Um hugging? Sibling love?” He facepalmed, “That was not sibling love, you guys aren’t even siblings!” He retorted. “I don’t know seemed a lot like sibling love to me.” By this point Ryan was getting annoyed, “You guys barely even like each other, all he does is pick on you.”

Ryan was right, Zach and I never really got along, he’s teased me since we were kids. In the past few years, when Zach picked on me it actually gave me confort. It showed that fame didn’t change him, that he was still that annoying kid from down the street.

“I know he picks on me, I know we don’t get along, but I don’t know, I just missed him more than I thought.” I told Ryan. He sighed at my response, “I get it, sorry I freaked out.” I smiled warmly at the boy and pulled him into a hug, “It’s alright, I’d freak out too if you and my sister were hugging after being mean to each other for 12 years.”

“I really should make more cookies though, there’s only like 2 more left.” I said pulling out of the hug. “No no, there’s probably no more left, zach and Reese probably ate them.” He corrected while following me downstairs, we laughed.

“Enjoying quarantine I take it?” Myta asked from the bottom of the stairs. “It’s not so bad when you’re with your second family.” I smiled. She nodded and walked away smiling.

I pulled out two big baking trays to put the cookies on, the ingredients for the cookies, the measuring cups, and the mixer. “Can I help?” A voice asked from behind me. To my surprise it was Zach, usually Ryan was the one to help me bake. I shrugged, “Yeah, go ahead, I don’t mind.” I slid over making room at the counter. “Hey, I’m gonna go set up the blanket fort in the living room, maybe Reese will help.” Ryan said from the island. I nodded in response.

“Why do you wanna help? You never help me bake.” I asked turning to Zach while he mixed the batter together. “Exactly, I never help you bake. Plus, I said before you’re the best baker I know, and I know the boys would love your cookies.” He told me, I lifted my eyebrow, “So you’re here to steal my recipe?” Zach laughed, “Well, yes, technically.”

“Speaking of the boys, when do I get to meet them, you know I’m practically Why Don’t We’s number one fan.” I questioned. Zach stopped the mixer and looked at me, “What do you mean? You can meet them whenever, you’re always welcome to come over.” He answered. I laughed, “I am? Kind of funny since I’ve never once been informed when you live.” Zach bit the inside of his cheek, “Yeah I guess knowing our address would help.” I laughed again putting in the chocolate chips, “The secret is too put an extra handful of chocolate chips.” I told him.

I curled up in the blanket fort in between Zach and Ryan, Reese decided she didn’t want to be squished so she stayed on the couch, with a bowl of popcorn all too herself. We watched High School Musical 2, having watched the first one last night. Unsurprisingly, Zach sung through every song right in my ear.

Reese fell asleep on the couch, and Ryan went up to bed before the movie ended because he couldn’t stand Zach singing through the whole movie. So Zach and I folded the blankets ourselves. I grabbed the popcorn bowl from beside Reese who was curled up with her blanket. “I’m gonna put her in her bed, I’ll be back down to help in a second.” Zach said while picking up reese. “There’s not really much else to do, you don’t have to come back down.” I reassured him. Zach frowned, “I don’t care, I don’t want to leave you to do the rest by yourself, I’ll feel bad.” I huffed, “Fine”

I was washing the dishes when I heard footsteps from behind me, I spun around just before Zach scared me. “Gotcha!” I exclaimed, “Zach, I’ve known you for 12 years, I know you like the back of my hand.” I leaned against the sink with my arms crossed. “You don’t know everything.” He answered, and soon enough we found ourselves in the same position we had been in the previous night.

“I don’t know everything, but I know much more than majority.” I said poking his chest and pushing past him to grab a towel for the dishes. Zach himself also grabbed a towel to dry dishes with.

I sat on the island while zach put the dishes away. “You know there are chairs behind you right?” Zack spoke. “Yeah, but sitting on the counter makes me feel taller.” I admitted. He let out a small laugh, “Everything is done, you can go up to bed.” He pointed out. “Nah, I don’t feel like walking up the stairs.” I said looking at my nails. Zach walked towards me, “Do I need to carry you?” I smiled sheepishly, “Well if you insist.” I clung to him like a Koala. Zach let out a laugh and picked me up. I buried my head in the crook of his neck as he carried me. He smelled nice, something I never really noticed. His smell was indescribable, like a scent of his own, a good scent though.

When we approached my room I lifted my head up, his eyes met mine as a small smile crept onto my face, zach smiled too. It wasn’t until that moment that I knew why I missed him so much, why I hoped fame didn’t change him. He was Zach, my home, the person who I had loved from the get go and I didn’t even know. He pushed my hair behind my ear so he could see my face more clearer. Before I knew it I was being thrown onto the bed.

“Hey! You ruined the moment!” I whisper yelled sitting on my bed cross-crossed. He looked at me from the door way, “They’ll be more, don’t you worry.” He answered while walking out of the room. “Wait, Zach!” I called. He poked his head through the door way, “Goodnight.” I said. He smiled at me, “Goodnight.”

———

I gasped for air again, my hand on my chest. I looked at my phone, three AM...again. “Lovely.” I whispered to myself. Slowly I sat up placing my feet on the cold floor. It was quiet, something that barely existed in the Herron household.

I opened my door slowly so it wouldn’t make a noise and snuck into the bedroom at the other end of the hall. Inside Zach lay there sleeping. “Zach.” I whispered, “Zach.” I shook him this time. He responded with a lazy hum. “I had a nightmare.” I explained.

Zach moved over a bit and lifted up the covers, “Come over here you goon.” He answered with a lazy smile. I climbed under the covers next to him, his arm wrapped around my waist and he cuddled into me. I’ve never fallen asleep faster.

[searchingwardrobes]

Start of Time: 5/9

Yes, the chapter count increased. This chapter passed the 4k mark, and I still had a chunk outlined, so I just decided to stop here and add a chapter.

Just reminding everyone once again that Wendy is the name Emma is going by right now because she doesn't remember who she is.

Summary: Killian and his son are driving through a bad snow storm when they find a disoriented woman walking down the road. The question is, how can they help her get home when she has no idea who she is? Written for @teamhook​​​​ on her birthday.

Rating: T

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Chapter Five

Graham Humbert, sheriff of Storybrooke, towered over Wendy, jotting things down in a pocket-size notebook. His eyes were actually kind, though he never smiled, and his accented voice was calming. Yet his presence seemed to fill the room and command it, making Wendy a little nervous. She rubbed her palms up and down her thighs.

“Do you remember what kind of vehicle you were traveling in?”

Wendy shook her head. Graham tapped on his notebook with the eraser of his pencil, his brow furrowing.

“Were you driving or were you a passenger?”

She let out a frustrated breath. “I can’t remember!”

Graham glanced at Killian, and the two men seemed to share something unspoken. The sheriff pulled over the ottoman and sat down across from her. Oh, so that’s what the look had been. They thought she was fragile. Her will bucked against the idea, and she straightened her spine.

“Have you had any flashes of memory? It could be anything - a color, a smell, a sensation. Nothing is too small. You never know what might prove helpful.”

Wendy narrowed her eyes as she thought. “Everytime I close my eyes, all I see is white. Sometimes I wake up from a nightmare, but all I remember are the sounds: breaking glass and my own screams.”

“It sounds like she was in a car accident,” Killian said.

Graham frowned as he scribbled again in his notebook, though what help those details could ever be she wasn’t sure. “Or there could have been foul play. Breaking glass and screams could be a lot of things.”

His words sent a slice of fear through her. “I don’t remember anyone else but me,” she hastened to add, if only to put aside her own fears. “I don’t remember anyone at all . . . even . . . before,“ the last was almost a whisper.

“Everyone has someone,” Graham assured her with a small, encouraging smile.

Wendy bit her bottom lip. “Do they?”

Graham glanced away and pocketed his notebook as he rose. “We haven’t found any vehicles yet, but if you drove off the road and into a ditch, the storm would have buried it in feet of snow. The weather’s promising, though, so we’ll keep an eye out.” The sheriff’s gaze shifted to the other man in the room. “Do you think she may remember anything new during your exam?”

Dr. Victor Whale scoffed as he pushed himself away from the fireplace mantel. While the sheriff had a calm and friendly demeanor, the doctor was the complete opposite. Wendy could clearly see why Killian had apologetically told her this morning at breakfast, “I’m sorry, but he’s the only doctor in town.”

“I’m not a miracle worker, Humbert,” Dr. Whale snapped as he sat on the vacated ottoman across from Wendy, “there’s little I can do for her here. Killian needs to bring her in for an MRI.”

“She is sitting right in front of you,” Wendy snapped. “I’m not five. I hate when male doctors talk about their patients instead of to them.”

Whale’s brows rose in surprise, and behind him, Killian and Graham both snorted with laughter. From the stairwell, a small voice backed Wendy up.

“Yeah! And kids don’t like it either, Dr. Whale! You always ask Papa the questions ‘stead of askin’ me!”

“Alice Milah Jones,” Killian scolded as he turned to where his daughter was hiding behind the railing of the stairs, “I thought I told you to go play.”

“It’s too cold.”

Killian sighed. “Then play in your room.”

“Fine,” Alice grumbled as she stomped back upstairs.

Killian gave Wendy an apologetic shrug, but she merely laughed. Alice was too much fun, far too honest, and frankly the only one who never treated Wendy like she might break.

“If I may do my job now?” Dr. Whale asked. At least he was directing the question at Wendy now, and not the men behind him. She nodded.

He first shone a light in her eyes and asked her to look first right and then left. He felt the bump on her head, which thankfully no longer throbbed. He then pulled her hair back at the temple to examine the cut which had now scabbed over.

“Are you having any headaches?”

“Some, but not like at first. I mostly get them when I’m trying to remember something.”

Whale nodded as he put his stethoscope into his ears and pressed the end to her heart. He told her to breathe in and out. She always wondered if doctors really needed to use those things as often as they did or if it was merely for show. What did a bump on her head have to do with her heartbeat?

“And she - “ Whale started to turn and ask Killian the question, but he caught himself and turned back to Wendy. “And you passed out?”

She nodded.

“Hmmm . . . it definitely sounds like a concussion. Temporary memory loss isn’t unheard of, but it isn’t as common as they make it sound in the movies. It doesn’t usually last this long either.”

Wendy swallowed nervously. “What are you trying to say? That I’ll never get my memory back?”

Whale seemed to hesitate. “I can’t say anything definitive until I do an MRI. If you could come into Storybrooke General as soon as possible, we’ll get you looked at.” He jotted something down on a prescription pad, then tore it off and handed it to her. “Call this number and Astrid in neurology will get you scheduled. When I get to the hospital today, I’ll tell her to be expecting you.”

“Wow, um . . . thanks.”

Whale grinned as he slung his stethoscope back around his neck. “Benefits of small town health care - personal treatment.”

The way he grinned and lingered on the word “personal” made Wendy’s skin crawl. It wasn’t lost on Kilian either, who clapped a heavy hand on Whale’s shoulder and gave the man a tiny shove.

“I’ll take her myself.”

Wendy tried not to giggle at the way his jaw clenched and his blue eyes flashed. He was cute when he was jealous.

“Okay,” Whale answered Killian, never taking his gaze off Wendy. Oh, so now he was going to be the attentive doctor. She refrained from rolling her eyes.

Killian walked the men to the door and told them goodbye along with the back slaps and promises to grab a beer like most longtime friends in a small town. Wendy knew she should have been more polite, but she was so drained all she could do was collapse into the large comfortable chair. The laptop perched on the edge of the coffee table mocked her. They still didn’t have wifi.

The door shut, and Killian came back into the room. He had a tentative expression on his face. “So . . . what are you thinking?”

She blew a strand of hair out of her face and then slumped even lower in the chair. “I’m thinking that an MRI sounds awfully serious.”

He sank down onto the same ottoman that the other two men had perched on. Yet Killian’s nearness brought comfort instead of awkwardness and nerves. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together. She waited for him to say the same things he’d been saying for the past five days: Someone out there is looking for you, I’m sure of it. You’ll remember soon, just give it time. Don’t be so hard on yourself, love . . .

Instead he gave her a lopsided grin. “Henry and Alice have been begging to make chocolate chip cookies. Wanna help?”

“You had me at chocolate.”

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It had been six days since Killian brought Wendy home, and she was beginning to go stir crazy. They had taken several rides in the past few days on the snowmobile, and Wendy had met several more farming families in the area. Yet none of them knew who she was. She’d helped Henry shovel the walk and salt it, had helped Killian bake an obscene amount of cookies, and had met every member of Alice’s menagerie. She had even made a huge dent in the stack of books the kids had loaned her. Every moment had been wonderful, but Wendy couldn’t relax and fully enjoy any of it. Not when these thoughts nagged at the back of her mind, only to slip away like mist just when she was about to pin them down.

There was still no wifi, so Wendy also still couldn’t search the web for missing persons matching her description. Graham hadn’t seen any bulletins that fit her description, either, but she still wanted to try. Liam narrowed his eyes when she brought it up at dinner that night.

“Now that you mention it, a young woman your age, with your good looks, you’d think it would be all over the news that you’re missing.”

“Liam,” Killian gasped exaggeratedly as he spooned mashed potatoes onto his plate, “are you hitting on Wendy?”

“I’m making an objective observation,” Liam scowled.

“Does he ever take a joke?” Wendy laughed as Killian winked at her.

“Rarely,” Killian quipped.

“We don’t got tv right now, Uncle Liam,” Alice put in around a mouthful of chicken.

“We don’t have tv right now,” Killian corrected on autopilot.

“But Uncle Liam’s right,” Henry said, “if a missing woman was on the news, Sheriff Graham would have known about it.”

Killian’s brow furrowed. “That’s a good point, I have to admit.”

“Maybe your family, or your friends, or whatever, haven’t noticed you’re missing yet,” Alice suggested.

Henry rolled his eyes. “That’s dumb. How would they not notice?”

“We don’t call people dumb,” Killian admonished.

“I didn’t say she was dumb,” Henry argued.

“Maybe she ran away to play pretend,” Alice continued, oblivious to her brother’s insult, “cause everyone was bossing her. Like when I hide from Henry.”

“I’m not bossy!” Henry shot back. Alice responded by sticking out her tongue.

For her part, Wendy suddenly found her mound of mashed potatoes fascinating. She couldn’t bear to see the continued suspicion in Liam’s eyes or the pity in Killian’s. Was Alice right? Was she running away from something? Who the hell was she if no one had reported her missing?

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“I have to get out, or I’m going to go insane!”

Killian’s brows jumped to his hairline, and his hands paused as they scooped scrambled eggs onto Wendy’s plate the next morning.

“Me too!” Alice proclaimed, slamming her palm down on the kitchen island. Wendy gave the little girl a nod of commiseration, and Killian laughed.

“The roads should be clear by now,” he told them as he sat down before his own breakfast. “How about we all head to town today?”

The kids cheered, and Wendy smiled. Henry’s face quickly turned to a frown, however.

“You know what that means,” he told his sister, “school will start again on Monday.”

“Yay!” Alice cheered, brandishing her spoon. “I missed school.”

Henry rolled his eyes. “You won’t when you start doing fractions.”

“I like fractions.”

“You don’t even know what they are.”

“Do too!”

Killian sighed and Wendy laughed at his woebegone expression.

“I think I might go mad myself,” Killian told her.

“We’re all mad here, Papa!” Alice crowed with delight.

“Alice in Wonderland,” Wendy exclaimed, proud that she knew the quote.

“Yes indeed,” Killian confirmed, bopping his daughter on the nose, “and things definitely get curiouser and curiouser with these two around 24/7.”

Henry groaned at the dad joke, and Alice giggled. Killian turned to Wendy, his expression turning serious.

“And if we���re going into town, you need that MRI.”

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Storybrooke General was a small, one story building only a block from the town’s quaint court square. Killian pulled his truck into a parking space, and turned to look at Wendy with concern.

“You sure you don’t want me coming with you?”

No, I’m terrified. Wendy pressed the thought back and gave a firm nod of her head. “I’m sure. You’ve got the kids with you, and I’m sure they’ll be bored.”

“Nuh-uh,” Alice objected, popping up between them from the back seat of the extended cab. “I wanna see Wendy’s brain.”

“How long have you been out of your seat belt?” Killian asked in alarm.

“Just now,” Alice answered glibly, her gaze still on Wendy. “Does it hurt when they look in your brain?”

Wendy swallowed nervously. “I don’t think so.”

Killian took her hand. “It will be fine, but if you’d like me to stay with you -”

“No really, you go ahead. The kids don’t want to be cooped up in a hospital waiting room.” Wendy turned to Alice before the girl could protest. “They won’t let you see my brain.”

Alice collapsed next to her brother with a pout on her face. “That sucks.”

“All you’d see is gray mush anyways,” Henry muttered, his eyes glued to a handheld video game.

“Gray mush sounds awesome!”

Killian shrugged his shoulders at Wendy sheepishly, but she only laughed. The kids had been such a wonderful, hilarious distraction during this entire ordeal, and they were quickly worming their way into her heart.

“And you’ll be okay walking to Granny’s from here?” he asked.

Wendy nodded. “Yep. It’s one block that way,” she turned and pointed out the window.

Killian handed her a small, simple phone. “This is the kids’ emergency phone. It only has four numbers saved in it: mine, Liam’s, David’s, and Mary Margaret’s. Just call me if you need me to come pick you up instead.” He paused, still not relinquishing the phone. “Or if it takes longer than expected . . . or if you’re upset . . . or -”

“I get it,” Wendy laughed, tugging the phone out of his hand, “use the phone if I need you for anything at all.”

“Exactly.”

“But Killian, I really will be fine. I may not remember anything about my life, but I do know one thing deep in my gut - I can take care of myself. Not that I don’t appreciate everything you’ve done, believe me, but I can handle a simple doctor’s appointment. Seriously.”

Killian let out a long breath and nodded. “I know. You’re right.”

“See you soon,” she told him and the kids as she opened the car door, infusing cheeriness she didn’t really feel into her voice. Killian didn’t pull out of the parking space until she reached the door and had turned to wave at him one last time.

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The walk to Granny’s did Wendy good, despite the sharp cold still in the air. The sun was bright nevertheless, and the wind that bit at her cheeks and tugged at her hair was a welcome distraction from the disappointment that was the MRI. She was expecting to get some answers today, but after they slid her out of that contraption that felt far too much like a coffin, all the tech had said was “we’ll call you with the results in the next 24 hours.”

Wendy sighed as she wrapped her arms tighter around herself in defense against the cold. She’d snapped at the poor woman.

“Are you serious? I thought you were a trained technician! You can’t look at the pictures and tell me one damn thing? This is shit!”

Not Wendy’s finest moment, to be sure. (At least, as far as memory served - ha!) The tech had reacted calmly to her outburst, explaining that Dr. Whale would want to look at the MRI for himself before anything was relayed to the patient. So here she was, still with no answers.

Wendy turned a corner and smiled when she saw Granny’s diner - a quaint establishment with a retro vibe. The small patio out front was currently out of use - it’s chairs and tables still piled with a bit of snow from the storm. Wendy could imagine how nice the outdoor dining would be during the spring, and she thought wistfully that she would like to be here to see it. She shrugged out of her coat as she walked through the door, a small bell above her head jingling. She saw Henry and Alice on the other side of the restaurant, arguing over a song to play on the jukebox. Wendy’s eyes scanned the room, and her heart plummeted when she saw Killian in a corner booth.

He wasn’t alone. Sitting next to him - very closely, Wendy noted - was a redhead in a tight-fitting green silk blouse with a plunging neckline. Killian’s head was down, and she noted that the tips of his ears were red. The red head laughed, flipping her hair off one shoulder, then leaned over to place a lingering kiss on Killian’s cheek. Wendy spun away to hang her coat up on the rack by the door, unable to watch the couple any longer. Anger surged up in her at Liam Jones. If he didn’t want Wendy causing problems between Killian and this woman he was seeing, then why the hell didn’t he just say so?

Wendy shut her eyes tightly as another emotion rolled over the first. Jealousy - which was ridiculous. Killian was merely being kind to a lost stranger. He had made no moves on Wendy, had promised her nothing. His relationship with this redhead was something he was under no obligation to share with a person he had only known for six days.

“Wendy!”

She turned at the sound of the children’s voices as they rushed over to her. Killian quickly extricated himself from the limbs of his - girlfriend? - and hurried over with an eager smile on his face.

“Papa, she’s here, can we get milkshakes now?”

“Lunch first, Alice,” Killian replied automatically, his eyes never leaving Wendy’s. “Well, how did it go?”

He placed his hand at the small of her back to guide her towards their booth, and the small contact sent heat skittering up her spine. The physical reaction plunged her into immediate guilt when her eyes landed on the redhead. The woman narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips as she crossed her arms over her ample chest.

“Well, there’s nothing to tell. They said they’d call with the results in 24 hours.”

“Hm,” Killian replied, his face falling, “that’s too bad, I know that -”

“Killian, dear,” the woman purred, “is this the stray you’ve been telling me about?”

Killian’s brow furrowed and his jaw clenched. Wendy wasn’t sure if he was frustrated with his girlfriend or the situation.

“I’m Wendy,” she said, holding a hand out to the redhead in hopes of cutting through the awkward moment.

“Zelena,” the other woman replied, taking Wendy’s hand as she slid from the booth. It was all she said to her, dropping her hand almost immediately to turn to Killian and place a perfectly manicured hand on his chest. Over Killian’s shoulder, Wendy saw Henry make a gagging motion with his finger in his mouth while Alice rolled her eyes. Wendy pressed her fingers to her lips to prevent herself from laughing.

“Killian, dear, I have to go,” she told him in a pouting voice.

Killian swallowed hard. “Oh - um, okay.”

“Bye!” Zelena told everyone in a bright voice, wriggling her fingers at everyone.

Wendy gave Killian a pointed look after the woman breezed out, but all he did was duck his head, palm the back of his neck, and loudly clear his throat.

“So, burgers and fries all around, huh?”

The kids cheered, and the mysterious Zelena was soon forgotten. Mostly. Wendy’s mind kept going back to her and the way she’d run her fingers lightly over Killian’s chest. Granny’s grilled cheese and onion rings were amazing, the kids were entertaining as usual, but Wendy felt an inexplicable sadness nonetheless. Killian frowned when he noticed her pensively dragging an onion ring through ketchup.

“We’ll get answers soon,” he assured her, reaching over to squeeze her hand.

Wendy attempted a smile, but could only nod. Even the chocolate milkshakes Alice had begged for couldn’t lift the dark cloud that had fallen upon her. Liam had pointed out that she had a life out there somewhere that she would eventually go back to. What Wendy had failed to consider was the life that the Jones family was living, and had been living long before Wendy literally stumbled into it. She finally managed to meet Killian’s concerned blue eyes. It was time she pulled herself out of this self-pity and got to know this man who had helped her without question.

“So,” she announced after swallowing a cold, sweet mouthful of milkshake, “are you going to give me the grand tour of Storybrooke, or what?”

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Wendy learned two important things during her tour of Storybrooke, Maine. The first was that the town was the smallest place she’d ever been. No wonder they only had one doctor. The second was that the Jones children had far more energy than she ever could. They were leaving the docks after briefly watching the waves slap the sides of the boats wintering in the harbor, and she and Killian had fallen almost a block behind the children. Wendy shivered in her borrowed winter coat as they approached the opposite side of Main Street, heading back to Granny’s where Killian had left the truck.

“It’s much too cold for you to be out, love,” Killian commented, frowning at her in concern.

She shook her head. “You worry way too much, Jones.”

“So you’re not cold?”

“Of course I’m cold! It’s February in Maine, but I’m not dying. You don’t have to coddle me, you know..”

Killian chuckled wryly and scratched behind his ear. “Used to be it was Liam who was the worrying Jones, not me. If only you could have seen me in my younger days.”

“Oh really?”

He nodded. “Leather, piercings, a motorcycle - the whole bad boy cliche.”

“Was that before your wife?”

“Not really. I mean, that’s who I was when she met me. We were in school together, both pursuing veterinary medicine. She was a little older though - it was a second career for her. A second life, really.”

“A second life?”

“Aye, she had just gone through a divorce.”

“So you were her boy-toy, huh?” Wendy teased, giving him a little shove with her elbow.

Killian’s gaze became distant, and for a minute she regretted the joke, but then a slow smile spread across his face. “I was her boy-toy, and I was fascinated by her age and experience. At least, that’s how it was at first, but then . . . it became real. We fell in love.”

“Is that why Liam disapproved?” Wendy winced slightly at Killian’s surprised expression. “Sorry. I overheard.”

“It’s okay,” he told her with a shrug, “Liam has been very . . . let’s just say vocal with his opinions lately. I’m not surprised you’ve heard our fights. Yes, Liam worried that I was just Milah’s rebound. He softened a bit after we adopted the kids, though.”

“How old were they when . . . “ Wendy trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

“Six and three.”

What could a person say to that? There was nothing anyone could offer but empty platitudes to a man widowed with two young children to care for all by himself. Luckily, Wendy was saved from having to say anything by Alice running up and waving a bright red piece of paper in her hand.

“Look, Papa!” she told him breathlessly. “They’re doing a Valentine’s dance at town hall!”

“Hmm, I see,” Killian said as he glanced over the announcement.

Alice tilted her head and pursed her lips saucily. “Is that all you’re gonna say?”

Killian rubbed at his chin, glancing up at his daughter, then back at the paper again. “I’m sorry, starfish, I’m just surprised. This doesn’t seem like your usual thing.”

“What?” Alice gasped in obvious offense. She pressed up on her toes to lean closer to her father and jab a finger at the paper he held. “Didn’t you see this part?”

“Oh!” Killian chuckled. “It’s a costume party.”

“Can you help me make a costume, Papa? Please, please, pleeeease?”

“Alice, this dance is only four days from now.”

“But I have lots of old Halloween costumes that I can cut up and make into different things, plus all my craft supplies. We can do it, I know we can. Please?”

Henry frowned as he grabbed the flier. “This says you’re supposed to dress up as famous couples. Gross.”

“A couple just means two people though, right?” Wendy pointed out. “It doesn’t have to be romantic.’

“She’s got a point, son.” Killian was looking at Wendy, though.

“Can you go to the ball, too?” Alice asked her.

“Oh, sweetheart, Wendy will hopefully be back with her own family by then.”

“But,” Wendy rushed to add, unable to handle the disappointment on the little girl’s face, “if I’m still in town, I would love to go.”

“Yay!” Alice cheered, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. “Can we go to the craft store for some supplies, then?”

Killian shrugged at Wendy as his daughter pulled him along, chattering about all of her costume ideas. As she watched him patiently follow his daughter around the craft store, listening intently as the child held up ribbons, buttons, and scraps of felt, Wendy berated herself for ever thinking the man could be single.

Phone ringing . . . You have reached the cell phone of Emma Swan. Sorry I missed your call. Leave a message, and I’ll get back to you soon.

“Emma, this is Regina. You took the whole unplugging thing seriously, I see. I mean, I’m proud of you, seriously, you deserved it. I just needed to ask you a question about an interview I set up for you. You’re still driving back tomorrow, right? Give me a call as soon as your vacation is over.”

Phone ringing . . . You have reached the cell phone of Emma Swan. Sorry I missed your call. Leave a message, and I’ll get back to you soon.

“Wow, Emma, you really did unplug. Wasn’t expecting you to ignore my texts, though. God, Emma, I’m not trying to sound like a dick here, but I did just propose to you. Then you run off? Please call me, I need for us to talk about this.”

Phone ringing . . . You have reached the cell phone of Emma Swan. Sorry I missed your cell. Leave a message, and I’ll get back to you soon.

“It’s me again. Walsh. I felt bad about that last message. Listen, I love you, Emma. And I don’t care when we get married. We can be 64 for all I care. We can wait as long as you want. I just want to be with you. That’s all. Call me. Please?”

[naptoons]

Haunt you - brandon arreaga

Warnings: drinking substance, mild language.

Theme: angst

Summary: Brandon regrets breaking up with you for the sake of protecting you, everyday memories of you guys together haunts him, so he decided he’s going to talk to you again and apologize.

A/N: I didn’t proofread, but this song is my current fave atm I’m literally obsessed with it lol. And I saw Brandon fitting this scenario I was in my feels blame the Scorpio in me🥺🤟🏾

You and Brandon were perfect. Every one looked up to y’all as couple goals. You were happy with Brandon, and he was as well with you. Wherever he was you were there. Even Zion would tease y’all and shout “can y’all unstick from each other for two minutes?!” Which ultimately made the both of you blush. Three months into the relationship you’d asked him was he going to introduce you to his fans. Brandon froze up and your question and decided not to answer. From that day forth you haven’t talked to him. Until three weeks later he texted you and broke up with you.

It was hard on you, he never told you why or even tried to talk about it. And that bothered you. But at the same time you thought how could you easily talk about pain? Pain isn’t a buttery smooth topic. Five months passed and you tried to forget about him, throwing yourself into your studies, going outside whenever you felt the need to cry. Texting your friends and practically begging them to come over or hangout with you. Matters didn’t get better when you realized all the members were still following you on Instagram. So you saw all their stories and posts.

Seeing Brandon’s smile made you miss his, made you miss the way his nose slightly crinkled when he smiled. The way his nose ring would constantly shift everytime he laid a kiss on you, caressing his tattoos after both of you came out the shower. The way he would tap your thigh softly while making beats because he wanted you close at all times. It was the little things that made you happy. And now you felt as if you were being greedy and that’s what drove him away from you. Putting on your favorite movie and grabbing your chocolate chip cookies and a bottle of wine. You begin binging the movie. Drinking glass after glass. An hour later the whole bottle was gone.

And your nose was red and your eyelids were puffy, slumped in the covers on your couch. Maybe it was better off this way, he could live his life and travel go on tour do his music. Hell he could get drunk if he wanted too, have one night stands, maybe even find someone whose job is just like his. But you can’t help how badly you want him. Even though you and Brandon have broken up the other members have been texting and checking up on you.

Feeling yourself falling asleep you phone buzzes scaring you , looking at the caller ID you see it’s Zion wanting to FaceTime you. Pulling the covers up to your nose you answer his call. “Hey y/n are you sick?” He asks in a concerned tone

“Having a little allergy problem, that’s all so what’s up?” You ask

“On our way to your house, we’re in town and thought we’d visit, come take you out or something” Zion adds Edwin gets in the camera slightly “y/n!!! We’ve missed you dude” Edwin chimes. You smile, sinking further into the covers.

“I’ve missed you guys too, how are y’all?” You asks

“Pretty great, how’s college going?” Edwin asks

“Sluggish” you giggle, they look at you with furrowed eyebrows “y/n? Are you drunk?” Zion questions you sink your head in the pillow as you start giggling even more but now it’s mixed with salty tears. “We’re on our way y/n” Zion whispers, Zion hangs up the phone as you stand up making your way to the shower, to clean yourself up.

Fifteen minutes later, a knock is at your door, your hair was still semi wet, you step to the side letting them all in, all expect Brandon he wasn’t here. In a way you really wish he was. Just to see how he was doing.

“Y/n? Talk to us, you’ve kinda been ignoring us since...” Zion starts but you cut him off “since we’ve broken up yeah I’m aware, it’s just really hard Zion, getting used to something that isn’t your routine, reverting back to normal, when what was normal before was beautiful” you rant “maybe I’m reminiscing too much on the past and it’s hurting me, but I’m hurting...”

Your voice choked up “I’m hurting cause I’ll never know why” Zion wastes no time pulling you into his arms, followed by the rest of the members wrapping their arms around you. They made you feel a bit better.

They stayed with you for a couple of hours playing board games, screaming at each other in uno, Zion getting real salty about you beating him in Mario kart. Brandon saw all of this through Instagram, seeing that smile it's the way you look, he won't forget it. His friend taps his shoulder making Brandon screenlock his phone.

“Bro you know you still love her, so go tell her” he advises

Brandon shakes his head “no, I can’t but it’s better this way”

His friend chuckles “it’s better for y’all to be miserable and running away from fake fans? Those are the only ones that are going to hate on y’all relationship dude”. Brandon broke up with you because he wanted to save your heart from the ruthless cyber space. He knew that on the internet it can be harsh, and he didn’t want you going through the same thing he does.

He didn’t want a psychopathic liar, twisting things around and making you doubt his love for you. He didn’t want anyone to make a fool out of you. He didn’t want anyone to publicly embarrass you. All he wanted was to see you smile, to see your eyes glisten at him, laugh until y’all turned blue in the face. Cuddle up on the roof at night and paint out fake constellations. It was the little things that haunted him. But he would rather have you away from this dark world than drag you in it.

“Brandon, listen your true fans will support and love you no matter what, look how they treated you and Charlotte. They will do the same with her, and plus if they don’t that’s okay, your family loves her, your friends life her and y’all love each other” his friend further pushes. “So get it through your thick skull and fucking talk to her,get your girl back, hug her kiss her before it’s too late, then it’ll really haunt you”

Brandon nods his head softly knowing one hundred percent his friend was right, texting Zion asking for your address, he grabs his keys rushing to your apartment.

The members left your house an hour ago, leaving you with a sore stomach, they made you laugh, they tried to teach you a dance. You really forgot about your problems for today. But when the moonlight peaked through your curtains. Your emotions would turn detrimental. Your doorbell rings just as you were heading towards your bedroom, confused and startled you wander towards the door, unlocking it you peep your head around seeing the raven haired boy, soaked from head to toe, his glasses glistening from the droplet.

“Brandon?” You question, Brandon weakly smiles at your sudden emotion, you never thought about the day you’d see him again. And now that he’s here your mind is empty. “May I come in?” His voice is soft being careful to think his words through.

“Yeah, of course you’re soaked” you open the door wider letting him step foot on your welcome mat. Closing the door and locking it behind him , Brandon starts taking off his shoes by the door tugging them away in the corner. “Want tea? Don’t want you sick when y’all start recording” you smile remembering how upset Brandon used to get whenever he had a cold and couldn’t record.

Music was his first love you would always tell him, but he’d always argue with you and say “no you’re my first love, stop trying to compete, with something you know you’ll win at”

“Sure, I’ll take your tea, just this time let’s hope you don’t give me diabetes” Brandon jokes

“That was one time !! Ugh” you yell, putting the water in the teapot you turn with the bag, turning around to meet Brandon’s eyes.

“Y/n?” His voice shakes “I’m here to say I’m sorry,you didn’t deserve to be in a toxic relationship, I didn’t deserve to give you pain, and to say I did it because I was scared of what the media would think is beyond fucking stupid” Brandon rarely cursed, and if he did he was serious about it, it had to be something he was passionate about it.

“I know your heart its way beyond being fixed, but I want to try, I want to take my time and heal you, and love you, because y/n I do love you more than I can comprehend, your pain is something I thought about for a while” Brandon reaches for your hand caressing your fingers. “I have a lot more words but I’d rather you hear it” Brandon’s voice vibrates appearing that he may break into tears soon. You nod your head getting the tea off and pouring it into a travel cup, adding in the organic honey and organic sugar, then stir with a spoon.

“I promise it’s not this sweet this time” you smile

“If it is that’s okay, I’ll drink it anyways” Brandon grabs your hand walking towards the door. Putting on his shoes. “What about me I need shoes” you try to turn around but Brandon pulls you closer lifting your legs off the ground.

“No worries your stuff is still at the house” getting outside you lock the door with the keys and he places your phone in his pocket. Running to the car you’re giggling in excitement and a sudden rush of butterflies. He places you in the car, rushing to his side as the rain started to trickledown.

“You’re insane” you giggle

“All because the name of love” he replies smiling

Arriving the the prettymuch house Brandon is holding you as he opens the front door with the key, walking in the house Zion and nick are in the couch. “Hey y’all” you giggle

Zion can’t help but to smile a little “hey” he lets out softly, Brandon smiles back at Zion nodding his head, Zion winks at him and Brandon walks to his room. Placing you down on your feet. You scan his room looking at his new set up, really have changed his sense of style. Brandon grabs your hand sitting you on the chair next to him.

“I can sing better than I can talk, so listen to this” he places his headphones on your head. The guitar begins to strum with the soft vocals of Brandon singing the first lyric of the song “How do I measure up to heights you've been to? How could I ever love you like you're meant to?” Looking at Brandon his fingers tap against the wooden table. Your eyes focused on the fidgeting nerves in my jawline. Sooner or later the chorus comes around.

“Never thought something so beautiful could haunt you Haunt you, haunt you”

You could feel the emotions in this song. Yeah you know he didn’t write it but he sung it as if he did, because it was meant for you to hear. After the song is done you look Brandon in the eyes. Hes biting his nails aching at your sudden response. He wasn’t prepared for your words. You sit on his lap cupping his head. “Brandon, my heart isn’t past broken it’s still trying to heal, and I’m scared, I’ve wished for this day I wished for this conversation, but I don’t know what to say”

Brandon’s eyes sparkling into euphoria, you can tell he’s still in love with you, but you were scared of what may happen. “Brandon I’m really scared” you whisper

“I’m sorry I made you scared baby, but I just wanted it to be known that my actions weren’t the way I truly felt, I still and will always love you” Brandon kisses your cheeks, his hand rubbing your back softly. “Would you like me to take you back home?” Brandon asks you.

“No, I wanna stay here and work it out with my boyfriend” you blurt out, Brandon widen his eyes up at you trying to calm the nerves laugh building up in his throat “I’m scared but I wanna give it chance, Brandon I still love you a lot and if theirs a chance of maybe reconnecting I’ll give it a go” you giggle caressing the nape of his neck “but can we take it slow?”

“Slow burns are all I want with you” Brandon mumbles pulling you into a soft kiss wrapping his arms around your waist,lifting you up the both of you lay down on the bed. You in his chest with one leg on top of his. “You know if I fuck this up Zion said he would beat my ass?” Brandon laughs

“Really? Zion has feelings?” You laugh caressing his jawline with your fingernails, Brandon nods his head falling into your trance while rubbing the tips of y’all noses together “I’ve missed you so much” you whisper

“I’ve missed you more babylove, so much” Brandon hums on your ear laying kisses from your ear to your lips “and I love you” Brandon just spills his body tensing at the words that flew out. you just giggling kissing his lips on last time. “I love you too honey”

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The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x13: Slumber Party

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Chapter Summary: Junk food is had, secrets are exposed, and flings are revealed...

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, one minor make out scene.

Word count: 2,900

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"Are you sure this thing isn't a slumber party?" Kelly criticizes. You open your locker as your friends begin to bicker on both sides of you. Something akin to petty surround sound.

"I told you! It's a night of female bonding-- a chance for us to get together and talk about what's important," Brenda explains.

"But we're doing it in our PJs," Donna interjects.

"Well, that would make sense unless you prefer to sleep in your clothes," You say, "Bren, I think it's a great idea. It could be fun!"

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"Can we invite some guys to come over later? I mean, after we've talked and bonded and everything?" Kelly asks.

"Kelly, I thought what we wanted was an evening to ourselves where we don't have to think about guys, talk about guys, or worry about what we look like 'cause some guy is around. Isn't that what we said?" She nods, rolling her eyes. "So what's the problem?"

"Nothing!" She leans against the lockers, "Actually... there is one thing. I kinda made plans with this other friend of mine, Amanda Pacer. You don't know her, she's a senior, but we have been friends forever."

"So bring her," you suggest, taking out your history book and shutting your locker.

"Well... I know this may sound stupid, but I don't want her to think this is a slumber party... It's not a slumber party, right?"

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"Brenda! Kelly, Y/N, and Donna are here to bond with you!" Brandon shouts up the stairs, laden in his all-white Peach Pit uniform. He looked so cute, this "no guy" rule was pointless. Especially when the said guys looked like that. "Hey Y/N/N," he kisses you softly, pulling you closer to him.

"Hey," you mumble. He gives you a hard, dizzying, coffee-flavored kiss as he slowly backs into the front door. You hum against him happily, "I'll pay you to stay, I'm serious. Cold hard cash." He grins, slipping his warm hands under the sides of your jacket, holding onto your hips gently.

"As much as I'd like to, I promised Nat I'd pick up this shift."

"Tell him you have other business to attend to. Like getting me out of this slumber party. Nat'll understand," you plead jokingly. One more soft, sweet kiss and he lets go of you. "Brandon..." he smiles at you adoringly and turns towards the other two girls waiting in the foyer, pretending that they weren't just watching everything you two were doing.

"Have fun, ladies," he swings the front door open and leaves as quickly as possible, knowing that if he stayed any longer you'd actually end up convincing him to stay. As one Walsh exits, another enters as Brenda comes down the stairs wearing a long, plaid nightshirt. But before she's even fully down the stairs, Kelly starts to complain.

"Brenda, this is really weird."

"Kelly, we are going to have fun! Where's Amanda?"

"Oh, she's coming later," She fidgets awkwardly, "She uh, wanted to bring her own car in case..."

"Something better came along," Donna interjects.

"I think this might be a little too down-home for her."

"Kelly, we're not going on hayrides," you cut in.

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"Okay, we have chocolate ice cream,vanilla ice cream, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream!" Brenda announces as you pour the doritos into a bowl. It's a scramble of hands and junk food as you all grab what you want.

"Do you have any other cookies?" Kelly asks.

"Yeah! I think they're in the cupboard," Brenda nods.

"Oh, I love cookies smushed in ice cream!" Andrea beams, "it's the best."

"You ever put popcorn in ice cream?" Donna wonders. The group groans in disgust. "Hey, it's really good!" You hop on the counter next to where Donna is and grab a chip

"Well, there's microwave popcorn in a bowl over there, knock yourself out," Brenda giggles, handing you your bowl of chocolate ice cream.

"Thanks," you smile, "Hey, Amanda, what do you want? Vanilla or chocolate?" You glance over to Kelly's friend as you help the girls put together their sundaes, and she's sitting alone at the kitchen table with her arms crossed, pouting.

"Nothing for me, thanks."

"Oh, come on, Amanda. You're gonna make us all look like pigs!" Kelly exclaims.

"You said it, I didn't," Amanda ostracizes. The room goes radio silent, but instead of bumming out the room, Brenda starts snorting like a pig at her while the rest of you laugh and pick up your junk food.

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"Donna, that is so gross!" Kelly laughs, watching as her best friend shows vanilla ice cream and popcorn into her mouth all in one spoon. Your cheeks already hurt from laughing, but you couldn't stop smiling.

"I know, but I like it! I don't know why, but I do, okay?"

"This is something you can never do with guys," Kelly smirks, piling on the whipped cream to her sundae.

"What?" Andrea asks.

"Pig out!" The five of you giggle as Brenda turns to Amanda, who's once again decided to remove herself from the group.

"Do you eat on dates, Amanda?"

"Never. But I always order something expensive," her voice is sharp, and she's slumped back in the white chair in the far corner of the room.

"Why?"

"To let them know I'm worth it," she shrugs.

"I knew it was over for me and Steve when I started pigging out everytime we went out to eat," she scoffs.

"He never took you out to eat, Kelly," Donna giggles, and then everyone, (excluding Ms. Grump Pants, of course) bursts out in laughter.

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"I am in... sugar shock." Brenda sighs, resting her head on your shoulder as you lean back onto the couch, smushed up against the other girls.

"I feel like I just gained ten pounds," Andrea groans.

"So, what do you guys want to do now?" Kelly ponders.

"Ooh, lets rent Pretty Woman!" Donna suggests.

"Donna, you've seen that movie 300 times," Kelly snickers.

"It's dependable. You know, sometimes I think about running away and becoming a hooker on Hollywood boulevard," she puts her fist up to her heart, fawning, "just so I can meet Richard Gere."

"There's only one problem... you're not Julia Roberts."

"Look, we're not going to rent a movie... or become prostitutes," you tease Donna, "The whole point of this was so we could talk. Andrea, go get your Ouija board."

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You settle back down onto the couch after coming very close to crapping your pants because of what you thought was the Ouija board... which just ended up being David Silver sneaking creepy pictures of you guys through the window. You breathe deeply as your heart rate settles down. Amanda checks her watch and scoffs.

"It's after midnight."

"What, do frat boys turn into pumpkins?" Brenda bites sarcastically.

"No, they turn into drunken slobs." You sure made my night," she complains.

"Amanda, you didn't have to come!" Kelly barks.

"What? And miss all the fun? The party games?" She laughs sardonically, "I don't want to leave anymore. Everyone's ruined my night," she takes off her beige coat and throws it on the chair. "It's my turn to ruin their's. Okay everyone. I've got a game if you're up for it. Skeletons in the closet. Everyone sits in a circle, and the person in the middle has to answer all their questions as honestly as possible. The kind of question is up to you, whatever you feel like asking. Of course, the better the question, the better the game."

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"Go ahead. Ask me anything," Andrea smiles nervously.

"Why does everybody call you 'Awwwndrea?'" Amanda starts.

"Excuse me?"

"What are you, British? I mean... Awwwwndrea?" Amanda guffaws.

"That is pretty pretentious," Kelly adds.

"Kelly," you warn her.

"It's pronounced both ways. But An-dree-uh is a little boring and common. I like to be different."

"Good answer," you smile.

"So, am I through?"

Amanda studies her carefully, "No. Not yet... have you ever slept with a guy before?" What the hell was wrong with this girl?

"That's... a little personal. But uh... no. No, I have never slept with a guy before. Yet."

"Well, if you could sleep with any guy in school, who would it be?"

Andrea chuckles anxiously, looking down at the ground. "Come on, you guys. I can't answer that..."

"Yeah, you can. You can trust us, Andrea... well," you glance at Amanda, "most of us, at least."

"Uh... I don't know. I guess... I guess uh..."

"Brandon?" Kelly cuts in.

"What?" You glare at Kelly.

"No." Andrea answers, "No. Not Brandon. No... it would have to be Hans Fleischman. He is this incredibly gorgeous lifeguard who pulled me out of the water when I was stung by a jellyfish at Zuma beach last summer." You adjust in your seat uncomfortably while the Kelly snickers in disbelief at Andrea. "Hey, what is this? Brandon is just a friend."

"Wait-- wait a second. Is this the same Brandon that's all over her everyday?" Amanda laughs out, "Sweetie... get a life. You like him. Everybody already knows." You sure didn't. "And he likes her." You don't even dare to look up from your thumbs. What the hell were you supposed to do in this situation? Sure, you encouraged her to answer it but you didn't think it would be Brandon. You would feel weird comforting her, but you still feel weird just sitting there and letting her get harrassed.

"Okay... okay. So it-- it is Brandon." Her eyes well up as she stutters through her words. The room is silent for a moment before you hop to your feet.

"Well, this has been a blast," you huff, "I'm gonna go get a soda. Anyone else have plans to seduce my boyfriend? Kelly? Donna? Hey, how about you, Amanda?"

-

After Kelly's turn, to which she described her traumatic first sexual experience, and Brenda's where she describes how she betrayed her best friend back in Minneapolis... you were really starting to hate this game.

"Come on, Donna, you've gotta have some secrets," Kelly encourages.

"I don't! I tell you guys everything!"

"If you could go out with any guy in school, who would it be?!" Brenda asks. Let me guess, Brandon?

"Greg Houseman. You know that, she never stops talking about him," Kelly sighs.

"What is the most dishonest thing you've ever done?" You ask, curling your legs up to your chest. She pauses to think for a moment.

"Nothing..."

"Didn't anybody in your family go insane or something? Anything?"

"No... we're all really normal," she shrugs. The thing was, she's right. You've been to her house. Her mother is great, her dad's really nice, her house is perfect... she was completely normal.

"You know what your problem is, Donna?" Amanda prompts, "Your life is totally boring. Anyone who can't dredge up one secret about themselves is either lying or a total zero."

"That is not true," you snap.

"Why, what are you hiding, Y/N/N?"

"Nothing, Amanda."

"Oh, really? That's not what I hear... or what I've seen."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Get in the circle," she smirks, this time deviously. Dangerously. You follow her orders, moving from the floor to the chair.

"What's your favorite movie?" Brenda asks.

"Rebel without a Cause."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Baby pink," you watch Amanda out of the corner of your eye, getting more and more frustrated at the boring questions.

"Oh, come on! You guys are such a drag!" She leans forward, smirking, "What's going on with you and Dylan McKay?" You look at her confused.

"He's dating her," you gesture towards Brenda, "Not me." Amanda shakes her head immediately, as if she knew you were going to say that.

"Do I need to dumb it down for you, sweetheart? What happened at the Bel Age a few months ago, y'know, when you jumped him?"

"What?" Brenda says quietly, her voice breaking. She looks at you as tears start to brim her eyes.

"Bren, wait a second--"

"Did you sleep with my boyfriend?" Your jaw goes agape and you laugh sourly in shock.

"You really think I'd sleep with Dylan?!" A pit of guilt was forming in your stomach as you tensed up.

"I don't know what to think, Y/N! All I know is you two spend an awful lot of time together alone and now I'm hearing that you pounced on him!" she snaps. Oh my god. You couldn't believe this was happening.

"That's not what happened, Bren!"

"Fine!" She scoffs bitterly, "what happened, then?"

"So, I was at the Bel Age a few months ago, Brandon had just gotten the job at the Peach Pit..."

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"I don't wanna go home yet," you told him. The Porsche rumbled as Dylan warmed it up. He raised an eyebrow at you as he leaned back.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere you want to take me." Those would be words you would later come to regret. Asking a hot guy with a leather jacket and a Porsche to have his way with you? Bold move. Dumb move, too. He could've taken you anywhere. Baja, the abandoned elementary school, anywhere. But where did he take you? The Bel Age hotel.

When you walked in he popped the radio on and you sat down as a Gloria Estefan song played quietly throughout the hotel room. Dylan was over at the wet bar, pouring himself a glass of scotch. Looking back, it was the only time you'd ever seen him drink something in moderation.

"You drink?" He asked, looking back at you.

"I could start," you shrug. And that was the first of many bad decisions you'd make in that hotel room. He grabs a second pint glass, but you weren't paying much attention to him as he clanked around, trying to pour you something that wouldn't make you gag.

He hands you the concoction and sits down beside you, his legs against yours. A little closer than normal, but you didn't think anything of it. Fidgeting anxiously, you began to drink whatever it was he gave you. It was new, being alone with him like that. Sure, you could hang out with him in groups but... just you and him? You tilted the glass back, letting the smooth and surprisingly digestible liquor flow down your throat until there was nothing left in your glass. This stuff was supposed kill anxiety, right? He eyes you up. Peculiarly, but not critically.

"Thirsty?"

"Yeah, you could say that." He would continue to fill your glass, and his own, for that matter, all night. He'd put on his Road House VHS tape somewhere in the middle. And you were watching it. You really were. But as the movie went on longer, you got closer. A fairly innocent movie night (the first of many) turned into a night full of regrets.

His hand was on your leg right before the first kiss happened, thumb drawing dizzying little circles on your thigh as he watched the movie. You're sure if you showed any signs of discomfort he would've stopped-- that fact gave you peace in the moment. But the last thing you wanted him to do was stop. So he didn't. And neither did you. It wasn't until later, when his lips were trailing down your jaw, hands pushing your dress up, and his own white t-shirt was somewhere on the floor next to you. That's when it came to a crashing halt. Removing his lips from your neck, he sighed.

"What is it?" You asked. The air between you two was intense, sensitive. One move and he'd be back on top of you, starting the cycle all over again.

"What about Minnesota?" He slides you off of his lap in one swift motion, but his hand was lingering on your hip.

"What about Brandon?"

"Come on, you've seen how he is around you. I don't want to get in the way of that, mess anything up."

"You're not messing anything up. If Brandon was interested he would've made a move already."

Cut to you, current day, girlfriend of the mentioned boy, "Hah... whoops."

"But either way... this is a bad idea, isn't it?" You sheepishly picked up the shirt from the floor and handed it back to him. "So," you cleared your throat, "Friends?"

"Yeah," he chuckled, fiddling with the shirt in his hand. The energy in the room was different then, awkward. Laughable. But friendly.

"And that was it," you finish, "We're friends. Kissing him now would be no different than kissing Donna or Kelly."

"You wouldn't have kissed him if you didn't like him!"

"I do like him. As a friend," you plead, "Bren, I've been supporting you guys since day one, I would never do something to hurt you." You search her eyes for something. A little bit of waivering, forgiveness, pity. Anything at this point. Stupid Amanda and her stupid skeleton game. Brenda avoids your gaze for a moment.

"And nothing's happened since then?" She chokes out. You see her shoulders rise and fall as she takes in a shaky breath.

"Nothing's happened since then."

She lets out a deep sigh, almost out of relief, but tears are still threatening to spill from her eyes "Okay... I guess I understand." As she says that, it's like every muscle in your body lets go of the stress it had been holding for the past few weeks. You really hate secrets.

"Uh, Bren... I have a confession to make," Kelly pipes up from the side of the room, "After you started going out with Dylan I tried to get a date with him." Oh shit.

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Chris Evans Imagine #3

warnings: angsty at first, fluffy at the end

authors note: my longest oneshot so far! i hope you like it, we are almost at 300 followers, so exciting!! thank you so much for all the love you gave to the second imagine, it made me so happy!

*Based on the song Don’t You Wanna Stay by Jason Aldean and Kelly Clarkson

“I should probably get going,” you whispered sitting up in the bed, sheets covering your naked body.

Don’t go, Chris wanted to say, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. He never could ask you to stay and you couldn’t ever ask him to stay either. That wasn’t part of the deal. At least not at first.

Whenever the time came for you to leave, you always told him you were about to head home and you would always hesitate before getting out of bed for a few minutes, hoping he would ask you to stay.

But he never did. So, you got up from the bed and got dressed. Both of you hating this moment, the moment when the other had to leave, but you would never tell the other because you didn’t want to ruin what you had.

You and Chris were friends, who met through mutual friends and working on movies and songs together. One night you both were hanging out and one thing and a few drinks lead to another and you two hooked up. Somehow from that one night, you two both decided on being in sort of a friends with benefits relationship.

Both of you were single and weren’t really looking for a serious relationship, so it worked out. You both got the companionship both of you desired without having to deal with everything that came from a relationship. You two just had one rule, the other person couldn’t stay the night whenever you two slept together.

However, as time went on, you found yourself falling for him. You knew you shouldn’t because he didn’t feel the same way about you. Except he did, he had fallen hard for you, but due to the circumstances of your little arrangement, he had yet to find the courage to tell you how he really felt about you.

Chris watched you as you got dressed. Part of you hoped he didn’t notice how you slowly put on your clothes one item at a time waiting for something that would never happen. But the other part of you wished that he did and he would ask you to stay.

He bit his lip as he forced himself not to open his mouth to say anything because he couldn’t trust what might come out of it.

Once your boots were on, you got up from the bed and grabbed your bag.

“So, uh… I guess I’ll talk to you later?” You asked.

“Yeah, we’ll talk later,” he nodded.

“Well, uh… bye then,” you said waving a bit.

His lips turned into a small smile as he waved back to you. You walked out of his room and his house before getting into your car. You looked at yourself in the rearview mirror of your car. Your hair was a mess and your lipstick stained the skin around your lips. Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized you couldn’t keep doing this. You couldn’t keep putting yourself through this anymore.

As soon as you left, Chris found himself getting up from his bed and went straight to the door. His hand was on the doorknob, but he didn’t turn it. He pressed his forehead against the cool surface of his front door. His heart told him to open the door and stop you. Tell you how he felt and bring you back inside and show you just how he feels about you, but his head, his head was telling him to just let you go.

That night, his head won.

**

“I don’t want to just make love, I wanna make love last,” you softly sang to yourself, thinking about making a new song out of this. “When you’re up this high, it’s a sad goodbye.”

You sighed reaching over to grab your drink and downing the remains of it. It had been two days since you last saw Chris and it was driving you insane, but it was your own fault. You hadn’t returned his calls or texts because you couldn’t face him right now. Your heart was still calling for him. Still aching for him, but didn’t have the courage to tell him how you felt.

So, you were avoiding him. You just needed some time to yourself, a few days to get your head and heart on the same page, and then you could go back to the little arrangement you two had like nothing ever happened. Except, would that really be enough for you.

There would be one day when he’d find someone to not only share his bed with but also his heart… and he’d end what you two had with one another. Would you honestly be able to handle seeing him with someone else… being with someone else? You could tell yourself you’d be fine all you wanted, but deep down you knew you’d be broken inside.

Broken because you both had made a promise to each other that what you two had was just for fun. You both were single and it was just casual. You were friends first and foremost, who on multiple occasions ended up naked in each other’s beds. That was it.

That was what you always told yourself. But it didn’t matter because you were without a doubt in love with him.

**

Chris gripped his phone as the other line went straight to your voicemail.

“Fuck!” He shouted throwing his phone onto the couch in his living room.

Chris was beyond frustrated with you. You hadn’t answered any of his phone calls or his text messages in the last few days. That was like you. You always answered, okay, but not everytime the first time, but you could always call back or respond to him within a few hours… but now he had yet to get anything.

What if… what if you were with someone else? What if he lost you because he was too fucking stubborn and scared to tell you how he really felt about you. He had brought dinner, your favorite, in hopes you’d stop by, but it remained on the table where it was now cold after sitting there, untouched for over two hours.

He swallowed the lump in his throat as he stared at the food containers. It was almost like they were mocking him, rubbing it in his face that you stood him up. That you were avoiding him. He couldn’t take anymore, so he grabbed the trash bin and shoved all of the food inside of it.

Except he didn’t stop there, everything in his house reminded him of you. Your perfume still lingered in the air. It didn’t matter how many candles he had lit, he still smelled you. God, he wanted you more than anything, but he fucked up.

He should have gone after you that night. He should have told you to get out of your car and come back inside. He should have made you breakfast the next morning and told you he was in love with you.

But he didn’t.

And it was too late.

**

Your phone rang once again. You stared at the name lighting up across the screen. It had been a week now. You had ghosted him for almost over a week, and he was still trying to contact you. You felt bad not talking to him, but it better for you if you didn’t. If you were going to get over these feelings for him, you just had to walk away for a bit.

But Chris being Chris, you knew it wouldn’t that easy. Once you did start talking to him again, he would ask you what happened. What was wrong, what he did wrong. And you’d have to lie… and keep lying to him, to yourself. All because you were afraid of a little heartbreak.

Was ignoring one of your best friends, someone you could always turn to, really working out for you? Not really. You hated not seeing him. Not hearing his voice. But you were scared.

You were scared of letting your heart win and finally telling him how you felt. Scared of opening yourself up to all of that again. You had yet to have a healthy, stable relationship and you don’t know if you could go through having another relationship fail, especially with him.

That’s why you agreed to have the arrangement because it meant you two had a relationship, without actually having the relationship. And now you wanted more, but you were too scared to want it enough to tell him how you felt.

And you weren’t strong enough to stay away from him any longer.

**

Chris was shocked to see your name come across the screen of his iPhone.

Sorry, been working in the studio all week. If you don’t mind, I’ll be there in 10. I’ll even bring a pizza and ice cream.

As long as you get double cheese, I don’t mind.

Chris typed his response and quickly went around cleaning up his room and the living room. There were a few more wine and beer bottles than necessary, so he made sure to get rid of those before you walked in. He knew you well enough that you weren’t just working on the script. You had always made time to talk to him, to see him, to be with him regardless of how late it was or how tired you were.

So, he had a feeling that tonight would be your last night together and he didn’t want to screw it up.

When the doorbell rang, he quickly went over to answer it. He took a deep breath before opening it and see you standing there, with a pizza box in one hand, and few pints of ice cream in a bag in the other.

“One large veggie pizza with extra cheese,” you smiled. “And one pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream and another of chocolate chip cookie dough.”

He laughed, “Hm, good choices, so I guess I can let you in then.”

“You better because one hand is burning and the other is about to freeze itself off,” you laughed.

“Here, let me take one of those,” he said grabbing the pizza and walking inside.

You followed him in and put the ice cream in the freezer for when you two were ready for it. Harry grabbed two plates and glasses from the cabinet and put you both two slices a piece of the plate before handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you said.

“Do you want water, wine, or soda?” He asked.

“Water’s fine,” you said.

He nodded pouring you both some water and walking over to the couch, where you both ate your pizza in silence.

Chris took a sip of his water and looked over at you. “You said you’ve been working in the studio? Have you been writing on a new song?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, it’s particularly almost finished,” you said.

“Do you mind if I hear what you have so far?” He asked.

“Uh, sure, but um when I say it’s unfinished I mean, it’s unfinished,” you said. “I only really have like one verse and a bit of the chorus and maybe a little bit of a bridge.”

“I don’t mind… maybe I could help you out a bit,” he added.

You took a deep breath and put your plate of half eaten pizza on the coffee table and grabbed your phone out of your pocket. You picked the notes app and cleared your throat.

“Let’s take it slow, I don’t wanna move to fast. I don’t wanna just make love, I wanna make love last. When you’re up this high, it’s a sad goodbye,” you sang softly.

“Don’t you wanna stay here a little while? Oh, you feel so perfect, baby. Yeah, you feel so perfect,” You paused.

“Um, see it’s really botched up right now,” you laughed. “I don’t know. it’s just uh… missing something that I can’t get out out right now.”

“I might have something… if you want to hear it,” he said.

“Okay,” you nodded. “I’m all ears.”

“I really hate to let this moment go. Touching your skin and your hair falling slow. When a goodbye kiss feels like this…” he sang.

“Don’t you wanna stay here a little while? Don’t you wanna hold each other tight? Don’t you wanna fall asleep with me tonight?” He added.

“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to add to the chorus.”

“No, no it’s great… it’s actually better than what I had,” you said. “What if I…hold on… let me write along.”

You quickly started writing down the lyrics he sang.

“How about this… Don’t you wanna stay here a little while? Don’t you wanna hold each other tight? Don’t you wanna fall asleep with me tonight? Don’t you wanna stay here a little while? We could make forever feel this way… Don’t wanna stay?” You sang.

“What if we arranged your verse first, then add in the chorus next. Then my verse, and continue with the same chorus… but maybe added a “Hey, yeah, oh yeeah,” to it makes it a little different,” you said. “And then has like a bridge, we can use the, oh, you feel so perfect, baby and lead into a softer version of the chorus before building it up.”

“I think that could work,” he nodded. “Except for the bridge part, instead of us singing it together, what if we did like an echo effect. Where I sing and then you follow it up or vice versa.”

“Oh, you feel so perfect, baby,” He sang.

“Yeah, you feel so perfect, baaby,” you sang after him.

He smiled,”Why don’t we try putting it all together.”

“I really hate to let this moment go…” he sang softly looking at you, starting the song.

“Don’t you wanna staaaay,” you sang ending the song once you pieced it all together.

You both finished singing and the air was filled with silence and tension. Chris looked over at you. Your arms were sat upon a couch pillow and you looked back up at him. He leaned in, closing the distance between the two of you, pressing his lips against yours.

Chris took the pillow away from you as he kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he deepened the kiss. His hands were at your waist before wrapping them around you. He picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. He took your shirt off, while you pulled his shirt up and over his head.

He walked you two back towards his bed, laying you on top of his mattress.

**

When it was over a few hours later, you both laid on the bed, side by side. Yet again you two were silent and you sighed. It was getting late, which meant it was time for you to leave.

“I should probably get going,” you whispered sitting up and throwing your legs over the edge of the mattress.

The hardwood floor was chilly as your feet touched the ground. You reached down for your clothes when you felt a hand grab your own. You froze. This never happened. Once the deed was done, you two didn’t touch the other. Hell, you hardly spoke afterward other your goodbyes and get home safe.

“You can stay… um.. if you want,” he whispered.

You turned around, looking at him. He was holding your hand and staring up at you.

“Are… are you sure?” You whispered.

Chris sat up and moved closer to where you were sitting. “Y/N… I can’t… we can’t keep doing this,” he whispered. “I hate when you leave… or when I leave your place. I hated not talking to you this past week and I hate… I hate what we have right now. I want more with you. This arrangement… it was never… it was never just about fucking for me and while I definitely enjoy it, I don’t want only that anymore.”

“It was never just about fucking for me either,” you whispered. “And I lied when I said I was busy this week… I was avoiding you because… because I realized I’m in love with you and I was scared to te-”

Chris pressed his lips against yours interrupting you the moment you said you were in love with him. After pulling away, he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I’m in love with you, too,” he whispered.

You smiled putting your hand on his shoulder and pressing your lips to his in a kiss. He laughed holding you close to him.

“Does this mean you’re going to stay?” He whispered.

You smiled nodding. Chris smiled laying back on the bed and pulling you into his arms. He kissed your forehead as he both held each other tight.

“Just so you know, I really enjoy pancakes for breakfast,” you giggled.

“Good to know,” he laughed.

You smiled pressing a kiss to his shoulder before closing your eyes and falling asleep.

[jmeelee]

Derek’s not sure what’s more alarming: that he never heard footsteps on the rickety, rusted-out fire escape, or that Stiles Stilinski is lurking in his bedroom in the middle of the night.

His eyes snap open, focusing with pinpoint precision on the intruder, who reaches long, slender fingers toward the vase of drooping daffodils on his nightstand.

“What are you doing?” Derek croaks as Stiles’ hand grazes a soft yellow petal.

He whips the wandering appendage back like he’s been burned, locking startled, bloodshot brown eyes on Derek’s prone form.

“I…” Stiles stops, glances around, eyes falling back to the small, wilting bouquet, the only spot of cheery color in the dark, sparse room. “Really, dude? Flowers? You realize a few blooms won’t cover up the fact that this loft is a shithole?”

Derek sits up, cotton sheet pooling around his waist. Stiles’ eyes rake down his bare chest, a phantom caress leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Did you break in just to insult my apartment?”

“Whoa, rude. Pot, meet kettle.” Stiles shrugs one shoulder. “Besides, your window was wide open. You’re lucky it was only me.”

Derek scrubs a hand down his face. He may not know Stiles well, but he can tell when he’s stalling. “Stiles, what do you want?”

Stiles continues as if Derek never spoke. “I never pictured you as a flower guy. Did a girlfriend give you these? My mom loved daffodils. There used to be a flower sale when I was in elementary school, right around Mother’s Day, and my dad would give me money to buy her a few. I always used the spare change to buy an extra ice cream at lunch. Hate to break it to you man, but fresh air isn’t going to do these suckers any good. They’re past their prime.”

He flicks a cup-shaped corona, spraying a fine sheen of pollen into the balmy night air, and Derek lets loose a low, menacing growl. Stiles’ outstretched hand trembles slightly with his quickening heartbeat, but one deep breath pulls a blanket of composure over his fear. He turns toward the window, shoulders slumped. “I couldn’t… I… Screw this. I’m leaving.”

A hand snaps out, encircling Stiles’ wrist before he can take a step. “What’s wrong?”

The question Derek should ask is what isn’t wrong. In the past few months they’ve faced off against a darach and a nogitsune. And before that, it was a kanima and a homicidal rouge alpha. They’ve all stared hell in the face, but Derek wagers none more so than Stiles. Weakened after his split from the fox demon, Stiles is a shadow of his former frantic self. Dark circles stain the translucent skin under his eyes, and his already-skinny frame is emaciated.

Stiles’ gaze sticks fast to the vase, steady beat of his heart thumping against the pad of Derek’s thumb. “I can’t sleep. I haven’t been sleeping since…” He looks toward Derek, blinking fast. “Everytime I close my eyes, I see Allison’s face.”

Derek speaks many languages, but they all fail him in the face of Stiles’ pain. So he waits for Stiles to inevitably fill the silence, poorly attempting to convey empathy via his eyebrows. His sisters, both living and dead, always told him the expression made him look constipated, but it’s all he knows.

“I can’t go to Scott with this,” Stiles continues, as Derek knew he would. “I don’t want to hurt him—hurt anyone—more than I already have. Lydia is grieving for Aiden, Danny misses Ethan and Jackson, and Malia is… complicated. My father is worried sick and the last thing I want to do is burden him with a crazy son. Again. I don’t…” He shudders on an inhale. “It was stupid to come here, but I have nowhere else to go.”

Silence stretches between them, woeful and taut. Derek wishes, for the hundredth time in a span of seconds, that he’d inherited his mother’s soft, soothing solace, or his father’s confident gestures of comfort. At the rogue thought of his dad, Derek waves toward the sagging daffodils.  

“My father was a florist.” Yeah, Derek sucks at this.

Stiles scrunches his nose. “Uh. Okay?”

He marches on. In for a penny, in for a pound. “It’s how he and my mother met. He was a human florist. Ran a shop outside of town. Floriography was his passion, and she’d heard about him, sought him out when her pack needed help with medicinal herbs. They fell in love and she turned him.”

Stiles is soaking up Derek’s tale like a dehydrated man in the desert, so he charges on. “My father had this book my mother gave him called Le Langage des Fleurs.” The French slides off Derek’s tongue like silk. “We used to read it together, but it burned up in the fire.” The with everything and everyone else remains loudly unspoken. “Daffodils symbolize rebirth and new beginnings.”

He slips from the bed, sheet falling to the floor. Thank goodness he wore boxers to bed. Gently, he moves aside the yellow flowers to reveal violet and crimson sweet pea. “These mean thankfulness. It’s a bouquet I arranged after Cora returned. There’s a bunch on her nightstand, too.”

Stiles delicately fingers the petals again. “Why are you telling me this?”

Growing up, his father had filled every room in the house with flowers. On the bad nights, when vivid nightmares rip him from sleep, he swears he can still smell petals burning. “Because, despite everything that’s happened, they help me,” Derek explains. “Flowers make me feel closer to my family, let me express what I’m feeling.”

“I have noticed you’re really bad at that, dude.”

Derek glares. “The point is, you’ve got to find what helps you.” Derek realizes he’s still loosely holding Stiles’ wrist, and quickly drops his hand. Luckily, the awkwardness is broken by the sudden loud complaint of Stiles’ empty stomach.

Stiles laughs, and Derek’s heart breaks a little when he realizes it’s been months since he’s heard the sound. He wraps it around himself like a garland. “Food would help,” Stiles declares.

Derek bends down, grabs a pair of sweatpants off the floor. Stiles mummers something about underwear models under his breath, and Derek flips him off over his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s raid the fridge. Cora just went grocery shopping.”

----------

“Derek. Care to explain why I found Stilinski in our pantry this morning, eating Nutella straight from the jar?” Cora crosses her arms over her chest, menacing despite her striped pajamas and bed head.

Derek scowls, bracing for a fight. “He’s struggling, Cora. He didn’t want to be alone, so I told him he could crash on the couch last night. I’ll buy you a new jar next time I’m at Costco.”

She hums, crossing her ankles on top of the coffee table, painted toes almost touching a vase of stargazer lilies. “This is going to be a thing, isn’t it?”

“No.” Derek nips the insinuation in the bud.

It totally becomes a thing.

———-

Derek stills when he enters his room and finds Stiles sitting cross-legged on his bed. He can feel his hackles instinctively rise at the invasion of his personal space, Stiles’ scent already seeping into the mattress. His gym bag thumps to the hardwood floor.

“What do these mean?” Stiles questions, pointing to the fresh purple and white flowers.

“Lavender has lots of meanings, but it’s a healing plant. People have used it for centuries; it calms you down and helps you sleep.” Derek points first to the purple florets on the long, skinny stem, then to the white flowers on the thick green stalks. “And Heather is for luck, protection and making wishes come true.”

“Heather,” Stiles whispers, small smile quickly overtaken by a frown carving deep lines around his generous mouth. He shakes his head like a wet dog, dislodging whatever morose memories have tried to take hold. “So, want to watch a movie or something?”

Derek whips off his white tank top and tosses it in the general direction of the hamper. Stiles’ eyes go wide. “Sure, but I’ve got to shower first. Here,” he chucks his cellphone into Stiles’ lap. “Order us some pizzas, I’m starving.” He heads for the door, speaking over his shoulder. “Get me ham and pineapple.”

“Gross dude!” Stiles yells at his retreating back.

———-

Week three brings horehound and azalea, and a trial run of Claudia Stilinski’s chocolate chip cookie recipe. Derek, Stiles and Cora eat twenty-four cookies between them.

Week four is gardenia, morning glory and blue salvia, and Cora’s thoughtful, “He’s better, more rested. He’s thriving. Don’t you think?”

———

“What was that book called? The one your dad read to you?” Stiles is contemplating camellia, eyebrows drawn.

“Le Langage des Fleurs. The Language of Flowers. He had a first edition from 1819, and handled it like he was holding a newborn.” Derek chuckles, remembering his father’s gentle hands, the memory crisp and sweet as an apple blossom in his mind. “He was ridiculous.”

Two weeks later Derek comes home to hydrangeas, the fading scent of Stiles, and a copy of Le Langage des Fleurs lying on his desk. He picks it up, runs a finger down the spine, and his father bursts into technicolor life before his eyes. It’s not a first edition, but to Derek, it’s priceless.

———

A war rages between Derek’s head and heart, as Stiles peacefully sleeps, belting out an occasional snore and drooling on Derek’s favorite pillow.

It’s your own damn bed. Get in.

You can’t. Not without his permission. Wake him up and tell him to get his ass to the couch.

It’s only sleeping. He won’t mind.

His father might be wondering where he is. Don’t worry the Sheriff or you’ll end up arrested. Again.

“Damnit,” Derek whispers, and crawls into bed, lying down next to Stiles on top of the blankets. As far as truces go, it’s pretty weak.

The movement, though careful, wakes Stiles, and he rolls toward Derek, blinking. “You’re warm,” Stiles mumbles. “Stay.”

Derek does.

_______

“I’m planning on visiting the cemetery Saturday morning,” Derek broaches. “I usually bring some flowers for the graves.” A pregnant pause. “I could gather some for you to take, if you want to come along.”

———

They stop first at Derek’s family plot, and Stiles helps him tend to the zinnias Derek planted around the graves when he first returned to Beacon Hills.

“Ready?” Derek squints in the bright morning light at Stiles’ shadowed face.

A sigh. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

Allison’s tombstone is shiny and summer-warm, and Stiles tenderly lays a spray of willow, asphodel lily and wormwood at the base. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. Tears track down Stiles’ cheeks, but he doesn’t swipe them away, letting them evaporate in the sun, leaving behind a tang of salt Derek can taste in the air. “I’m so sorry.”

An entirely different Stiles walks back to the Camaro, a familiar one. The effortless, supernatural confidence of the nogitsune and the quiet, sad stillness of grieving are shed with each step, a much-needed abscission. Rosy cheeks replace a pallid parlor, and fidgety fingers dance along the tops of headstones they pass. The return to normalcy rattles loose a content noise from Derek’s chest.

“What is it, big guy?”   

“You’re kind of like a flower, ya know,” Derek replies, before he can internally talk himself out of the confession.

The corners of Stiles’ mouth gradually rise. “If you mean I’m beautiful and smell fantastic, yes, I did know.”

Derek punches him lightly in the arm, and Stiles reels away with a dramatic flailing of limbs. “Some flowers come back year after year, after being buried under snow and ice, and they’re stronger than ever. Take a lotus, for example. It grows in the darkness and mud, but when it reaches the light…” Derek finishes his statement in reverent hush. “It becomes something exquisite.”

“So you’re saying I’m resilient?” Stiles playfully rubs the spot where Derek hit him, but his gaze is shy and tender. Derek refuses to cultivate the seeds that look plants inside his heart, desperately pruning the roots already wrapping around his ribs. “A rose grown in a concrete garden?”

“I’m saying you’re a weed and I can’t get rid of you.”

In slow motion, Stiles reaches out, twines their fingers together like creeping vines, and squeezes once. “I don’t think you want to get rid of me, Derek Hale.”

His mother raised him not to lie, so Derek keeps his mouth shut.

———

He’s roused by the creaking of his bedroom door and Stiles’ shuffling feet. They’d given him a key three weeks ago, when the midnight visits petered off and Stiles started knocking on the front door—in the daylight—like a normal person.

“What time is it?” Derek slurs, fumbling for his phone.

“Three a.m.,” Stiles whispers.

The return to nocturnal visits can’t mean anything good. Derek sits up. “Nightmares?”

Stiles stands at the foot of the bed, worrying the hem of his Lacrosse sweatshirt. “No,” he answers, voice husky. “I haven’t had a nightmare in weeks.”

“Okay. Good.” Stiles shuffles from foot to foot. “Is something… What do you need?” Honeysuckle, wisteria and coriander tickle Derek’s nose.

“You.”

Derek doesn’t hesitate, lifting up the sheets in invitation. “Come on in.”

“Yeah, no.” Stiles shakes his head, eyes bambi-wide. “See, I’m not looking for comfort tonight.”

Derek’s heartbeat trips over itself. He clears his throat, never lowering the blankets. “Well, you’re in luck. I’m shit at comfort anyway.”

“Liar liar, pants on fire,” Stiles whispers, and climbs into bed. Then, “Oh! Look at that. You’re not wearing any pants.”

———-

The doorbell rings at dinnertime, and Derek yells for Stiles to enter, but he remains planted on the hallway doormat, galloping heartbeat beckoning Derek like a siren song.

Derek slides the loft door along the track. “You can come in. You have a key for god’s s—”

The bouquet is bigger than Stiles’ head, bursting with red tulips and yarrow, jonquil and plumeria. Smack in the center is a monstrous sunflower.

“I read the book—well, an English version—before I gave it to you. I hope I didn’t screw this up.” He holds the flowers out to Derek.

Derek accepts them, cradling them to his chest. He plucks out a butter-yellow jonquil, gently offering it back to Stiles with his right hand.

To an outsider, Stiles’ rampant ramblings and Derek’s severe allergy to words would render them incompatible, but Stiles’ smile is so bright it could sustain an entire garden, and Derek knows they’re finally speaking the same language.

“I’m just as much of a mess as you are, Stiles,” Derek warns. “You need healthy soil to grow, and we’re both still healing. Maybe we’ll always be healing. Trees don’t bear fruit on demand.”

Stiles rubs at the back of his neck. “True. But, think about it. All we can do is create the best possible conditions, feed and water the right seeds. I trust nature to take care of the rest. But the parts we have control over? We’ll work on those together.”

Derek grins, and the future unfurls before them, full of potential. He steps back, and Stiles crosses the threshold.

“Together,” Derek agrees. Together.

[geekygoddesss]

The Boyfriend Tag [Michael Edition]

Summary: an unfiltered interview featuring Michael Clifford and his girlfriend. 

Words: 6k

“Hello, I am Michael Clifford, from the band 5 seconds of summer” He introduces himself once the camera starts rolling. 

 “and I am his girlfriend” I say right after him with a playful tone “you can call me (Y/n)” 

“and today we will be answering all of your questions” he keeps going, grabbing the Ipad that contained all of the questions and getting to business “Let’s do this”

Where and when did we first meet? 

“Funny enough” I start our answer with a shy smile almost being a little ashamed to answer at all “We met at his ex-girlfriend’s birthday party, like four years ago, maybe three” I shrugged, looking back at him hoping he would continue the story, because every time I got it started it was like stepping on a floor of lava. Touchy subject, of course. 

“Yeah, we meet at Crystal’s party, we were still together at that time” he said, catching my glance right away. He panicked for a second, looked back at the camera and made the number one possible assumption clear “Just for the record, I didn’t cheat on her and nothing big happened at any moment, in fact, we are all very good friends” he says, just putting it out there before anyone could jump into conclusions. 

“Crystal and I have been friends for a really long time” I explain a little “Our thing just kind of happened after he became single, It took us a long time to get together, but back to the story, that was the first time I saw you, at that party, I think. Because I have a theory I might have seen you in the past” I mention, really thinking about it, but I was never sure “I remember Crystal being like ‘hey meet this person’ and then we talked for a good while” I say, narrating what would be the very first time I ever talked to him, ever. 

“About Game of thrones” he says, totally breaking to laugh and passing that onto me because his laugh was really that contagious. 

I smile, thinking about the very first time we talked, we were in the zone and couldn’t seem to stop, we could just keep going without coming to an end, it was like a never-ending conversation that I was deeply enjoying. 

“You would be surprised about how much we can talk about Game of Thrones” I say, smiling to the camera and laughing at the memory. 

He nods before continuing the story.

 “Then I was dragged out of that, but I think that if I wasn’t pulled out of that day we could have gone for hours” he states, making some emphasis on that particular phrase. 

“I know, right?” I laugh, already getting excited but it was time to be a bit serious “Nothing against her though, she had you pull you out of that, I couldn’t keep you in a conversation for the rest of the party” I shrug  “It was really fun though! We meet a couple times after that, talked a little and then eventually we texted each other, it pretty much grew from there” I continued the story before he could finish for me. 

There was really nothing else to mention because our story never went as deep as that, we were friends and we liked texting each other, this is something that grew a lot with time, that was all. 

“Remember those weird ass memes I used to send?” he asks, looking at me sideways. I nod “They were gross, I’m sorry, baby”

I laugh, closing my eyes for a second and remembering those, because they were kind of nasty, but surely funny enough to have me laughing the whole time, I couldn’t whine about it. 

“What are you talking about?” I said shrugging “Gross it’s the new funny”

Where was our first date?

I smile to that question, it brought really good memories. 

“Coffee and dancing” I mention, raising my eyebrows up and down before breaking to laugh  “Not in the way you think”

“Definitely not” he laughs with me, shaking his head in agreement. 

There was really not much to say about that date if I was honest, it was a bit underwhelming but still fun enough to give it an honorable mention. 

“It was pretty much a completely “out of the blue” improvised date” I say, remembering how it all started and it marked a before and after in our relationship. 

He nods, crossing his arms over this chest as he said “I think that was my fault” he hissed dramatically “I wish I could have taken you somewhere more date like but here’s the story, I was at her place and we were watching a movie and having some coffee because she got this new coffee maker-” 

“With a shit ton of options” I mention, completely interrupting his story.

He smiles, chuckles at my answer and keeps going “-And we were basically premiering it and after watching the movie, talking for a little while we decided it was our first date” he finished, looking over at me and smiling “Then we started dancing”

“I had a Taylor Swift album and we were bored so, that’s the outcome” I chuckle “My apartment was boring at the time so, sue me, next question” I shrug, grabbing the iPad from his hand and moving on.

What was your first impression of me?

“To be honest, I thought you were with Calum” Michael answered, not even thinking about it first “it’s weird because the first time I ever saw you I didn’t have a first impression right away, I was just slightly offended that he didn’t tell me he was bringing someone” he explained directly to the camera  “but then I connected the dots and I guess my first impression was, wow...this girl knows game of thrones more than I know myself” he says, not handling himself and breaking into one big laughing mess. 

I do as well, it was kind of hilarious if I am honest. My ability to talk about things I love for hours was developing more and more everytime and I loved it. 

“Wow, I certainly didn’t know that” I said, trying to control my laughter and answering his previous statement  “Just for the record, I wasn’t with Calum, I meet him at a friend’s house and in that party, we started talking and he ordered something for me, but we are just friends” I explain, I understood why he might have been confused “He also picked some ice cream with me, Crystal always has Ice cream trucks on her birthday and we spent a good while in there” I said, looking at his side as I finished short story. 

“Oh my gosh, those are the fucking best” He says, humming at mention of ice cream, especially that ice cream. 

No one knew where they got them or who made them, but they were always so good, hands down the best ice cream in town. They were so good she had them around every year on her birthday and it was pure happiness in an ice cream truck, we love it. 

“We actually picked the flavours for that one, did you know?” he mentions in an enthusiastic tone as he looks over at me. My face grows surprised because I certainly did not know that.  “Which one did you have?” he asks. 

I hum, frowning a little as I do my best to remember and bring the memories to mind. “Rum caramel and chocolate swirl?” I say, not really knowing it was even right, it was so long ago, It was hard to remember. 

He nods his head and raises his hand “Give me five” he commands and I do it, pressing my palm to his as he joins our fingers together “I picked those, we’re connected” he teases, kissing the back of my hand. 

“I know, it’s insane” I giggle, squeezing his hand just a little and bringing it back to my lips to kiss the back of it just like he did. 

“What was your first impression of me?” he asks back because it was now my turn to answer the question.  

“Huh” I say, really thinking about it. I press my lips together and do my best to remember, because it was so long ago, it is a bit blurry “I remember thinking how funny you were and how you were the only person who got my geeky jokes, I was amazed” I say, going for the first thing that hit my mind after remembering that moment. 

He has always been hilarious and I do remember laughing a lot the first time I talked to him because certainly, not my people could even make a joke with some of the things I enjoy talking about. 

“I mean…” he nods, looking back at her camera and shrugging  “I get you, girl, let’s leave it at that” 

When did you meet my family?

“Just last week actually” he mentions with quite some enthusiasm “her family lives far so we managed to bring some of them to LA for the holidays, it was really fun, It was the first time I got to see them personally” he shrugs, glancing over at me for a couple seconds. 

“It was, indeed” I smile, leaning to the side to bump his shoulder with mine “I meet his family over the holidays years ago, it was Christmas and we went to Australia and that’s the story” I said shortly  “His mom me made the best chocolate chip cookies, oh my gosh” I continue as a bit of a fact, dramatically moaning at the reminder of her cookies “what a dream” 

He chuckled, bumping my shoulder back and looking straight at the camera “That’s how you get the girl” he said in a too serious tone “with dessert” 

Who said “I love you” first?

“I did” Michael answers raising his hand. 

“He did” I second it, pointing at him shortly. 

“It’s a long story but basically, although it took some time to get it out, I was the first one on doing it” he says with a now more serious tone, I smiled. “I'm a sentimental guy, I wanted to make sure I felt it before I said it” he explains, more to me than to the camera and people in front of us, it was adorable, but he didn’t need to tell me that, I knew it. 

“I said it right after and I was so sure of it” I smiled, grabbing his hand and squeezing it lightly. 

“Aw” he said with a smile, kissing the back of it. “I love you, baby” 

“I love you, dude”  I said back, kissing his cheek. 

Oh man, I was loving this interview, it was bringing out of Michael his sweetest self. 

What dressing do I always wear?

“Oh man” I groan loudly, throwing myself back as I leaned back on my chair “this question sucks because I would say your bracelets but you took them out last night, dammit” I say, hitting the table with my fist in one playful move. 

Michael smiles at me a teasing smile and looks down at his own wrist, that was now covered by nothing compared to what he had before, just one small black bracelet around it. 

“Yep” he says, looking down at it and spinning his only bracelet with one finger “End of an era, you’re going to have to pick another one”

 “I know” I say, looking at him on his entirety, from head to toe.  “I’m going to say your hat, which is now like glued to your head” I chuckle, reaching over to tap his head a bit before reaching out to take it off, but he is quicker and holds it down with his hand so I can’t steal it from him. “See?” I say to the camera, nudging him lightly. 

“Honestly, it is, I sleep with it and everything, right?” He teases me as he bumps his shoulder with mine softly  “Mine is easy though, you always wear these little guys” he starts his answer, lifting his fingers to touch my small gold earing “and the necklace” he says, moving his finger down to point at it directly.

“Yeah, I can’t take it off, ever” I say, reaching over to it myself and grabbing the figurine at the end on it “My mom gave it to me for good luck and it’s become my signature” I smile, letting everyone know a bit more  “You had it way easy” I say, glancing at him. He smiles and shrugs, before taking the IPad away from me and going to the next question.

Weird habit of each other?

That question didn’t really make anything come to mind, because I really have no clue on what to say. 

“Weird habit, huh?” I say, looking over at him and trying to think on something  “I don’t know, I don’t think you have any, You’re too perfect” I say in a teasing tone, reaching over with my hand and brushing away some of the hairs peeking out of his hat. 

He smiles to me, knowing that it wasn’t true because I really had zero things to say, so he doesn’t say anything else, he just goes to take my hand and joins our fingers together. 

“Thanks, babe” he says softly “I don’t know one either, the only thing I can think about is the way you click your tongue randomly” he says, looking over to me, almost looking for a reaction and repeating the way I tongue click sometimes. 

I couldn’t say that was a lie, I do that a lot. 

“Like this” I chuckle, before doing the tongue clicking “Yeah, that’s a bad habit” I say laughing a bit “I stopped doing that because of that movie, with the kid that called for the demon with that to tongue clicking” I say, faking a shiver to the reminder of that creepy movie. 

“Oof, that’s a heavy movie” He sighs, nodding in agreement. 

“I know!” I exclaim, almost too dramatically “I love it though, but damn” 

How long have we been together?

“Year and a half” He answers, way quicker than I expected. 

There is more of a complex answer than just that, It’s a fact. 

“A little more than a half, I’d say” complementing his answer just a little bit  “We were just friends for a long time, so if you count our friendship phase, it would be about two years, maybe three” I say, shrugging a bit as I lean back on my seat. 

“Yes” he says, his eyebrows raising in agreement “If you count our whole thing I don’t really know how long we have from being friends to friends who date, to boyfriend-girlfriend, it’s weird” he nervously chuckled, leaning forward to look at me. 

I smile a bit, look to the camera and say “It took a while to make it official” I start “I remember it being difficult because when you’re friends with the ex and he is also friends with her, things get awkward, so it was difficult to know when to take the next step and how to take it, that is mainly why it took us so long to speak up about it and make it a thing” I say, telling the story how it was, without any kind of filters, it was the whole truth. 

He nods to me, not being surprised nor annoyed that I was probably talking a little too much about the situation. I was telling nothing but about how it happened and I didn’t mind at all telling the world that we had a bit of a hard time revealing our thing to pretty much everyone.

“It’s funny, because we made a big deal about it though and it was actually not as bad as we thought” he continues for me, letting out a bit of a chuckle as he looked down  “I mean, we talked things out and it was just as easy as that, no hard feelings” he assures.

My eyebrows raise and I nod in agreement. “Thank god” I say, with a bit of a chuckle. 

Yes, thank god it went just as well as it did because I really wouldn't know how it would have been otherwise. 

What is the most public thing you’ve done together?

“This interview” Michael says, pointing at the camera directly and making me break in one fit of giggles. 

It was so true.

“Yep” I nod, chuckling softly “We’ve never really been the most private couple but we keep most things for ourselves” I say in a bit of an explanation pointing at the camera too “Except for now” 

He shakes his head softly as he chuckles “I think the way we keep our relationship it's just the right way to be public, I don’t think we should go any farther than we already go” he says looking back at me. 

“Me too, I’ve never been a fan of couples that show everything, it stresses me out” I cringe a little  “I’ve seen people showing so much that it kind of surprises me how they don’t show themselves doing their thing if you know what I’m saying... ” I say, looking at him suggestively and raising my eyebrows in one quirky look. 

He smiles to me, presses his lips together and looks back at the camera to let out one clear word that I could not get myself to say. 

 “*@#-!!!” He said, with all the calm in the world and making me freak out. 

I hope they bleeped that out, it was so inappropriate. 

“Dude!” I exclaim right away, reaching to him and slapping his shoulder hard “You can’t swear in here, Michael, they told you twice now” I say, not helping myself but breaking to laugh, covering my face to hide my blushing cheeks and looking away from my boyfriend, who clearly didn’t feel like keeping his language friendly.

“Sorry, I had to” he said excusing himself  “Sorry, guys” he apologized 

I sighed dramatically, looked at him as I shake my head glancing his way “What am I going to do with you?”

First thing you noticed about me?

“I thought your face tattoo was pretty cool” He says, looking over at me and pointing at the top of his brow, where my tattoo was the day I met him. 

“Aw, really?” I say, completely surprised by his answer “It was fake though, Looked super real, my friend gave it to me and said I should test it and then considered it, as in eventually actually getting one” I say as a fun fact about that day, I never got a face tattoo after that. 

“I think you would pull those off really well” he says in a completely confident tone. 

I pressed my lips together. “We’ll see” I shrug, not really paying attention to diving in more into that but instead figuring out my own answer “Uh, let’s see…” I say, looking up trying to think of something “I think the first thing I noticed about you was your style, I really liked it, also how tall you were, I felt really awkward that day” I say, chuckling at my own answer since it was really the first thing that crossed my mind. 

“Awkward? Why?” he smiled, scrunching his nose just a little. He looked adorable. 

“I mean, you come and stand beside me being twice my size and then Crystal at my other side, wow, it was quite funny if I’m honest but I felt so small” I say, a bit ashamed of the words that came out of my mouth but it was true, that say I felt like the smallest person in the room. 

“Okay, you’re not that small, we both are pretty average but I’ll give you that one, Crystal is pretty tall and we were literally surrounding you” He says, laughing a little and touching my shoulder in support. 

“It’s alright, all of my friends are tall and your band also is super tall” I shrug, not really caring at all. 

His eyes narrow. He looks at me, then looks at the camera and mumbles “Average”

He will never accept his height out loud. 

Tell us a fun fact about you

We both stay quiet for one full minute, trying to think of an appropriate fact. It surprises me when Michael is the one to take the lead on this one when he was usually the one who would usually struggle to think about this kind of stuff, but this time is different, he moves forward and answers.

“We were birth on the same day” he says as our fun fact. It was actually so weird. 

“Oh Yeah!” I say totally surprised that he went for that one. “Well, different year but same day, it’s pretty interesting” I say with enthusiasm “It’s funny because people thought we wouldn’t stand each other because we’re both Scorpios” I say, rolling my eyes. 

“Lies” he states, shaking his head “I mean, we have our disagreements but we get along really well” 

“Like it should be” I nod energetically “I’m a fake Scorpio though, you have everything to be a Scorpio and I only have a couple, I’m pretty shy to get started” I chuckle, not really caring about that fact. 

“But I think we’re famous for being heavy in temperament and stuff, I think if you get us both in the right mood you’ll definitely see that”  he says, laughing at his own statement before shaking his head and getting back to business  “Anyways” 

“Anyways” I repeat, shrugging “We’re birthday twins, next question” 

What’s the biggest thing you’ve done for each other?

“Valentine's day, period” Michael says in a very decisive tone “It was by far the biggest gift I’ve given her, I think” he says “We went to Mexico, spend a week there, it was really awesome, I had one hell of a time there” he admits, looking over at me and waiting for my answer. 

“Oh that was the best valentine's day in the history” I say smiling “The biggest thing I have done for you by far was your birthday party, hands down, I have never stressed so much over a gift and I am happy that the outcome turned out good” I say, barely really thinking about my answer, because it was the only thing I could think about at the moment. 

Remembering that day brought out heavy memories with good outcomes. It was here where I realized I have never organized anything bigger than this and it was really a story worth telling. 

“Should I tell the story? I never told you, I think” I say, really thinking about it as I look over at him. 

His lips are pressed together and he nods “Yeah, I wanna know, please” he says, leaning over and getting all his attention to me. 

I smile, clear my throat a little and proceed to tell the story “Well, our birthday was coming and our friends wanted to do some really big birthday party for us and naturally we accepted, we let them plan everything but I still wanted to get Michael something, right?” I say, trying to introduce the story in the best way “So basically I wanted something big that he would remember and have fun with and I talked to a couple people and decided I was going to do the impossible and bring Green day to play a show on our birthday” I reveal and his mouth completely widens, I nod and before he can speak I keep going “I knew someone and I had them booked for that day for specifically a thirty minute show and the night before they told me they couldn’t come, it was a disaster” I continue, giving a plot twist to the whole story. 

He’s still completely speechless. 

“Wow” he says in disbelief before I could keep going “I just want to say, either way, I wouldn’t have minded if you couldn’t bring them, I don’t mind” he said in support. 

“No but see, it was our first birthday, I wanted to” I speak in sincerity “I had to ring Crystal at like 10 that night just to figure out what to do because I had nothing, not even an idea,  I made an excuse and everything and we spend the whole night trying to organize your birthday present, she even bought me a cupcake at midnight because she felt bad I was so stressed at my birthday” I say, chuckling at my own memory of an all nighters I won’t ever forget “I was eating my birthday cupcake and crying and she was like “it’s fine, it’s fine” but I was breaking down, it was not fine” I say, already wrapping on the story with a whole lot of laughing, because it was such a crazy story. 

“I didn’t know that” Michael says very amazed, not finding the right words to express himself, instead, he points at me and says “See, that is team Clifford teaming up for the man, right there” he jokes, making me break in a whole bunch of giggling. 

“Literally” I say, shaking my head as I try to keep going “Anyways, uh, we ended up booking a karaoke and after one nervous breakdown, She ended up contacting this person who knew this band and said they were really good and they did us the biggest favor and they played the show, I’m actually really happy about that because they were just so good, their name is the Winnetka Bowling league” I say with the biggest smile ever “I loved it, honestly that was one hell of a birthday” I speak, very proud of what a good memory it has become and being happy I can say this out loud. 

I barely notice Michael is staring at me intensively, wide eyes and mouth half open, almost seeming completely started by my story. 

“What?” I ask innocently. 

“Nothing, I’m just amazed, wow” he says, still not believing it at all, he was completely amazed “You almost bring Green day for my birthday?”

I smile and shrug “Almost” 

He smile, laughs at how much this was a big deal and moves over to me “Baby” he says with certain adoring tone in his voice “Oh baby” he repeats, moving over and kissing my forehead as he pressed me in a hug “See what I like you?” He laughs, kissing me again. 

“Okay” I chuckle, looking up so he pecks my lips once “next question” I say and we continue. 

Tell us a secret

Now that was certainly a difficult question to answer. One more time, we stay quiet and glance at each other with a funny smile on our faces; I have no clue on what to say, but I can give it a guess and hope it is enough. 

“It wouldn’t be a secret if we tell you” I start in a very mysterious voice, looking over at the camera and mumbling “but” I continue “Sometimes we like to have this late night drinking sessions, where we get really drunk and go on this live chats people have about the band, just to see what they say” I reveal, trying to act like it was a big deal and smiling very widely to the camera. “It’s interesting how many people go in there” I say, excusing our actions.

“It’s also interesting how many people discuss my life behind my back” Michael corrects as a chuckle leaves his lips “but really, it’s hilarious‍‍‍‍”

Favorite feature about each other?

He spins his chair just a little to look over at me and I do the same, so I could give a good answer to the public. 

“My favorite feature of you it's probably, your hair” He speaks first, guiding his eyes up to look at it  “I love it because you've never touched it and it just does its own thing, looks beautiful all the time” he admits, reaching out to caress a strand of it “Also the color is like…” he starts, but can’t seem to find the words.

“Weird” I complete for him and he nods “But here’s what’s weirder, it’s my natural color” I chuckle, touching one of the strands myself “I don’t think I’ll ever change it” 

“And you shouldn’t, I think it is beautiful” he says, reaching over and caressing my cheek.

“aw thanks” I say, controlling myself to not blush, but that was sort of difficult. “my favorite feature about you is your smile I say, revealing my answer “it’s not perfect but it fits you really well and when I see it becomes very contagious, it makes me smile and yeah” I say, not knowing what else to say and also completely blushing in the process “I just love seeing you happy” I shrug. 

He pouts for a second as he looks over at me finishing my answer. Not helping himself but smile and stand up of his seat. 

“Awww” he says, smiling “Come here” he said in one weird voice, smiling widely and hugging me tight to his body. I chuckle and put both of my arms around him, I just love the way this kind of closeness felt like. 

What do we argue about the most?

“I think by far our number one fight without a question it's probably why the hell I touch Calum’s face so much” I speak right away after I have read that question out loud. 

I think there was really no other answer we could give out because we didn’t really argue on a regular basis and when we did it would always involve something completely dumb, like this one situation, it was not a big deal and yet we would always find a way to have a small and playful argument about, it was interesting. 

“Honestly” Michael sighs after hearing my answer “It’s like her hands have a magnet, I can’t turn around for five seconds without having her touch my best friends face” 

“It’s just so soft” I excuse myself, breaking in a bunch of giggles as I lean over and pinch his cheek softly, almost imitating the thing I always did with Calum. 

It is needless to say that Calum and I have always been good friends. That’s the reason why I state my answer, we are both looking at the direction right behind of the camera and where Calum was standing along with a whole crew of people and some of the band, we wanted to see his reaction, he wasn’t mad at all, instead I could see he thought this was funny; he was looking at us with a smile that indicated us he was clearly containing a laugh, and shaking his head. 

“Why do you bring me into this?” he said, not moving from his spot and keeping that awkard smile on his face.

I click my tongue playfully and look over at him “I only state the facts” I say in a sassy tone “He’s got some voluptuous cheeks and I can’t help myself” I shrug, acting like it was not a big deal at all. 

“You and I are going to have some trouble” Michael said, not being serious at all as he pointed at Calum. 

Calum nodded, pressed his lips together and acted like he didn’t care at all, like the rebel one of the bunch. “I just have that power over the ladies you know?” he says in a monotone voice. “I am adorable outside and a beast on the inside”

“Oh my gosh!” I exclaim right after that, not helping but laughing out loud to that statement. 

Michael laughs too, it was pretty funny to not recognize it. He just didn’t know how to answer back because I see he is trying to come up with something and he is just not able too, he is laughing his ass up. 

“Yeah, right” Michael rolled his eyes once his laughter has slowed down “I am sorry for the interruption, we can keep going now”

Nicknames for each other?

Once again, we don’t really know what to say for this particular question, because it really takes us about a full minute to finally speak up about something, even when it is kind of an easy one that we should be able to answer faster. 

“I don’t think we go that far from the regular nicknames” He says after a moment of silence “I can’t think of one” he admits, biting his bottom lip as he really thinks about it. 

“I know one but you’re going to hate it” I admit, biting my lip as well and looking over at him. he nods, giving me permission to speak up. “I call him Mike-o-wave when I am feeling extra annoying or when it is necessary” I admit to the camera, shrugging as I go, this was the worst answer on the history but I had to say it. 

“Oh man” he whines, covering his face in embarrassment “Once I got that name it’s never going away” he sighed, shaking his head a bunch of times “This is just why we shouldn’t have ever let people decide on what to do for Don’t Stop” he laughs, being a bit exaggerated but also speaking the truth. 

“I am not going to say that isn’t true” I shrug, laughing as well “If anything, if you come up with a name I won’t mind because I have mine and it works wonder” I smile, looking over at him and gaining myself a bit of a glance from his part. 

“Mimimi” he mocks me, reaching over at me and pinching my arm. 

“Ouch!” I laughed and whined, moving to the side to evict his hand “A*&****, that hurt” I whined, pinching him back and gaining the same whine from him. 

“Sorry!” he laughed, even when he wasn’t really sorry “Don’t call me Mike-o-wave, though, it’s weird”

What's something you are thankful for?

Just by reading over the question once we know this one was completely different to the rest, because it was the last one and it was only meant for one thing, to have a heart to heart moment, not only for the public but for ourselves. So we give the people what they want. 

We turn our sits so we can face each other, hold hands and proceed to answer.

“I am thankful for getting the amazing opportunity of having someone who gets me the way she does” He speaks in now a softer and sincere voice “I have been in a couple relationships in the past and even when some were good and others weren’t, I am thankful that this time I feel like I finally… belong” He says, having a bit of a hard time getting the right words out, but he does and he is perfect. 

I don’t need a long answer, just an answer and I feel really good about it. 

“I am thankful that after so long I finally get the chance to share my life with someone” I say, now giving my part of the answer “Unlike you, I have never been in a relationship, a real one, before and going into this was a big step for me, it took some time to assimilate but we got here and I couldn’t be happier” I continue, feeling my eyes water just a little from saying such true words “You’re the best man I know, I love you so much” I smile, my voice turning softer and my hands squeezing his softly. 

“I love you a lot” he says, now growing a smile as he pulls me forward and wraps me in a hug, not before pressing a short kiss to my lips. 

I answer to that kiss faster than ever, peeking his lips not once but twice and hugging myself to him. I needed this, it always felt so good. 

 “It’s a wrap!” Michael celebrated, raising one arm in the air dramatically as he pressed me up to him. 

I laugh and kiss his cheek. Yes, it was a wrap! and what a wrap, because this interview was such a weird thing to do but at the same time, I had a lot of fun with it, and I would do it a thousand times again if it is by his side.