#yesterday i said 'im sleepies' in a normal conversation

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Into The Unknown, Part 8

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Marinette had never thought that living in another world would be this hard.

Sure, she had known that she would have issues when it came to the whole ‘she wasn’t technically supposed to be here and therefore needed a new identity’ thing. That was kind of obvious. The story they’d come up with had been simple enough -- she had grown up in Gotham with her parents, was highschool sweethearts with Tim, they had gotten married, he’d moved in with her, and her parents had died so she’d gotten custody of Damian. She was pretty sure Tim had a tragic backstory, but she didn’t really have that memorized yet. She wasn’t all that worried about it, though, she spent quite a lot of time dodging answering questions about her private life as Ladybug. Marinette probably wouldn’t even need to memorize his backstory (she would, of course, because she was nothing if not an overachiever, but she was well aware of the fact that it wasn’t quite necessary).

But, no, it was the small things that made it difficult.

Like affection.

Marinette was Parisian, she was used to greeting people with kisses on both cheeks. Hugs were something reserved for people you were close to.

But, no, Americans just insisted on being backward in everything that they do. And, supposedly, Marinette was American. She could get away with her accent because Gotham had a bunch of different people and it was easy to claim she came from the French part of town, but when it came to customs? No, she had to at least try and act like someone who had lived in America for her entire life.

So, when she was greeted with a hug from the most affectionate of her fellow interns, Marinette suppressed a cringe and patted her on the back awkwardly.

“Hi, Paige,” she said.

Paige beamed. “Ready for work?”

Marinette squinted up at the building. The WE in this universe was even taller than in her usual one.

… or maybe it just looked like that because she dreaded going inside. Ugh. Being an intern was going to suck.

“No.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”

“Thanks…”

But, despite Paige’s assurances, it did not go fine.

And it wasn’t even the job thing that wasn’t going well. That, at least, she could handle. No, it was this world’s meme culture that sent her spiraling.

She’d been holding exactly nine cups of coffee, seven mugs of tea, and one energy drink can. Marinette didn’t know if it was her time working in a bakery or some sort of latent Ladybug skills or what but it wasn’t even all that difficult to hold them all.

Paige raised her eyebrows at her, looking vaguely concerned. “Do you need help?” She asked, hands already out as if expecting her to say yes.

Marinette cracked a grin. “No. I’m fine. It’s not even that hard. I could probably carry another two drinks, even.”

“Freaky flexing, but fine.”

“... the fuck did you just say to me?”

~

Tim hummed lightly as he bounced on the balls of his feet, baby sleeping soundly on his shoulder. Marinette fumbled the keys to their new apartment, mumbling curses.

She’d outright told him that she didn’t really care, that she’d lived above a bakery for most of her life so it wasn’t like she would mind as long as the place had counter space…

So why was he nervous?

He felt the tiny hand in his shirt grip him tighter and he looked down. Damian was still fast asleep, sucking on his pacifier peacefully. Tim wondered, idly, how that worked. Was it a reflex that humans lose as they age like the grasping reflex or was it a learned behavior that went away when it wasn’t reinforced anymore?

Marinette managed to open the door, her cheeks tinged red at how difficult it had been, and she swung it open.

He stopped bobbing up and down to watch her face.

But she just shrugged to herself and bent down to grab the box she’d brought up.

He tried not to look too relieved as he followed her inside and watched her set the box down on the kitchen island.

She glanced back at him. “I call cleaning and setting up the apartment!” She said brightly.

“Okay…?” He said, confused as to why she was so excited to clean up…

But then Damian started to stir.

Oh. If she had cleanup duty… then he had…

Baby duty.

Oh.

Oh no.

“Shit, Mari, wait --!”

“Too late! You already said okay!” She said, already heading to the door.

Damian spat out his pacifier and took that one long, deep breath he always took before he was about to scream.

“Mari!”

She stuck her tongue out at him and disappeared around the doorframe just as the baby started to cry.

Tim heaved a sigh and pressed a kiss to the top of the kid’s head. The wailing quieted a little, but didn’t stop. Tim would take it, he hadn’t even been expecting Damian to quiet himself. This was an absolute win in his book.

He glanced at the box that had been brought up but, unfortunately, they hadn’t had enough foresight to bring the baby supplies.

He poked his head out the door and yelled for Marinette to bring up the box with the baby stuff first. She yelled ‘fuck you’ in response but when she came back she handed him the box regardless.

He smiled -- or, at least, he smiled as much as it was possible to smile when a baby was screaming at you -- and went to work figuring out what was wrong.

~

There was good news and bad news.

Good news was that Damian was starting to learn that crying was okay.

Bad news was that Damian was starting to learn that crying was okay.

And, listen, Marinette obviously preferred that. She wanted to know when the kid was hurt or hungry or even just craving affection… but ugh.

She twisted around in the bed to squint at the clock.

Three o’clock. Great.

She groaned softly and buried her face in Damian’s hair again. “Dami, please, I have work tomorrow. Shhhhhhhhh,” she pleaded. As if she didn’t have to go to work every day.

Damian, of course, didn’t stop crying.

Marinette thought she was going to cry.

Tim pulled his arm from around them so he could cover his ears with his pillow.

She reluctantly sat up. Damian banged his little fists against her shoulder in an attempt to tell her… something. Probably that he wasn’t happy. As if the entire apartment complex couldn’t hear just how unhappy he was.

She changed his diaper and then got him Cow. Hopefully that would sate him for the rest of the night.

She clambered back into bed and sent Tim a weak smile when he wrapped an arm around them.

She scooted toward him, because Damian was reaching for him and his eyes were closed, and tucked her head under his chin. He tensed just slightly before relaxing and tangling his legs with hers.

Damian seemed to like being cocooned between them, because he made a vague happy sound and settled down to sleep without much (more) fussing.

Tim hummed lightly. His voice was terrible, but it seemed to calm Damian so Marinette wasn’t about to complain.

It took a while for Damian to go back to sleep but, eventually, he did. Unfortunately, he fell asleep while biting the crinkly ears of his plush and it was hard to sleep with the steady crkcrkcrkcrk sound right next to her.

From the way Tim’s breathing had yet to slow, he wasn’t asleep either.

Well, at least that was something to do.

“I’m beginning to think the reason babies are so cute is that otherwise we would kill them,” she joked, her voice soft so as not to wake the kid again.

Not that it would matter all that much. She could, unfortunately, not see herself going back to sleep before her alarm went off.

He chuckled and nodded as much as he could with her head beneath his. “Right? I just want one night of good sleep --.”

He stopped suddenly.

She drew back a little to check that he was fine, only to see him looking mildly horrified.

“We need to go back home soon. I’m going to get used to sleeping like a normal person. I can’t do that,” he said.

She grinned. “Oh no. The horror.”

“No, you don’t get it. If I do that then I’ll be giving into my family’s wishes. I can’t let them think they’re right about something!”

She giggled, shaking her head. “Here, I’ll make it easier for you: I don’t want you to sleep. As Dami and I are your only family -- legally -- for the next fifteen years, you must not do what we want. Therefore, you have to sleep.”

“Ah. Reverse psychology.”

“Well, I am a psych major.” Some of the amusement faded. “Was a psych major.”

“... really?”

“Yeah. I dunno. I’d figured it was the closest I could get to being Ladybug again.”

“You’re still Ladybug.”

She shrugged just slightly. “Yeah. I dunno,” she said again. She tried for a grin. “Doesn’t feel the same when there’s no emotional terrorism involved.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to do the same thing over and over again for a million years.”

“There’s some comfort in things staying the same.”

“Oh? Maybe we should trade.”

“That’s an amazing plan that I see no problems with. You get to go around beating up the Meta Of The Week and I’ll stay in Gotham dealing with all the idiots in spandex.”

“Are we switching outfits, too?”

“Oh yeah. Obviously. Gotta commit to the whole ‘switching’ thing. I bet I’ll look cuter in your outfit, too.”

“Ah, yes, because cuteness is the most important part of vigilante costumes.”

“We end up in papers all the time, being cute is totally important.”

He chuckled lightly and she felt the arm around her give her a tiny squeeze. She buried her face in his chest.

“You should try and sleep.”

“Hypocrite,” she teased, but she could already feel her eyelids drooping.

He hummed. She thought that, maybe, it didn’t sound so bad as to make him stop.

~

Tim had been in the middle of bathing Damian as he always did before bed when he’d accidentally splashed water on his face.

Perfectly fine and normal.

What wasn’t perfectly fine and normal was that the baby responded by saying: “Oh shit!”

Tim’s eyes narrowed.

“MARINETTE,” he yelled.

Marinette was there in seconds. There was some kind of green paste on her face. She’d been in the middle of her usual skincare routine. He thought it was kind of weird that near-immortals needed skincare routines but that wasn’t the point here.

She looked around frantically. “What?! What’s wrong?!”

“Damian just said sh --... he said the s-word.”

Marinette relaxed at that and sent Tim a glare. “Don’t blame this one on me. You’re the one that says that.”

Tim frowned. Because, now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure she was right.

“Now, if he’d said ‘fuck’, that would have been on me, but he didn’t, so --.”

“FUCK,” Damian said brightly.

Tim glared at Marinette again, this time rightfully so.

She looked a little sheepish. “... okay, yeah, that one’s on me.”

~~~~~

Next

@nathleigh @peachmuses @unoriginalmess @hammalammadamdam @astrynyx @laurcad123 @927roses-and-stuff

[kittydcoxx]

Stay with Me.

KAEYA X READER.

Warnings: light angst/heartbreak but nothing bad (happy ending)

The tavern was as crowded as usual, and by that meaning almost completely baren for a rainy Wednesday afternoon. As you order a apple cider from Charles, the tavern door bell rings and you instinctively turn to check.

"Ah~ it is pouring out, I need a drink to combat the dissapointment of getting my fur cape wet."

Kaeya. Of course he wasnt the last person you'd expect to see open the tavern doors, he just wasnt much of a "afternoon delight" type drinker. Still, you stare as he tries to cooly swipe off the wet rain from his uniform as he walks towards the counter and takes a seat next to you.

"Well, well! Good afternoon y/n! What a suprise to see a beauty such as yourself here at this hour."

He raises an eyebrow and smirks as he turns to look straight ahead and run his fingers through his hair, not allowing time for you to respond before he has a drink in his hand.

"Afternoon Captain,"

You face him and smirk with the same intensity of flirty-ness as he just had.

"Of course you would be surprised to see me at this hour, you usually drink yourself to sleep before i order a evening drink."

You chuckle and look straight ahead and take a swig of your beverage, the confidence of your little witty come back replays as the cider burns your throat.

"Oh ho, well thats quite the attitude! I must ask, whats the purpose of this?"

"Hmm?"

"The occasion? I've never seen you drink three days in a row, I've been sober enough to pay attention to that."

The truth is, the last few days you've been at a bit of a crossroads. You know you and the Cavalry Captain share feelings, but you have a job offer in Natlan. This job is a dream to you, ever since you were a child. You could never dream of passing this opportunity, but you question if this possible romance could be the first significant one. You've been meaning to bring it up to him, but recently you just havent seen enough of him to bring up the subject. As a result, you turned to the more than occassional drink at the tavern to brighten your mood from the decision that faces you.

"Well then if you're interested, it actually... might concern you."

Your face is flushed red due to nerves, of course it doesnt directly concern him since nothing astronomical has occured in order to absolutely weigh your decision based on a man, but you didnt want to leave without warning.

"I see, well, we haven't..." His cheeks grow the slightest bit red as his eyes skip to look around then back at you.

"we haven't progressed to that yet, have we? I mean, you're not pregnant are you?"

"What?!" You're taken aback by the direct-ness of his statement, about the fact that he thought it could even have been a possibility. Was it confirming your suspicions of him returning feelings? "No, i- its not that! That is out of the question completely!" You yelp as you shake your hands as a frantic meaning of saying "Absolutely no way".

"Of course! of course.. i just figured i'd ask in case, but i guess drinking for a few days regularly isnt particularly healthy for a baby."

You roll your eyes and take another swig. Oh boy.

"It's actually more of an advice thing, i suppose."

"Ah~ well! lets discuss then, hm!" He happily takes a sip of his wine, his face surprisingly relieved.

"So? What do you need the great Master Kaeya's guidance on?" He smiles and giggles slightly.

"Actually, I'd like to take this outside."

"But its raining cats and-"

"Outside. please."

Your tone picks up more aggresively and he gets the memo. He takes one more sip of his beverage and you do the same with yours. You pay Charles and meet Kaeya right at the door.

"Get ready for the rain, sweetheart"

Your heart jumps as he grabs your wrist and swings open the door, pulling you with him down the street, stopping at a small archway behind a building, big enough to comfortably converse without being cramped or drenched.

"Now, where were we?"

"right.. well.." You look down and fidget with your thumbs, only to look back up at him and see him gazing into your eyes, examining your soul and what felt like your heart. Did he already know? It sure felt like it.

"I have a big decision to make, but i want to ask you before i come to a concrete decision."

He nods as a sign to continue talking, acknkowledging his position in helping you decide.

"I might have to move away. To natlan more specifically. I've recieved a dream~ job offer that i simply cant refuse, unless i was faced with new circumstances here in Mondstadt."

"Hm, And how do i play a role in this?" He asks as he folds his arms and leans back against the stone wall.

You explain to him his part, and he lets you talk until you are completely finished. you tell him your feelings, your worries, your doubts, and your hopes. Every single one that included him in the package. He looks at you sternly the whole time, but he looks hurt at the same time and you wonder why.

"Well, i honestly dont know what to say to this y/n. You know i cant leave Mondstadt if we were to persue eachother."

"I know."

"Then why bother telling me? Why not just leave, hm? Before damage could be done? before you told me all this, confirmed my hopes in our relationship but crushed it with the fact that you 'might' leave? You should have just spared me and left!"

He looks emotional and teary eyed, much more that you're used to seeing from a man who held such a cool composure 24/7. Have you hurt him that much? Does he hate you?

"I can always stay if you wan-"

"No. Its your dream job, and you shouldnt pass it off. I just cant promise that i'll wait for you."

He steps closer to you, inches from your face. His breath is warm and it contrasts with the cold rainy air. He slowly takes your hand and hold it in his, then lands a soft passionate kiss onto your lips. A few seconds of the kiss pass and he breaks for air and looks at you, making strong magnetic eye contact with you.

"Y/n, I can't wait for you."

"You dont have to. I can stay."

He runs his hands up your arms and grips firmly onto your shoulders and kisses you again, and when he pulls back he lets out a heavy sigh.

"There's no staying, just be safe. Please."

Your throat swells like a rock is stuck and your eyes burn hot along with your ears. You cant muster any words, you just stand there maintaining a sorrow eye contact for a few seconds.

As you both stare in silence, he slowly lets go of you, and as soon as his hands depart from yours, he turns and walks out and into the road. The further he walks and fades from your vision, the further you slide down the wall until your behind hits the wet floor as you curl up to your knees. Hard, Hot tears stream steadily down your cheeks as you hide your head in your knees, sobbing hard yet silently. Your heart aches and your stomach churns.

You want to run and look for him, grab him by the waist and embrace him in a hug from behind as you cry against his back, but he has already erased you from his plethora of memories as he sulks in his room with a drink. The night is weary and so are you. You walk home, replaying the scene in your mind over and over, and the instant you step into your home, you fall to your knees and sob once more.

You dont even close the door behind you. You cant do anything but cry, you had no idea you felt so strongly for Kaeya, but you had to put it all behind you.

He probably had.

What feels like an hour or two goes by and you barely made it to the couch, where you lay sprawled out, half on the couch and half not as you stare into empty space, thinking of nothing but everything at once. Why did his mood snap so quickly? Why did he cut you off? Was it self defense? What could he gain by pushing you away? You had no clue, but you didn't want to dwell on it and start crying again, so you just lay there trying to fall asleep.

Suddenly, a warm, slender hand grazes your back and rubs up and down softly.

"I'm sorry."

You jolt a little, but you dont get up immediately.

"How long have you been like this? Its almost night again y/n. Have you gotten up at all!? Your door was wide open, I was worried."

No response from you as you try to analyze the voice. It sounds like Kaeya, but you had remind yourself that he wanted nothing to do with you.

The man sighs and walks away. A hallucination for sure, you thought. The male comes back and lifts you by the shoulders. He sits on the couch and then lays your head onto his lap.

You look up and are met with blue eyes, one scarred and one as normal as you're used to seeing on him, though both glossy as if about to cry.

"Kaeya?"

"Mhm. Sit up Darling, you need to drink water."

You obey and sit close beside him, sipping the water he hands you with both hands on the glass like a child. He puts his arm around you and his hand on your head and gives you a soft yet quite long kiss on the head as you finish your water.

"Im sorry. We can work something out. I know that i shouldn't.. I can't push you away."

You dont fight his embrace as it gets firmer, and his body trembles slightly as if he is crying.

"Do you want me to stay?" you ask sheepishly.

"My dear, its up to you what you want. I'll follow you in whatever you decide. Im choosing to persue you, the rest is yours to seal."

"I want to stay." you state calmly.

"As you wish." He eyes your empty glass of water and gets up to pour you some more. When he comes back you sit against him again, and drink the glass empty, then put the glass on the coffee table and lay your head on his lap.  

"Sleepy?"

"Mhm.."

He chuckles and holds you as you fall asleep, giving you tender kisses all over your face. When you fall asleep, he carries you bridal style upstairs to your room and tucks you into your bed. For a moment he stands there and ponders leaving you to rest, but the guilt of the words he said yesterday and seeing your state today convinced him to stay at your side. He walks to the other side of the bed and crawls in beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gives you one more peck before falling asleep.

You wake up once in the middle of the night to use the restroom, and when you come back to your room you're awake enough to process the fact that Kaeya was indeed in your bed. You crawl up into where you were in the bed before but this time facing him. You run your fingers along his face, feeling every bone and inch of his smooth skin, his tan beauty enhanced by the glow of the moonlight that peeked in through the window across the room from the bed. Your run your fingers down his hair and admire how his hair falls down his body. You've only been this close to him once, but never had you touched him like this. Your face was red and your smile was definitely pronounced, and as you stroke his cheek his eyes slowly open to see your expression.

"Good morning y/n~" he smiles and wraps his arms around you softly.

"How did you sleep?"

"Actually, its midnight."

"Oh, i see. Well, lets fall back asleep shall we? Or are you wide awake?"

You don't respond immediately but instead wrap your arms around him and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

"Back to sleep.."

He chuckles and brings you closer to his body, rubbing your back and stroking your hair until you both are hazy and about to fall asleep.

"I love you..." you whisper, half aware of what you just said and half not.

He pauses for a second, then gently squeezes your body as if to be his response back.

"I love you too.." he whispers back, his words echo in your mind as you drift to sleep, your dreams filled with nothing but happiness and him. 

You would stay in Mondstadt, but occasionally take trips to Natlan for a few weeks, and would try to take Kaeya with you if he wasn't too busy. The two of you became inseperable, and quite the item for some time, the story of your romance left most who heard it in tears.

After every time you tell the story, he grips your hand and grabs your face softly making you look into his eye.

"I'm glad you stayed."

He says as he pulls you in for a tender kiss, which is usually embarrassing in public but you dont mind in this case, because it was of genuine emotion and not of his flirtatious teasing.

You really do love him.

NOTES!!!!!!!!!!!

This was my first fanfic LMAO

[beomglocks]

three’s a crowd ; h.k & k.th

summary : just you and your two boyfriends

pairing : bf!taehyun x bf!hyuka x reader

warnings & other : requested, fluff, idk much abt poly relationships other than there’s more than two people, sorry if this is bad LMAO, tyunning best boyfies, sleepy kai

you groan, rolling over only to find that you couldn't actually do that. had it always been like this? maybe not, you think to yourself. you groan once again and try to force your body to roll onto the right side of your bed but a firm hand kept you in place. already this early in the morning you couldn't have what you want.

"you're gonna wake him up," someone whispers softly. you peel open your eyes which are heavy with sleep and are lowkey protesting for you not to do that. you wonder for a moment if rolling over was worth slightly waking up for, however whoever was awake knew you were awake too now. maybe next time, you suppose. it would've been nice to sleep comfortably last night but it felt like you hadn't slept in ages and you can only guess why that is. the bed was cramped, and hot, and goddamn, someone had turned off the aircon in the middle of the night!

when you look up, one out of two of your boyfriends, taehyun, is already sitting up against the headboard, completely awake. his head is perched up against the headboard and in his hands is his phone. "were you awake this whole time?" you ask him. your voice is raspy and sounds gross as you prefer to not speak as soon as you wake up but you're curious. though it's true that he was the early bird among you three it was still fairly early for him to be awake.

"i woke up an hour ago plus the bed is too stuffy," he says looking down at you staring up at him. so he had felt it as well, nice to know you weren't the only one who slept uncomfortably. "well.." you let your words drift off into the air as you turn to the other boy who is completely unconscious on the bed. his mouth is slightly open and you swear you can see drool threatening to slip out of his mouth. his curly hair is messily strewn all over the place and in his clutches is a plushie you or taehyun had once gifted him for a birthday, you don't remember.

what a sight, you think to yourself. huening kai, ever the dreamy sleeper. he looks peaceful despite the contrast of how absolutely petrified he was at the sight of the haunted doll, annabelle, in the movie you all watched last night.

taehyun shakes his head with a smile on his face, "it's not like i suggested watching literally anything else." you make a movement that you think could pass off as a shrug but you don't think taehyun can tell. "he said he could handle it and you know i can't say no to our baby."

you move around on the bed for a moment to find a comfortable position to speak to him in without disturbing kai. "plus we all got to cuddle for once, even though it was hot as hell last night," you mumble.

"sacrifices were made," taehyun mumbles. he sets his phone down on the bed beside you and rubs your head in what you think is an affectionate way but he's been working out and it hurts. "ouch," you grumble, deciding to stick by hueningkais still asleep frame.

the moment you cuddle up to kai who is facing away from you, he turns over so that you're both face to face. you don't think he realizes so you just kiss the tip of his nose lightly. "breakfast?" taehyun suddenly asks. you think to yourself for a moment. it sounds tempting to go help taehyun with whatever he plans on making for the three of you to consume however, the bed is just too comfortable. despite it being hot, kai's body heat is a type of hot that doesn't make you uncomfortable.

"can you go make it? i wanna be here when he wakes up so he doesn't think we abandoned him after the movie." kai can be a bit tender after scary movies. the whole reason why you and taehyun hadn't slept well was that, for no other underlying reason at all, kai suddenly wanted all three of you to cuddle on the bed.

it was a cute idea that you agreed to and although taehyun was reluctant, he too agreed to the proposal.

you move your boyfriends hair away from his peaceful looking face and you watch as his nose scrunches up but soon goes back to normal after a couple of seconds.

"we also need a bigger bed," you mumble randomly. you hear taehyun snort a laugh behind you, "when we first moved in, the first thing i pointed out was how tiny the bed was." he crosses his arms over his chest and decides to watch you play with kai's hair.

you turn over with a playful frown on your face, "im not the one who had a growth spurt! the bed was fine back then." you feel hueningkai stir beside you and suddenly his gravelly morning voice is rumbling through your ear.

"bunk beds?" he mumbles with his eyes still closed and a lopsided smile on his face. you tug on a piece on his hair when he situates his body to lounge over both yours and taehyun's like free real estate. "hell no," you both say in unison, protesting the idea.

"im going back to sleep," kai grumbles with a slight roll of his eyes. taehyun pats the other boys hair, soothing out the stray bed hairs that are sticking out. "what do you want to eat?" taehyun asks, getting up from the bed and stretching out his limbs. "make pancakes," you suggest. thankfully, hueningkai is fast asleep once again so he can't protest to the food choice.

taehyun nods, walking away to the kitchen. you decide to stay and run your hands lightly up and down your boyfriend's back. his slow breaths are lulling you back to sleep too but you fight to stay awake. if you fall back asleep you know you both won't wake up until late in the afternoon and that just won't do because kai has to finish the errands he didn't finish yesterday.

you get up from the bed, making sure not to wake kai up, which somehow you manage to do successfully. you make a mental note that he sleeps like a baby after scary movies.

you walk into the kitchen and see taehyun preparing the ingredients for pancakes. he lets you watch him for a while until you go up to him and insist on clinging to him, something he can't and won't protest against.

about 15 minutes into making pancakes, hueningkai straggles into the kitchen. you snort out a laugh at his appearance. his tall frame is leaning forward, the first indication that he's still half asleep. the second is his pouty lips and closed eyes. his hair is sticking up in all different directions as he messes with it because he sees you staring at it.

"you left me," he scolds. "you were sleeping," you defend quickly. "i got hungry," you smile.

"whatever, they smell good," he yawns. "wanna taste?" taehyun asks, holding up a piece of a previously cooked pancake. "yes, me first!" you detach yourself from his back and stand in front of him so he can feed you. hueningkai sleepily walks over for his bite of food to taste after you.

"they're good," you both say. "of course they are, i made them," taehyun says proudly. you fight the urge to flick his head, "i helped." you mumble. "i don't doubt it at all," hueningkai pipes up. "they have a bit of your flavor."

"what the hell does that even mean?" you give him a weird look, waiting for him to elaborate. out of the corner of hit eye you see taehyun smile lazily at overhearing the early morning conversation. "god wait, i didn't mean it like that! im still half asleep for fucks sake," he raised his hands up and waves them.  "im going back to sleep," he announces.

as he starts sauntering off back to the room you detach from taehyun who seems to be almost done. "im still kind of tired too... come join when you're done," you give him a chaste kiss as you walk away from him.

taehyun sighs to himself as he finishes up the rest of the food.

just another day.

[peach-pops]

Kuroo’s Secret Relationship

Request: hello👉🏻👈🏻 i had a vision and i cant tell if this is dumb or cute but IMAGINE kuroo and his karasuno manager gf at training camp but nobody knows theyre datin so they just keep it a secret so during the camp they try to find time to meet but if one of them is free the other one is busy. so during sleepy time she gets up to like poo or sumn and kuroo suprises her but she didnt know it was him so she punches him but then she feels bad and the next day everyone thinks he got in a fight I LOV U❤️

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting!!! I am a total simp for Kuroo idk if you guys can tell. This is just a cute little scenario and honestly, I’d let Kuroo punch ME but that’s none of my business. ALSO requests are still open, I’ll close them once I reach a certain amount. 

Kuroo watched from afar as you talked amongst some of his teammates that were practically drooling at the pools of your feet. He knew he wasn’t being subtle at all as his eyes raked up your figure but he didn’t know how much more of this he could take. 

You two had been dating for a while but you both thought it would be important to keep your relationship a secret for the time being. Kuroo didn’t want to make it seem like he would be putting volleyball as a second priority to his team and you didn’t want it to look like you were fooling around with one of Karasuno’s “enemies”. 

It was fun sneaking off behind corners for private makeout sessions and sharing secret glances towards each other but as Kuroo watched you get blatantly hit on in front of him, he felt like he was losing his cool. 

The worst part was that since the training camp started, the two of you had no alone time and it was eating away at the both of you. You felt like you couldn’t even smile at Kuroo when he did really well against your own Karasuno without exposing your relationship and frankly, the two of you were both at your wits end. 

“ You’re making it obvious,” Kuroo turned around and looked down at Kenma, who’s attention was on his gaming console,” just go over there.”

Okay, Kuroo wasn’t supposed to tell anyone but Kenma was an exception. The two had been friends for so long and Kuroo trusted him with his life, plus Kenma was never the type to gossip. 

“ Are you seeing this? They’re practically undressing her with their eyes! I can tell from here that Lev is into her just from the way he’s standing,” Kuroo kept his gaze on you as you let out a laugh and even though Kuroo didn’t hear the joke, he knew your laugh wasn’t even genuine,” I might actually kill them, would you help me bury the body?”

Kenma sighed as he continued to keep his attention to his game,” You’re hopeless.”

“ We would need to dig a bigger hole, Lev has a pretty big head,” Kuroo mumbled as you excused yourself to step away. 

As soon as you turned away from the boys, your smile dropped and Kuroo could visibly see how annoyed you were with the conversation. 

It made Kuroo feel better that you didn’t like getting hit on but it wasn’t like you could stop them, they all thought you were single. If they would’ve known you were dating the captain of Nekoma, their advances would stop but that wasn’t an option at the moment. 

You looked over at Kuroo and your whole demeanor shifted. You gave him a big smile before you looked away and pulled out your phone to text him. 

Y/N: pls tell me you saw that- i couldn’t wait for that conversation to be over, lev and yamamoto are going to be the death of me 

Tetsuro: trust me, they’ll wish they were dead once im done with them

Tetsuro: r u free rn? I checked this morning and the janitors closet is unlocked maybe we can sneak off to have some alone time ;)

You looked up from your phone and up towards Kuroo who had the biggest smirk on his face. Before you could text back, Nekoma’s manager announced that Nekoma was next up to play for court two. 

Kuroo groaned out loud, of course the universe was against him. 

Tetsuro: im sorry baby, maybe later tonight then? 

Y/N: that’s fine - good luck!

You watched as Kuroo put his phone away and sent you a quick wink before heading over to the empty court. 

For the rest of the day, you two hardly even had the chance to share a glance between each other. Whenever he was playing on a court, Karasuno had their own match and whenever he was free, you had manager duties with the other girls. 

Even during dinner, you were so busy running around doing last-minute tasks before bed that Kuroo never got to say goodnight to you. By the time you finished, Kuroo was already in bed snoring away with his teammates. 

In the middle of the night, you woke up to Tanaka kicking you in his sleep and in retaliation, you grabbed your pillow and swung it over his face. 

Tanaka only grumbled and flipped to face the other way, still in deep sleep whereas you were now wide awake. You rubbed your tired eyes but as you tried to fall back asleep, all you could think about was how dry your mouth was. 

You contemplated on getting water before you sat up from your sleeping bag and walked out of the room silently, trying your best not to step on any of the sleeping boys. Once you shut the door behind you, you made your way down the hallway to the water fountain in a tired manner. 

You weren’t terrified of the dark but the thought of going down a dark hallway at a school you weren’t familiar with was unsettling to say the least and you wish you brought your phone for some light. 

When you reach the water fountain, you bent down and as you started to drink the water, you felt like something was off. Before you could turn around, you felt something touch your waist and every hair on the back of your neck stood up. 

You whipped around and when you saw a tall and dark figure, your first instinct was to scream and swing your arm out to defend yourself. You made contact with the figure and once you heard the groan, you knew exactly who it was. 

“ Tetsuro! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, you scared me! Are you okay!” You said as Kuroo held his cheek in pain. 

He couldn’t believe you had actually punched him but he was even more surprised you landed a good punch in the dark,” See baby, I told you taking those boxing lessons would pay off but damn, you punch hard.”

“ You know you can’t sneak up on me like that, I’m jumpy!” You sighed as you squinted to see Kuroo’s face in the dark,” what are you doing up this late?”

Kuroo kept one hand on his throbbing cheek as the other reached down to pull out his phone,” I texted you to meet me in front of the janitors closet cause I wanted to have some quality time with my beautiful, sweet, girlfriend who I thought would never hurt me but instead of kisses, I got socked in the face!” 

You knew Kuroo was only teasing you but you felt so guilty. You wrapped your arms around his large frame and pressed your face into his chest and apologized in a muffled tone,” I’m the worst girlfriend ever.” 

Kuroo let out a laugh as he weaved his fingers through your bedhead and planted a kiss on the top of your head,” Don’t say that. If it makes you feel any better, you could always just knock out guys who try to hit on you now.”

You smiled up at your boyfriend as he took the chance to lean down and kiss you softly, his hands wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him. 

Kuroo smirked against your lips as you moved your hands up to lightly tug on his hair,” You know, the janitors closet locks from the inside.”

“ Are you suggesting we have sex in a dirty closet? What if someone walks by and hears us?”

“ Get your head out of the gutter, I never said anything about sex,” Kuroo acted shocked as he tucked a strand of hair before leaning down to whisper in your ear,” unless you think you can be quiet for me.” 

You rolled your eyes as you grabbed Kuroo’s hand and led him into the janitors closet right beside the restrooms,” Whatever, we both know you’re the loud one.” 

“ We’ll see about that kitten.” 

The next morning, Kuroo went to practice normally but not without weird murmurs from his teammates. At first, he thought his secret was out and maybe you had left hickeys across his neck but it was an entirely different mark that he had forgotten about. 

“ Woah, buddy, did you get into a fight? I’m pretty blind but I’m pretty sure you didn’t have that bruise at dinner yesterday,” Bokuto said in awe as he tried to touch the large bruise that was on Kuroo’s cheek,” that is a bruise! Akaashi, come look at this!”

Kuroo swatted his hand away and used his phone camera to get a better look at his face. Turns out, you had punched him way harder than he had initially thought. 

Kuroo couldn’t even think of a lie in time so he tried to reveal as little as possible,” Who am I going to fight around here?” 

“ I don’t know...has anyone seen Lev?” Akaashi asked right as Karasuno entered through the gym doors. 

“Kuroo! Did you kill Lev? You can be honest with me I wouldn’t tell a soul!” Bokuto shouted loudly as a few heads turned in their direction. 

Your ears perked up once you heard Kuroo’s name and as you turned to look over at the boys, your heart immediately dropped when you saw the bruise you had left Kuroo. 

Without thinking, you dug into one of the coolers and pulled out an icepack, even though it was a little too late to ice it down. 

You rushed over to Kuroo, not caring that some people had their attention on you as you pressed it against his face,” That looks really bad, I’m so- um what happened?” 

“ Kuroo killed Lev!” Bokuto teased as Akaashi gave him a stern look that quickly shut him up. 

You sighed as you looked up at Kuroo and bit the inside of your cheek before whispering  softly,” I think we should tell everyone before you get in trouble. You know Nekoma has a no-tolerance policy for fighting and I don’t want it to be a rumor that you got into a fight with someone.” 

“ I know, you’re right but can we wait until the rest of my teammates get here?” Kuroo asked as you gave him a confused look,” I want them to be jealous just for a bit.”

You shook your head with a smile as Kuroo placed his hand over yours that was holding up the icepack,” Okay, just for a bit.”

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

mornings

weekend mornings with peter and the avengers

pairing: peter x fem!reader

status: dating

y/n's pov

i'm slowly starting to wake up, feeling two strong arms wrapped around me, the fresh cologne and ruffled hair touching my cheeks and forehead

i opened my eyes to a still very sleepy boyfriend, his face looked tired, probably from the exam we had to study for yesterday and the movie night with the avengers

speaking of the avengers i realized i wasn't in my room nor his, so i scanned the room a bit until i saw the Avengers symbol, so we slept over huh? i sighed in relief and tried to think of a way to leave the bedroom without waking up my very sleepy boyfriend

now due to his spidey senses the boy can know if i just moved an inch away from him, even when he's sleeping so trying to go to the bathroom here is a little difficult, but i didnt mind it though, i like when he senses that im leaving so he tightens his grip around me telling me five more minutes which leads to ten, then fifteen, then twenty

but i really needed to go to the toilet so i said just screw it and im gonna make a run for it, and i did. I quickly unhooked his grip on my waist, shifting my legs to the end of the bed to run

but when I did I saw a glimpse of waking up, so I squealed while running to the unsuite bathroom, I heard shifting behind me which only made me sprint faster but I couldn't coz I needed to toilet so bad 😂 but then I felt something sticky in my arms, turns out Peter clicked his web shooter and turned me around

"Where do you think you're going" he said in a playful tone, he probably thought I was just messing with him but I guess it was clear that I needed to go because he tilted his head when he saw my squeezing my thighs together

"I just need to go to the bathroom Pete!" I ushered, I turned around to find the small dagger he has for testing his webs out to cut in his desk so cut the one in my arm

"I'll be back in a few!" I shouted, closing the door frantically and doing my business. When I finished, cleaning and washing I checked my self in the mirror, I took this as an opportunity to clean my face and brush my teeth make my hair look...presentable and left. When I opened the door I immediately got webbed again, Peter yanked my back to the bed and cuddled me again

"You took longer than 'a few'" he mumbled in my neck

"That's because I decided to brush my teeth and make me look presentable for you" I shrugged, but he immediately looked up at me

"You brushed your teeth? Now I'm the only one with morning breath here, and what are you talking about looking presentable you look gorgeous no matter what, and I like when you don't care about your looks infront of me, it means your comfortable so you don't have to do anything babe" he says getting up from the bed to go brush his teeth, I laughed at how thoughtful and sweet he was

"thank you biiiiitch" I said jokingly waiting for his response

"you're welcome biiiiitch" he joked back in his Californian girl accent, which sent me to laughing fits ugh that was so funny, this was an ongoing joke between us.

when Peter and I first met at midtown I told him how sad I was that I couldn't find a best friend here so he said that he could introduce me to mj and I was over the moon, now she is my best friend but not just that, he said I could treat him like a girl best friend whatever I wanted or needed I could come to him which was very sweet of him and since than, Peter and I have been acting like the bestest friends there was

and before we started dating we called eachother "bitch 1 🥵👀" for Peter and "bitch 2 👅🌸" for me...and we still do 😂 that's what I like about Peter and i's relationship we act like we're still best friends except we're in love and don't you think I forgot about mj she is "Bestie 🥵😳💃" after Peter brushed his hair and teeth he barged into the room and flipped on the bed.

"Teeth brushed, so you don't have any excus-" he cut himself off by kissing me, we continued on kissing until we heard a knock on the door

"good morning lovebirds, please tell me you guys still have clothes on" tony said while closing his eyes sit a hand and holding a tray with another, but nat just came in without closing her eyes

"d-don't worry Mr stark we do" Peter laughs nervously, tony opened his eyes grateful but widened them "you don't have a shirt on!" He pointed at Peter.

"but I do have pants on and y/n's wearing shorts and a t-shirt" he said, tony sighed in relief and looked at nat

"and why didn't you close your eyes when we first came in" he stated

"because it's y/n, we change infront of eachother, that's what girls do but I would've turned around if Peter was naked" she spat back like he was dumb to even ask

"guys it's ok, nothing happened" i reassured and tried to stop this awkward conversation

"oh by the way Pete, you gotta a lucky one, I've seen things you still didn't and let me tell ya" she winked at him which made him and I fully blush

"NAT!"

"WHAT?! You should be happy an avenger complimented your body!" She quipped back

"anyways! *clears throat* breakfast is ready I just came here with the tray to show you what it is I'm not letting you eat on my very expensive silk duvet now get your asses moving and go to the kitchen everyone's eating" he trailed off walking back to the kitchen, tony was always like this when I got to know them, annoying but funny

"seriously, he came here with a tray full of FOOD and didn't give us any just because doesn't want us to eat in 'expensive' duvet? My ass" I rolled my eyes laughing

"but he's smart coz he got our attention, race ya to the kitchen" Peter scrambled to the kitchen stopping at the doorway and looked at me "you look gorgeous today babe, oh and don't call your boyfriend a bitch.....bitch" and he scurried off, see? This is why I love spending time with this nerd

"OH YOURE GONNA GET IT"I shouted running to the kitchen

"OH PETERS GETTING IT HUH? RIP THAT PUSSY AYYYYY" sam shouted from his room

"SHUT THE FUCK UP SAMANTHA" yup and that's a normal morning when you spend the night at the avengers compound with your boyfriend

"LANGUAGE!"

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

[infinitegalahad]

YOUR PROMPTS ARE OPEN!!!! 🥳🥳🥳 im so excited this time has come! you know i'll probably send a few but for my first i'd like to request #'s 33 and 50 from the fluff prompts with my dear shifty, of course. mucho love 2 u!

A LITTLE PIECE OF HOME

Summary: Before your childhood friends Popeye and Shifty are shipped out, Popeye brings his new camera and decides to make some last minute memories. 

Word-Count: 1.9k 

Prompts: “can i keep it, the photo of us?” and “look at me.”

A/N: pearl, my love, my life-HI! your little request was beyond fun to write! this piece is short and sweet in (hopefully) all the right places-anything for you! shifty is our sweet sunshine boy and it was a pleasure to write for you. i hope you request more prompts soon my love-thanks you for being there for me. your messages always brighten my day. i hope you enjoy ❣️✨ 

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It was the perfect day outside. In Virginia, it felt like summer all year round. But today was different-it was absolutely gorgeous. The sun shined bright as the heat burned down on your exposed shoulders with the sun making your skin become pink. The day seemed too perfect for it to end so soon.

You, Darrell, and Robert had been friends since the three of you were in diapers. You all grew up in a small tight-knit town; living down the same dirt road that went for miles on end, going to the same Sunday church and packed diner for pancakes and milkshakes, walked all over the train tracks, the three of you were conjoined at the hip. Wherever they went, you went with them.

Robert was the one who brought the group together. In second grade, Robert and Darrell had been playing during recess one day and saw you, sitting all by yourself with tears coming out of your big eyes and your hair and dress all covered in dirt. Darrell saw you and ran over. He didn’t know you, but he hated seeing other people sad-so not only were you crying, but Darrell burst into loud sobs, followed by Robert. When you had stopped crying, Darrell and Robert took you to their little play corner and got wet clothes, rubbing the dirt from your face. The boys in your school had been teasing you and kicked dirt in your direction, messing up the outfit your mama had made for you. While Darrell attempted to “make you pretty” again, he asked for your name and asked if you had any friends. Once you told him your name and that you had no friends, he said that he and Robert were your new friends from now on.

And they truly were.

Now the three of you we’re in your twenties-still living in that small town in Virginia. Each of you had changed in appearance. Popeye grew into his round-face, his thin hair receding, but his dimples and slurred accent still remaining the same. Shifty, well to you-he was handsome. He hadn’t changed one bit, but every day he got even more handsome to look at it. He grew from the sweetheart who cried with you in second grade to the boy who offered to take you platonically to prom since nobody was “in their right mind” to do so. The boy with the sun-tanned skin and comforting smile was your best friend and the love of your life. But how could you tell him? Almost every girl wanted him. Bless their hearts, but he was too shy for his own good-and so were you. Considering your experience with men, you decided it was best if you and Shifty would stay friends. The two of you had done some for nearly a decade. But as you got older, it got harder to contain those feelings. Whenever you looked at him, you felt like you were going to throw up your heart.

The three of you all believed that you would live in this town for the rest of your lives and until you were all old and real adults. But that all changed in an instant.

Robert and Shifty had signed up for the Paratroopers and we’re being shipped out to Toccoa early next morning. They had broken the news to you last night at Shifty’s house with his poor Ma, breaking into tears. Just like his ma, Shifty’s big eyes began to burst into tears, which made everybody cry. Whenever he got emotional, it always reminded you of a younger and more innocent Shifty, the one that never missed a single shot and loved nature. Your one, true friend who you could tell anything to, the one who knew your small quirks and deepest secrets. The one man that you loved more than anything in the world that was now slipping through your fingers.

In that very field you sat in, you stayed silent most of the time. Shifty had his rifles slung over his shoulders, donning light blue overalls as he and Popeye walked around, casually conversing about being Paratroopers. You hide behind the tall grass, slowly picking the petals off of a bright daisy, muttering to yourself. You watched his every move; his lips moving with a smile, his smooth skin glittering in the sun, and his chocolate brown hair becoming golden in the bright sun.

You had become so lost in your own little world that you didn’t even notice Shifty, standing right next to you. He poked your shoulder and saw you looked up with a confused face, progressing your surroundings.

“Y/n? You okay?” He asked, bending down with his hands on his knees. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

You looked up and subtle smiled to cover up your sadness. “I am, Darrell. Just a little sleepy.”

Darrell held out a free hand in front of your face, “Well, you wanna with me just a little?

You silently responded and took his hand, which lingered for longer than you wanted it to. His hands had been so worked, his skin remained as soft as silk. His fingertips finessed against your palm. The two of you walked side by side as you walked side by side, the sounds of the wind blowing through the tall grass filling the silent void.

Darrell was a little concerned by your quiet behavior. You were normally very energetic about him and Robert, but you were as silent as a mouse today. It was your last time truly with him and for Robert for one month, one year, who knew how long they would be gone for. Darrell maybe would never see you again, the small town the two of you grew up in, your bright smile. He wanted to see that every single day; whether that be waking up to you in the morning or having a little piece of you overseas.

Darrell was very in touch with his emotions, unafraid to conceal them. His ma always taught him to be honest, and that’s what he did best. So when you were down, he had to fix it before it was too late.

“Y/n?” He said in a low tone, turning over to see you, unresponsive as you looked down at your fiddling hands. You were hurting, and it broke his heart to see what. “Can you tell me what’s bothering you?”

You were unresponsive as you kept your eyes down, your hands scrunching with the fabric of your flowy skirt. He had done nothing wrong-he never had done anything wrong to you ever. But it was hard to think that the next time you would hear from Shifty-it could be a military letter and announce that he had died a hero. Just another number in a never-ending war. And that you, a fool, never confessed how you felt to your childhood best friend.

Darrell stopped in his tracks and let out a soft sigh, tenderly grabbing your forehand to stop you as well. His free hand moved to the edge of your chin, gently tilting it sideways so you would make eye contact with him.

“Look at me,” Darrell politely requested, his voice shaky.

You followed his request and looked at him, seeing that he was fighting back tears. You weren’t the only one, which made you feel relieved and even sadder.

“Oh Darrell...you know if I start with my waterworks, you’ll be followed’ after,'' You remarked and let out a dry chuckle, masking the incoming tears. It was too late and a stray tear escaped from Shifty’s eye, his pink lips quivering as he was speechless.

Just like you had stated, two tears came from your eyes as you used a finger to wipe him away. “Told ya’ so. Look at us, just little kids.”

Darrell rested in your palm, rubbing against it like a cat would with a pillow. “Like it was yesterday. I remember washing the dirt from your cheeks so I could make you look pretty again. Don’t know why I ever said that-you still are pretty.”

You patted his cheeks as you lead his hands down into your own, squeezing them. Darrell and you stood in the open field, hands tangled with each other, the wind blowing against you as the grass tickled your bare feet. Not only did the humidity make you feel warm, but so did the growing heat in your cheeks.

“How do you tell someone you love them?” Darrell casually questioned to break the silence that was growing in the wind.

A smile crept on your face, “Just like your ma would say, you just gotta be honest with yourself.”

“Well, I think I love you. No, I don’t think. I know it.” Darell declared, holding your hands close to his chest. “I wanted to let you know. I didn’t wanna ever tell you.”

You tilted your heart and let out a dreamy sigh. “Oh, Darell...I…”

The sudden click and flash of a camera before blinded you and Shifty. You squint your eyes as they burned with flashes of white light as Shifty pulled you into his chest, his hands protectively resting on your lower back.

It was just Robert, holding his brand new camera over his eyes, his thin eyebrows raised and mouth wide open in shock. Instead of reacting, Shifty and you stayed close together, both red in the face along with Robert.

Robert took the photo out of the camera and shook it, tucking it into Shifty’s pocket. You opened your mouth to speak, but Robert beat you to it.

“I’ll leave you lovebirds to it,” Robert said as he turned around, walking away in a hurry, “I’ll see ya at the Power’s for supper-I hope.”

Once Robert had left, Shifty dug his fingers into his pocket to retrieve the photo. You leaned against his chest and observed the photo. Robert had caught the two of you in the middle of your confession, hands tangled as your eyes met. Both of you had smiles on your faces-and Darrell looked amazing-even if he was in black and white.

“That’s not a bad photo of you,” You complimented as you leaned into his nice smelling chest, “You looked handsome.”

“And you looked pretty-but you always do.” Shifty shot back, planting a kiss into your face. He observed the photo and then looked down at you to compare, a big smile appearing on his face like a child on Christmas morning. Shifty had found his answer, and it was not only right in front of him but in his fingertips.

“Can I keep it, this photo of us?” Darrell said in your hair as he shook the photo, “When I need a piece of home. I’ll give you my whole heart, anything you want, darlin’.”

You nodded your head, “Yes, you can. You don’t need to give me anything-but can I ask you something?”

“Yes, darlin’. Anything,” Darrell stated as he looked down at your adoringly. He looked like he wanted to give you the whole world in that moment, If he could have, he would have.

“We only got a night left together for a long time. Can we spend it all together? Just one night?”

Shifty flashed his bright smile and kissed each knuckle on your hand, leaving a small mark. “Yes ma’am.”

Once Shifty had neatly stored the cherished photograph of you into his breast project, the two of you grabbed each other's hands and walked down the gravel road, back to the Power’s residence for supper. You leaned against his shoulder, letting him lead you. Whenever Darrell had gone, you would follow along. You knew your last few hours together were short, but if it was your last time ever seeing Darell-you wanted to make the most of it.

[i-need-entertainment]

Dreams Can Come True: Chapter 1 Encounter

Introduction-Chapter 2

Today started off like any other day. Wake up at 7:00, take a shower, get dressed, go downstairs, have coffee and eat breakfast, and go to work. Y/n L/n had a fairly normal life. She didn’t cause trouble, she followed the rules like any ordinary human, she had a fairly good paying job and she worked hard. As she stepped out of the door she could feel the chill in the air. It was only September, but it was already starting to get colder outside.

She walked to the daycare, seeing as it was only about 15 minutes away, and despite the chilly weather it was still a beautiful day. She wore her usual attire, white button up tucked neatly into some midrise blue jeans with a few buttons undone for comfort, a black suede coat, and black ankle boots. Y/n walked into the daycare center, set her stuff down, took off her coat and got to work. “Ms. Y/n!!” Her kids ran up to her, some giving her hugs, while others just smiled and said their good mornings. “*giggle* Good morning kids! Did everyone have a nice weekend?” There was a whole bunch of ‘yeah!’, ‘uh-huh’ ‘How about you Ms. Y/n?’ “Okay then, how about we all sit on the mat and take turns telling everyone about our weekends?”

 ~Meanwhile in the Shie Hassaikai~

 “You called for me boss?” Chrono stated as he entered his boss’ office. “This is unofficial business Kurono, no need to be so formal.” Kurono internally sighed in bliss. Being the Second in command of the Shie Hassaikai had its perks, no doubt about that, but having to serve directly under you best friend? Yeah that was rough. Kurono took off his mask, Overhaul had known him long enough, he didn’t mind as long as they were alone and he wasn’t sick. “So what did you need Kai?” Kai stood up, walking over to the couches and waving Chrono over as well. The two sat down and continued to speak. “Its about Eri, I want you to find a care taker for her.” (This is where I change things up. In this world, Eri isn’t being experimented on *at least not yet* so Pops will be in this *yay!*. But, Kai was still tasked with taking care of her, but Kai doesn’t really know what THE HECK to do with a kid, so Chrono takes care of her most of the time. I’m also making it so that Eri calls chrono dad, because I think its FREAKING ADORABLE and I can) Chrono seemed surprised at this. Since they had been taking care of Eri, Kai had always just pushed her onto Chrono. “What do you mean?” “I mean she needs a female caretaker as well as you as her male one, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there’s not exactly a strong female presence in the Hassaikai. And if we want her to grow up as normal as she can, she should have at least one female caretaker to look up to.” Chrono seemed to think about it. I mean, it made since. Sure, he took care of her, treated her like his own even, but especially after what she had been through with her mother, she needed a loving maternal figure to help her (*cough cough* help him). Having a female around would also make the *ahem* teen years easier…Fewer uncomfortable discussions for him! “Seems fair enough…But uh..Kai?” “Yes Kurono?” There was a moment of silence. “How exactly are we going to get a caretaker? We can’t exactly post an ad on craigslist.” Overhaul seemed deep in thought for two whole seconds, until “Simple, take one.” “…What?” “Do I really have to repeat myself? We’ll take Eri to the park, find a suitable candidate and we’ll bring her back here.” “Seems reasonable, and if she refuses to come?” “I guess we’ll just have to be convincing. Strike up an average conversation, entice her here. I don’t care, just get her here.” Chrono simply nodded, stood up, and started to leave. “Alrighty boss, you got it. You ready to head out now?” “Yes, let’s get this done…I hate the park.” With that Chrono left Kai’s office and made his way to Eri’s room. It was around 8:30, so she should be up, and if she isn’t, she needs to be. Chrono walked into Eri’s room. “Eri, it’s time to get up” He softly said as he made his way over to her bed and softly sat down on the edge. Eri made some sleepy noises, sat up, stretched and yawned, sleepily looking around. “Good morning” He said as he ruffled her bed headed hair. “*yawn* Good morning daddy…” She trailed off, trying to rub the sleepiness out of her eyes. “Lets get you dressed and fed, today we’re going to the park.” Any sleep left in the young girl seemingly disappeared as she heard ‘fed’ and ‘park’. Chrono chuckled, and stood up making his way to the door. “Um..daddy?” “Hm?” He smiled at being called ‘daddy’ when she was little she couldn’t exactly pronounce ‘Kurono’ and he didn’t even try with ‘Chronostasis’ so Kai said for her to just call him ‘dad’, one less responsibility for him, and it provided good cover. “Could you help me pick out what to wear..? And help me with my hair?” She timidly asked, looking at the floor. Eri didn’t exactly have the greatest start in life, after accidentally rewinding her father and being abandoned by her mother, she was practically thrown into the arms of the Shie Hassaikai. Specifically into the arms of Chrono. Don’t get me wrong! He tried his best he really did! But being abandoned by his own parents and a gangster, he didn’t exactly know HOW to be a ‘dad’. He smiled. Despite the extra work it entailed, he truly didn’t mind taking care of her, he was just still learning. “Well, I can’t promise much for the hair…but the outfit I can do.” All in all, he enjoyed being her caretaker. It provided him an escape from the Yakuza. Being able to drop the cold façade and get to be his natural goofball self felt good. “Alright, what’ll it be today kiddo?” Eri looked into her closet, seemingly deep in thought. “Uh…uhm…that!” She pointed to a light blue jumper with a pink sweater to wear underneath. “You got it.” After getting Eri dressed, he sat her down on the bed to attempt to do her hair. He brushed out her long blue-white locks, pulled back a couple strand with a bow and bam, a hairstyle a six year old will at least tolerate. “Ready for breakfast?” Eri speedily nodded her head. Chrono chuckled. “Alright then, lets get you some food.” Chrono and Eri headed to the kitchen, Eri sat down at the table and Chrono headed to the fridge. ‘So, what’ll it be?” Eri thought for a minute. “Apples.” “Again? But you had apples yesterday?” “I know…but I really want apples.” He just smiled, “Whatever you say crackhead.” She simply pouted at the nickname and crossed her small arms. Chrono cut up the apple into slices, and gave the plate to Eri, the little girl’s ‘tough’ demeanor instantaneously dropping as she saw the red fruit. Eri ate breakfast, and Chrono, Overhaul, Nemoto and Eri made their way to the park. So as not to arise suspicion the three Yakuza members were dressed in casual clothes. Chrono wore a white hoodie with blue jeans and white sneakers, Overhaul wore a black button up with black slacks and white sneakers along with a black winter coat, and Nemoto wore a white dress shirt with black slacks, a gray coat and dress shoes. When they got to the park, Nemoto and Overhaul made their way to a café while Chrono and Eri went to the park. All was going well until *somehow* Eri got separated from Chrono.

 ~Back to the daycare which is now playing in the park~

 “Okay guys, have fun, be safe and stay together! Also, don’t talk to strangers!” Y/n yelled to the kids as they ran off to play. Y/n walked towards a bench to sit down and read, when she noticed an unfamiliar little girl nervously walking around, she looked lost. Y/n put on her softest, sweetest smile and calmly approached the girl. “Hi there sweety! My names Y/n, are you lost sweetheart?” At the woman’s kindness the girl seemed to calm down a little bit, but not much. “..Y-yes…I don’t know what happened..I came here with my d-daddy..but now I can’t find hi-im…” The poor girl looked like she was about to cry. “Its okay honey! Do you know his name? I can help you find him.” Eri stopped her sniffles and looked at the kind young woman who was offering to help her. “O-okay..His name is-“ Before the young girl could finish, she was interrupted by loud footsteps and a disheveled looking Chrono. “ERI!? ERI!!” He ran over to the young girl, crouching down and hugging her tightly in his arms. “Eri you have to stay close to me!! I almost didn’t find you!!” The young girl clung tightly to Chrono and started to cry. “I-I know daddy, I’m sorry!” “It’s okay, just…try not to do it again? You almost gave me a heart attack!” “I’m sorry daddy…but.. this really nice lady helped me.” Eri pointed towards Y/n. Chrono then looked up to see a fairly short, young woman with h/l h/c hair, she was beautiful, he had to admit. He stood up and she held out her hand. “Thank you for helping my daughter, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t find her.” “Its no problem! Really! I work at a daycare, so scared little kids is the least of my worries!” She let out a light hearted laugh and smiled at Chrono. “Y/n L/n, you are…?” “Hari Kurono. It’s nice to meet you Ms. L/n.” “Oh, please, call me Y/n! I’m only twenty and hearing ‘Ms.’ makes me feel old!” Chrono just chuckled. “Alright then Y/n, well that’s my daughter, Eri, I’m kinda surprised she even talked to you, she tends to hide behind me most of the time.” They both looked over at Eri who was now playing with the other kids. “That’s not unusual, I’ve got at least five kids who didn’t talk to me for the first two weeks! Is her mother shy?” “Oh, uh actually she doesn’t have a mother…actually..I’m not even her biological dad.” Y/n seemed shocked at this, not only that he wasn’t her dad (You look at the two and HONESTLY tell me they don’t look AT LEAST similar?!?!) and even more shocked he was single. I mean, look at him, the mans attractive. Chrono seemed to have sensed her confusion, “She’s my boss’ granddaughter, but seeing as he’s older, he gave her to me and my friend to take care of, but he’s not exactly the settle-down-have a family type, so I did what I could and next thing I knew I was her ‘dad’. Not gonna lie though, its been hard. She had a…rough start. Her dad died and her mom abandoned her.” “That’s very admirable of you, taking in a child like that. I don’t have any of my own, but even just babysitting these kids for a few hours is hard enough! I was orphaned, so I can sympathize with Eri in a way, my aunt had to take me in after my parents were killed by heroes.” “I’m sorry to hear that, so I take it you’re not too fond of them?” “Well, I guess not. I don’t hate heroes entirely, but I’m not exactly a fan.” Chrono began to think about why exactly he was here, and she seemed to be checking all the boxes. She was kind, caring, great with kids, young, Eri didn’t run from her, so far she seemed like the perfect candidate. And even better, she didn’t seem to be too fond of heroes. “Hey, um if you’re not busy later, would you mind meeting with me and my boss? You see, I came here looking for another caretaker for Eri.” The young woman seemed intrigued at what Chrono had to say. “Where we work, there aren’t exactly many women around…In fact..there aren’t any women around. And seeing as Eri was left to us, we want her to have a chance at a normal childhood, so she kinda needs a mother figure, and I think you’d be right for the job.” Y/n seemed surprised, she was also curious what kind of job wouldn’t have even one female around. This made Y/n even more curious about the young man. “Okay, I’ll meet with you and your boss, but it’ll have to be after my shift it over, so I won’t be off until five.” “That’s fine, give me your phone number, I’ll text you the details after I talk with my boss.” They exchanged phone numbers, “Alright then, well I should probably be leaving now.” “Yeah, me too, I need to get the kids back to the daycare, hopefully their energy is drained at least a little!” Chrono chuckled he knew exactly what that felt like. “Good luck, and I’ll see you later.” “I’m going to need it. Bye Kurono!” “Bye Y/n.” And with that, the two went their separate ways.

 ~Back at the Shie Hassaikai Base in Overhaul’s office~

 “Well? How did it go?” “Good, really good, actually. I think I found our new caretaker.” Overhaul waved his hand, signaling Chrono to continue. “She’s twenty years old, kind, good with kids, and she doesn’t seem to be too fond of heroes.” Overhaul seemed intrigued. “Tell her to meet us at Dixon Café at 5:30, we will discuss the details there.” “Yessir”. Chrono then left Overhaul’s office. Making his way to Eri’s room, he decided to go ahead and text Y/n the details.

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Kurono

Hey Y/n, this is Hari Kurono from the park? I talked with my boss, he said to meet Dixon Café at 5:30 today.

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He set down his phone and continued walking. About two minutes later he felt his phone buzz.

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Y/n

Okay! Perfect, I’ll be there.

Kurono

Alright, see you then.

Y/n

See you then!

Chrono then put away his phone, the slightest hint of a smile on his face as he made his way to Eri’s room. Yeah, this was gonna be interesting to say the least.

[cybernightwanderer]

Off-radar until she had to declare ownership again.

Since the fight the other day, i have been avoiding my mom. My mental health has been getting worse and worse, and yesterday i finally noticed.

I have been sleeping almost 15  hours a day, i wake up so sore and in such pain, my head hurts, my body aches and twitches. My leggs seem out of control. I have no will, and no matter how much i sleep, i still cant get out of my bed. My sleeping schedules have been a mess, it gets changed, i fix it, two days later is back to switched and so on. Im angrier, more distant, less “here”, not even on my own head. Feels like im disapearing. I spend my nights crying, i dont even know why i am crying, i just know it hurts. The days seem longer, every two days seems like one mashed up together, i completly lost track of time. I dont remenber the last time i ate proper food, i have been drinking a glass of milk here and there just to keep hunger at bay. Its my breakfast and my dinner. I cant bring myself to cross paths with her, so i just stay in my room. And luckly she has barely pulled much talk, sometimes she tries to pull a fight but i just ignore and walk away back into my room, other times she plays nice and tries to pull normal conversations, but im just so tired i dont even dare to say anything. I know her too well, and im done fooling myself. If she wants to keep abusing me, then im like just go ahead, but im not gonna forgive and forget and play nice anymore, just do what you want. Yesterday she bursted into my room, telling me to go eat, and i told her i already eaten, she started complaining to a point she started yelling just because i wouldnt even reply to her, or because ive just been drinking milk. She has been insisting day yes and do no for me to eat her food, but im just too scared to, because i know what comes next. I have cans and rice in my room , i just cant make food when shes there, and i cant make food  during the night, so im just stuck with milk. A few days ago she asked me to help her go buy groceries, and i explained to her that my sleeping schedule was messed up so i couldnt really go, but when i get up i would get the things she couldnt carry from the car. She grunted at me and said “ fine ill do it myself then “, later on when i woke up she burst into my room , ordering me to do a bunch of chores and all that. And so i did, i barely said a word, i just did it yet she still found reasons to complain, then i went back into my room. A few days pass, today at 6 am, she enters my room without knocking or permission as usual and asked me to go grocery shopping with her because she couldnt carry everything alone. So i told her, i am almost going to bed, but you can leave the dry things in the car and as soon as i get up , ill get everything, bring what you can carry home or the fresh things and ill get the rest. She looked at me in the eyes and started to show her angry expression. Repeating to me that she needs me to go because she isnt gonna take the car, she will go by foot after her jog and she wont have enough strengh to carry everything she wants to carry. And i told her why doenst she go by car? and leave it in the car for me to bring. She turned her back on me without saying a word, so i went back to my room and i closed the door. I didnt even have time to turn around and she calls me again, i open the door and she insists. “I dont want to go by car, and i cant carry everything so i need you to come with me.” And i explained again that i couldnt because i was really sleepy, and my head really hurt. She started complaining and turned around again, while yelling “ ill do it myself then “. Note : this woman can beat the living shit out of a grown adult, can go jogg for one hour and a half, and carry her own grocery baggs. However sometimes yells at me just to carry ONE BAG that only has vegetables and its the weight of one litter of milk only. All my life she used me as a weight carrying dunkey, my back started to get damaged because of that, a small kidd carrying full baggs of grocery shopping 4 times her weight, while she sat at the tv watching her shit and eating. Today my back is beyond repair, and i can barely carry the weight of my own body without getting horrible strikes of pain  that incapacitate me from even moving for the rest of the day. And honestly the fridge was full of food, the freezer too, i havent been eating, what is she going to restock? Shes just feeding herself. She just needed to buy veggies and fruit, and that honestly is just ONE bag. Fast forward, i fell asleep around 13pm and woke up at 8 pm. As soon as i get of my room with the intentions of “eating breakfast” she turns to me and starts questioning if i eaten and if i was going to eat. I told her i was on my way to. She then says “ im gonna make stew, dont you want to make some rice?” I explain to her “ no , because im gonna eat my breakfast now “ She then replies “ yeah i dont care, your gonna make rice now , you dont wanna eat fine but your gonna make for me then” i just stood there looking at her, she then with a more agressive tone “ go wash your hands and make that rice right now” I went to the bathroom, i was mad asf, humiliated. I was going to the kitchen and she yelled “ go make the rice now “ So i replied to her “ yes boss, yes owner “ She started yelling all ofended “ its your duty to -” to wich i cut her off and told her “ why are you complaining , thats what you are, you treat me like a dog, so you’re my owner apparently “ She started ranting and ranting, and i just told her i was doing what she wanted, she shouldnt even be complaining. Then she started laughing and just going like “ you’re so spoiled, you’re a brat, your there pouting so shamefull “ “ and while you’re at that wash my carpet, you shouldve done it weeks ago “ Note : HER CARPET, HER FOOD. A full grown ass woman, cant do her own things, and im the spoiled and brat... She started to continue to try yelling at me, and i  just yelled until she shut up. And apparently reapeating “ im doing what you ordered me to do , why are you still complaining, you should be happy , im doing your things for you “ She eventually shut up. But as soons as im done with everything, i went back into my room without eating anything, i layed back on my bed, and just layed there, defeated, humiliated, crying. My body is not mine, my will is not mine. She then called her friend to talk trash about me on how spoiled i am right outside my door, how ungratefull i am and what a brat i am, and how she does everything for me. What? letting me stay in a room i pay and have payed every since i got my first job? while my two older brothers never did? letting me stay in a house where i clean what i use? where i buy my own food and things? where i just stay in my roon and barely leave so she doesnt get bothered? WOW so amazing, what a hero. The holy mother.

[little-bard]

So I have this idea for gender fluid in the witcher universe. So humor me if you will.

So I’ve seen the idea floated around the community how there could easily be trans people because they could just do the same thing as Yennefer. But obviously, you give up fertility to live in the body you should have been born with. I was thinking traditional non-binary could do it to appear more androgynous if that’s what they wanted as well. But then I started thinking of myself. I’m technically non-binary but I’m gender fluid. And sometimes I want to present highly masc but can’t because of my body but I would also be depressed if I couldn’t present femme anymore on the days where I felt that way.

So here’s my fantasy solution. You can go through the same spell but it’s ever-changing. Whereas Yen’s is a permanent appearance change this is one that changes with your true inner self. You obviously give up being fertile but I’m not sure if it would require more yet. It would obviously mean no casual sex as you don’t want the man you just bedded as a woman to wake up next to a man. Or reverse. And it would be hard to maintain friends because you could have two lives almost but once you maneuver telling the people you’re close to I think it would kinda be like a superpower? Like you can be a wanted criminal as a man and a queen as a woman. I also don’t imagine there being a lot of people who would be gender fluid in the universe. So it’s odd and many people don’t even know it exists. I think I would write a binary gender-fluid character with male and female. But they could be any genders. And it’s not like shapeshifting (I mean kinda but also no?) like strictly still their race and usually still similar looking.

I kinda have an original character in mind, obviously friends with Jaskier because I feel like the little bard draws special people to him. Maybe an Ex-lover? No definitely because Jaskier is bi/pan as heck and being able to love one person who’s both man and women and amazing and sweet. And ATTRACTIVE that’s amazing! Also, this person probably felt the most comfortable letting their pent up sexual energy out with the man Because let’s be honest, Jaskier is a sweetheart and treats them exactly the same no matter if they feel like a different gender in the morning. (Also they’re both huge sluts and enjoy the same things sexually.) And that’s exactly what they needed, someone who cared about them and understand they were one person, just someone who experienced 2 genders and needed to be both to be happy and fulfilled. But they realized they weren’t right for each other and remained best friends.

I imagine them meeting the gang in a female form. Short and curvy, long flowing wavy brown hair a beautiful dress and a soft almost doll-like face all tied together by their piercing green eyes. Jaskier sees them at a random event at court and invites them to travel with the crew to the next town as they’re all heading that way. At first, they’re weary but they agree, as it’s Jaskier there’s no way he would travel with anyone unaccepting of who they were.

Geralt is almost jealous when they arrive to begin the journey with their own horse (a bigger bag too. Normally one person didn’t need that much) and even lets Jaskier ride with them. Jaskier begins playing his lute and singing a song that Geralt isn’t familiar with but they certainly are, as they sing along to his song bird-like voice with a soft and beautiful voice of their own. At camp later too, the two were inseparable. Geralt tried to not stare at them. Jaskier had always been a flirt and could get any person in bed if he wanted to. But it was the familiar feeling between the two that put Geralt on edge. Nobody but him was supposed to those soft smiles on Jaskiers lip or having Jaskier sing them songs only they knew. Geralt felt the Magic on them but he and yen agreed that it was just like the spell on her. Appearance-based nothing more. The two old friends put their bedrolls basically on top of each other and Geralt often heard a small giggle from either one of them throughout the night. He kept his eyes looking up at the sky as to not know if his bard was bedding another.

In the morning Geralt stared shocked, as where there once was a small woman the night before there stood a tall buff man maybe even two inches taller than him. The man had on a simple tunic and leather pants, his hair was longer then Geralt’s and brown and wavy but was pulled up in a bun, he was broad-shouldered but still seemed to have a clumsy air about him, most importantly, he had green piercing eyes. Jaskier was basically hanging off the mans arm as he begged for the man to make him breakfast. All the man did was let out a low deep chuckle. Geralt forced a cough and that alerted the pair to his presence.

“Jaskier.” Geralt basically growled. He was demanding an explanation but the bard was busy trying to shove a pan into the taller person’s hands.

“You didn’t tell them?” The man said as fear ran through his eyes. “Jaskier!” They said in a deep roar. “You always do this”

“I didn’t think it was any of there business Cass! Who you are shouldn’t be that much of a big deal.” Jaskier responded. Geralt was almost hurt that he was being ignored but at least they weren’t being close like before. Somehow them fighting calmed him. “Also I don’t always do this.”

“Oh yeah? What about that time you basically demanded we have a threesome with that warrior woman? We bedded her as two men. You remember how you promised me, you would make sure I got to our room that night before the morning in case I wasn’t the same and it put our lives in danger? You know I get sleepy after sex! But you wanted another round so you let me fall asleep then and then you did after. Remember her reaction when she woke up and a woman was curled into her side? She almost killed us for ‘tricking’ her!” This statement did not calm Geralt. Especially coming from the beefy man in front of him. Jaskier definitely had a type. By now yen was awake and listening intently. It’s almost as if you could see the popcorn in her hand. Both of them were slowly piecing, where the women had disappeared to, together though.

“I thought you liked when I demanded you. You know you could have always said no. I only did that because of both of our enjoyment.” Jaskier genuinely looked worried and stepped closer to the other person before him, resting a soft hand on their arm.

“Jask, you know it’s not that. I did enjoy it...” they suddenly got quiet, becoming more aware of the others around them. “...can we not discuss my sexual desires in front of a witcher and a sorceress, please? I was saying you normally forget how hard it is for people to understand who I am. Not everyone is you Jaskier. Some people like a heads up that the women they met yesterday is now a man who looks like he weight lifts 3 cows every morning.”

“I know I’m sorry. I just forgot it’s not normal. You’re one of the most important people in my life, I just assumed others would judge you on character, not gender.” Jaskier apologized in a soft voice.

“It’s fine. I know you don’t mean harm.” They smiled and picked up Jaskier for a strong hug. Jaskier let out a giggle and hugged them back.

Geralt coughed letting them know of his presence once more. The taller person pulled away from the hug with a deep blush.

“Oh, I guess I’ll formally introduce myself as Jaskier didn’t. I’m Cass. Born Lady Cassandra. Jask likes to joke it’s actually short for Casanova. I have a similar spell as Yennefer if what Jaskier tells me and what I know about sorceresses is true. But mine is a bit more complicated. I don’t feel one gender or the other. I feel both but normally at different times. I settled mine with changing each day based on how my true self felt when the sun rises.” They extend their hand for Geralt to shake. He grabs it hesitantly.

“So your Jaskiers lover?” Yennefer asks bluntly.

“Ex-lover. No need to fear dear sorceress, I’m very much free for the taking.” They said with a chuckle and wink. “Me and Jask work much better at friends. So you need not worry either Witcher! I promise to not lay an ill-intentioned finger on your little bard. But if you don’t soon someone will. I mean unless you're not into small boys, if that’s that case I’ll over myself then” They laughed and it was deep and jolly. It felt like it could shake the whole forest.

“Cass!” Jaskier lept back into the conversation and slapped the other. “Stop flirting with my friends. They’ll start to like you more than me. Go make breakfast, Geralt always burns it.” He shoved the pan at them while pushing them to the fire.

OKAY IM STOPPING THERE.

Basically, I needed to get this out of my system to focus on actual fics. But it was really cute in my head. I hope you enjoyed 💕

[lavishedinjimin]

coffee break -> jhs

↳ pairing: hoseok x reader ↳ genre: mover!hoseok, fluff ↳ word count: 2.1k ↳ warnings: none — synopsis: Just a simple coffee break with the cute mover boy wouldn’t hurt at all -- right? 

a/n: This is a little short oneshot idea that I had for Hobi! I hope you guys like it x

You didn’t know why you would think that moving to a new home was easy.

It wasn’t.

There were huge boxes and loads omnipresent as the moving company that you hired scurried everywhere to get everything done quickly. You had your hair up in a bun so that your hair wouldn’t disturb you as you were double-checking every detail.

“Excuse me miss—” a man carrying two medium-sized boxes say as he tried to move through the hallway.

“O-Oh, sorry,” you quickly move away, letting him pass.

Looking around you, it seems like everything was going smoothly. The house was getting emptier as each hour passes by. At this exact moment, you notice how large the area of your living room was without the huge unnecessary coffee table in the middle. That darn table – which did nothing as it only murdered your poor little toe every once in a while.  

You walked out of the house and observed how they were transferring loads inside a large truck. People were constantly going in and out to get all the remaining items, and you tried to calm yourself down with the number of people around your house. Everything was happening so quickly for you to completely wrap your head around it.

On top of that, it was five in the morning, and you were yawning every three minutes.

“Wait, wait!” you stopped a man carrying a purple box that you intended to put your expensive china tea sets in. He pauses immediately and looks at you with a little smile. 

“Don’t worry, miss Y/n, I know.” He gestures to the bold red letters that you wrote on top of the box – ‘PLEASE BE CAREFUL! THIS IS MORE EXPENSIVE THAN ANY OF OUR LIVES COMBINED’.

You laughed at yourself, slightly embarrassed as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Okay, I trust you—” your eyes fly to the name tag attached on his blue shirt, reading his name, “Hoseok.”

The man smiles wide, witnessing how his eyes turn into little crescents. He seemed to be the same age as you, his black hair parted in the middle, dimples appearing on his cheeks as he grins.

You didn’t know what it was, but there was something about his appearance that wanted you to know him better. He just looked like a person that anyone can get along with. You watch him place the box carefully inside the truck, placing it specifically against a corner, other boxes compelling against it so that it wouldn’t move along the ride. He smiles brightly at you once he was done, raising a thumbs up.

“How long have you lived here?” He suddenly asks, joining you as you walked back inside the almost-empty house. You cross your arms in front of your chest as you think. “About four years. I decided to move because this area is so far from my workplace, and I have to drive for a long time."

“Yeah, I understand. And especially with all the traffic and all that,” He speaks and you nod your head. “Mhmm, and I really hate it when I arrive late. But with the new house, the ride is only thirty minutes.”

Hoseok attentively listens. He has now ditched all of his responsibilities and was latched onto you like a fly over a lightbulb. Maybe it was how you looked with your hair up in a messy bun, or how the morning light shone over your face – illuminating it, he just thought that you looked so beautiful. He finds it cute whenever you’d get hassled, or how you’d still feel so sleepy when he catches you yawn every now and then. He was utterly attracted to you the first time he laid his very own eyes on yours.

You and Hoseok didn’t think of anything much about the situation – a little conversation between loads can do no harm, right?

“Oh, do you want some coffee?” You asked him. You had previously prepared your coffee maker earlier this morning for the workers. And by the looks of his reaction, he apparently didn’t know. Hoseok quirks an eyebrow up, “There’s coffee?”

You giggled at his response, grabbing his wrist as you quickly brought him to the kitchen. Hoseok, on the other hand, felt sparks ignite his body when he felt your touch. Sure, other employees were staring at the two of you, but he was too in his feelings to care. He hasn’t felt this way in a long time, and it felt almost new to him. A smile crept up his lips when you led him to the wooden island where a coffee maker stands in the middle.

“I asked almost everyone if they wanted some coffee – but only one person agreed.” Hoseok smirks as he watches you get a new clean mug and prepare his drink.

“Am I that one?” he grins, and something about that smug look on his face made you blush the slightest bit.

You look down, chuckling as you poured the hot liquid. “Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. His laugh fills the room, and you could’ve sworn that you’ve never heard such a wonderful laugh like his.

Once you were done, he held the mug and carefully bringing it up to his lips, blowing on the hot steaming liquid a little bit. “Thank you, angel.”

Angel? Did he really just called you that?

You watched him as he sipped on his drink casually, as if nothing has happened. Maybe that was a normal thing for him? Nevertheless, your cheeks were painted in a shade of red, getting a bit shy. You immediately looked away in embarrassment once he locked eyes with yours. “Uhh, anyway –”

“Jung Hoseok!” a male voice suddenly calls from the doorway and you both whip your head to his direction. You notice how the man looks at Hoseok, then at the coffee on his hands, then at you and he smirks. “When you’re finished with your coffee can you please lend a hand with Jaeho to carry the last few boxes?”

Hoseok nods once, “Sure, I’ll get to it as soon as possible.”

You watch as the man exits as he carries a large yellow box on his hands. You snort when you remember that those were your books that you still ought to read.

“Umm, Y/n?” Hoseok says to grab your attention and you swiftly look at his eyes. “Yes?”

“If you don’t mind me asking…” he drags his sentence out and you quirk an eyebrow up, “do you have a boyfriend? O-or someone you’re currently into?”

Your eyes widen in surprise, not expecting him to ask you that question. You felt your cheeks redden, a smile forming your lips involuntarily. “Um,” you look down on the floor, trying to hide your blush. “I don’t.”

Hoseok chuckles at your cuteness, taking a sip on his hot drink. He felt relieved on the inside, the question that he was dying to know earlier this morning finally out of his chest. His heart jumped when you looked back up at him, eyes locked together.

“T-that’s great,” he stammered a little bit as he couldn’t hide his smile.

“Great?” You smirked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Yeah.” He stated simply. He had a playful look on his face, and you knew what those eyes mean. But you didn’t want to jump into any more conclusions, though. You didn’t think about it too much.

Soon enough, Hoseok finishes his mug and places it on the sink, turning the faucet on but you were faster to move him away. “Hey, hey,” you giggled, “I’ll do it.”

Hoseok chuckles as he observes you washing the mug. You feel his eyes at the back of your head and you quickly spin around, “Aren’t you supposed to help someone?” you smile up at him.

“Oh, right,” he claps his hand once, making you laugh quietly, “I’ll go ahead.”

You sigh once he’s disappeared from your vision and you continue to wash the mug. Hoseok seemed like a pretty cool guy, and he was nice to be around. The two of you somehow clicked instantly, and it feels like you have known him for a very long time whenever you talk to him. He always has this certain grin whenever he talks, and just thinking about his smile makes you smile.

~

You were a very sentimental person, that’s for sure. You couldn't help but reminisce the past memories that were created in your old house. It was one of the big purchases that you had, and it will always have a place in your heart. 

However, you mentally prepare yourself for the number of boxes and items you have to work with. You only wished that everything can just magically organize themselves in a single snap of your fingers – but that’s not real life, sadly.

You sigh once you parked at the front of your new house, climbing up the white steps and you jiggled the key in the lock. Opening the door, you snort at the sight. The image that you had in your head was clearly the same as it is in front of you. Boxes were piled up – neatly – in the living room, all shapes and colors.

“This will be a long night,” you muttered to yourself.

In an instant, your eyes caught an unfamiliar bright blue box settled in the middle of the kitchen island as you were taking a look around the house. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you didn’t remember packing anything in a blue box like this. Should you ignore it and just place it somewhere else? Or should you look inside?

Your instincts went with option two and carefully opened the box with nimble fingers. Your mind went to the moving company, thinking that someone might’ve left this here because they were the previous ones to enter the house. Could it be a housewarming gift from them? You find yourself chuckling at your own thoughts, shaking your head.

Once you opened the lid, you gasp when you saw the coffee maker that you used yesterday. Memories of you and Hoseok came into mind, and your hand immediately flies to cover your mouth in shock. You spot a piece of paper beside it, and you quickly pick it up and read it.

‘Y/n, I think that you forgot to pack this up, so I did it for you. No worries though, think of this as a reverse housewarming gift! Also, I think we should hang out sometime. 

Here’s my number, __, hit me up whenever you see this ;) 

Hoseok.’ 

You could’ve sworn that you’ve never smiled any brighter than this moment. You grab your phone from your back pocket in excitement, immediately dialing the written numbers. Your hands were sweaty as you waited for him to pick up, your foot tapping on the marble floor in anticipation. You truly felt like a giddy little high school girl at this time. 

“Hello?” his voice spoke through the line, and you felt your heart jump. Your other hand flies up to play with your bottom lip involuntarily. 

“Hey, it’s me, Y/n.” 

Hoseok can hear the smile in your voice, making him chuckle. He runs a hand through his hair, leaning his back on the chair he was sitting on. “You read the note?” 

“Mhmm, I did. Thanks for packing up my coffee maker by the way.” You spoke as you turn your body around to lean against the island. You can hear him laugh over the phone which was music to your ears. “It’s not a problem angel, don’t worry. Have you start unpacking yet?” 

“Absolutely not,” you laughed, shaking your head. “I haven’t even started.” 

“Do you want me to come over and help you if you want? You know you can’t do all of that on your own.” 

“Is that your form of ‘hanging out’?” You playfully said, but you had no problem with it at all. You just wanted to be with him, whatever circumstance it might be. 

“...Well kind of, yeah.” he giggled, “You’re talking to a mover boy, Y/n.”

“Okay, okay,” you said in defeat, “You can come over, Hoseok.” 

“Great, I’ll be there in twenty. See you.” You said your goodbye and he was the first to leave the call. You sighed, clutching your phone to your chest. “Who knew you’d like a mover boy, Y/n,” you spoke to yourself, “all started from those darn teacups.” Speaking of which, your eyes widened as you immediately scurried back to the living room to find the purple box, wanting to see if something happened to your precious China tea set. 

~ 

a/n: I didn’t know how to end this, but oop oh well. Give it a note if you liked it, it will really inspire me to do more <3

[kooksnoodle]

Mom-Friend

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Summary: Namjoon has always been a close friend of yours, he was the mom friend for your childish ways. Everything was great until Namjoon started talking to people more ‘mature’ making things a bit more clear to the both of you.

Genre: friends to lovers, school au, fluff/angst

Everyday, before class, Namjoon and you had a spot. It was the 3rd bench from the left, outside of the school. And there you were, the 3rd bench from the left, alone. You frowned. Namjoon was usually here before you, and you’re left waiting for him.

Looking around to see all the students walking around, you looked for Namjoon. “I have to tell him about what happened with my date.” You said getting flashbacks of your miserable date you had the night before.

It was fine. The date was okay, but the boy left and you had to pay. You were lucky to bring your wallet, but the point was, you knew Namjoon would help you out. How? No one knows. Namjoon was just the answer to everything.

“(Y/n).” You look up to see the boy standing in front of you. “Sorry. Did you wait long?” He asked worried. “Did your date go well?” Namjoon asked sitting down next to you, letting you lay your head on his shoulder.

“He made me pay the whole bill.” You said quietly making Namjoon raise an eyebrow. “Then, he told me he had a girlfriend.”

Namjoon made a face. “What.” Was the only thing he said leading to a silence. “Who would do such a thing? You have to be careful! There’s so many people like that who trick you, and you never know it! You have to think before you do-“ Namjoon stops and sighs. “Don’t date. No one wants a child.”

A child. You sat up and glared at Namjoon. “I am not a child.”

Namjoon rose an eyebrow. “I always have to come over when your parents are out just to cook for you. Everyday I check if you’re taking care of yourself. You’re basically a child.”

You got up and stubbornly pout. “I don’t!” You said leaving Namjoon to go to your class.

As you walked to your class, you thought. Why was Namjoon late anyway? You forgot to ask him. You only told him about your date and left. “Excuse me.” A girl says stopping from walking and thinking. Pretty. “Can you help me around?” She asked smiling. “I’m Dalhee.”

-

The girl came with you all day, and you two got along okay. Even though you two didn’t know anything about each other, you made it through half of the day with her. “Namjoon!” You called waving with Dalhee next to you. “Let’s go.” You said to her before going to Namjoon.

The three of you sat at the spot you and Namjoon sit at. “(Y/n). Did you forget your lunch..?” Namjoon said looking through your bag.

You smiled awkwardly while Dalhee gave a confused look. “I forget my lunch for today.” You said making Namjoon sigh. “It’s okay! I’m on a diet.” You said giving him a thumbs up.

“It’s not that hard (Y/n). You always have food ready in the fridge. All you have to do is take it.”

“It’s okay! I’m on a diet. I just told-“

“Look. I made food for you and you-“

“You cook?” Dalhee said interrupting Namjoon. Namjoon looked at her and blushed. “That’s really cool. I cook too, but I never met a guy who liked cooking.” She said smiling.

Namjoon’s face was red. You rose an eyebrow and watched the two of them talk about cooking. They talked about other things they can do while you just... sat there. Not even eating, because you had no lunch. “I’ll get water.” You said to them getting up to the vending machine. They didn’t even notice you!

Were you mad? Yes. You took out coins from your pocket to put into the machine. Were you mad that you’re not the center of attention?... Gosh. Maybe you were a kid.

You went back to the spot and saw Namjoon out his number into Dalhee’s phone. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a normal conversation. I spend most of my time yelling at (Y/n), that I forgot I can talk normally.” He said making Dalhee laugh. Ouch.

“Is it okay if I come again? We can make each other lunch if you want. I want to eat the food you cook too.” Dalhee said making Namjoon nod. “We should hang out some time.”

“Please. I’m tired of being a mom-friend. All I do is look after (Y/n), it’s more than stressful.”

You couldn’t be mad at Dalhee. She was just a naturally good person. A nice girl who’s really pretty and can cook. Maybe it was good for Namjoon to have a friend like her.

[Hoseok]: lets go on a date again. ill do it right this time.

[You]: fine.

You sat back down with Namjoon and Dalhee and drank your water. “I’m going back to class. Do you know your way around already?” You asked Dalhee. She nodded. “I’ll see you later.” She said as you left her with Namjoon.

“(Y/n).” You wanted it to be Namjoon who called you, but sadly it was Hoseok. “I’m so sorry about yesterday. I promise, I’ll treat you better. I don’t have a girlfriend, and I’ll pay you back with tonight.” He said winking.

“I’m not in the mood.” You said walking past him, causing him to grab your arm.

“Meet me tonight. I really want to make this work.” He said before letting you go.

-

For the rest of the school day, you spent it with Dalhee. Helping her out around the school and everything else, but every time you look at her, you felt jealous.

That your closest friend gets annoyed because you act like a child. After school, Dalhee went home in some car that came to pick her up, and you just walked home by yourself without Namjoon.

Going into your empty house, since your parents were busy working, you just flopped down on the couch ignoring the notifications you were getting on your phone. Just kidding. It was getting annoying.

[Namjoon]: where are you?

[You]: home. I don’t feel good, so don’t come today.

[Namjoon]: ? You were fine a while ago? Are you okay? I saw you talking to Hoseok. Are you going to see him again?

[You]: probably.

[Namjoon]: are you okay? You’re not acting like you

[You]: Im just tired.

You place your phone beside you and sighed. Letting your eyelids get heavier, there’s loud knocking at your door. Groaning and struggling to get up, you opened the door to see Namjoon with worry all over his face. “Are you okay-“

“Go home.” You said smiling at him. “I’m going to take a nap, so you don’t have to waste your time here.”

Namjoon looked even more worried. “At least let me get your meals ready-“

“It’s okay. I’ll get it ready myself.” You said closing the door, but Namjoon’s foot stopped it. He opened the door and let himself in. “Namjoon. What are you doing-“

He let out a sigh. “Jesus. You have me stressed all the time (Y/n).” Namjoon said going to your kitchen.

“I just told you that you can go. What are you doing here?” You asked frowning. Go hang out and cook with Dalhee. “I have a date later. You don’t have to do anything.” You said stopping Namjoon from taking out food from your kitchen.

Namjoon looked at you with that mom look. “Why are you going on a date with Hoseok? Didn’t you learn from-“

“Because I want to.”

“Why?”

“What if I like Hoseok?” You said making Namjoon silent. “I wouldn’t go if I didn’t want to.” You said lying.

Namjoon didn’t say anything, so there was an awkward silence. “You just said you didn’t like him today. Why-“

“He wants to make us work.” You making Namjoon more stiff. “When we start dating, I’ll be out of your way. You don’t have to cook for me, and check up on me. None of that. Kim Namjoon gets to sit back and relax like what he wants.” You said giving him a thumbs up.

The boy just stood there. He groaned in frustration. “God. You’re stressing me out-“

“Well then go. So I don’t bother you anymore.” You were hurt, but you didn’t want him to know that. Namjoon was a good person, and you were the one holding him down. After all, showing that you were hurt would make you look sensitive.

Namjoon left everything where it was and walked past you and out of your home. Ouch. It hurt. You did this to yourself, maybe because you were so stubborn?

[You]: never mind. Im not going on our date.

-

That next day, you felt alone. Namjoon was basically the only person you talk to that was actually your friend. As you walk to your morning spot, you see him with Dalhee, having a good time. Obviously.

“I have no where to go.” You said to yourself just heading to your classroom and fell asleep on the desk.

Namjoon was waiting for you that morning though. Dalhee happened to see him, and started talking to him. “Hey. Have you seen (Y/n)?” He asked her making give a confused look. The girl shook her head making Namjoon more worried.

Maybe he should’ve said something to you. He knew how you were, and it made him even more worried. What if you didn’t eat at all yesterday? Diet? Since when did you care about that?

“I’ll walk you to your class.” Namjoon said to Dalhee. He knew you’d be there, since after all, you guys had the same class.

Dalhee was going on about her first day yesterday, and it wasn’t the bad. Namjoon enjoyed talking to her and everything, but it was getting boring. “There’s always this boy around (Y/n).” She said getting Namjoon’s attention. “Hoseok? I think that was his name.” She making Namjoon more interested.

“He’s always trying to talk to her, so I always thought she was a serious person because of how she talks to him. Then, I see the way she talks to you.” She said smiling. “You guys look like a better pair than her with Hoseok.”

Namjoon shook his head. “I’ve been around longer. We aren’t a pair at all.” He said making her surprised.

“You guys look cute together.” She making Namjoon shake his head again.

“I’m basically her mom.” Dalhee opened the door to the classroom, and Namjoon saw you sleeping.

He laughed a bit. “She didn’t even comb her hair.” Namjoon mumbled. He went over to you and petted your hair softly. “Wake up. Don’t sleep here.” He said quietly making you whine.

He squatted down to your level. “(Y/n).” Namjoon said looking at your sleepy face.

“Go away.” You said with your eyes half open.

Namjoon frowned. “(Y/n). Talk to me.” He said petting your hair. Dalhee awkwardly spoke up. “Namjoon. You’re not in this class, so you should go to class now.”

The boy sighed. “I don’t care if I’m late. We’re going to talk right now.” He said making you lift your head from the desk. “I said leave.” You said glaring at him.

Dalhee had a worry look on her face. “Namjoon. (Y/n) isn’t in a good mood so maybe you should go. You can talk to her later.”

“Yeah.” You agreed. “Leave me alone and listen to your girlfriend.” You said sounding more petty than planned.

Taken back by your words, Namjoon just stared at you. Were you jealous? Of Dalhee? Some girl he met yesterday? Before he could tell you she nothing compared to you, he remembered Dalhee being right next to him. “We can talk later.” Namjoon said before leaving the class room.

Dalhee didn’t talk to you at all, which you were completely fine with. The whole day people kept coming up to you asking if you and Namjoon broke up, even though the two of you weren’t dating to begin with.

Once the lunch bell rang, Namjoon ran to your class. He didn’t care if people thought he was being extra, he actually he did so he covered his face while running. “(Y/n)-“ Namjoon stopped himself as he saw you with Hoseok. Hoseok’s arm resting on your shoulder pulling you closer to him. Your uncombed hair wasn’t as bad as it was in the morning.

You two looked like a real couple. Namjoon watched you push Hoseok away, but your pushing didn’t have an effect. “Baby. Stop.” Hoseok said pulling you close to him.

“I told you I don’t like you.” You said annoyed. Hoseok sighed. “At least that boy you’re always with isn’t here to stop-“

“Well. I am.” Namjoon said coming up to Hoseok. “If she says she doesn’t like you, just leave her alone.” He said making Hoseok sigh. “If she’s a single girl, then I’m pretty sure-“

“She’s with me.” Namjoon said making your eyes widen. “She’s always with me. That’s why I stress about her so damn much. I always want to know if she’s okay or if she’s taking care of herself. It’s all because I like her. And I’m sure, I like her much more than you do.”

You push Hoseok away from you. “Stop Joon. You can’t just say that just because I haven’t-“

“But I’m not just saying this.” Namjoon cutting you off. You turned to Hoseok and told him you’d talk to him later before grabbing Namjoon’s hand, dragging him to your lunch spot. “I’m being serious (Y/n).”

You turn to Namjoon frustrated. “Shut up.” The both of you were quiet, the noise was the students in the school who were rushing to get their lunch. “You don’t like me.”

“But I do.” Namjoon said sighing. “I really do. I found out today. That I worry about you, that I can’t stand any boy you date, and the fact you thought Dalhee was a better replacement of you. When, obviously, she isn’t.” He said making you feel heat in your face. “I didn’t think it was true, but you jealous over a girl I met yesterday? Are you that slow?”

“Namjoon.” You said a bit offended with his choice of words. “Look. Maybe you’re just use to having me around-“

Your words were cut off with Namjoon’s lips over yours. It felt as if time has stopped and that your lips were in perfect fit for each other. You didn’t pull away. You didn’t push him. The moment stayed.

Namjoon pulled away instead. “I don’t want to be that ‘mom-friend’. I want to be your boyfriend. And, it might be rushed but take your time. Please.”

-

And so, Namjoon waited for your answer. His motherly instincts kicked in everyday, and there wasn’t a time where you weren’t with Namjoon. Ever since he confessed his love for you, he’s gotten more touchy. (And you’d never admit it, but you did too.)

There you two were, in your home watching TV. Namjoon’s hand resting on your inner thigh as you watched a animated series on your television. “Joon. Stop.” You said feeling him get even closer to you.

“No.” Namjoon said making you stiffen as he plants his lips on your cheeks. “Did you know that I love you?” He asked.

“Well, bet you didn’t know that I love you too.” You said wanting Namjoon’s lips on yours.

“Finally.”

Mom-Friend upgrades to Boyfriend.

[kpopisthereasonihavenolife]

Who’s Crushing on the New Manager? [1]

Monsta X

Son Hyunwoo (Shownu)/Reader [F]

Words: 2.8k

Genre: Fluff

Others: Intro / Shownu / Wonho / Minhyuk / Kihyun / Hyungwon / Jooheon / IM

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“I’m Y/N, I’ll be in your care.”

Her voice was just as soft and warm as her smile.  It didn’t take much, but those few seconds.  He already knew that that soft fluttering in his stomach was none other than a small crush, ready to blossom into so much more.

Shownu cleared his throat and kept his professionalism in check as he bowed back to her, eyes locking back with her as he straightened his spine.  

“Hyunw- uh, I mean Shownu.”  You chuckled at him, as he stopped himself from introducing himself with his given name.  You nodded to him, an amused smile on your face.

“Yes, I know who you are, I am your manager after all.”  Your chuckle almost made his cheeks heat along with the pounding in his chest.  Of course you knew, he didn’t really need to introduce himself.  The short conversation was interrupted by the official who spoke up before he turned to leave.

“Please take Ms. Y/L/N to the studio and introduce the rest of the boys to her.  And Please, don’t scare her off.”  You giggled at his smirk and Shownu just rolled his eyes playfully before the official took off to wherever he came from. Shownu looked at you, your face turned slightly away from him as you watched the man walk off.  

Your profile was just as magnificent as looking at your face head on.  He was already convinced you owned every angle and didn’t have a bad one.  When you looked back to him, he kept looking at you. You two just stared at each other for a moment before he smoothly angled his body to silently lead you.

“Shall we?  I have a feeling the boys are getting rowdy and anxious.”  You chuckled, which made him smile.  

“What makes you think so?”

“Call it a leader’s instinct.”  

“Is it as good as what we women call intuition?”  He sucked in a breath through his teeth playfully.

“I don’t know about that.”  And with that short interaction, he silently followed you to where the rest of the boys were.  And when you arrived, he was spot on. It was quite a sight.

Chankyun was in a corner, just screaming?  For no reason? Minhyuk was running around, chasing Jooheon for God knows why.  Hyungwon was sitting on the couch, seemingly normal, until you notice the lump that is under his rear was most definitely not the couch, but Wonho’s back.  The younger boy pushing the older into the cushions.  And Kihyun had emerged dramatically with his ipad in his hand, belting a note that was stable, but, coming from him, was rusty in sound.  

Shownu just stood where he was, and put his hand on his forehead, moving his finger to pinch the bridge of his nose and just breath.  Why? Why were they like this?  Was it because they had a new manager?  No, that couldn’t be it, could it?  They hadn’t done this before?

While he stood there, he heard you cover your mouth, the slap of your palm hitting your lips catching his ear.  He looked down at you through his fingers and noticed your red face and shaking shoulders. He was about to question you, making sure you were okay when you burst out laughing.  

You laughed loud as you clutched at your stomach, nearly untucking your shirt with how hard you gripped it.  Soon, the chaos that was the boys calmed down and they all swarmed around you, smiles and laughter of their own.  Minhyuk was the one that came to your free side and slung an arm over your shoulder, before Shownu smacked it off.  

It was bad manners.  Yeah, that’s why he did it.  

When all the laughter died to just chuckled and harsh breaths, introductions finally began. They introduced themselves one by one, with cheesy titles attached to their names, like ‘sexiest member’, ‘softest’, ‘cutest’, etc.  When they were done, you just told them that an introduction was necessary for their part, but it was appreciated anyways.  You gave your name and then happily told them that you would enjoy working with them.  

The energy that they radiated was contagious and it just made a person smile.  That first day wasn’t too much, and all you did was get to know the members.  And soon that day ended and you went back to your apartment while the boys when to the dorms.   

The next day, the boys were to go to a showcase for their fans, as well as hold an interview about their next album and, of course, other music related questions.  So, the day had started early for them, earlier for you.  You had woken up early, getting all the schedule times down before hopping in your car to get to the building and then follow the van the boys use to travel in.  

When you had stopped at the dorms, you watched the 7 sleepy boys amble out in their clothes, masks and caps on as they all piled in the van.  A few offered small waves to you, but it took a lot for them to properly function with so little rest.  You felt bad for them as you let out your own small yawn.  

Then, you were off again and before you knew it, you were getting out before them and waiting at the entrance of the building they were using. A bit more awake, some of them had questioned and complimented your attire.  You were in casual clothing today, and would start to dress this way unless something came up that required you to dress up again.  

Dark jeans that hugged your legs, a t-shirt tucked only in the back slightly, a black jacket and your shoes. Your hair was down and a cap was on your head to hide your, probably now tamed, bed hair that a brush couldn’t get rid of.

“The casual look today?” Shownu had approached you as the boys walked in front of you, maneuvering through the halls.  You nodded to him, looking at the piece of paper in your hands as you walked, reading through what they were doing and when today.  

“Yeah.  I only dressed in a business casual attire yesterday because I had to finish up paperwork in the main building offices.  But, since I’m working and on my feet most of the time, and since it’s not like i have a dress code to follow, I’ll be dressing more or less like this.  Unless, of course, I’m asked to dress up.”  He nodded at you, it made sense.  Part of him felt bad for the life of a manager.  He had a hard enough time working with the hard schedule.

Recordings, little rest, sometimes finding hard times to stop and eat well, filming, editing, photo shots, travel; it was all a lot sometimes.  But, he felt like managers had it a tad worse.  With them having to work before the schedules, always be ready at all times, make adjustments in their own time, even when they should be having a break.  They were a big step in the hypothetical drawing board that is the life of an idol.  

And even if they didn’t show it as much as they wished they did, every one of the boys respected their manager, and every other staff member who would work with them.  They were all hard working and talented people with skills that flourish to new extents.  

And, with that first, tiring, fun, fan-filled day rapidly moving by, everything fell into place.  Day after day passed with you as their manager and everyone of them getting a specific relationship with you across.  Some like brothers, some playful friends, but there was one member whose line was blurred, and not distinguished like the others.  

None other than Son Hyunwoo.  

The leader of the group would always be polite, and would always seem so calm around you, but if you turned away or left the room, he would basically crumple into his chair or into the couch or steal longing stares your way until you looked back to him, in which he promptly turned his head.  

Point was, he did a bad job of hiding the fact he had a crush on you. Your personality was infectious, happy and full of smiles.  Even when the schedule was packed and times were tough, you always tried your best to make sure they were feed, safe and happy.  Putting a smile on everyone’s face no matter what the obstacle.  

That in itself was attractive to Shownu, not to mention your maturity in which you handle situations.  You would be this fun, playful, prankster at times, but when it really counted, you would turn into this professional manager with every fact, piece of information, time and number ready on the tip of your tongue to any question.  

You astonished him.  Yet, you never seemed to know his gazes.  You were oblivious to it even.  He didn’t know if you were just too busy to notice, which would be logical, or if you were just oblivious in nature to notice these things, or if you were just uninterested.  He didn’t know.  

However, you may not have noticed him, but everyone else did.  Namely his team.  And they did not let him leave it down.

They would tease him in the dorms, and behind closed doors openly, and if you were around, they’d just shot him looks or one member would put on a dramatic two way romance with another member.  But, even if they gave him crap, they thought the idea of you two as a couple was cute as hell and supported it with their whole heart.  

Then one day, he somehow worked up the courage to tell you.  Tell you everything.  And how it happened surprised even himself, as it was a spur of the moment.  

The boys had a rare day to themselves, and many stayed at the dorms, and so you decided to pay them a visit as a friend, not a manager that day.  It was a fun filled day until you had to leave and it had already gotten quite late, so Shownu had offered to take one of their cars and drive you back to your apartment.  

You agreed as the two left the house and he did as he intended.  He drove you, dropped you off, said your goodbyes and he left.  But, it wasn’t until about the halfway point back to the dorms, where he suddenly stopped, turned around and was driving back to your apartment building.

He don’t know why he did this, or what made him do it.  Maybe he was finally fed up with hiding it, or maybe he just was thinking irrationally, he had no idea.  He had no clue what he was doings, what he would say, or why he would say it.  He just thought of you and that fueled everything on.  Everything he was unsure about, but he was concrete on what he would do tonight, reject or accepted.

He’d tell you everything.  

So, when he parked in the parking garage and ran out of the car, and up to your floor, he was out of breath as he rang the bell by the small box speaker by your door.  When you came over the speaker to see who it was, all he did was ask to be let in, in which, surprised you ran to the door in a frenzy and opened it up.  

He nearly melted at the sight of you.  Apparently, he had been gone long enough for you to wash the makeup off your face and change into a pair of pj pants littered in small bears and a white tank top.  He chuckled at your pants, seeing the bears as you offered him inside.  He stepped in, but didn’t leave the door within 5 feet.  You looked at him quizzically.  

“Hyunwoo?  What’s wrong?”  That was another thing he loved about you.  You always called him by his real name when it was just the two of you.  It was something so small, but he didn’t want his name to be said by anyone else like that.  

“I have a problem, and I think you’re the only one who can help me figure it out.  I don’t care what the outcome is, I just need closure.  To get it out.”  He was still slightly out of breath.  You didn’t know what he was talking about, and you bit back the red threatening to erupt your face and secretly gripped at your pants to keep your breathing and heart rate in check.  

You tried to offer him inside, for water or something to calm him down.  But, once again all he did was stand there.  In the doorway, staring at you.  Through you almost.  

“Hyunwoo, just come inside.  We can talk about it when you’ve had time to catch-”

“I like you, okay?” You nearly fell over.  The red you had suppressed now overpowered you and started to spread over your cheeks and nose.  Your gripped your pants tighter, less secretly now.  “I know your busy, busier than me-”

“You know I’m not busier than you.”  You interrupted, but he kept talking like you hadn’t.

“-But I had to tell you before anyone else did.  I’ve always thought you were cute, but it kept growing in my head and my chest and now all I do is stare and admire and just want to be here.”  There was silence as you focused your eyes on his shirt, his plain white shirt as you felt his eyes bore into your face.  

“I said I wouldn’t mind the outcome, reject me or not, I-”  You whipped your head up, eyes blown and red littered on you face.

“Why would I reject you?!”  Your quickly slapped your hands over your mouth, turning redder still, as you wanted to crawl into a hole and just hide.  “I-I mean, who would do that?  Reject the opportunity to possibly be in a relationship with such a good man?  That’s just crazy talk, or maybe I’m talking crazy, or just… I’m crazy.”  You huffed as you bent down to the floor, hugging you knees and hiding your embarrassed face into them.  

The boys had been picking fun at you for month and your loud crush for their leader.  It was a typical ‘we know, they don’t scenario they found themselves in.  You thought you had been the only one who was teased in private, but hearing it from Shownu, he probably got the same treatment.  It almost made you laugh.  

You jumped as you felt your wrist being grabbed along with your opposite arm and then your body being pulled back to your feet.  Once you were nearly straightened up, you then were pushed into a chest as arms wrapped around your shoulders.  Your breath hitched as you felt a chuckle rumble from Shownu’s chest and into your ear.  

“Your warm.”  You pouted and wanted to hit at his sides, but your arms felt like jelly.  It was like you had no control of your body.  

“Shut up. It’s rude to tease you manager.”  He chuckled again, rubbing your back in a way that made your eyes droop.  He was one of the few members who knew of your constant back pain, so the little action did a lot of you and your racing heart no doubt.  

“But, your more than my manager, so I think it’s okay.”  You felt your pulse in your hands and arms, heart quickening more and more.  

“More?”  Your voice rose an octave, cracking slightly as you asked him to elaborate.  That same chuckle hit your ears for the third time.  A fourth and you’d probably drop to your knees again, slipping from his arms.  

“You’re my manager, sure, but you’re also someone special.  A friend, an important person, and if you give me the pleasure of saying ‘yes’, then you can have the chance of being my girlfriend.”  You wanted to whine at him, he was being too sweet, too smooth for himself.  He was confidence, because part of him knew.  He knew you couldn’t say no.

“If you stay the night, I’ll be more inclined to say yes.”  You all but whispered into his chest.  You wanted to try and take some control of the situation, but ultimate, Shownu saw through your attempted and pulled his phone from his back pocket. 

He quickly sent a text to the group chat he had with the guys, saying he’d be staying with you for the night and that she’d drive him to the dorm tomorrow when their schedule picks back up.  Of course a few cracks came afterwards, but it was done.  

Now, you were his, and he wasn’t ready to let you go for at least the next 100 years or longer.  Depending on how long his life is.  Point being, you were his for the rest of his life, and you had no qualms about it.  

You were his manager, but now, you were just his, as he was yours.  For a long, long time.  

[jewelphan]

Caught Up in a Dream - Ch. 1

Summary: Dan is Phil’s best friend, and he has been for the better half of the year. The only problem is that Dan doesn’t exist, not really. Dan is just a person who appears in Phil’s dreams; someone who’s made up. At least, that’s what Phil believes.

Word Count (for this chapter): 1.7k

Warnings (for this chapter): none 

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Phil’s mind had been very jumbled lately. In the past week he had been surged with thousands of thoughts. Granted, these thoughts only orbited around one thing, or rather, one person: Dan Howell. More specifically, the day he met Dan. The day was still clear in his mind as if it had happened yesterday, the day he met the boy with those chocolate brown eyes with hair to match. Met. A strange word to use considering the fact that Phil didn’t meet Dan, not really. He more-or-less created him- made him up, per se.

Dan was just a figment of Phil’s imagination, but Phil couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if Dan was real. Dan Howell, his best friend, would exist, that’s what would happen. And damn, the things he would give just to make that statement true.

Dan seemed real enough: he acted real, sounded real, looked real, even felt real at times. The only thing that was convincing Phil that he wasn’t real was the fact that Phil only ever saw Dan in his dreams. If Dan existed outside of Phil’s dreams, there would be nothing else to keep him from believing Dan wasn’t real. But unfortunately for Phil, he only ever saw the sweet boy when he closed his eyes.

Sweet was an odd way to define Dan. He wasn’t always the kind and loving (and a bit sarcastic… okay, a lot sarcastic) boy Phil had grown to know today. In fact, Dan used to hate him, always mumbling about some revenge plan he needed to execute. Phil never used to understand the boy, he thought he was crazy. But as the nights passed, Dan started becoming less hostile towards Phil and slowly warmed up to him. However, this did not happen fast... and now that Phil thinks about it, it took the better half of six months for Dan to finally warm up to him. Though even now, after nearly a year, Dan still didn’t seem fully comfortable with Phil, though he had gotten a thousand times more tolerable.

Phil wasn’t sure why it mattered so much to him. Dan wasn’t real, not fully. Though, that depends on how you define real. He was real to Phil, so it made since it would matter to him. But no one else knew Dan was real, therefore that should make him nonexistent. Phil supposed it was how you looked at it. To Phil, Dan was the realest thing on this planet- his best friend, but to everyone else, there was no such person named Dan Howell.

Phil sighed, wondering how the hell his mind ever came up with Dan. It shouldn’t have been possible considering his mind was confusing itself enough as it was. Not to mention how damn gorgeous Dan was, Phil’s mind should’ve been incapable of creating such beauty. Regardless, Dan made Phil happy and that was good enough for him. Real or not, Dan was his best and first friend he had ever made.

Phil groaned, flopping himself down onto his bed. The sun had set only about an hour ago and he was already wishing and waiting for sleep to claim him. Ever since he met Dan, he was so much more eager to go to sleep at an earlier time. In the past, he’d go to sleep in the early hours of the morning, but as of late, he had found himself falling asleep just a bit too early. He sometimes even found himself asleep before his own mother, which did raise a few questions from her at the time. Phil remembers her demanding to know what had gotten into him and if he was feeling alright. He did find it funny, she was concerned because he was getting sleep, not because he wasn't. Eventually she stopped questioning him and said that she was just happy he had good sleeping habits again… as if he ever did in the first place.

Phil let out a silent chuckle at the memory before reaching over to turn his bedside lamp off. He laid down in his bed, fluffing out his duvet and draping it over himself. Then he tucked himself deep beneath the covers to achieve maximum comfort. Phil smiled to himself, excited to see Dan again. He saw him every night, with his soft smile and bright eyes. Everything about Dan brought a certain warmth to Phil’s chest that he loved more than he would like to admit. Phil didn’t understand where the warm and soft feeling came from, but it made him happy- Dan made him happy.

With that thought in mind, Phil breathed out a content sigh before closing his eyes and falling into a comfortable sleep.

“Wakey-wakey,” Phil vaguely heard Dan say, “actually, I suppose sleepy-sleepy would be more accurate.”

“What are you on about?” Phil grumbled, he was always a bit disoriented when he gained consciousness within his dreams.

“What I'm saying is, why should I say ‘wakey-wakey’? The last thing I want you to do is wake up… because y’know you're technically dreaming, therefore asleep, and I need you to stay asleep if I want to talk to you. But that’s besides the point, the point is- wouldn't it make more sense if I said ‘sleepy-sleepy’?” Dan tried to explain, rather badly according to Phil.

“I guess,” Phil mumbled, not sure what else to say.

“What's got you so talkative anyway?” Phil questioned. Dan normally talked a lot, but he was never one to start conversations so quickly.

Dan shrugged, “I suppose it's because today marks the day we first met.”

“What, like our one year anniversary?” Phil asked.

Dan scoffed, “you make it sound like we're in a relationship or something.”

“Oh? I was under the impression we were,” Phil smirked, trying his best not laugh.

Dan rolled his eyes, “of course we are, Philly, I didn't mean for you to doubt yourself,” Dan played along.

Dan’s face was so serious that Phil couldn't help but burst out into laughter, Dan quickly following suit. The idea was too ridiculous not to laugh. Him and Dan? In a relationship? The thought was almost too stupid to be considered funny.

“Why don't you--come and give me--a kiss?” Phil tried to ask, his heavy laughter breaking up his sentence.

Dan composed himself a bit and answered, “you only get a kiss if you come and catch me first,” his statement only pushed Phil into another fit of laughter, tears falling from his eyes from the lack of breaths he was taking.

Dan chuckled, “God, you're so childish.”

Phil managed to control himself enough to answer, “you're the one who played along.”

“Only because you started it.”

Phil waved his hand dismissively, “excuses, excuses.”

“Whatever,” Dan muttered.

There was a pause in the conversation- and Phil's laughing- before Phil spoke up,“but seriously, a whole year?” Phil asked. He wondered if that was the reason he had been thinking about Dan so much lately.

“Yeah, it's crazy, right?” Dan asked, though the question was rhetorical.

“Time flies.” Phil mumbled, he couldn't believe an entire year had passed since he had met Dan, the thought seemed too crazy to be true, but it was true.

Dan nodded in agreement, heaving a sigh as he sat down on the floor.

It wasn't so much a floor as it was a platform. The place they were in never changed. They were on a large yet simple glass platform that floated in the sky; surrounded by the dark of the night. But it never really seemed dark because the moon shone brightly above and the sky was filled with stars. It was like someone spilt a bottle of glitter, but the spill was too beautiful to clean up. Phil loved everything about the place; he often wondered how the place came to be.

He remembered back when Dan didn't talk too much to him, Phil would just sit at the edge of the glass- feet dangling over the side- and admire the view. He did this for quite a few months, really. He only stopped when Dan started making proper conversation with him.

He remembered once when Dan was being particularly annoying, Phil thought it would be a good idea to push him off the edge of the platform. Partly because he was curious as to what would happen, but mostly because Dan was being an annoying twat. Much to Phil's dismay, Dan ended up right back on the platform, almost as if he teleported back there. Dan hadn't talked to him for nearly a week after that, which Phil was very grateful for at the time. Now he wasn't sure what he would do if Dan ignored him for so long.

“What's got you so deep in thought?” Dan asked, breaking Phil from his thoughts.

“Mm, nothing. Just thinking of that time I pushed you off the platform.” Phil said simply, almost as if he was trying to provoke Dan.

“You sound so proud of yourself.” Dan scoffed.

“I was at the time.”

“Yeah, well, it was rude.” Dan grumbled.

Phil rolled his eyes, “it’s not like it hurt you,” he paused, “and I ended up getting what I wanted, anyway.”

“And what would that be?”

“For you to ignore me.”

“I bet if I ignored you now you wouldn't like it so much, would you?” Dan said smartly.

Phil didn't even try to deny it.

After that, there was a comfortable silence that fell over them, only to be broken about a half hour later by Dan.

“The sun’s about to rise,” Dan mumbled softly.

“Yeah,” Phil agreed.

“You have school,” Dan said.

Phil nodded.

“You need to wake up.”

“Yeah,” he said again, but made no move to get up.

“Phil,” Dan stated firmly.

“Yeah, okay, I'm getting up.”

“It's not like you won't see me tomorrow,” Dan grumbled.

Phil looked up at him, “sounds like you can't wait to see me again,” Phil said sarcastically.

“I can't,” Dan said honestly, “now get up before I kick you off this platform.”

Phil sighed, but got to his feet, “Happy Anniversary, Dan,” Phil mocked sarcastically, yet he laughed anyway.

And he heard Dan laugh as well before the dream around him faded and he found himself once again awake in his own bed.

Next Chapter

a/n: look at me... writing a chaptered fic... welp im not sure how this is gonna go but im giving it a shot. I don’t have an updating schedule atm but I’ll see how things go and hopefully I’ll make one, but as of rn im very attached to this story so hopefully updates will be sooner rather than later but ye, I hope u enjoyed the first chapter and looking forward to the next one :)

[jess-oh]

Reflection

i just got home from a long night out with andrew and david.

yesterday was a pretty normal day. i went out with my mom and granny to look into senior citizen apartments. i guess the typical wait time is 4-8 years bc the owners are waiting for people to die off??? Surprisingly morbid. My mom was actually really funny bc when my grandma asked us to pray for an apartment, my mom jokingly said, “Dear God, I pray that they will die soon. Amen.” HAHAHAHAHAHA.

im going to keep this post short bc i am starting to feel a kind of heavy sleepiness. I was actually feeling pretty sleepy last night and I had already been sleeping for 10 minutes before Andrew called me to hangout. My logical side knew I shouldn’t but my spontaneous side knew that we didn’t have a lot of time left together and wanted to make the most of our time here. So I went. Andrew was actually pretty vague with his diction and I wasn’t sure if “they” referred to David and Andrew or Andrew and his cousins, people I knew he had hung out with earlier that day. On the off chance that it may be his cousins, I decided to leave my pill o pal behind. It was David and Andrew. I shouldn’t taken it.

I decided to sit in the front next to Andrew this time. Throughout the entire car ride, David and Andrew were hardcore bonding over Andrew’s “game” and sexual advances. David and I both jokingly called him a “hoe” too. But as much as I wanted to try and join in so that I wouldn’t just be awkwardly there, I couldn’t. It made me feel uncomfortable. And not just because they were talking about sex and making out and such. But because they were gossiping about other people the whole time. And I kinda hated it. And I started to realize just how far Andrew and I have outgrown each other. I’m so far beyond the issues of high school. I’m way over it. And I thought we were both equally mature going through high school together. At least that’s what I thought. Now, I don’t know if he genuinely felt those things or if he just wanted to look cool in front of David or what but I didn’t know the guy before me. The Andrew that I used to know wasn’t into mindless sex. He cared and loved Sofia deeply. He genuinely cared for those around him. He was depressed. He felt real things. And he was my best friend. But the guy before me today? The guy that took so much pride and pleasure in these actions? I didn’t know him. He claims to have grown since then and need an emotional connection now but if you can still take that much pride in the things you did, I don’t know how much you’ve actually changed.

I’d say I’m disappointed in him but I don’t know if those are the right words. I guess I’m more heartbroken and confused? Was this only the guy that I used to know? I don’t think so. But I don’t know who he’s become but he isn’t my friend anymore. If I met him for the first time today,  I don’t think I would’ve made the effort to reach out to him. It would’ve just been a one time thing.

But we have an emotional history of being there for each other and I still miss and treasure those days so much. But honestly, I don’t remember if that’s all there was to it. Was it just vents and advice? Times of insecurity and hardship? Did we not share any similar interests?

I don’t know. I kind of want to look it up but I don’t know if I should.

Either way, the bottom line is that we’re different now. And maybe the dynamic is just different bc “he’s just being a guy” with his other guy friend. but that’s honestly such a cop out. Yes, this type of conversation is much more likely to be celebrated among males than females. But it really does come down to character and what you personally value. And if these are the things that he places in the center of his life... then I don’t know if I even want to stay friends with him anymore. Or even keep in contact. :/

I did want to be vocal about my feelings in the car but I didn’t feel it was the right time. And plus, our time together was almost over anyway. So thank you Andrew for asking how I felt. To which I replied honestly. And if you read this today, then I’m sorry. I still have a lot to process but these are my thoughts and this is what I feel. And whether or not we can move on from here.... I don’t know. I do enjoy spending time with you and David but I’m so tired of being left out of these “guy talks.” I want to know and understand people on such a deep level and I know that not everyone is open to that but that reality, that genuineness, those deep relationships... these are the things that I truly crave. And maybe it’s partly my fault too because I haven’t been too detailed in my own personal baggage and issues lately. But please, feel free to press me. In fact, I encourage it. Do it.

Because I don’t know how much longer I can take these surface level relationships. 

I love to get excited and participate and experience these raw emotions and experiences. And what we have now... it’s not enough for me. 

Sorry.