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ddeonghwaa · 3 years

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I’m not jealous, hmph!

Characters: San x reader

Genre: romance, fluff!

Word count: 1.5k

How would San react if you attempt to make him jealous?

After a long week, it was finally movie night in your cozy apartment with your boyfriend, San. You looked forward to movie nights every week as it was the only time you get to relax while spending time with your loved one. However, that night, you had a plan in mind. You wanted to prank San for fun, just to see how he would react in certain situations.

San is quite transparent, he would always say his mind out without hesitation. Sometimes, you could even predict his next actions because he makes it so obvious what he was going to do. That got you wondering whether he would do the same if you made him jealous.

Before San arrived at your apartment that night, you have set up a camera to record his reaction. The camera was hidden behind some of the home decorations so San wouldn't notice it.

I hope I won't laugh halfway through the prank and spoil the whole thing.

You popped another piece of nachos in your mouth and took a glance at San on your right. Looking for a suitable time to start your act, you decided to do it now.

Clearing your throat, you sneakily played your ringtone to make it seem like you have just received a call from someone. San, who was into the movie, turned to you and blinked.

"Sorry, I'll pick this up real quick!" You got up from the sofa. You kept your distance away from San so he wouldn't see your phone screen, but at the same time close enough so he can hear you talking.

"Hello. Yes, it's y/n. Who is it?"

San leaned forward and used the remote to lower down the TV volume so it won't disrupt your phone call. Or maybe because he wanted to listen.

Who would be calling you at night? And you asked who was it, so you didn't know who was calling?

Weird. He thought.

"Ah! Yes, of course I remember you. How'd you get my number?"

You wanted to peek at San's reaction, but you stopped yourself because you had to hold in your laugh. The camera is recording so you can check his reaction later.

"I see. Sure, we can meet up! I'm free on the next Friday night."

San blinked. Friday night? But Friday nights are your movie nights. He pouted in tiny, knowing he won't be able to see you next Friday.

"Alright, catch up later!" You 'ended' the call and plopped back down on the sofa next to San. "Who was it?" He asked.

You had to contain your smile because he asked the question with a little pout. "Oh? It was an unknown number, but turned out it was my old friend."

San nodded in acknowledgement. "I don't think we can have movie night next week. My friend wants to meet up after a long time."

San's eyes looked sad as he took a bite of his nachos. "Okay," he said in a small voice. "I can already imagine myself suffering from missing you."

You chuckled at his cute response, but you were quite surprised that he didn't stop you from going. What if you told him it's a guy friend?

"He told me he finally got my contact again after so long. That's why he wanted to meet up for dinner," you threw the bait, emphasising that your friend is a guy.

"Hmm?! Did I hear it wrong? He?" San almost choked on the nachos as he put down the plate of nachos.

"Oh didn't I mention? It's a guy friend from high school and we used to be close. We lost contact when he moved overseas, but he's back in Korea now," you tried making up a story so San won't suspect you lying.

"I thought your friend is a girl," he blinked and paused for a second. "Is he good-looking?"

"Huh?" You were flustered by his unexpected question and let out a small laugh, "Ah, judging from your reaction, he's obviously good-looking. I'm doomed."

San took the TV remote and paused the movie to continue this conversation with you. You meeting up with a guy friend for dinner? Not on San's watch.

"Baby, come on. You're good-looking too, you know," you poked his arm playfully.

He continued to pout and glared at you. "Okay, go ahead. Meet him," he avoided your eyes.

"Really?" You raised your brows.

"Yeah, go meet with him. He's your friend."

You bit your lower lip, trying to hold yourself back from smiling too widely. "Okay I'll get dinner with him and maybe go to a cafe afterwards."

He turned to you with a look of disbelief. "No waaaay~" he whined and shook your arm. You laughed and looked at him.

"Isn't it weird to just eat a meal and part ways right after? We gotta have some dessert too, baby."

San looked down and played with his fingers, the pout never leaving his lips. "But I don't want you to meet him at all. I don't even know him."

You laughed at his reaction.

"Baby, don't laugh! I'm being serious," San said, but his pout made him look the opposite of what he claimed to be. He looked so cute, you wanted to squish his cheeks so bad.

"I'm serious too, baby. I don't think it's polite if I reject his invitation after planning. It's been a while since we've met and he finally contacted me."

"Babyyyyyyyyy~ don't meet him!" San whined.

"Why not?"

"Just no. Pleaaaase!"

"But-"

"No no no no nooooooo~" he whined and leaned in to snuggle his face in your neck.

"Don't meet him. You're so pretty, so you can't meet him," he wrapped his arms around you.

You laughed and patted San's back. You love it when he turns this clingy to you. "What does that have to do with meeting my friend?"

San pulled back to look at you with a questioning look.

"Baby, are you serious? It has EVERYTHING to do with it. What if he hits on you because you're pretty? What if he falls for you because you're pretty? What if he steals you from me because you're pretty?"

You chuckled and stared at him. "But I'm still yours, not his."

San blushed as he fluttered at your comment, but turned serious a second after. "Okay, how about this? Try imagining yourself in my shoes right now. What if I want to meet up with a girl friend of mine for dinner?"

You blinked and nodded, "I wouldn't mind it. Because I trust you."

San was left dumbfounded with your response, "No! Baby! You're supposed to say no~!" He whined more aggressively and that only made you laugh more.

"I trust you too, baby. But I don't trust any other men around you."

"But he contacted me after a long time…" you tried sounding disappointed.

San pouted and snuggled into your neck again, this time hugging you in his arms tighter. "Baby, you have me already! Am I not enough for you?" He whined cutely while snuggling.

You bursted out laughing at his actions and caressed his hair. He pulled back again to look at you, "Don't meet him," he said quietly with a pout.

"Don't meet him?" You looked in his eyes.

"Hmm, don't meet him."

"But I made plans already."

"Babyyyyyyy~!"

You laughed and decided to tell him about the prank before he turned sulky.

"Okay okay I won't meet him."

"Really?" His eyes lit up as he pecked your nose, smiling.

"Let me just text him back to tell him that I can't make it," you took your phone again to 'text' your non-existent guy friend.

San had a smug smile plastered on his face, "That's my girl."

"Oh he replied so soon!" You said.

"What did he say?" San leaned in closer to your phone to see his text. You showed him your phone screen.

You've been pranked! It's a hidden camera, baby. ♡

"Hm? What do you mean-"

San looked around the apartment to look for a camera and when you pointed to the camera on the shelf, he let out a sigh of relief.

"How could you do this to me?" He said in a small voice, almost crying. You laughed and wrapped your arms on his shoulders.

"Sorry, baby. I was just curious of how your reaction would be," you chuckled and pecked his cheeks a few times.

"How can someone be so cute when jealous?" You squished his cheeks and pecked his pouty lips.

"I wasn't jealous!"

You scoffed, "Of course not. All that whining? Totally not jealous," you laughed.

San chuckled at your statement and snaked his arms around your waist. "I was thinking that maybe my love was insufficient, so that's why you wanted to meet with your guy friend. I was genuinely worried, baby."

You raised your brows and shook your head, "Baby, you've showered me with so much love in this relationship and I am always grateful for that," you leaned in and pecked his lips.

"I love you."

San leaned in for a kiss and you swore you could feel him smiling in the sweet kiss.

"I love you the most, baby," San said.

"So, our movie night next week is not cancelled, right?"

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marvelatthetwilight · 3 years

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The Fight

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Anonymous said: Could you do an imagine where Sam and the reader have like a really big fight or something like that but it ends in pure fluff?? Please! I just need more Sam content! ❤ thnx

“I can’t even look at you right now!” You shout across the room. Sam’s face is pink with anger, he’s shaking, with a small growl starting in his chest.

“Sam just go away!” You run up the stairs, slamming the bedroom door behind you and fling yourself on the bed, tears streaming down your face, your breathing heavy as you sob into the pillows.

You hear a door slam downstairs, then the definite sound of Sam’s wolf growling as he runs towards the tree line. You would recognise that sound anywhere, although normally it would be waiting for him to come home after patrol. This time, you weren’t sure if he would come home, but right now you didn’t care.

Wrapping yourself in a blanket, you curl up on your side of the bed, fully dressed. Suddenly feeling tired from the fight, eventually you allow the exhaustion to kick in as you fall straight asleep.

A week later

“You’ve got to come see him Y/N he looks a mess” Paul pleads through the door.

“Nope! He can come to me, I’m not apologising.” You respond, looking at yourself in the mirror, bags under your eyes, skin looking flat and lifeless. Being away from Sam was definitely having an effect, but you weren’t going to admit to Paul that you couldn’t sleep without Sam, that you were struggling to eat, or have any kind of fun.

“That’s the problem Y/N. He just won’t get up. He’s not sleeping, not eating. I don’t even know how long it’s been since he cracked a smile. Pleaaaase!” Paul pleads again.

“I’m not coming Paul. I need time.” You say softly.

“Ok. Just let us know if we can do anything to help you two. We need our pack leader back. Urgently.”

You hear his steps away from the house and the door slam to his truck. You sigh deeply, trudging back upstairs to throw yourself on the bed again.

The following week

After being sent home Monday morning for exploding at a customer, you realised you needed to get your life back on track. You needed to shower. Properly. You needed to eat. Properly. But to do all of that you needed one thing.

You needed Sam.

Grabbing your phone, you type a message out to Paul.

- Is Sam at yours?

- Yup. On the sofa. Not moved all day.

- I'll be over in 30 minutes.

- YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!

You smile at Paul's reaction. As much as you wanted Sam to be the one to come to you, the imprint link had left you both sad and exhausted, and you couldn't continue the fight any longer. You needed him. You knew from the fights you'd seen from Kim and Jared that the pack felt everything far deeper than their imprints. You didn't want to punish him any longer.

Jumping in the shower you start mentally preparing your speech for when you see Sam. I don't want to feel second best to the pack. I understand what the pack means to you but I need to feel important too.

You grab whatever bits of make up you can find and make your best attempt to cover up the bags which have formed under your eyes. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a loose fitting top, you brush through your hair and take a final look in the mirror. It'll do.

Before you even get to knock on Paul's front door, it swings open to show Paul and Jared, both looking tired but excited to see you.

"Y/N!" Jared shouts, running towards you to give you a hug. He pulls back and keeps a hand on either arm, looking you in the eyes. "Please don't feel pressured if this isn't what you want yet. I know Paul kept ringing...and Sam is in a pretty bad way. But we want you to be happy too."

You smile sadly at him. "I need this too Jared, don't worry. I'm doing this for me."

Paul gives you a thumbs up from behind Jared before coming to hug you himself. He leaves an army draped around your shoulders as you both walk up the steps.

"He's still on the sofa...we will leave you two alone. We're going out on a quick patrol!" With that he drops a quick kiss on your cheek and jogs towards the treeline with Jared in tow.

You look up at the house and take a deep breath, pulling open the door and stepping inside the house.

What hits you first is the smell. Sam’s smell. A smell that’s been a comfort to you every night since you met. A smell that you have desperately missed, but has immediately put your mind at ease now it has filled your senses again.

Walking through the house towards the back room, you walk hesitantly towards the sound of the TV. As you reach the doorway, he stands up from the sofa and turns to look at you. His face is etched with sadness, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, dark bags underneath them from lack of sleep, hair messy and dishevelled. “Y/N...” he whispers, his eyes wide with shock, hands desperate to reach out to you but hesitant in case it makes you leave.

You smile at the sound of his voice. “I’ve missed you baby.”

The corners of his mouth twitch at the word baby, and he rushes towards you, wrapping you up in his arms. He breathes in the scent of your hair, his arms wandering your body before they make their way to your face, delicately cupping your cheeks before hesitating again. He looks deeply into your eyes, searching for approval, searching for confirmation that things will be ok.

You step back. His hopeful expression looks deflated, then confused as you take his hand and lead him back to the sofa. “We need to talk first.” He nods in understanding.

You both sit down, side by side, and you take his hand back in yours, stroking it softly with your fingers. He looks up at you with sad eyes, desperately trying to read your expression.

“I know how important the pack is, not just to you but to the reservation. I understand the importance. But I need to feel important to you too. My life is overwhelmed with the pack, with this life, and I just feel like I’m a passenger just going along for the ride. I feel like I have no control. Like I have no purpose. I’m just “Sam’s imprint”...is that all I am?” Feeling confident in your rehearsed lines you look at Sam, who’s eyebrows are burrowed as he stares at the ground.

“You know you are so much more than that Y/N.” He says quietly.

“I don’t though Sam. You never tell me. You never talk about things. I only know because of the imprint bond.” You move away from him slightly, letting go of his hands, frustration evident in your voice.

“You...” he starts, then looks at the ground again

“I don’t know how much more I can take if you can’t tell me what you are feeling Sam. Please.” You beg, as you reach out to him again.

He takes your hand in his and turns to face you, looking down into your eyes. His expression is warm, immediately comforting, and you have to force yourself to not be sucked back in to his loving embrace.

“You. Are the love of my life. No one else’s love will ever come close to what I feel for you. But that scares me. It scares me because I never feel good enough, I never feel like I can live up to be the man that you deserve. The only thing I can do is to keep you safe. And to keep you safe I need to make my pack strong, I need them to be impossible to defeat. I’m so so sorry that in my eagerness to make the pack strong that you felt unimportant. But I’m making the pack what it is because you are so important, the most important person in the whole world. I love you Y/N and I promise to never let you feel second best ever again...if you will have me that is.” He takes a deep breath, his confidence wavering because you haven’t spoken.

“Y/N...?”

A tear slips from the corner of your eye before you reach over and wrap your arms around his neck, taking him by surprise so he falls backwards onto the couch.

You don’t know how long you stay like that, with his arms wrapped around you, lips pressed to the top of your head as your face is buried into his neck, taking in the comfort of his scent.

It’s only when you hear an awkward cough that you realise anyone is there.

“Take it the two of you have made up?” Paul jokes, as Sam growls at him for interrupting.

You smile up at him, placing your hand on his chest to calm him.

“It’s ok, I’m not going anywhere.” He returns your smile before pressing a kiss to your lips whilst Paul and Jared make gagging noises in the background.

“Ugh it’s like mum and dad kissing!” Jared complains.

“No one asked you to stand there. Go back on patrol, the two of you are pulling a double for interrupting.” Sam orders, and they quickly comply, complaining as they leave the room.

He turns his attention back to you, stroking your cheek with his thumb whilst looking deeply into your eyes.

“I love you Sam.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

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rosy-wooyoung · 3 years

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ATEEZ reaction : surprising them with homemade food

requested: yes, thank you! [honey, I am SO sorry for only doing it now] prompt : their s/o surprising them with homemade food genre : fluff warnings : !! food mention !! (obviously but I prefer repeating it), very poorly written, overbearingly cliché. A/N : so uhm, hi again? this got requested like months ago and i never actually sat down to write it [commitment issues oops] but now I’m happy that i actually manage to do it today! Also don’t mind the mistakes, pleaaaase I feel like I speak like a 5-year old when I have to write something in english (even though I have an c1 diploma in english sdfjhsf i’m so sorry if it’s bad)

Hongjoong

Songwriter!Hongjoong

You finished eating dinner near 8 pm and laid on the couch after doing the dishes.

After having patiently waited for your boyfriend to come home, you decided to go to bed as the clock neared midnight, still no trace of him.

It’s only when you washed your face and applied your serum that you changed your mind.

Putting on your shoes and your coat, you grabbed the plastic bag carrying the Tupperware filled with the food you had prepared for dinner and made your way out the door.

You weren’t keen on walking alone at night, but fortunately, his studio wasn’t that far, so you managed to make it safely there.

Knocking on the wooden door, you received no answer, so you slightly pulled the door open, only to be met with silence.

Hongjoong had noise-cancelling headphones latched on his ears, head bobbing at a certain rhythm as he scribbled some lyrics in his brown leather notebook.

The notebook he carried everywhere, even when he was around you.

Sometimes, he would get inspiration just by watching you sleep, read or cook. Writing down whatever crossed his mind, he never showed you what they said.

However, you paid no mind to his privacy. You respected that he kept it a secret, you did the same with your poetry book.

You knew how it felt when someone read pieces of art you’ve created, you feel naked and exposed to the reader, and it made your guts churn of anxiety when someone even tried to look into your notebooks.

But now, you had a problem to deal with. How do you make yourself noticeable without scaring your boyfriend to death?

Banging your fist on the door didn’t work and calling his name didn’t work either.

He jumped out of his skin when you softly placed a hand on his shoulder, a yelp unintentionally coming out of his mouth.

Turning around, he noticed your figure and laid a hand on his chest, the other grabbing your forearm as a sign of affection.

“Sorry baby, I didn’t know how to make myself noticeable.” You said with an apologetic look, but Hongjoong waved it off.

“It’s okay, sugarplum. Are you okay? What are you doing here?”

“Well, since it’s past midnight and you weren’t coming back, I decided to bring a piece of home to you and brought you this.” You lifted the plastic bag and handed it to him. It was his turn to look at you, remorse filling his eyes as he realised that he lost the notion of time and stayed behind at the studio to produce.

“Thank you baby, but I’m sorry,” he mumbled, and he stood up, hugging you tightly as he kissed your cheek. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“It’s nothing, baby. You should eat now, it’s going to cool down,” you whispered as you let go and he sat down, drawing another chair to have you by his side. He kissed your temple before you rushed him to eat, noticing his eyebags and his tiredness written all over his face.

You were getting tired as well, but Hongjoong was a hundred times worth it to stay up late at night, to see him with a bright smile and adoring eyes on his face as he tasted the food you cooked.

Seonghwa

CEO!AU

“Hello Miss, where can I find the office of Mr Park?”

“Park Seonghwa?” the receptionist said, and you nodded, replacing a piece of hair behind your ear. “The head department is on the 19th floor, at the far end of the left corridor.” You thanked her and made your way to the elevators, waiting with other employees.

You greeted people you knew by sight with a nod and a smile, going to the floor reception. Some people stopped talking, listening to your words.

“Excuse me, is Mr Park Seonghwa here?”

“Yes, but he’s currently in a meeting. It’ll end in a few minutes,” she said, looking up what seemed to be his schedule on the computer. “Do you have an appointment with him?”

“Oh no,” you stuttered as you could almost feel his coworkers’ eyes on you, “I’m just his wife, and I need to give him something he forgot at home.”

“No problem, I’ll guide you to his office. Please follow me,” she announced, standing up, her heels clicking on the white tiles. You awkwardly smiled and bowed at his colleagues and followed the secretary, thanking her as she showed you the door of his office.

Your husband appeared a couple of minutes later, reading a file while talking on the phone. You cleared your throat, and Seonghwa looked up, his phone almost falling from the shoulder that was pressing it against his ear.

“Can you please fix a schedule with my secretary, I have a lot of work to deal with right now. Yes, yes thank you. Have a nice day too. Goodbye Sir.” he ended his phone call, sliding his smartphone in his pants pocket.

Tenderly looking at you, he smiled and approached you.

“Honey, baby. I didn’t expect you to see you here,” he warmly said before capturing your lips in a sweet yet passionate kiss, an arm wrapping around your waist.

“I’m because my husband, whose head is constantly into business, forgot his lunch before going to work this morning,” you stated as you lifted the brown paper bag, his eyes widening as his shoulders softly subside in relief.

“What did I do to deserve a wonderful wife like you?” he asked as he took the bag, kissing your cheek at the same time.

“I don’t know, but your wonderful wife would appreciate that her husband wouldn’t forget his lunch every day because she’s taking time on her lunch break to bring the food to him.” You arched a brow, and he chuckled, his arm never leaving your waist.

“I love you,” he muttered, and you softly kissed his lips.

“I love you too. Enjoy your lunch darling,” you said as you made your way towards the door, shooting him a smile before walking away.

Little did you know that once you were out of sight, he went out to the lunchroom to eat his food - something that he never did -, showing off the fact that his wife came to bring him lunch.

He earned the complaints and whines from his colleagues, whose partners didn’t even look at them when they came home.

And with that, he asked his secretary to cancel a meeting in the early evening to come home earlier than you, preparing you a nice, lovely dinner to thank you for your gesture.

Yunho

Architect student!Yunho

In the small apartment that you shared with your lovely Yunho, you were about to prepare dinner, but you realised that there was nothing in the fridge.

Quickly turning off the stove, you put on your shoes and jacket and made your way out the door, a quick trip to the convenience store.

You arrived in front of the store as the sun was setting, the last rays of sunshine hitting the windows, sending beautiful scenery in front of you.

You knew that Yunho was working hard, as much as you did, but you wanted to surprise him a bit, so you decided to buy the ingredients to cook his favourite food.

Packs of meat, vegetables and rice in your bag, you were off to go home.

Riding the bus, you checked that you had everything and stepped off at your stop.

Yunho hadn’t moved from his spot while you were absent. He was still focused on his work, an HB pencil in one hand and a ruler in the other.

You placed everything down on the counter and started working on your duty.

Boiling water, grilling the meat and stirring the vegetables in a pot. You were so in your thoughts that you didn’t even register your boyfriend walking in the kitchen, sneaking his arms around your waist while prepping your shoulder with kisses.

“What’s cooking, good looking,” you snorted at the pun, and he chuckled, kissing your cheek as you cooked the meat while stirring the veggies.

“Open up, handsome,” you say as you bring a piece of meat to his mouth with the spatula. He opened his mouth, and you dropped the piece of meat on his extended tongue, munching on it after kissing you.

“Maybe two more minutes? But otherwise, it’s perfect, I liked the way you seasoned it, baby,” he stated, and you smile, stirring the food for a couple more minutes.

While eating, Yunho looked exhausted but happy. He did a little happy dance when you placed the plate in front of him, earning a kiss on the cheek for taking care of everything.

“I know we can get pretty busy with college and work,” he started before taking a sip of water, the food feeling extremely hot in his mouth, “but I’m glad we established a pattern of regularly eating together,” he admitted, smiling as he reached across the table for your hand.

“It feels good to be just the two of us, it’s sometimes tiring to have someone around constantly,” he nodded at your words, his thumb softly rubbing your knuckles.

“You’re right, our friends can get pretty hectic,” he chuckled and so did you, the subject of the conversation coming back on studies.

“So, how’s your project doing?” you demanded, and he just shrugged.

“It’s sometimes hard to get inspiration, but once I get it, everything goes smoothly,” you nodded and kept listening as your partner explained his work, a passionate sparkle in his eyes, outshining the ceiling light hanging above your heads.

“So yeah, we’ll see how it goes. Normally, if I didn’t mess up too much, my professor should be happy about the plans.”

“Why wouldn’t he be happy?” you questioned as you took the last piece of food that you had on your plate before crossing your cutlery.

“I mean… There are elements of my imagination in my work,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, his warm hand leaving yours, “but I took into account every piece of advice that you gave me since the beginning of my work, and honestly, I think I wouldn’t have gotten this far without them.”

“Oh shut it,” you snorted at your boyfriend, but immediately calmed down as you noticed the same serious expression on his face, “are-are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” he smirked, and you both stood up, going back to the kitchen to fill up the dishwasher.

“But you’re the one majoring in architecture, not me,”

“I know,” he retorted as he wiped the counter, “but it sometimes helps to have an outside point of view. Someone who doesn’t constantly have their nose in the theory and lecture notes is very helpful for creativity. You’re my muse Y/N, you have such amazing ideas that everything seems brighter and easier when you help.”

You chuckled at your boyfriend’s praise and went for a hug, squeezing him tight around you.

“I’m so happy that we’re together,” you said as you laid your head against his chest, his hand going into your hair.

“You don’t know how much I love you Y/N,” he said as he kissed the crown of your head.

“I think I have an idea,” you said as you looked up at him.

“No, you don’t, I love you more than you can ever see or imagine,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips on yours in a sweet kiss. He was giving you all the love and affection he had for you in this kiss, and you felt complete.

Yeosang

Idol!Yeosang

Waking up to the sound of your alarm, you were quick to turn it off to not wake up your boyfriend sleeping next to you.

Forcing yourself to start your day this early is such a pain in the ass, but your income makes it motivating and worth it. Plus, you wanted to save time for tonight because you knew how lazy you could get when it came to cooking.

So, at 6 am, you put on an apron over your pyjamas and started cooking the meal for tonight - Yeosang’s favourite - while preparing your breakfast at the same time.

Being good at multitasking has its perks after all.

Around an hour and a half later, you were done with cooking and washing the dishes, now getting ready to go to work.

The sun was rising, making the task of getting out of your comfortable apartment a little less painful.

Yeosang didn’t move an inch when you closed the main door, still dead asleep in your shared bed.

It was his first day off after going a few months without truly resting, and you could tell that his body needed it. When he came home last night, he was slow and could barely keep his eyes open during the show you chose to watch, he was tempted to use your shoulder as a pillow.

But it was one of the rare times that he could spend alone with you so he wouldn’t let that pass.

It was finally midday when you looked at your phone, still no news of Yeosang.

Knowing how tired he was, you didn’t worry about it, he was probably still asleep.

And you were right, his body went into recovery mode.

He woke up around two in the afternoon, shaken awake as a truck honked just under your windows.

Yeosang was still tired even though he slept for over twelve hours, so he decided to stay in bed for a bit longer.

He finally got out of bed around three as the rest of the group asked to play a bit of Among Us with them.

He stayed behind the computer for the rest of the afternoon, deciding to go for a run as the day was coming to an end, only eating a banana while he was getting ready.

It smelt like you had cooked something this morning, so he wanted to wait a bit until you came home to eat with you.

You were about to close the door behind you when you heard a familiar low voice.

“Y/N, wait!” Yeosang was in his sports equipment, slightly out of breath as you let him in.

“Hi,” you said with a smile as you swiftly pecked his lips. You both took off your shoes, hurrying your boyfriend to take a shower as you entered the kitchen.

You could finally settle down to eat when he appeared from his shower, making your way towards you before prepping your neck with kisses, asking about your day.

“Woah, you cooked my favourite dish?” he asked as you put a plate in the microwave.

“Yes! I figured out that you’d appreciate eating something special on your free day,” you replied, and Yeosang hugged you tightly from behind, giving you a big smooch on your cheek.

“Thank you, love,” he mumbled against your skin as a ‘ding’ drowned his voice out.

You both sat down on the couch, your plate in hand and enjoyed the food and each other’s company for the rest of the evening.

San

Hacker!San

“Sannie?” you asked as you walked into his dimmed bedroom, his computer screens being the only sources of light in the room, alongside with LEDs ornating the walls.

Headphones screwed on his ears, he rapidly typed on his computer, lines of coding appearing on the screen. San couldn’t hear you, he was a tad bit too focused on his task to pay attention to his surroundings.

As a way to make yourself noticeable, you turned on his bedside lamp, startling him as he took off his blue light glasses, Grime blasting from his headphones as he let them fall around his neck.

“Sweetie, do you need anything?” he said as he spun his chair around, observing you.

You were balancing a plate, a glass filled with coke, a napkin and some cutlery on a trail, carefully making your way towards your boyfriend as you tried not to spill anything on his fancy setup.

“Dinner’s served,” you sweetly chanted as you finally laid the trail in front of him, the smell of fresh, homemade food invading his nostrils.

“Thank you, baby, you’re amazing,” he said as he encircled an arm around your waist, making you fall on his lap. You smiled as he laid a soft kiss on your upper arm, grabbing the fork with his other hand before bringing the food to his mouth. He gratefully hummed and nodded as he munched on it, shooting you a wink as he looked up at you.

“It’s delicious baby girl,” he mumbled after swallowing, directly taking another bite. He lightly frowned as he didn’t see a plate for you. “You already ate?”

“Yeah, I called you a couple of times from the kitchen, but you seemed busy so I didn’t want to bother you,” you said as you shyly tightened your ponytail, a disappointed look growing on his face.

“Y/N, babe,” he started, tightening his grip around your figure as he put the fork down, “you should’ve yelled for me to come to eat with you... You’re my girlfriend, coding and hacking come after you, okay? I love you more than anything, I can and I will put everything aside to spend time with you. So next time, I’ll come downstairs to eat with you, alright? I don’t want to know that you’re eating alone in our home.”

“Yes Sannie, but-”

“Shht, there are no buts,” he said as he kissed you on the lips, keeping on eating the food you cooked for him with you still on his lap after he made sure that this wouldn’t happen again. You watched your boyfriend filling his stomach and talked with him about everything, just catching up on the last few days that you spent separated from each other.

“I love you darling, thank you for the amazing food,” San said as he cupped your face, placing a big, soft kiss on your cheek.

You giggled and slightly moved his beanie, being able to play with the hair at the back of his head.

“I love you too San, I do,” you whispered as you straddled him and rested your head on his collarbone, his hand rubbing your back up and down your spine.

“Wanna cuddle?” he suggested, and you were about to say no since he looked busy, but you caught yourself just on time, his light scolding coming back in your mind.

“Yes, please,” you mumbled, and he approved, removing his headset from his neck and shook the beanie off his head, replacing his hair in a somewhat correct way.

“Alright,” he softly mumbled while wrapping his arms around you, carefully standing up as he laid kisses on your exposed skin. It didn’t matter where it was, every spot that he saw some skin, he had to kiss it.

And that’s how you spent the rest of the night cuddled in San’s arms, his cold hand drawing circled on your stomach, sending shivers in your body as he soothingly rubbed the skin.

Mingi

Dancer!Mingi

You huffed as you nonchalantly threw your phone on the table, your boyfriend being unreachable as you called him for the nth time tonight.

You knew that he was training and improving his dancing skills, but you wished that he could take small breaks here and there.

Not to text you back, you could wait, but for his sanity and health.

There’s a reason between working hard and overworking yourself.

And Mingi seemed to struggle to distinguish the difference between the two notions.

You never said that it was easy, you were struggling as well, but sometimes you wished that he’d understand it better than you do.

The clock neared midnight, and he still wasn’t home. You started getting slightly irritated as he was probably overworking himself and not eating.

But you couldn’t blame it for that, you did the same when you had big exams or assignments coming up, you tended to ditch breaks and skip meals.

So, since you were caring about your boyfriend’s well being, you stood up and went to the fridge, where a container filled with the potion you had prepared for your boyfriend was.

Putting on a warm sweater and some pants before making your way out, locking the door behind you.

You took a longer road to go to his practice studio, but you found with relief that the convenience store was still open, sighing in relief as you read that it wasn’t going to close anytime soon.

You took drinks for the two of you and some extras as you thought that some of the boys could be still practising, paid and headed to the practice room.

When you arrived, you waved at San, who looked exhausted and sweaty, surprised to see you out at this hour.

“You’re here for your lovely Mingi?” he teased as he declined to give you a side hug due to his current state.

“Yes, I was getting worried since he wasn’t coming home,” you declared, and San smiled, finding adorable that you were looking after your boyfriend.

“You can go, he’s still in the practice room, he’s the only one left.” you thanked him and gave him one of the spare drinks that you bought since you didn’t know who would still be there with your boyfriend. His dimples appeared when he thanked you, and you wished him a good - yet short - night of rest before entering the building.

When you arrived in front of the practice room door, you noticed your boyfriend dancing through the window, and you could see that his movements were slower and less energised than usual.

You slowly opened the door, your eardrums being attacked by loud music, the bass resonating in your stomach as you made yourself seen.

When Mingi saw you, a sort of relieved yet guilty look appeared on his face as he went to the stereo to lower the music.

“Hey,” he said in a whisper, eyes carrying a truck of guilt in them.

“Hi babe,” you said as you handed him the plastic bag, “I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t have eaten, so I went out and bought this for you,” you said as you sat down together, in the middle of the room.

Mingi was more tired than he wanted to show. You had identified a pattern within him, his looks on his face and his figure betraying him. When he was as hunched over as he currently was, you knew that his back was hurting and that he was overworking himself.

However, you didn’t say anything, your behaviour and gaze unintentionally telling him what your opinion was. The silence was the best option. You were both exhausted, and the last thing you wanted to do was to start a fight this late in the evening.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Y/N,” he said before clenching his jaw to stifle a yawn, but you caught it.

“You’re welcome honey, but you know my opinion on your behaviour,” you added, and he nodded, eating his mouthful.

“I know, I know,” he sighed and kept on eating while you opened the two soda cans laying in front of you. Mingi took a few gulps of it, and you got another one from the plastic bag, your boyfriend looking at you with wide eyes.

“But, let’s not talk about this now, the last thing I wanna do is get in an argument with you,” you said, and he listened, thanking you as you handed him the can. “I already barely see you during the week, so I don’t want to get into a fight when I have an opportunity to see you,” you sighed but smiled anyway, Mingi’s guilt increasing in his heart.

“I’m sorry-”

“Shht,” you said to your boyfriend as you gently rubbed his back up and down, applying some pressure on spots that you knew were aching. “Are you coming home soon or do you plan on sleeping in the guest room in the building?” you asked as you watch your boyfriend take another bite of the food you had prepared for the two of you.

“Let me finish this amazing food, and we’re going home,” he answered, and you nodded, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’s very tasty by the way,” you knew that he was trying to change the subject and you appreciated the effort, trying to forget his neglect of self-care and simply smiled at him.

When he finished his meal, you stood up and put everything in the trash, noticing in the mirror that Mingi struggled to get up, a grimace abruptly replacing the smile he was giving you moments ago. As soon as you turned to face him, he tried his best to erase the pain off his face. You didn’t raise it, but you made a mental note to yourself to try and reason him later. And, if it wasn’t working, you’d call Hongjoong for help. Maybe he’ll listen to him.

The walk home was silent, quite awkward. Your boyfriend tried his best to be as natural as possible, but his back pains were making him hiss and silently groan in pain at almost every step he took.

“Okay, maybe I did a bit too much tonight,” he said as his voice hesitated, alerting you. He looked broken, his bottom lip between his teeth as he kept on walking to your place, feeling a wave of relief as your apartment building came into sight.

You held his hand and grabbed his forearm with your other free hand, helping him to walk until you finally arrived in front of the elevator.

As soon as you entered your home, you sped to the bathroom and ran a warm bath, sprinkling some relaxing salt in it before helping Mingi to take off his shirt.

Once he was done, you helped him to get out of the tub and took care of him. He stared at you in awe as you dried his hair with the blow dryer and assisted him in putting on his pyjamas before walking him to bed.

Quickly doing your nighttime routine, you walked to your bed with heating patches as your boyfriend was already lying on his stomach, the most relieving position for him to sleep into. You slightly pressed some areas in his back, and you applied some patches where he grunted more loudly.

“Alright, now rest, baby,” you kissed his cheek, and he extended his hand to grab yours.

“Thank you for everything, baby,” he said as you shook your head with a faint smile, feeling the tiredness getting the best of you.

"It's okay, Mingi," you whispered as he lifted your linked hands to his mouth, kissing the back of your hand, a loving gesture that you particularly appreciated.

“Sleep well, baby, and think about what we’ve talked about at the studio, okay?” you mumbled, giving him one last kiss before falling asleep, still holding his hand.

“I love you,” Mingi mumbled before falling asleep, as well.

Wooyoung

College AU

Entering the library, you tried your best to hide the plastic bag from the librarian, hoping that she wouldn’t notice the smell of food following you like your shadow.

You weren’t allowed to bring food inside the library, school authorities were scared that you’d stain the books or not clean the tables, which was the case when you went to work in the library.

You had always found this disrespectful that people would leave their trash on the tables without cleaning, it exasperated you.

Why was it so complicated to put your trash in a bin?

But since you thought that you were quite a clean, hygienic student, you allowed yourself to sneak in food for you and your friends.

When you arrived near your friends, Mingi was the first one to spot you, hungry for the content of the plastic bags you were carrying.

Your friends discreetly clapped their hands as you arrived as a hero at the table. You shushed them when they got a bit too excited over the food, reminding them that you weren’t supposed to eat there.

Since you were the one that went and bought the food, you were the one distributing the small containers the Chinese takeout the employees had put the food in.

Wooyoung was the only one who was kind of sulky because he wasn’t fond of the place you bought the food from since that event. That event where one of the cooks had put in a sauce containing bell pepper, and he hated them.

He always associated this restaurant with this event, and now he doesn’t set foot at this establishment anymore.

But before he could even say anything, you took the container in front of him and gave him a blue bento box, making him frown yet didn’t say anything.

“Enjoy, everyone!” you whispered as you all started to eat.

You slightly observed your friend’s reaction next to you as he opened the container.

Wooyoung discovered that his food had nothing to do with Chinese takeout. It was homemade food, cooked by you and his eyes opened wide.

You giggled as he took his fork and started eating hastily, munching on the food with closed eyes and a content look on his face.

“Is it good?” you questioned, and Wooyoung eagerly nodded, taking another bite as he didn’t even swallow his first one.

“It’s perfect,” he answered, rice almost falling from his mouth as it was full. Hongjoong, who was sitting next to you, slightly elbowed you in the ribs, a smug look on his face.

Wooyoung wasn’t expecting the fact that you would make a detour to your apartment to take and heat homemade food just for him.

He was touched, but now he was too focused on devouring his plate to care about anything surrounding him.

A few moments later, as he had finally emptied the lunch box, he rested back a bit, a hand on his stomach.

“Wow, I’m full,” he said as a hiccup took over him, immediately slapping his mouth as the sound came out of his organism.

“Did you see at the pace you ate? Y/N isn’t even done yet,” you puffed as Seonghwa took you as an example, known among your friend group that you were the quickest to shove your food down your throat.

“It was worth it, though,” Wooyoung said, and you shook your head, the indirect compliment sending warmth to your cheeks.

“And what do you say to Y/N?” Hongjoong said before taking a sip of coke as if he was a mother scolding her child.

“Thank youuuuu,” he said as his voice trailed on the last word, resting his head against your forearm, only to have you put your fork down and ruffle his hair, a way you use to say “you’re welcome” when your mouth was full.

Once you were all done with eating, you placed everything back in the plastic bags and started working again, Wooyoung’s head never leaving the spot on your upper arm.

You didn’t mind him, you were sometimes adjusting his head as your muscles started getting sore, but nothing much.

A while later, as you wanted to stretch your arms above your head, you woke Wooyoung up, his head almost slamming on the table as you moved your arm.

“Mmh?” he said as he woke up, wiping the fatigue away from his eyes, nodding as you asked him if he was alright. “Food coma is kicking hard right now,” he added, and you smiled, relieved that he felt a bit better after his nap.

“It’s okay, but you need to go to bed now, it’s getting late,” you said as you packed your stuff in your backpack, putting your coat back on.

“You’re going home already?”

“Yes, it’s almost midnight, and I have a presentation tomorrow at eight,” you explained as a pained smile drew on his face, and you agreed with him by nodding.

“I’m out now, good night guys!” you said to your friends as you stood up, waving goodbye as some of them looked like they would leave this place near dawn.

You bid farewell to the librarian as well and braved the freezing night, hurrying home as not to catch a cold.

And run into someone suspicious and creepy but that’s another thing.

“Y/N!” someone said behind you as you paused in your steps, recognising your friend’s voice.

“Woo? Aren’t you staying with them?"

“No, I’m tired, I honestly don't know how I'm still awake,” he said, and you started walking again with him by your side.

“And…” he stopped in his tracks, and you frowned but imitated him. “I wanted to thank you for being considerate and caring towards us, but particularly towards me,” he said, and you chuckled, waving it off.

“Of course, you are all my friends after all,” you said with a smile as you looked at your friend, who had an indecipherable look on his face.

“That’s... that’s the problem, Y/N,” you looked at him confused and blinked, not knowing where he was coming from.

“What do-”

“Y/N, I like you,” he blurted out, your eyes widening in surprise, not expecting him to confess right now, in the middle of the night in the freezing cold when you could both fall asleep standing up. “More than friends,” he added, and you nodded while looking away, feeling the red spreading on your cheeks. Your friend took a step closer and cupped your face with his cold hand to make you look at him.

“What about you? I've been dying to know, even if you don't feel the same,” he said in a breath, and you inhaled sharply, confused about the sudden question.

“I- I think I do too b-”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he said, and you suck in a breath, anticipating his next move.

“Can I kiss you?” Wooyoung asked, face dangerously close to yours, his eyes going back and forth between your eyes and your lips.

“Of course.”

Jongho

College AU, Student abroad AU

“Mom?” you asked as you came into the living room, your iPad with a Chrome tab opened in hand.

“Yes honey?” she answered, looking up from the TV, your dad slightly huffing as he couldn’t hear the news.

“You know Jongho, right?” she nodded at her words, initiating you to keep going, “I’ve just gotten off the phone with him, and he seems very sad and down,” you explained as you sat down next to her.

Your dad’s attention immediately shifted to you and your mother as a boy was brought up in the conversation.

“Who-”

“Honey, no, it’s not her boyfriend,” your mother said, and your dad blinked, surprised by her reaction and shrugged, his attention going back on the telly. “And? Do you want to do something to cheer him up?”

“Well, I concluded that he’s a bit homesick, so I wanted to prepare a Korean dish for him. Wanna help?” Your mother agreed and stood up from her seat, fixing her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

“Sure!” she says as she washed her hand. “So, kimchi fried rice. What do we need?”

A few hours later, here you were, in the kitchen with your mom, right back from a trip to the convenience store to get the ingredients. You read a bunch of recipes and even watched a tutorial, trying your best to make it as similar as possible to the way they made it in South Korea.

You were struggling a bit at first, but everything turned out alright in the end, happily placing the mixture in a safe spot to let it rest for a couple of days. You were proud and satisfied with what you’ve created, truly hoping that it would heal his visible homesickness.

A few days later, you placed a container filled with your preparation in a paper bag along with your lunch and went out the door after saying goodbye to your parents, who were still eating breakfast. For once, you were happy to go to college, because you were dying to see Jongho and his potentially positive reaction.

The lectures go faster when you pay attention to the teachers, amazing. In no time, here you were in the cafeteria, eyes scanning the crowd to see your friend. Once you caught sight of your “target”, you made your way over and sat across from him, a gentle yet faint smile decorating his face when he saw you.

“Hi Y/N,” he said after swallowing a piece of his industrial sandwich. He looked heavyhearted and tired as if he had spent the entire night on his phone speaking with his family on the other side of the world.

“Are you okay?” you sweetly asked, and he weakly nodded, and you kept staring at him. “You sure?” you raised your eyebrow with a concerned look, and he just shrugged.

“My feelings didn’t really subside,” he stated as he referred to the conversation he's had over the phone with you the other night. You reached across the table and softly rubbed his forearm, the gesture making him weakly smile.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how I can help,” you say, and he shook your head.

“I appreciate your kindness Y/N, but I don’t think you can do anything about this…” his voice faded as he thickly swallowed, the sight of your friend being so close to crying made you pout.

“Okay,” you said as you withdrew your hand, Jongho internally whining at the lack of warmth. You searched in your bag and pulled out two steaming lunch boxes, one for you.

And one for him.

“What is this?” he asked as he turned the box between his hands.

“It’s a surprise! Open it,” you smiled as you innocently opened yours, stabbing your hot food with your fork.

Taking the lid off, his eyes widened, going back and forth between the kimchi and you, sitting across from him with a soft smile on your face.

“You seemed so down last time we called,” you said as you ate a spoonful of your lunch, “so I made you a dish with my mom that I remembered you liking. I know it won’t bring your family to you, but it’s still something I guess,” you explained as Jongho pursed his lips, nodding at your explanations, never looking at you in the eyes.

It took you a few seconds to register what was happening, and you drop your fork in your box.

He was crying.

You stood up and sat down next to him, circling your arm around his shoulders.

“Oh Jongho,” you said in a concerned tone, “I didn’t mean to make you cry, I just wanted to make you happy. I know how hard it is when you miss your home and family, I just wanted to give you a bit of family love and warmth that you can’t have right now.”

“Thank you so much Y/N, really,” he said as he sniffled, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. He chuckled as he realised how emotional he's just gotten over food, and he turned to the side to give you a proper hug.

“Thank you,” he whispered in your ear and squeezed you tight against him, feeling his rapid heart beating against your chest.

“It’s okay, Jongho. Taste it first, I wanna know if we can make you some more further in the school year,” you gently rubbed his upper back and he smiled, grabbing your fork from your lunch box.

“It’s delicious,” he said as he munched on the kimchi fried rice, reaching for your hand and rubbing your knuckles.

He looked at you with such adoration in his eyes that you got shy and flustered, your hands going clammy as he wholeheartedly approved your work, taking another bite of the food.

“You’re welcome,” you said in a soft voice, and you smiled at each other, enjoying each other’s company for the rest of the lunch break.

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A/N: I like it but not a lot... I don’t like it. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it!!

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feeling-weirdy · 3 years

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Hi, I really enjoy your stories. Soooooo what about some Jealous Vision with the friendship between Wanda and The cap. Pleaaaase

“They haven’t really been that bad ever since I started sneaking out. It's been difficult, but...” Wanda trailed off, running her hands up and down her arms to attempt to warm herself. Smiling softly, Vision shrugged off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders. “Thanks...” Wanda pulled his jacket tight around herself as she took in the sights of the city. Reaching down Wanda interlaced their fingers before continuing her thought. "I guess with us being on the run, it kind of has to be. We've been careful though. Steve's been making sure we stay out of sight as much as possible."

Vision listened dutifully as she prattled on about everything that had happened since their last meeting. Normally, he was thrilled to listen to her go on about anything and everything, but today he didn't quite feel like himself.

The Captain had done a wonderful job keeping her and the others safe, but the fact that he was unable to do it instead made him feel a bit sour. He should be the one keeping her out of harm's way. The feeling that settled in his stomach was one Vision was beginning to get familiar with. On top of that, not having the ability to see her as much as Captain Rogers and the rest of them began to weigh down on him. And with how excited Wanda was to fill him in, he didn’t have the heart to tell her how much it bothered him.

"Have you been sleeping well?" Vision asked, casually attempting to change the subject.

"Not really..." Wanda sighed, rubbing at her eyes. "It's been hard getting used to sleeping out here, but I guess it's not so bad. I at least have someone to talk to until I fall asleep. That seems to keep me distracted enough."

"Oh?" She never did have much luck with sleeping. Reading until she finally fell asleep seemed to be the only way to help her relax so he was curious to find out what else she had discovered.

"Steve's been really helping me which is...not what I expected..." She cocked her head to the side, the disbelief in her own words becoming apparent. "I mean he's always been kind to me, but I guess he's been worried."

"Ah..." Vision trailed off, defeat in his voice. He didn't expect for the conversation to come back around so soon.

"He has a lot of stories which help to get me to sleep. Most of them are boring old war stories," she laughed. "But he has a really nice voice so it's easy to tune those parts out. It definitely helps calm me down. It reminds me of when you used to read to me."

Vision fell silent, electing not to admit the thoughts that crossed his mind. Reading to her when she had been at her most vulnerable had become a precious memory...a memory that was now being shared with the Captain. Despite knowing he had nothing to worry about, the thought still plagued him.

"Vis? You okay?" Concern crossed her features as she gripped hold of his sweater and forced him to stop walking. "You've hardly said a word..."

"I...hope you do not think me untoward by saying so..." Vision paused, reading out to take hold of her band. Moving it back and forth between his grip, he found himself getting lost in her eyes as he decided on his next words carefully. “We just have so little time together. As much as I am pleased you are getting on with the others...”

“I'm sorry. Am I talking about them too much?" Wanda voice softened, despite his attempts to ease her into his thought pattern she still seemed upset.

“No, no of course not. Please do not misunderstand." He paused. "I’ve just...missed you a great deal.” His eyes glanced away from her, confusion flooding his mind. “My apologies. I cannot seem to get this jealousy under control. I find myself having difficulty sharing you with the others. To keep you all to myself would bring more joy than you could possibly imagine. Is that...wrong?”

“No. Absolutely not.” Wanda cupped his face in her hands, a wide grin spreading across her face. "You're not sharing me with anyone. I'm here with you now and there's no one else I would rather be with."

“I just want these few moments we are able to steal away for ourselves.” Vision placed a hand on hers, pushing his face against the warmth of her palm. The warm tingles spread throughout his face, filling him with happiness.

“You know, things have only gotten easier with them because I've been able to hide away with you. I could never bear it if I didn’t have you to look forward to.” Wanda reached up, placing a quick kiss along his lips. Her arms trailed along his neck pulling him closer. "I'm only able to sleep knowing it'll bring me one day closer to you. I love you, Vis."

"And I you." With all the emotions he had discovered over the past year, jealousy had certainly been the most strenuous. Surely humans had found better ways to work through it.

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ragnarome · 7 years

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Wholesome Week 2 - Family Bonding Prompt Fanfic: Just For a Day!

@wholesome-week

“And that’s how I managed to kidnap your mother!” River proudly exclaimed, a grin on his face while he was holding his wife tightly to him, she grumbled.

“You didn’t kidnap me, River. You just somehow persuaded me to come along with you.” She pat his arms around her waist to let him know he was squeezing too tight.

Star and Marco looked at each other in confusion and then back to the governing members of the Kingdom of Mewni.

“So uhh… what brings you here, King and Queen Butterfly?” Marco nervously scratched the back of his head while Star awaited their response. River responded.

“I figured that my dear Queen needed a… little break from her responsibilities. So I told the royal advisors to just pile up the work for me to do later.” The King smiled at his wife, but she gave him a sad look.

“River. I’m the Queen of Mewni. I can’t just ‘take a break from my responsi-”

“Hush now dear! I promise that I’ll help you with all the work later! Pleaaaase! It’s been a while since we’ve had a leisure outing. And when was the last time you spent time with just me and our lovely daughter?” River took her hands in his and looked her in the eyes, a pleading expression on his face that he never usually wears. “Please, Moon? Just for a day? Spend time with me and our baby girl. I promise you, it’s worth it!” River smiled sincerely, and Moon looked at her daughter and the half-Latino next to her. She pursed her lips and thought deeply. This could have tons of negative outcomes and cause trouble for the kingdom. The King and Queen are absent! How will the citizens fare without them? But as River gave Moon’s hands a gentle squeeze, all her worries seemingly washed away. She sighed. “Alright. Fine. But don’t expect me to do this anytime again soon!”

River yelled out in happiness, lifting her daughter in the air and jumping. Star laughed along with him and Marco gave a thumbs up to the Queen with a smile.

After they calmed down, River put her daughter down and Marco’s parents came into the living room. A surprised look on both their faces to see both the King and Queen present in their household.

“Oh! King and Queen! It’s so nice to see you! How can we help you?” Rafael Diaz inquired. And the Queen glanced over to River. “You’ll have to ask the King. So River, you got me here. What do you want to do?”

The bearded man looked at his daughter. She shrugged, then looked at Marco. Who looked at his parents.

A moment of silence passed, until Marco snapped his fingers. “I got it! Let’s go play paintball!”

Angie and Rafael’s expressions lit up. “Ohhh! Good idea, honey. I’ll go get our stuff!” Angie declares as she runs upstairs.

“I’ll go get the minivan ready!” Rafael runs out the house, feeling all giddy and excited. They haven’t played paintball in a long time.

So Star approaches Marco and asks him what paintball is.

“Oh. It’s a game where we shoot each other with-”

“Wait. We’re gonna shoot each other? Isn’t that bad?”

“No no, Star. Let me finish, it’s-”

“By the heavens, did you say we were going to shoot one another? With ARROWS? Sounds dangerous, but I like it!” River interjected, and Marco slapped his forehead.

“No no no, it’s just a game where we shoot PAINTBALLS at each other! Nothing lethal or anything.” He was hoping that they had understood. But it was now Moon’s turn to ask.

“Why do we have to shoot paintballs at each other?” The Queen lets her hair down, now it looked quite similar to how Star styled her hair. She sets her jewels down on the table and Marco replies.

“For fun! And since it’s a team game, it helps you learn to cooperate with your members and just… y'know. Bond! Family bonding? Ya know what that term means?” Star helps Queen Moon take her dress off. And now she was left in dark blue pants and sky blue shirt and brown boots.

Angie returns with a duffel bag just as the King sets his crown down on the table next to his wife’s jewelry. And Marco gestures for them to come along, and so they leave the household.

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They arrive at the paintball field. The royal blood was still clueless, but the Diazes were eager to get started with the game.

Mr. and Mrs. Diaz went to take care of registration and everything, talking them through the basic mechanics and explaining the rules. The royal family now understood how to play the game, well, they got the gist of it anyway. But now all that’s left was to actually play the game themselves.

The two families were now clad in Paintball gear. Helmets, vests and everything. And so Rafael announces.

“Okay. It’s the Diazes against the Butterflys. May the best team win, amigos!” King River proudly holds his paintball gun high in the air. “We shall show you humans that we Mewmans can rule this sport! May the best team win!” They shook hands and went off to their bases. Marco and Star beamed at one another and waved.

Now the Butterflys were off in another part of the field, which was a forest. There weren’t any wild animals or anything, nor were there any dangerous plants. It was just a safe forest.

The Queen held her paintball gun in her hand and looked at Star. The princess was humming a tune, and Moon put her hand on her daughter’s shoulder. This got her attention and she looked over to her mother. “Honey, I want to apologize. Your father was right about what he said earlier, we all deserve to spend some time together like this, and yes. It HAS been a long while since I’ve been on an outing with the two of you like this.”

Star nervously smiled and nodded. She wasn’t really used to her mother being so…open like this but she was glad that she actually sacrificed a day just to be with them. The King took Moon’s hand and smiled warmly, then kissed her knuckles. And the Queen felt warm and relaxed. It was nice to just walk around in a forest with your family and being close like this. Rare days, she thinks to herself.

“Well this game isn’t so bad. We’re just walking around in a forest. I’m sure we’ll win this game in no time!” Moon happily exclaimed with a gleaming expression. Until suddenly, a paintball whizzed by her face and hit the tree that was nearby. She gulped and tried to locate where it was from.

“Darn, I thought I could be the one to take the Queen out and have all the glory. But it looks like my aim is getting rusty. It HAS been a while since I played.” Marco revealed himself from the bush as he reloaded his sniper paintball gun.

The King gave a jolly laugh, taking out his dual pistol paintball guns and grinning. “An attempt to assassinate the queen, my boy? Hoho… then I have no choice but to charge you… with TREASON!” River jokingly exclaimed and started shooting at the boy. Marco yelped as he started dodging all of them and took cover. He ran away and laughed.

“Come on, Mom and Dad! Let’s kick Marco’s butt!” Star did a brave pose with her paintball shotgun, and River gave a war cry in agreement. Lifting Star and putting her on his shoulder as they chased after the half-Latino.

Moon watched as the two blondes ran off, she looked down at her UZI paintball gun and heard her family do another warcry. This elicited a laugh from the Queen. “Huh, guess I better get into the game then.”

She ran off towards where her family went to join the fray.

And so the two families were engulfed in a paintball war with one another. No magic, of course. Marco made that clear before starting the game. (But Moon conjured a narwhal made out of paint and completely drenched Marco anyway.) Their laughter echoed throughout the plain open field as they spent the entire morning attempting to dominate each other in the game. Their clothes were shown no mercy from the wrath of paint and all out of breathe once lunch came. They went to their respective homes to change into fresh clothing and met back on Earth since the Diazes suggest that they have lunch together at some huge restaurant.

River and Moon were perplexed at some things they saw as they headed to the restaurant, Marco was more than happy to explain these to them since they weren’t accustomed to most of what Earth had yet.

Lunch was satisfying, Rafael and River had an eating contest since the restaurant offered a challenge that allows them to avoid payment IF they complete it. Needless to say, the two succeeded, stomachs bulging and funny enough, they ended up in a tie.

The families then went on to the amusement park. Taking a stroll, playing games, although Moon kind of cheated a bit using her magic on a few of them, nobody on Earth told her she couldn’t do that, so why not, right? They saw a photo booth and took the opportunity to take numerous photos. Saving the memories in photographs. And once Rafael and River no longer felt full, they decided to try out the rides. Marco was very against going with them and told them to go ahead, but River assured him that there was nothing to worry about. The King clearly oblivious to the condition called “mild motion sickness.”

Marco almost vomited, thankfully he didn’t. And Star was laughing hard at how green his face was. Mentioning that he might have been Miss Skullnick’s lost troll cousin.

Then lastly, dinner was spent at the Diaz household. With Rafael and Angie’s delectable homemade meals gracing their dinner table. Rafael went to put on some music while they enjoyed the food and talked amongst themselves, recalling their favorite events of the day and discussing how different Mewni was from Earth and everything.

Day well spent.

River and Moon waved goodbye to their daughter and to the Diazes after thanking them for everything before walking through the portal. Once it closed, they spotted the large pile of papers on the Queen’s desk and they grumbled.

But they looked at each other and smiled happily, they can take care of that tomorrow. Moon lowered herself to kiss her husband briefly then parted. She smiled and whispered, “Thank you for… kidnapping me today, River. I had a great time.” And the King laughed at how she decided to use his whole kidnapping bit.

“Me too dear, me too.”

They set the photos they had taken earlier down on the desk and went off to retire to bed.

—————– WOOOAH. SORRY IT’S LATE! But yeah, here’s a short one-shot I wrote for Family Bonding prompt. Hope ya enjoy it!

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